Scorpius leaned on the sink looking into the cracked mirror. He looked so like his father. He let out an angry yell and punched the mirror. It broke, his hand bled. He sighed and let water wash over the wound. Why couldn't he have been born someone else? A gryffindor, a valiant, trustworthy man. But he was born into pureblood mania, slytherin slipperyness, and evil. Why couldn't he be fit for Lily?

He pictured her face. Messy, ruffled red hair, sparkling green eyes, a smile as wide as her face could go. He turned to look back into the shattered mirror. His reflection was distorted, but he could still make out the steely grey eyes, the stately nose, the slicked white blond hair. The grim face that looked back at him was his enemy. He reached a hand up and ruffled his hair. It fell out of it's immaculate hairstyle, and hung in a frame around his face. It looked good. He grinned into the mirror, and he looked...handsome.

He sighed. Why couldn't he just change who he was? Why was Lily still with him? He was such a...monster. She was so wonderful, and nice, and sweet...the opposite of him, or else what everyone percieved of him. He didn't deserve her. Of course she only said yes because she felt sorry for him. He buried his face in his hands, whimpering. Why was his life so terrible?

--

"Lily?" Scorpius whispered, willing her to turn his way. She stayed resolutely away, staring at the wall rather than him.

They sat on top of a stone wall behind the school with a spectacular view of the lake and grounds, but neither of them were really in the mood for enjoying it.

"Lily please." Scorpius begged, "I'm sorry!" He felt tears of frustration start to leak out of his eyes. He reached out and put a hand on Lily's shoulder, but she shrugged it off.

"No."

"Lily...I didn't think they would act like that." he said, gently kissing the curve where her shoulder met the nape of her neck.

She turned, her eyes blazing, "Did you hear them, Scorpius? Did you hear what they said to me? They called me filthy halfblood slut, contaminating you with my unworthy love. Did you hear all that, or did you think it playful banter?"

He gasped, "I told them to stop, I did."

"Yes, but you weren't angry."

He took her hands in his, "Yes, I was. Of course I was angry, they were insulting you with their horrible words. I didn't want to yell because then I'd be the odd man out."

She snarled, "You didn't defend me because you wanted to fit in with them?" she hissed, her voice dangerously quiet now.

He seemed to realize that he'd said the wrong thing, "No! No, love, of course not. You..." he broke off, this time it was he who turned away in rage, "You don't understand how it is to be a slytherin and not want to be one at the same time! They already give me hell because I'm best friends with your brother, but I ignore. But I don't fight it because they would make my life miserable."

"But you're one of the most popular boys in the school."

He sighed, and gave her a halfhearted smile, "Yes, but I have no power. Don't you understand? I'm popular because of my father, because of my wealth, because of my heritage. But that could so easily be changed. So many children of death eaters, vying for my place. I have the highest standing, but I'm not valuable. That could be changed so easily. And just like that I'd be the outcast, the one they made hate life, hate being alive, wish they'd never been born."

"They can do that?"

He smiled ruefully, "You're only powerful when you have the support of the people."

She sighed and leaned against him, "I know you would never say things like that. I...I know you couldn't have...have done more."

Scorpius frowned and ducked his head to look into her eyes, "Then why were you so angry?"

She looked down and fiddled with her robes. A few tears splashed down onto the black fabric, "I...I thought because of what they said, you might...be ashamed of me."

Without a words he gathered her in his arms, pressing her deeper and deeper into his embrace, kissing her hair, her forehead, her eyelids, her cheekbones, her lips. He stopped and bent his head down to look at her, "I could never be ashamed of you. How could you ever think that?" he smiled, "I...I thought you would be ashamed of me."

"Whyever would you think that?" she asked, amazed.

"Because I'm a bloodthirsty, slippery, ambitious slytherin, not a valiant, brave, trustworthy gryffindor."

She stretched up and pressed her lips hard against his. He responded enthusiastically, and wound his hands in her hair. She breathed in his heady scent, and held onto the front of his robes with trembling hands as if to anchor herself there. She breathed in heavily, "Scorpius, I will love you no matter what you are. It's who you are that matters."

He looked at her with wide-eyes, looking for once like a anxious young boy instead of a powerful and arrogant young man, "You...you love me?"

She was frightened too, scared that he wouldn't say it back. "Yes."

They sat silent for a moment.

"Do you love me?" she asked tentatively, hating that she had to ask this way, trying to ignore the begging tone in her voice.

Suddenly he was on top of her, kissing ever part of her he could reach, pressing his body against hers. She surrendered to his strong grasp, and bewildered, but pleased, kissed him back, moving her lips roughly against his. She felt lightheaded, but she didn't want to stop, she ran her hands through his hair, and he pulled her tight to him.

He broke away, trying to pull away from Lily, who was desperately pulling him back, "Don't stop, Scorpius."

He smiled and bent his head to softly kiss her lips, "Yes."

She frowned, trapped underneath his tall body, "Yes what?"

He laughed, "Yes, I love you!" he kissed her neck, her shoulders, "You have no idea how much."

She cradles his face in her hands, "Truly?"

He smiled and proceeded to kiss her more, "How could you doubt it?"

--

"He told you he loves you?" Lisa Macmillan asked incredulously, her eyes wide.

Lily grinned, blushing, "Yes. He really did."

"I can't believe it!" Lisa laughed, then stared at her seriously, "Wait. Did you say it back?"

Lily bit her lip self-consciously, blushing harder, "Well, yes."

Lisa screamed, "Oh my god! You're in love!"

Lily rolled her eyes. Lisa was a good friend, but the kind of airhead friend of hers. Lily had been friends with her for forever, and she was always with her, but sometimes she did kind of be annoying.

Lily laughed, "It's not that big of a deal, Lisa! We just...we really care about each other, and we told each other so."

Lisa waved a finger in front of her face, "Don't try that with me, Lily Potter, I know a big deal when I see one. Now tell me, now, Lily, or I swear I'll get nasty. How did it come up?"

She shrugged, "I dont know, we were talking about how we're so different from each other, and I told him I loved him no matter if he was a slytherin or a gryffindor-"

"Hold on!" Lisa held up a restraining hand.

Lily sighed and folded her arms, "What now?"

"You love him too?"

Lily looked down self-consciously, crossing and uncrossing her arms, "Well...yeah, Lis, I do, I really do."

Lisa let out a breath, "Wow. Scorpius Malfoy."

Lily laughed, "Yeah. Never would have guessed."

Lisa looked the other way, "You're so lucky."

Lily frowned, "What's wrong?"

Lisa shrugged,

Okay I need new ideas so I'm going to go meditate! I know my writing has gotten boring so I'll imagine up some new drama while im chanting buddhist prayers...om mani pade om...so pleeeeeaaaaaaaaase read and review!!

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