Chapter three
Threatening Proposals
A/N: btw….AIRC: Auror Intelligence Recruitment Camp
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"Well, well, well….If it isn't the Death-Eater wannabe, Scorpius Malfoy." Intoned James Potter, his hands folded, coolly across his chest as he lent in Scorpius' doorway.
Scorpius with what felt like a herculean effort, managed not to roll his eyes at the annoying yet common place generalization, striving for control as he drawled, in a voice of nonchalance that rivaled that of his grand-father's, "Death-Eater's ceased existence long before either of us was born, a pity you're still caught in the past, Potter."
"It's easy to be when you're me, knowing so many people who've murdered by you hooded cowards, isn't something one is about to forget in a hurry."
"Must I point out that you didn't 'know' anyone murdered by Death-Eater's, I thought you came out top of AIRC?"
"I knew of them. That was enough."
"That is not only absurd it's pathetic. It's also like saying you know what falling in love is like cause you've read of it."
James let out an inelegant snort of laughter, "Scorpius Malfoy, lectures about love, this from the man with a different girl on his arm every Saturday night?"
Scorpius insolently, turned his back on James as he preceded to look through his books before pulling out a particular thick volume, "True. But at least my 'girls' know the score, no nasty 'surprises' shall we say, which we know is more than can be said for you."
Eyes the color of steel clashed with the Jame's own, confronting him.
"You don't know what you're talking about, if you know what's good for you, don't go there Malfoy."
"In that case why don't you do yourself a favor, and get the hell out of my room….or else I might accidently remember some sordid details on that topic…we wouldn't want old memories scattered all over the place now would we. Imagine how they would make darling Fay feel," Scorpius pointed out mock innocently, "Not of course that you would care. But…"
"Are you threatening me Malfoy?"
"Malfoy's don't threaten Potter-boy. Now run away and get a life."
James straightened, before leaning threateningly towards him, "I'll be watching you, Malfoy, and I pray to Merlin you screw up, because the bloody second you so much as toe the bloody line I will blow you sky high. I've heard about you…seems you're following in grand-daddy's footsteps, Zurich, last year ring a bell?" noting perversely how he went white at the lips, he repeated with grim satisfaction, " Just give me a reason, one piece of hard evidence and you are gone. I'm surprised you managed to weasel your way in to this academy to start with; they have background checks, usually thorough background-checks…obviously their starting to get slack….or maybe they are just using the program to solve one more unclosed file…"
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"Hey love," smiled Will, long arms sneaking around Lily's waist as she waited for him at the apparition point.
Swooping down he pressed a kiss to her willing mouth, oblivious as always to the mad crowd his mere presence was generating.
Lily tried to enjoy the kiss. She really did. She honestly put more thought and effort into that kiss than she had to her first kiss back at Hogwarts when she'd been a teen.
Could she honestly blame herself for feeling….nothing?
Numb finger came up to press against her mouth as Will sketched a mock bow in the direction of their crowd and guided her out into the busy London streets.
Only after catching a view of them in the mirror at Madam Malkin's did Lily realize Will had retained his possessive grip on her waist.
Shouldn't she feel something at least…..anything?
Oddly enough the fear of not feeling had firmly etched itself on Lily's mind. There was something very wrong with a relationship when someone didn't feel anything at all.
Carefully slipping out of his possessive hold, as they decided to stop by 'Caramba' for dinner, Lily rid herself of any remaining doubts she had.
Seated opposite him under, oddly enough, at the only apparently occupied table in the restaurant that night Lily fiddled nervously with the stem of her flute of champagne. Realizing she was deliberately putting off, and that she really should get his over with, cursing the soft candle-light setting which was lending such a romantic atmosphere to what was about to be an otherwise ugly scene.
"Lily…?"
Guilt and misgivings shining in her excessively expressive eyes, Lily looked up.
Just as Cedric plucked the champagne out of her hand, his fingers closing over hers, Lily was overcome with the need to end this distorted relationship. He had to feel something was off, Cedric was usually very perceptive, maybe he was feeling the strain as well.
"There's something I wanted to ask you." Lily interrupted, her voice shakey.
"There's something I wanted to ask you too." He intoned gravely.
He did. He felt the strain. He was going to ask her for a break…or space…Cedric always broke bad news in public places, he had always been afraid of her causing a scene.
A soft smile fluttered across Lily's lips, deciding to let him save his pride a bit, realizing how bad the publicity could get if the paper's got a hold of this story, they had been together for over three years now.
"You first." She invited, her eyes now much warmer as she felt a burden lift from her shoulders.
"Lily, it's been a good three years…but….I honestly don't think I can do this anymore…all this commuting has the two of us going half mad…"
"I know." Admitted Lily.
"Lils?" He urged, silently asking her to look at him. "There's only one thing to do then, eh?"
Distracted as fond memories of the past three years flitted through her mind, Lily failed to notice that by the time she'd looked up he was no longer in his chair.
What she saw, sent her reeling.
In the soft glow of the restaurant, an annoyingly familiar tempo filled the empty banquet hall of the elite Spanish themed 'Caramba'.
It was not till Will was on his knees in front of her, an enormous diamond sparkling boldly between his fingers, that she recognized what the tempo was.
Shocked, Lily nearly gaped as he slid the ring on her finger, placing it with a kiss, "Marry me."
Oddly enough the one though running through her mind was that she had indeed realized what the infuriating tempo was.
It was The Wedding March.