A/N: Three chapters in two days? No way... I'm on a roll! Maybe it's because it's my birthday. That could definitely be it. Anyways, the very beginning internal monologue of this chapter is a play on the lyrics to "I'll Be Home for Christmas" in case that doesn't immediately come to you. And, as promised, it's part of the Whore War, because it's Scor narrating and he's the originator of the Whore War in context, even if Rose came up with the name. Personally, I like this chapter, but you may all hate me. Well, actually, if you don't hate me by now with this story, you probably won't hate me for this, so, never mind.

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Chapter 25: Tear You Apart (Scor)

I don't want to be home for Christmas. There will be snow, and mistletoe and presents under the tree, but no, you cannot count on me. Because I am not to be trusted. Because, in case you've forgot, I'm a dick head who doesn't have any emotions.

Nevertheless, I walked into my apartment with a pit of dread in my stomach. The world was quickly approaching the two year anniversary of my mother's death. It's not a fun time in the Malfoy household. Regardless of that fact, being greeted with biscuits and a smiling face does tend to brighten the mood. Unfortunately, it's also a sorry reminder that I'm stuck in my house all of the Christmas Holidays, and there are all of three girls here who are near my age, and I'm related to all of them by blood. Apparently, I could sleep with Dylan if I wanted to, but I really don't swing that way.

"Hey, everyone, how was term?" Amy asked us as we filed past her into the flat.

"Fine," we all grumbled.

"Anything interesting happen?" she asked as we walked into the kitchen as a mob. Ly and Dylan immediately claimed the barstools, leaving me, Em and Lizzie to lean against the counters. Amy set the tray of biscuits on the central island and walked over to the oven to pull yet more biscuits out of it. Apparently, it's a tradition she and Dylan had before they moved in with us.

"I suppose," Em said. The four of us looked pointedly at Dylan, who turned faintly pink.

"What?" Amy asked interestedly. Dylan cleared his throat.

"Hi, my name's Dylan, I'm officially gay now," he said.

"Well done," Amy said, turning around to pull out another batch of sugar from the oven.

"How do you mean?" Ly asked.

"When he was three, he walked out of our grandmother's closet where he was playing and said, 'look! I came out of the closet!' and I've known since then," Amy said.

"Since I was three?" Dylan asked, looking worried.

"Mmm," Amy replied.

"Oh," he said, turning red and eating a biscuit.

"So, where are our dads?" Em asked.

"Your dad," Amy said, looking at me and Ly, "is out grocery shopping for Christmas dinner on Minty's behest."

"Dad left the house?" I asked in shock. To the best of my knowledge, he's left the house twice since Mum died. The first time was for her funeral, and the second was last Christmas when we went and visited her grave.

"Yes he did," Amy replied. "And your dad," she said, nodding at Em and Lizzie, "is on a date." Em, Ly, and Lizzie's jaws dropped. I was more confused beyond words.

"Really?" the three girls asked in unison.

"Really," Amy replied.

That's not right. That can't be right. You're not supposed to heal after a divorce. You're not supposed to leave the house once your wife dies. You're supposed to be stuck in the broken format. Which is why I'm avoiding love at all costs. Because when it leaves, you're fucked. Those wounds don't heal. Ever.

Right?

OOooOOooOOooOO

We got back to Hogwarts on January third.

Dylan and I walked into our dorm to discover something I never thought I'd see.

To my chagrin, I've seen Sam naked before. I have lived with him for the past five years.

However, I have not seen Roxie naked before.

And now I completely understand why Will dated her. I know he was blathering on about being in love with her or something, but…holy shit, that girl is hot.

And she's having sex with one of my dorm mates.

Very quickly, Dylan and I backed out of the room and sat down on the stairs.

"You look like you used to," he commented. I raised my eyebrow and quickly adopted the asshole persona I'm attempting to maintain.

"Like I used to when?" I asked, purposely playing dumb.

"When you were human," he replied.

"Don't joke about things like that. We've got friends who I'm not so sure about," I said.

"Who?" he asked. "The two going at it in there?" He nodded towards the door.

"No, I think they're both human enough. Never sure about Sam," I said. "Although I have to say…the Weasley women are a sight to behold, aren't they?"

He stared at me pointedly.

"Not that you're exactly looking," I added. "But from an objective stand point…"

"From an objective, completely non-sexual standpoint, yes, the Weasley women are beautiful," he said.

"Why are you sitting outside the door?" Will asked, walking up the stairs with his bag and sitting down next to me.

"Because Sam is having a very good day," I replied.

"Probably not as good as Roxie, at least as Ly tells it," Dylan said.

"Sam and Roxie?" Will asked, sounding beyond confused.

"Sam and a very, very naked Roxie," I said, smiling lecherously.

"Scor is a might bit fixated on the fact Roxie was naked when we walked in," Dylan said for Will's benefit.

"Well, yeah, you would be too," Will said. Then he paused and remembered who he was talking to. "If you weren't, you know, gay and all."

"Thank you," Dylan said.

"Anytime," Will said.

"What's going on?" Al asked, sitting down next to Dylan.

"Sam. Roxie. Sex," Will summed up.

"Ah," Al said. "Good for Sam."

"Better for Roxie," Dylan said. "Because according to Ly…"

"Yes, we know, my sister said he was amazing in bed," I said. "Do you have to bring it up?"

"Yes," Dylan said.

"But seriously, who would've thought…Sam and Roxie," Will said. "She's so hot and he's so…clueless."

"Jealous?" Al asked.

"No, not at all," Will said. "My own girlfriend is more than hot enough for me." He grinned wolfishly. "Besides. I've been there," he added, gesturing at the dormitory door. "Long before Sam ever was."

"True enough," Al said.

"And he's my best friend. I'm not going to begrudge him getting laid, even if it is with my ex-girlfriend," Will said. "Bros before hoes."

"We have very good friends who that didn't quite work out for," Dylan pointed out. We glanced down the stairs as one at the sixth year dorms where James and Fred theoretically were.

"Why is it always my sister?" I asked.

"It's not," Al said comfortingly, reaching around Dylan and clapping me on the shoulder. "It's also your ex-best friend."

Rose.

Fuck Rose.

Merlin, I'd like to fuck Rose.

Even after two years of forcing myself not to feel, I still can't deny that I'd like her naked. It is something I want from life that I have no idea how to get. And, please mind, I can get any girl in Hogwarts. Except Rose. Originally, that was by design, but now I'm regretting it, because with all her experience, she's got to be quite talented by now.

"So, Willy," Al said. "You ever going to tell us what your super-secret project is with McGonagall and Spinet?"

"The one that's been going on since third year?" Dylan added. "Which, I'd like to say was two years ago and you still haven't told us."

"Well, maybe someday I will," Will said.

"When will that be?" Al asked.

"Well, you know, when I'm done," Will said.

"Done with what?"

"Because we'd sort of like to know."

"And it might also be nice to know why the fuck you lot are sitting on the stairs outside your room."

As one, the four of us looked up into the very confused and critical faces of James, Fred and Frank Longbottom.

"We're out here because your sister is getting laid," I said, smiling brightly at Fred, who looked nauseous. Then the three of them looked at the four of us and as one, their jaws dropped.

"She's shagging Sam?" James asked in confusion.

I don't understand James. He's supposed to still hate his best friend, Fred, for shagging my sister. He's supposed to still be mad at Lyra for shagging Fred instead of him. And yet…at the same time, he's actually talking to both of them.

Why are people so…inconsistent?

That's what I'd like to know.

"Right, well, this has been fun," I said, standing up and leaving my bag on the stairs. "But I've got people to do. See you all later."

I ran down the stairs into the common room and was stopped halfway to the portrait hole by a well-manicured hand that put itself on my chest and ever so lightly dug it's nails in. Blood red nails, I'd like to add. That match her recently dyed blood red hair. That's new.

"Rosie," I said, smiling coldly. "You dyed your hair. I hope you didn't do that just for me."

"Only in your wildest dreams, Malfoy," she said coldly. I raised my eyebrow.

"You know arrogance isn't an attractive quality in a woman," I said. Who am I kidding? The colder she gets the more I want her. Except that's not okay, since that would mean she'd win our stupid fucking game.

"Well, funny enough, I think I've got a score of men who would disagree with you on that," she replied.

"Do you?" I asked. "A full score? Strangely, that sounds sort of like my name."

"Oh, no, sorry, you're not one of them," she said, smirking at me. "Since you've never laid a hand on me."

"I think Ioan would beg to differ on that," I said. She glared at me this time, with full conviction and an actual emotion in her eyes. Those are funny, emotions. So pointless. They just get you hurt.

"Ioan knows we never," she said.

"Are you sure about that?" I asked. I know perfectly well that Ioan is now aware of that, but I'm not sure she is. "Because the last time I talked to him…"

The last time I talked to him was halfway through charms right before the Christmas Holidays, at which point he reminded me we weren't even yet, because he hasn't gone after my sister yet. It took the combined force of Sam, Will, Al and Dylan to keep me from trying to kill him right then and there.

"Well, Ioan is just misguided then, isn't he?" Rose asked, digging her nails further into my chest.

"Very," I agreed.

"Anyway, don't let me get in your way of your night's conquest. I just thought I'd let you know that when I say a score of men would disagree with you, I do actually mean twenty," she said, smiling icily at me and walking away.

She's at twenty?

How the fuck did she get to twenty before me? This is not okay.

With renewed vigour, I ran out the portrait hole and towards the tower.

I have to win.

OOooOOooOOooOO

By May, we were all getting ready to sit the OWLs, except for Fred and James, who kept leaning over all of our text books during meals and laughing at us.

"I swear to Merlin, Fred, if you don't stop laughing at me, I'm going to get Mum to hex you into oblivion," Roxie said, leaning against Sam's shoulder for comfort.

"But Charms will be easy," Sam said, apparently trying to comfort her.

"Maybe for you," Em said, rubbing Will's back soothingly. The bastard may be fantastic at Transfiguration, but he's terrible at Charms.

"Oh come on, we've been palling around with Sam long enough we should've been able to osmosis some of the mythically fantastic Charms knowledge he has," Dylan said, smiling brightly at all of us and taking a picture. I glared at him. Even though I haven't let the stupid Whore War interfere with my studies, that doesn't mean I want to sit through the OWLs.

"And we've been hanging around with Will long enough we should understand Transfiguration," Dom said, looking hopelessly at her text book.

"And, I mean, Ly created a potion in her second year that is a best seller," Al said, nodding at my sister, who turned faintly pink when she glanced at James.

"Hey, I helped," James said.

"Right, right, of course you did," Al said. His very irritating blonde girlfriend laughed. Something about her seems relatively familiar to me, except I can't quite figure out why.

Maybe…oh. Right. Sixteen.

I wonder if Al knows I slept with his girlfriend…

"So, that's only Potions, Charms and Transfiguration," Ly said. "We've got a bunch of other classes that we don't specialise in. What are we supposed to do about them?"

"Fail," I said helpfully.

"Fuck you," Ly replied.

"No, you're my sister," I said, smiling at her.

"Yeah, at least you're better than some people," Lucy said darkly from next to me. She only said it loudly enough that I could hear.

"How do you mean?" I asked. Lucy looks a little bit like Rose if you look at her from the side. They've got the same nose, and they've both got curly hair, even if Lucy's is brown, rather than red like Rose's. And they've both got freckles. That's sort of where the similarities stop though.

Lucy pushed her glasses up her nose and kept reading her Charms book. "Your stupid game is hurting people," she said.

I tried to think back to the last time I'd had a one on one conversation with Lucy. The only thing I could come up with was the summer before third year, right after Rose and I had admitted to being best friends.

I may not have let the Whore War interfere with my studies, but I definitely let it interfere with my friends.

"Who got hurt?" I asked.

"My sister," Lucy said. I tried to remember what her sister's name was. I think it's Molly or something.

"How did your sister get hurt?" I asked.

"Because Rose slept with her boyfriend," Lucy said.

That's low. That's really low. You're not supposed to fuck with your own family.

"I'll be back in a minute," I said, standing up and walking out of the Great Hall. As expected, Rose was in an abandoned classroom right off the hall, snogging some seventh year Ravenclaw. He looked disturbed when I walked in and quickly bowed out.

"What's your problem?" Rose asked me, glaring.

"You don't fuck with your family," I said. "You don't sleep with your cousin's boyfriend. That's playing dirty."

"This is a dirty game, Malfoy," she said, crossing her arms. "And apparently, you're too scared to play dirty. Which means I'm going to win."

I glared at her and backed her against the wall, with one hand on the stones next to her head and the other on the stones next to her waist so that she was trapped.

"And how would winning make you feel, Rosie?" I asked, glaring directly into her chocolate coloured eyes. I've stared a fair few girls in the eyes, but none of their eyes have been quite the same shade of brown as Rose's.

"Nothing would make me happier," she replied icily, crossing her arms and pushing her breasts up, whether it was on purpose or not. What is it with the Weasleys and being stacked?

I let a cruel smirk run across my face.

"See, Rosie, that's your problem trying to beat me at this game," I said. "You still feel."

"What? It's about hiding your emotions entirely?" she asked, glaring right back at me.

"No, Rosie," I said. "It's about not having any to begin with."

With that, I walked out of the classroom and slammed the door shut behind me. If she can play dirty, if she wants to play dirty, I'll give her dirt. I am a filthy and vile person after all.

And so I marched into the Great Hall back over to where my friends were sitting. And I walked straight over to the seat where I had been sitting before going to yell at Rose.

At my approach, everyone looked up in confusion, but I didn't bother looking at any of them, especially not Dylan, who was clearly judging me. I don't care anymore.

Rose is going to wish she never tried to start this stupid game.

I grabbed Lucy somewhat gently by the wrist and pulled her out of her seat.

"Scor, what are you doing?" she asked, raising her eyebrows in obvious confusion. I didn't say anything, but glanced towards the doors, in time to see Rose walk in and look confused.

I took that as my cue.

"Changing the game," I muttered, before I pulled Lucy close and kissed her.

I'm only slightly evil and deranged... Only slightly. The chapter title is from the song "Tear You Apart" by the band She Wants Revenge...It's essentially Rose and Scorpius's song...

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