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Admitting the Inevitable
"You know this is illegal right?"
"Talking to you?"
"Kidnapping"
"Well, Lily, we need to talk."
"About what exactly?"
"Us."
He had locked her in a broom closet.
She was pissed.
"I don't believe that there is an us actually."
Scorpius shook his head, "You, see I'm not really satisfied with that answer."
"Who say I give a flipping fuck about your satisfaction?"
"You're just such a tease," he growled and backed her farther up the wall of the confined space. It has been days since she walked out on him. 13 days to be exact. The problem with tracking down Lily was that she was a Potter and she was a Slytherin. Now Potters are known to be very passionate and stubborn and whole hoard of other very Gryffindor-esqe things but Slytherins are known to be exceedingly cunning. This presented a problem because when Lily decides she doesn't want to be found by a certain person – she doesn't get found. Ever. Until that is she and another Slytherin happen to both become very hungry at the same time for a the certain left overs of a butter chiffon cake that was served at dinner leading them both down the very dame hallway and path.
It just had to be a sign. Or so Mr. Malfoy believed.
"You're a leach. So clingy it's not my fault if you perceive me as something other than what you expect to be normal."
"Cut the shite Lily."
"Let me go Scor."
"No!"
"My father is the bloody head of the Auror department and you think it wise to kidnap me? Let alone that he's Harry Potter? I usually don't pull the chosen one card because I mean he's my dad but hello!"
"Then I suppose that tells you something huh."
"Oh like the bloody hell what?"
"That's how much I want you."
Whatever Lily was expecting it certainly wasn't that. She thought perhaps he would yell or try and seduce her which were both things she was very prepared for. She wasn't expecting him to be sweet. He cheated, she decided. Scorpius Malfoy was a lot of things but never, ever sweet. It was like Filch being clean. It just doesn't happen.
It was possibly the most romantic Scorpius could get.
Did that matter to Lily?
No.
No, it didn't.
"I hear you're running around with Graham Coulter."
Lily tipped her head back in defiance. "Possibly," She quipped.
"What's your game Lily? You'll just flit around because you can? You find me amusing this way? That – that's horrible. That makes you horrible."
She felt like she had been slapped. He was just saying the most shocking things this evening.
"And yet…" he sighed exasperated, "that suppose that makes me horrible too. You're not supposed to love horrible people are you?"
Lily didn't remember seeing a thing when she collapsed on the floor.
Macklan had always been an odd sort of fellow. He was known for never really having anything to say but I suppose it was because he thought more than others did. He knew he though more than Lily because though she was rather smart she acted on every little whimsy she had. Maeve, his sister, was perhaps a bit scatter brained gaining her whimsy from their mother, Luna.
Macklan thought though. All the time. About everything. He never decided anything until he did have a real good think on it, perhaps a nice distractionless sit in a dark closet (many a person found him quite barmy for he was often caught be frantic snoggers while doing this).
However, when he had thought some through and decided what was true he never faltered. That was why sometime back in third year he decided he was very much in love with Olivia Oxford. He had first spoken to her while on the train ride to Hogwarts all those years ago and was quite surprised when she could tell him with confidence why the brightness of Saturn was devastating for the thestral population of Northern Ireland.
She could see them too, for which he was intensely jealous. His mother could see them, actually many people's parents could see them. Those of the fighting generations saw many people die and were no stranger to death. She had seen her muggle cousin die of cancer and this was very hard on her because they were indeed very close as children.
If Macklan were one to take into consideration such things he would admit that she might be…perhaps, very pretty, beautiful, gorgeous even if he was one to say anything at all.
With all of his years and years of thinking Macklan had made a very important decision that came in handy as he got older – people do not have to love you back for you to love them. With Olivia having a boyfriend who she appeared to be very happy with this knowledge gave him great comfort (though he would really rather her love him back).
They didn't even talk all that much but every day in Divination whenever she would raise her hand or give a telling of what she saw in her tea leaves his heart would putter just that much faster.
Sometimes they would even make eye contact. From these encounters Macklan had seared the exact color of her eyes into his brain it was hot chocolate with extra cinnamon and then something that could be described only has stardust. When she was sad (like when she spoke of her muggle cousin – he believed her name was Matilda) her eyes seem to swirl and suck him into an abyss that could find no salvation or when she was happy (like when they have spiced pumpkin cake for breakfast) the sparkled like nuggets of gold.
It was one of those thinking times again however and with all these things being taken into account Macklan was beginning to think he might need to tell her. Even though she was currently spoken it was only right that the girl know her options. He was definitely and option, or so he had decided, because Olivia was not one to care about if someone was a son of legendary Quidditch player (and if she did he was sure that the son of one of Harry Potter's best friends and fellow fighter in the war was much much more impressive, that's only if she was one of those girls which she wasn't).
Yes, he would tell her.
Someday.
Review! Also leave me prompts because I'm going to be starting a compilation drabble/one shot story. No plot just Lily and Scorpius and their life.