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Scorpius Malfoy wasn't disappointed that he was sorted into the same house as his new best mate, Albus. He was, however, disappointed he wasn't sorted into the same house as the girl he knew he would marry, Rose. Of course she wasn't aware of the future that the two of them would have with each other, but that wasn't a problem for him. He knew that soon enough she would come around. Or so he thought. Staring at the red head from his seat at the Slytherin table in the great hall, he knew he was drawing attention to himself, but he did not care. He was enraptured by her beauty.
"Scorpius. Mate. Snap out of it!" Albus snapped his fingers in front Scorpius' face.
Scorpius shook his head in response. "Whatever it is, mate, it's not any more important than that," he pointed to Rose, "girl over there."
"Not even Potions homework? Don't you want to be top of class?" Albus nudged his shoulder.
"Yes, of course. But not if that means beating her."
"Mate, you are not going to get her to bloody like you if you let her win. You'll only piss her off. Trust me; I grew up with her."
"Do you think she'll notice me if I beat her grades?" Scorpius questioned unsurely.
"Oh yeah! Totally!" Albus nodded enthusiastically.
"Alright, fine. What's the homework?"
SMSMSMSMSMSMSMSM
Scorpius got Rose's attention. Though, not in the way he wanted it; however, anything was better than nothing, he thought as he found himself staring down the end of her wand.
"What game are you playing, Malfoy?" the red headed witch bit out.
"What do you mean? I only did my homework like I was supposed to!"
"You only got an A on your last essay. You didn't get an O!"
"What? Are you jealous?" the blonde wizard questioned sarcastically.
Rose jammed her wand in his neck. "Fat chance, Malfoy. My father said to watch out for you, that you are a liar and a cheat. I've heard the rumors! There is no way that Voldemort's son could –"
Scorpius grabbed the witches wrist, spun her around, and had her front side pinned to cold castle wall in a quick swoosh. "Don't you finish that," he ground out dangerously. "I am not Voldemort's son. I am my father's son. Okay?"
"Okay," she grit out, accepting defeat. She could sense the hurt in his voice. Somewhere, deep down inside of her, she felt guilty; though, she would never admit that. Not anytime soon at least.
Scorpius released her from his hold. "Now since that is settled, I made a promise to myself I intend to keep," he said as he got down on one knee.
"What are you doing, Malfoy?" she whispered hesitantly.
"What? This is how the muggles do it!"
"Do what?"
"Well, if you quit asking questions, I'd get to my point." The young witch nodded her head. "Right. Anyway. I, Scorpius Malfoy, only heir to my father, pledge my undying love," a sarcastic giggle came out of the red head, to which the blonde gave her a pointed look, "to you, Rose Granger-Weasley. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?" he finished seriously.
Rose laughed hysterically. "You've got to be kidding," she said through the laughter.
Scorpius had a hurt look on his face. "What do you mean? No, I'm not kidding you! I promised that I was going to ask you every time that I get a chance until the day that you finally say yes!"
"We're eleven, Malfoy."
"I take it that your answer is no?" he asked defeated.
"Do you even have to ask, Scorpius?"
"You did it! You said my name!" he got up from his position on the ground.
"Yes, because that is your name."
"Well, it's a start!" he exclaimed excitedly.
Sorry for the short chapter. The next ones will be longer. I just got out of the hospital and am still not feeling the greatest.
xxx,
Sissey
