"Red hair, freckles, you must be a Weasley." Scorpius said in his smug, twelve-year-old bravado. In his defense, the girl in front of him had just told him, "Judging by the number of emeralds in your robes clasp, you must be the Malfoy that Albus keeps talking about." So, clearly the younger girl was asking for it. Plus, Albus had promised that his sister wasn't going to be joining the festivities until later that night. But he should have known that out of the dozens of actual Weasleys he would just so happen to find the one red head who could actually say, "Actually, it's Potter . . . not Weasley." And the look she gave him . . . the smugness because he had fallen into her trap, the twisted smile of having the upper hand, that was a look that he would be able to fall in love with again and again for the rest of his life. But it was much too early in his life for him to realize this, he was only twelve.

Scorpius hated mornings, but whenever the house-elves prepared pancakes, mornings sucked just a little bit less. He sat at the Slytherin table early on a saturday morning. As a part of his game-day routine, he woke up and ate breakfast long before the majority of people were awake to make sure they couldn't get in his head. He piled his plate high and took his time with breakfast and then when students started filtering in, he would head down to the locker rooms at the quidditch pitch so that he could be alone until game-time. This was the same routine since his first game during his second year and as far as he knew, no one else knew about his routine. He should have known that one person should have though.

"So Malfoy, enjoying the pancakes?" Lily asked, sitting down next to him and grabbing a piece of bacon, despite Gryffindor's table being a couple rows over.

"Mmmhmmm," He replied the best he could despite his mouth being full. Lily just giggled at his response.

"Well, I'm glad." Lily replied.

"What are you doing up so early?" Scorpius asked, finally able to speak.

"Just had to make sure the house-elves remembered?" Lily responded.

"What do you mean?" Scorpius questioned while Lily stood up and brushed the crumbs from her hands.

"You didn't ever question why there was always pancakes on game day?" Lily looked amused and that very familiar smirk appeared on her lips as he shook his head denying having made the connection. "Interesting, well good luck today Malfoy. Hope you don't mind losing to Gryffindor." And just like that the third year skipped out of the hall.

Scorpius kept that smirk in his mind throughout the rest of the day. The memory even seemed to help him deal with the fact that for the Albus had won the game making them tied 2 games to 2 for each year that they had played against each other.

After the match, in the locker rooms all the players began complaining about hunger, the game had lasted three hours and since there was no victory party for them to attend, food was their only priority.

"We played right through lunch," one of the chasers with a locker next to Scorpius, "Plus there wasn't even anything good for breakfast."

"You don't like pancakes?" Scorpius asked, personally offended by the comment.

"What do you mean, there weren't pancakes today, just biscuits and eggs." The chaser responded, very confused.

Then everything kind of clicked and he finally understood Lily's smirk from earlier this morning. She had known a secret, she knew that he was the only one who got pancakes because she had talked to the house elves. And just like that he fell in love with her all over again. But he wouldn't admit that to himself because she is the little sister of his best friends and she is too young for him and he has had a crush on Penny in Ravenclaw for like a month now.

This time, that all-knowing smirk was the first thing he noticed when he walked through the fireplace. Albus had invited Scorpius to Teddy and Vic's engagement party a few weeks ago on the contingency that he came early to help set up. Scorpius knew that Albus was the only one mandating his early arrival, not wanting to do all the work alone, but he loved the Potter's house so he came early anyway.

Lily was the only one in the foyer when he entered the room. She was hanging up somebody's coat and the moment their eyes met, she gave him that infuriating smirk.

"What?" He questioned. How could she have something to hold over him already? He had just arrived.

In an increasingly sexy voice she replied, "Nothing, I just like having all the information before you." And she turned to leave the room.

An hour or so later, just before guests were scheduled to arrive, Teddy pulled Scorpius into the hallway.

"What up, mate?" Scorpius asked, confused as to what this conversation would entail.

"My grandmother never regretted marrying my grandfather Ted, but she did miss her sisters. She couldn't stand up with her family's values, so she left and she never regretted it. I know that it's hard with the parents we all have and I think that's part of the reason you fit in with this family so well because you know what it's like to have everyone know every aspect of your life and constantly expect you to be your parents. I want you to know that you are part of this family and I'm glad that I can say we are related by blood. Therefore, I was wondering if you wanted to be one of my groomsmen?" Teddy asked.

Scorpius was shocked. They never really talked about the fact that they were related by anything more than his friendship with Albus. "I would be honored, thank you." He finally replied, holding out his hand to be shaken, instead Teddy pulled him in for a hug.

"Great! Anyway, we better get back, people should be arriving soon." Just like that the moment was over and they entered the main room to wait.

Hours later, Scorpius was leaning against a wall with a butterbeer in his hand when Lily walked up to him.

"How good of a dancer are you?" She asked.

"Very good, you've met my mother right? She taught me before I could walk. Why?" He replied, confused but interested to see where the conversation was going.

"Good, because if I have to dance with you, I don't want you breaking any toes." She responded and began to turn around again before he blurted out, "What do you mean?"

She turned around again with a smirk again that made his mind go blank and his heart rate speed up, "Well, James is Best Man so naturally he is walking Vic's her maid of honor down the isle. Then I refused to walk down the isle with Albus, so he is walking Dom. That leaves you and me and there is of course the photos and the dance where everyone in the wedding party is partnered up. So that means that I am dancing with you." She finished with a smile. Then her eyes narrowed teasingly and she added, "So don't step on my toes." And this time she really did turn around and leave the room. And once again he was left with nothing but the image of her smirk when he closed his eyes for even a second. And this time he couldn't deny how he felt about her, now the only problem was the fact that she could never feel the same way about her.

They started dating not long after Teddy and Vic's wedding and Scorpius never missed an opportunity to see that smirk on Lily's lips. Sometimes it was as simple as playing dumb and having her explain why he was an idiot. He loved that smirk because it was researved for him and only him. He felt like an idiot for missing all the signs for so long, but that didn't matter now because they were together and today was the happiest day of his life.

He watched as she finished up a conversation with her mother and Albus before she made her way over to him. She looked him up and down before she was finally within ear shot.

"Fancy dress-robes, must have cost a fortune Mr. Malfoy." She told him.

And even though he knew where this conversation was going, he decided to make the mistake anyway. "Freckles, red hair, you must be a Potter."

Her face light up at the fact that he let this happen, and with her trademark smirk she whispered, "It's Malfoy, actually."

Hello,

I'm so sorry that it's been such a long time since I added a story and I would add a ton of excuses about being busy but in all honesty I had very little inspiration and what I have written is not very good. But, this idea just kind of hit me and I wrote it super quickly. I hope it turned out as good as I think it did. Sorry for any mistakes.

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