Disclaimer: I don't own the universe of Harry Potter, nor the characters within. I only own my OCs and the plotline.

Author's Note: Enjoy. I realised there was so many things that didn't add up in these chapters that I'm so glad I chose to re-write it! Hope this is good. – El x

Scorpius' POV.

Letters to My Brown Eyed Beauty

Chapter Seventeen

Scorpius had to get out of the Great Hall. He couldn't breathe. He turned to Amy, hissing, "I need fresh air." Amy nodded, smiling a little. He remembers when she walked in and his best mate had gapped at them both. Scorpius could admit Amy looked stunning tonight, but he couldn't believe Albus had noticed, even with Carlsson on his arm. That boy never knew what he wanted and Scorpius knew that about Albus.

The watch adorning Scorpius' left wrist was a present from his father on his fiftieth birthday. He looked down at it, noting the time to himself: 8:45.

Scorpius watched as the younger students began heading out for the night. It was almost curfew. A lot of students had decided to go home with their parents for the night. McGonagall had given everybody a choice. Scorpius had wanted to stay for the night. He didn't want to face his mother. He was terrified.

Malfoys didn't feel fear, and yet it was beginning to creep up the blonde boy's bones. The feeling of it all made him want to suffocate. He shook his head, out of his thoughts, as he walked towards the Black Lake. He loosened his tie as he began walking, taking his coat off and leaving it beside him on the grass. He took his tie off, as well, throwing it beside his coat jacket. He began to unbutton the first three buttons on his white shirt. He knew if anybody saw him they would see how unpresentable he looked.

He untucked his shirt from his pants, sitting down and taking off his shoes. He had left his clothes in a pile beside him. He didn't care who saw him. He took his socks off and rolled up the bottom of his slacks before dipping his feet into the water. He felt a little bit better. He didn't even care about the Squid.

The silent night began to be filled with sniffling, as if someone was crying. Scorpius turned around, noticing a flash of red hair that was retreating from the Lake. He called the first name he could think of, having a slight indication who it could be.

"Weasley!"

The red hair reached their waist, in small curls towards the bottom. Scorpius knew exactly who it was and his heart thumped in his chest.

'I should hate her, be so mad at what she said to Amy.'

But he couldn't find it in himself to hate Rose Weasley.

She turned around, face flushed from the cold and her swollen, red eyes. She had tear stained cheeks. She was wearing a pair of old, blue jeans and a t-shirt. She hadn't dressed for the occasion. Scorpius hadn't seen her all night. He knew she didn't attend.

"What do you want, Malfoy," she asked, her voice devoid of emotions. She could barely glare with the way her eyes were swollen.

Scorpius sighed, knowing that if Amy had never come to Hogwarts, he wouldn't be having this conversation with Rose, right now.

Hamish Bay's POV.

Hamish watched with a frown as Lily dropped the blue iris on the table. She bit her lip, standing up, hand held out to some sixteen year old boy. They went off to dance. Hamish felt like this was his fault. He couldn't dance due to his condition, but he still wanted to have fun. He should've said to himself, one dance couldn't hurt my health.

He stared at the iris for some time, frowning. He had liked Lily since the moment he'd laid eyes on her. The night he was sorted into Hufflepuff. She had smiled and welcomed him to the house. He loved the way her eyes sparkled with mischief. The teachers always saw her as an innocent angel. Especially that one time Hamish had met the Herbology teacher, Professor Longbottom. He had only spent three months at Hogwarts before he was rushed to St Mungo's.

His siblings visited it every weekend and sometimes during the week Jayden would come and sneak him some Chocolate Frogs. He hated that he was missing his best years at Hogwarts. Cleo always brought him his work, so he'd never be behind. They all had hope he'd get better and now the day has finally come.

"I'm sorry about her," a soft voice guided him out of his thoughts. He looked up, seeing a girl with short, brown hair and blue eyes. He must've looked confused because she then gestured to the flower. "You probably spent ages trying to figure out her favourite flower. It's an Asiatic Lily, the white one with purple in the middle. Nobody ever chooses that one. She just goes along with any 'pretty' flower. She hates the yellow lilies though."

Hamish nodded, realising this girl knew Lily Potter better than he did. "Her face always lights up at the sight of it. I doubt she knows what it's called though," she added, chuckling, making her hair sway side to side. "How do you know the name of it," he asked, staring up at her with his brown eyes. She blushed, biting her lip before shaking her head. "I'm her cousin, of course I know. They're not that pretty though," she commented, laughing a little to herself. "She just doesn't appreciate the gesture you made or the Iris, I'm sorry," she added.

"You like irises," he asked. She smiled, "yes, oh, how rude of me. I'm Lucy Weasley. I'm older than her by two months." She smiled at him. "Hamish Bay," he supplied her with the answer to her unasked question. "Do you want the flower instead?" He asked, softly. She shook her head, "No, I couldn't possibly take it. You gave it to Lily."

"Do you already have one from other guy?"

"No, I don't. I didn't have a date to tonight. I just came here with my cousins."

"How about you have the flower then? Lily doesn't want it and you like Irises," he said, "Plus I love this song. Would you like to dance, Lucy?"

He noted he liked the way her name sounded on his lips. Lucy blushed. Hamish transfigured a napkin into a bracelet with the iris on it and offered to put it on Lucy's wrist, she complied.

Hamish pulled Lucy onto the dance floor, her previous protests dying out on her lips.

Albus Severus Potter's POV.

Albus stood up with Vivian, deciding to slow dance together. It was more his girlfriend's idea than his own. He didn't want to upset her. She placed his hands on her waist and then her arms around his neck. He felt a little uncomfortable but went along with it. He noticed other couples were doing the same. Even Cleo and James were dancing. James was blushing bright red, one hand on her waist and the other in her hand. They looked happy, even if Cleo would refuse to admit it later on.

'James wasn't so bad, I knew she'd see him the way we all do.'

James could be an annoying git at times, but he wasn't a bad guy.

Bryson was dancing with Tallulah, making her laugh. Albus noted that even they looked happy, even though he could hardly stand Tallulah at times. But he had to admit she made Bryson happy.

Spencer and Rochelle were laughing to each other as they danced. Without confirmation, everybody knew they were dating. He didn't want to keep it a secret anymore and Albus admired that about him. Mycale and Ophelia were dancing in their own way, defying the 'norms'. Tate and Lorca were dancing the same way as Mycale and his date, laughing together.

Thorssen and Lorna Carrow were throwing food at everybody from the food table, laughing.

However, Trayton and Susannah Thompson were sitting down, teasing everybody for dancing.

Albus found it odd that Rose was missing bt he knew that she didn't get along with the girls anymore and Hugo was probably in the kitchens stuffing his face.

'No surprise there.'

Rose's absence was the biggest surprise. She loved parties and getting dressed up, and yet she wasn't there. He knew that she wasn't massively a fan of it, but she liked it enough because his Aunt 'Mione loved putting her in dresses and gushing over her.

Albus nots to himself, that he wasn't as angry at Rose as he had previously been. He supposed the anger had originally stemmed from her words and because they were directed at the purple haired fifth year. He knew he felt something for Amy Scarlett, but he just wasn't sure what. He now had Vivian which means he could never explore the possibility of his feelings, especially if Amy would always be Scorpius'.

At the thought of Scorpius, Albus noted that he had disappeared as well. He figured he was probably off snogging someone. 'Amy probably,' but the thought died out as he noticed her sitting alone. He shrugged it off, thinking Scorpius was probably playing the field. It wasn't unusual for boys to see more than one person, anyway.

It was that precise moment that Albus noticed the parents coming in. The moment he noticed red hair, he was pleading for Vivian to move away so he could go talk to his parents.

She didn't understand.

"Oh, let's go meet your parents!"

She sounded so girly, it made Albus scrunch his nose up in distaste.

His cousins followed them both over towards their family, leaving their dates behind.

'I wish my date had stayed behind,' he thought to himself bitterly.

Scorpius Malfoy's POV.

The both of them had already had a lengthy discussion about the misunderstanding they'd had over Amelia.

"I'm so sorry for jumping to conclusions," Rose said, leaning her head on his shoulder, sniffling again. Scorpius smiled at the contact, "It's okay. You didn't know we were only friends. Our mums are old friends," he said, lying to her. He hated to lie to anybody, much less Rose. But he knew it was to protect their family from harm.

His mother hated Amy's mother.

It was a stretched lie but what Rose didn't know, wouldn't kill her. He figured one more lie couldn't hurt, to make the story more believable, "Our dads used to work in the same Ministry department, as they became friends, our mothers got to spend some more time together. Then me and Amy came into the picture: we are like family friends."

"Used to? Did they get fired or something?"

Scorpius paled, then swallowed, "Amy's dad died." He hated that lie but it was the easier and oldest one to tell. It came freely to his lips. The entire Ministry believed that Amelia's father had died of strange causes. Nobody ever pushed for the real story. He didn't exist as 'Amy's' dad to Scorpius. He wasn't a taboo subject he couldn't talk about, like Amy had learned.

It just pained Scorpius at times to feed lies to everybody around him.

His entire life was a joke, and nobody had picked up on it.

Deciding not to dwell on it anymore, he stood up, startling Rose.

"How about a dance, Weasley?"

He held out his hand to her and she looked up. "Without any music, Malfoy," she asked back, putting her hand in his. "We don't need music," he whispered as he pulled her up and close to his chest. He could smell her perfume and it nearly dazed him. They began to sway as if it was a slow song.

Scorpius doesn't know what made him do it: maybe the fast pace of his heart, the way she smiled up at him or the damned crash he'd at on the Gryffin-dork since they were fourteen. He vaguely noticed to himself as he closed the distance between their lips, that his crush on her was no longer small and petty, for it had grown.

Amy Scarlett's POV.

Amy pulled her knees to her chest, blocking out all of the noise. She was to get up and preform but she couldn't find it in herself to. She watched a particular brunette dance with his girlfriend. He looked terrified of introducing her to his parents, but he was going to have to eventually.

She knew his girlfriend only wanted his fame and didn't care for him. She couldn't have his older brother because he was already happily in love. Her crush had helped his brother get the girl and she admired him for it.

Blinking the tears away, as she tried to compose herself. She was better than this, she knew she was. She brought her legs back to the ground, ignoring the feeling swirling in her stomach.

'I need to get out of here,' she thought to herself but was interrupted by a voice.

"What's wrong Miss Scarlett?"

Amy frowned even deeper. She desperately begged to tell everybody that her name wasn't even Scarlett. She was so much more than that. She held back, though. She knew it was a secret for her own safety. It didn't mean she didn't hate it.

She looked up, seeing the very green eyes she despised so much but loved all too well. The face was older than the one she hoped to see but it greeted her with a smile. She only wanted to run back to France.

"Are you okay," he asked again, pulling up a chair next to her, but far enough that the distance was accepted between a teacher and a student. Harry sighed at the fifteen year old girl, "I hope some boy didn't make you cry," he commented, causing her to snort. Harry shook his head with a smile on his face, "They can sometimes be insensitive gits."

'You can say that again, Professor Potter.'

"They don't think about the consequences of their actions and how it could hurt someone. I used to be just as oblivious as all the boys at Hogwarts today. It took me six, maybe seven, years to notice that my wife loved me. She always had. I was just behind the times. If you bear with them, I promise it'll all be worth it one day. No matter how much of a prat they tend to be at times. Time is all they need to learn from their mistakes."

Amy looked up, shrugging, not sure what to say. He had a point though and she knew it.

"Whoever the poor lad is might have no idea he's hurting you yet. I hope you're only crying for a teenager and not someone over the legal age," he said, chuckling a bit before talking again. "He will let you down and he will be a prat. Teenage boys tend to. It's in their nature. I apologise on behalf of all of them."

Amy nodded, mutely, eyes still clued to one particular figure.

"He is going to let you down, he just hasn't grown up yet. I'm sorry, Miss Scarlett," Harry said before standing up and took his place next to his wife, Ginny.

'I only wish he knew he was talking about his own son. The one who is lovely and doesn't treat anybody poorly. It's my fault he has no idea how I feel.'

Author's Note: Please review, I'd love to hear what you all think! - El xx