Blain left them at the entrance to the castle. He gave a quick hug to the girls and a slap on the back to the boys. He smiled and his bright hazel eyes danced with laughter. He turned and ran to a group of Gryfindors. Scorpius looked bored as he scanned the little group. He didn't know most of them, but he did know the one Blain slung an arm around. It was Albus Potter. Al looked and caught Scor's eye. He gave a small wave and a slight smile of acknowledgment.

Scorpius responded by raising an eyebrow. Al shrugged and turned back to his friends. It wasn't that he disliked Albus, but he was a Potter. He got attention for doing absolutely nothing, and that irritated Scorpius. When he had first met the whirlwind on the train, he had seen her as a breath of fresh air. She had been energetic and bouncy, but she had no irritated him. Now he knew she was a potter and he disliked the idea. Soon the fame of her father would turn her into an irritating brat, he was sure of it.

Scorpius turned to his friends and they made their way to the Slytherin table. The hall was filled with talking and laughter. After the long break, the energy was high. Everyone was excited to start another year. New Prefects were showing off their badges, and couples could be found stealing a quick kiss before being drug apart by friends or the occasional teacher.

Soon the table settled down and the doors opened to reveal the timid first years being herded into the room. This was their first glimpse of Hogwarts and they all started in awe. Their eyes were huge as they took it all in. Some looked excited while most looked slightly green. They looked from decorations to the huge numbers of students surrounding them. Scorpius found himself scanning the crowd for the little redhead.

He found her near the center of the group. She was smiling at two little first year boys next to her. They had pale blond hair and pale green, dreamy eyes. Spitfire was laughing at something they said and she looked up to meet Scorpius' eyes. She smiled and gave a little wave before turning to search out her family. Persephone nudged him, "Who's the little firstie waving at you?"

Scorpius ignored her and she shrugged and turned back to the first years. The Deputy Head Master, Ambrose Chadwick, began reading off names. This was usually a boring pass time for Scor. He had no siblings and his friends had no siblings this year. They usually spent the time critiquing the newbies coming in. This year, he found himself watching closely. He was impatient as he listened to names being called. Professor Chadwick had only made it through the Ks and Scorpius found himself shifting in his seat.

Soon he made it to the name everyone was waiting to hear, "Potter, Lily"

The little redhead walked up confidently and scrambled onto the stool. The hat fell into her eyes and her audience watched in silence awaiting the outcome. It seemed to take for ever, but the hat announced loudly, "Gryfindor"

The Gryfindor erupted in cheers and Lily ran to receive hugs from her brothers and cousins. Scor sat back, oddly disappointed. He didn't know why, she was a Potter after all.

"So are you going to tell me now why Little Potter was waving at you earlier?" Persephone nudged Scor again. He rolled his eyes.

"She came running into our compartment while you were all out. She was hiding from Potter. When he left, she thanked me for not giving away her hiding spot and ran out the door."

"Oh. So you don't secretly go over to the Potter's on weekends then."

"Shut up." Scor glared at Persephone as she laughed and turned back to the other conversations going on at the table.

Dinner was excellent as usual, and the group left feeling contented as the made their way to the dungeons. Students sat around the common room and chatted a bit, but soon the food took effect, and most wandered up to their rooms. Scor wasn't ready to sleep yet. Since the train ride he was full of energy. He was relaxed, but had no desire to sleep. Most of his friends moved on towards bed, and he found himself alone in the common room.

At least he thought he was alone. Oswald stepped from the shadows and sat down next to Scorpius. Scorpius jumped and he turned to glare, "Don't do that Oz. You are too quiet to sneak around like that. You could have given me a heart attack."

Oz shrugged, "Sorry." He didn't sound in the least apologetic. "So are you going to tell me what's going on with you today?"

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"Persephone told me about your little meeting with Potter. And you have been even more surly than usual. When her name got called, you were watching her like a hawk, and when she was sent to Gryfindor you pouted."

"I did not pout!"

"Yes you did. Don't tell me you wanted to see little Potter in Slytherin."

"Have you gone mental? I could care less about Potter. I think you need to go to bed. Lack of sleep and too much food must be rattling your brain."

"Fine, but you know you can talk to us. We're your friends Scor."

Scorpius ignored Oz. He was lost in thought again. He had to admit that part of him had wanted to see Potter in Slytherin. It had been a clever trick, and the most clever (not necessarily the most intelligent) belonged in Slytherin. There was also her appearance. She was so different from her brothers that a part of him expected her personality to be different too.

The small redhead did not look like she would ever reach great heights, and both her brothers were tall and lean. They both had the dark black hair of their father where Lily had the mahogany red locks. Both brothers had cool eyes. Albus had cool green where James had the cool brown tones of his mother. Scor remembered her eyes. They were warm deep cooper pools. Just the thought of them made him smile now.

He shook his head. What was he thinking? A Potter in Slytherin? Not a chance. All at once he was tired and decided it was time to head to bed. He seemed exhausted. As he lay down, a thought came to him.

He was bored. He was tired of the same old friends, doing the same old things. He wanted someone he could challenge and that would challenge him. He was tired of being the one to push everyone away. Sure the others were his friends, but he didn't confide feelings or plans or anything like that to them. They were the ones that he spent time with. He enjoyed their company, but he didn't want to know everything they thought or about their deep feelings.

He wanted someone like Blain. Even with Blain, he felt separated. He had pushed Blain away and in that time, Blain had made other friends. Scor knew he was not the first one Blain ran to with a problem or an idea. He missed that. When this little girl came running in, she had reminded Scor of Blain. That laughter in her eyes and her smile were exactly like Blain.

Blain still knew most of Scor's secrets and ideas. But it saddened him that the thing weighing so heavily on his chest was the one thing he couldn't tell Blain about. He couldn't tell Blain that they were no longer the inseparable friends they once were. He couldn't go to Blain and he couldn't go to his Slytherin friends. He had no one to confide in.

It clicked. He had wanted this girl in Slytherin because he thought she could be a fresh start. She could have been his confidant. But the moment he found out she was a Potter, he knew that dream had been in jeopardy. When she was sorted into Gryfindor, the dream died. As Scorpius Malfoy drifted off to sleep, a single tear ran down his face.

A/N: Thanks for those of you reading. I am new at this (as you can see form my name), so any reviews are helpful. I am debating doing this story from Scorpius' point of view only, or adding in Lily's. Let me know what you think. I think this can be a really good story so please keep up the comments. Thanks!