Disclaimer: See the first chapter.
AN: These are not set in chronological order or even in the same universes.
Scorpius Malfoy never intended to fall in love at the tender age of eleven.
He was supposed to meet a good pureblood girl when he was sixteen or seventeen and settle down with her and pop out a little Malfoy heir.
What he WASN'T supposed to do was fall head over heels in love with a girl who was about to be MARRIED to ANOTHER boy and CERTAINLY NOT HIM.
Personally Scorpius blamed it on his best friend Rose. If it wasn't for her, he was sure he would never have come to the Burrow for Christmas and in turn he would never have met HER. And if he had never met HER, he wouldn't be in this ridiculous position, where he was unsure of himself, almost tripping over his own words in a way that did not befit a Malfoy.
"Could you pass the salt over Scorpius?" Victoire asked gently and wordlessly he passed over the saltshaker. It was her politeness and friendliness that made it worse. Much worse in fact. If Victoire Weasley had been just another mean girl, he was sure that he would have overcome his attraction to her in no time. Instead, she was nice and friendly and welcoming to him and when combined with her beautiful reddish-blonde hair and perfectly aligned face, well Scorpius was as good as gone.
Unfortunately there was at least one fly in the ointment as far as Scorpius's romantic endeavours with regards to Victoire Weasley and that was the simple fact that the lady had a fiancé and not just any fiancé, but none other than the incredibly charming Teddy Lupin. (Who, Scorpius had to admit, was actually a genuinely funny, likeable guy. Except for the fact that he was engaged to the love of Scorpius's life, Victoire Weasley)
And so, for the rest of the holiday, Rose was left wondering why her friend was in something of a trance.