Author's Note: This chapter told from Scorpius'perspective.


I couldn't believe it was happening, Rose Weasley and me together. I couldn't remember ever feeling like this. I was so happy, reality was like a dream. Nothing could burst my bubble. Her brown eyes were the only thing that mattered until…

"WAKE UP, MALFOY!"

I instinctively clenched my eyes lids tighter together. The sound of Carrow's voice first thing in the morning was enough to drive me back under the covers. Carrow, being Carrow, hit me hard in the face with something I could only hope was a pillow.

"Bloody hell, get away." I turned away from him.

I could hear a chorus of laughter from the rest of the boys in the dorm. The loudest laugh was Potter. Potter had the most ridiculous laugh in the world though no one had the guts to tell him or even pay attention to the cackling, feminine shriek.

"Dreaming about fat Goyle cradling you in her arms-"

I cursed at him and finally opened my eyes. Great, I thought. I hadn't thought about the Slytherin dorm or the Slytherins all holidays. The only person I thought about was Rosie. She out shined all this crap when she wasn't tripping over things and/or being defensively sarcastic for no reason. Not that her weirdness stopped my strange, new feelings. I was actually starting to think her 'flaws' were cute.

I shook my head and slowly got out of bed. It was freezing in the boy's dorms and the murky green mood lighting only made it worse. I shook my head again when I remembered I used to like the vibes and the temperature in the Slytherin dorms. Now it's a dusty, rotting tomb to me.

Albus started bragging about a quidditch match his father had promised to bring him to and everyone, except me, listened eagerly. I grabbed my uniform tossed aside on the ground from last night and headed into the bathroom. Before I shut the door I glance back out at the scene and snorted to myself. It was times like that I could easily see how the Death Eaters were formed. Idiots!


When I was dressed and ready to go, everyone was gone. I didn't care and clearly, they didn't either. Though father would've been ashamed if he had seen me. I'm a Malfoy, after all, I shouldn't be the spare, I should be the leader or at least at the leader's side ready to knock him out of his position. I don't feel like a Malfoy, I used to and I used to wear my name like a medal of honour. As stupid as it sounds every time I write my name or hear it I do a double take like, 'oh, yeah, I'm that.'

Potions first thing. Time to burn a hole through a caldron. I grabbed my bag and left the dorm, hopefully, the future Death Eaters will have already left the table.

"Hey, Scorpius."

I shut the dorm door, Wallis was standing out in the corridor waiting for me. So far he's the only Slytherin who still calls me by my first name.

"Is Albus gone?" he asked before I could reply. He was peering at me like Albus might jump out from behind me.

I roll my eyes at him, I can't help it. Why are we friends again?

"Yes, Wallis, and no he didn't ask after you or even acknowledge your existence."

Wallis crinkled his nose making his glasses twitch on the bridge of his nose. He wasn't annoyed at me and he wasn't annoyed at Albus, he was disheartened by the news he had heard a thousand times before.

I started walking. I didn't have time to hear his rant. I wanted to get to the Great Hall to see Rose. It had been at least 10 hours since I last saw her. Dream Rose wasn't as good as real Rose.

"Scorpius… Scorp." Wallis said trying to sound genuine but completely failing. "Maybe you could put in a word for me."

I wanted to roll my eyes again at him but instead, I picked up the pace. I was taller than Wallis so he struggled to keep up, he was already out of breath.

"Can we please not have this conversation again?" I said. "I already told you, the Death Eater god Albus, is not accepting half-blood fangirling second years at this time. He treats me like a bag of dung, I doubt I'm still in. What do you have this morning?"

"Herbology. Don't remind me, my allergies can't take any more of the blooming firefly plant. And stop trying to change the subject. I want to be famous."

"Voldemort, famous?" I frowned.

Wallis frowned back at me, "You know what I mean. I want them to like me. If they like me and let me in then I won't be the enemy. I'll have friends in third year, girls will like me and the other houses will show me some respect."

"I guess I'm your friend and I'm a third year," I said the Grand Staircase coming into view. "If you want respect that way learn some hexes and jinxes. Can you stop obsessing over it?"

"Wait, one more thing, can I go to the quidditch practises with you?"

"No!"

Wallis deflated.

"I study and do other stuff… by myself. Albus and the others are up in the air. You'll have better luck bothering them in the common room."

"I already do that-"

"I wonder what they're serving for breakfast today."

"Shut up, Scorpius."

"I will if you will." I snapped back.

When we entered the Great Hall, Wallis was still muttering under his breath and kicking the floor. I scanned the hall for Rose and spotted her immediately. She was sitting in her usual place with Sliver and the guy from the train. She was already staring at the entrance to the Great Hall. She grinned when she saw me. I didn't have to try and smile because I was already beaming at her. I could feel a big weight lift off my chest that I didn't even know was there. I could've stood there and stared at her all day. My happiness was interrupted by Wallis who gave me a kick in the shin as he passed me and snarkily said,

"What kind of mudblood potion have you been sniffing?"

"Shut it or I'll use the tongue-tied jinx and make your tongue explode in your oversized mouth."

Wallis backed off warily and hurried towards the Slytherin table. I walked slowly to the Slytherin table still watching Rose. She looked like she was about to fall off the edge of her waved quickly at me before frowning at her hand in mid air and forcing it down.

I laughed and returned it with my own discreet gesture. Merlin, things would be so much easier if that hat had put me in Ravenclaw. I could be next to her and no one could say a thing.

At least, she still likes me. I can't understand why she liked me in the first place? I'm 1) a Malfoy, 2) a failed quidditch player, 3) a pureblood, 4) a Slytherin, 5) a freaking giant next to her petite height, 6) my nose is too pointy, and the list goes on and on. I could think of a hundred reasons but none of them stopped me from finally telling her my feelings on the train. It was like all common sense had left me. I don't regret it.

Albus' group, friends, followers or gang whatever you want to call them were still at the table. I took a seat with Wallis on the outskirts.

"Malfoy, my muggle lover, there you are," Talbot called across to me.

I ignored him, it was too early in the morning to be putting up with his nonsense. He never made any sense.

Wallis laughed half-heartedly with the rest of the group while I turned my attention back to Rosie who was still smiling over at me completely unaware of what was being said around me. I wished we had Divination. But I knew that I would see her later, whether that meant her physically dragging me out of class or bombarding me in the corridor.


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