A/N: You won't believe it, I know, but my exams are over!
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Sorry for not updating for so long.
I started this chapter just after I finished so I'm kinda scared my tiredness might be sorta evident.
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Chapter 8: Fallen Angel
I walk quietly back to school.
So it is over after all.
I cannot really deny that pain in my stomach when I saw her making out with McLaggen. Yet at the same time I feel like a great burden has been lifted from my shoulders.
I'd much rather stop this act right now but I need to go on till the end of the month. For Scorpius' mental health's sake. The poor guy is devastated since he saw Rose snogging the daylights out of Noah. I'm telling you, his face was all red and he seemed perfectly sick. He even did the 'headache move' at some point or another. So I cannot abandon him now. I must help him win the deal.
I guess Andy was right after all. He is jealous. Who'd have thought?
But at least he won the bet with me, so that's bound to cheer him up.
Oh, sweet Merlin! He won the bet with me!
Now I have to get Rosie's diary. Damn it all, she will hex me to next century and back when she finds out.
Gah, but a bet is, after all, a bet.
Besides, odds are it'll be just a stupid notebook about school and tests and essays.
I sigh audibly and walk to the Heads' Common Room. At least it's peaceful in here what with all those people gone. The corridors are almost empty, the classes even more so. Even the Great Hall is as peaceful as a graveyard.
Merlin, that made me shiver.
"It's kinda spooky isn't it?" I turn around my head spastically trying to find out who just spoke.
Finally my eyes rest on a petite form leaning across a wall, hands crosses, feet likewise, so much that it makes me wonder how come she's still standing.
"Ethnie." I greet. Well, it was more like a general observation but…yeah.
"Back early from your long-awaited date Potter?" She decides to give up on her feet and land herself fall on the floor with a little more force than I expected. She smirks.
"Back running from my date is more like it." I mimic her move and sit down as well. Wow, that floor is cold.
"That bad huh? Well, what did she do? Started talking about her hairspray or something?" Of course Ethnie just loves to make fun of people's hair products. Having that perfect hair that she does.
Of course short is bound to lessen their charm. Though now that I think of it I might not in fact dislike it so much after all.
I'm sick of long hair. Floating behind your back. Dancing in the wind or tied up in ponytails.
It feels simply distracting after all.
Cause after a certain point you're not looking at the girl in front of you but rather at her hair and her clothes and the stuff clothes can't hide.
And I'm awfully out of topic right now.
"She did nothing bad. I was the one who messed up. However now that I think of it, even if I hadn't things wouldn't change one bit." I mutter more to myself than her. Which in return makes her stare at me perplexed.
"Care to explain?" She moves her head backwards causing it to clash with the stone wall.
"It was awkward. She kissed me and I barely managed to respond." Not to mention that all I could think of was my shoes…
"Then she, upon realizing my reluctance, said something about forgetting her purse in school. And of course I offered to go get it for her. You know so that I could escape…" Ethnie rolls her eyes and puts a hand to support her chin boringly.
"Real smooth." She comments.
"In the end it was her who went to fetch the purse cause obviously I could not go up the girls' dorms." I tie my hands around my knees.
"Meanwhile I was encountered by the 'depressed ex'." Or at least the ex depressed ex, since they reconciled.
"McLaggen?" She gives me a blood-thirsty glance as if her day got brighter just by hearing I got into trouble.
"Yup. He was out of his head. Shooting hexes at me like crazy." I shiver. How I managed to survive those is yet to be understood even by me.
"Cool!" Glaring at her I try to get over today's events.
"He was going on about how I stole his girlfriend even though I had no deep feelings for her. Whereas he did." Yeah, that's right. Those were his words.
"Ex-boyfriend paranoia, don't think much of it." Ethnie replies quickly like she's scared that if she does comfort me fast I'll go jump off the Astronomy Tower or something.
"Actually he was spot on." I smile weakly at her.
"Nonsense." With a violent hand move she discards my comment.
"It wasn't nonsense!" I don't know why I snapped just now. Ethnie gasps and stares deep into my eyes as I feel a blush creeping up my neck.
Why did I get mad at her right now? It's not like she did anything. I must learn not to vent my anger to innocent by-passers.
But, honestly, what anger? Was I not peaceful a while ago? It's not like I actually loved Alysia anyway. No.
It's for the best that she returned to McLaggen.
The anger is for myself after all.
"It wasn't nonsense cause after that he went on and confessed he loves her." I say in a calmer tone.
"No shit!" Yes, shit, I refrain from replying.
"And she heard him." Ethnie's face scowls in a grimace of pain at that.
"Don't tell me…" I nod in confirmation and she sighs.
"Bad luck mate." She pats me shoulder.
"Bad luck? I don't think so." I declare bravely.
"I might have been mistaken when it comes to the extent of my feelings for her." I explain upon seeing her inquisitive look.
"In other words you don't love her." She glances straight into my eyes. Into my head's more like it...
"No I don't." I assure.
"I see." No other words. I knew it anyway, that Ethnie was not the kind of person who would talk on and on for hours. It's not like her to blabber aimlessly. She's quiet and careful with her words.
That's what she is.
But…
"What am I Ethnie?" Suddenly I clench my fists and ask in a serious voice.
"Huh?" She makes a soft calming sound that make my insides swell.
"What am I, as person I mean?" I try to clear up.
"You're…you. Oh… I don't know!" She scratches her chin awkwardly. I smile again.
"Yeah, me neither." The tawny haired girl gives me a side-ways look.
"I mean I don't think I am something." I confess in a whisper.
"You have to be something." She says incredulously.
"Do I? I don't think so." I sigh. "And still everybody else is something."
"Scorpius is a playboy, Rose is a bookworm, and you're ruthless. Even Edgecombe is… a Wonder Boy." Everyone is something but me… It's like I have no identity of mine. I'm Harry Potter's son, I'm the Quidditch Captain, I'm the Defense Against the Dark Arts prodigy but none of these mean much. They don't mean a thing when it comes to who I really am.
Therefore I am nothing.
"Are they really?" I cock an eyebrow at her question.
"Is Rose just a bookworm and is Scorpius indifferent towards love? Is Edgecombe all that perfect and am I so damn angry all the time?" Ethnie chuckles leaning forwards. Her short silky hair falling on her face.
With a shy smile she sends me a silent demand to contradict her.
"No I suppose not. You look quite cute right now." I hold my breath terrified. Oh, no! I didn't just say that out loud. There is no way. I look down at my feet hoping she suddenly goes blind so as to not see my ridiculous blush.
"I got it!" She exclaims. To my great relief she doesn't see much to my comment.
"You're nice. See I found something that you are." I snort.
"That hardly means anything. It's too vague." I point out.
"You're funny and smart and …you know…wise!" I chock on –apparently- thin air.
"Wise?" I breathe out perplexed.
"Sure. You understand stuff. You know what's right and what's wrong without having someone to tell you. You don't fool around but you can make a joke and send out a witty comeback." She bites her lower lip thoughtfully.
"You're honest about how you feel. You don't beat around the bush about it, like Rose and Scorpius." Rose and Scorpius huh? She's thought of it too.
"I take it you too think there's something fishy about their fights, right?" She smirks at my question.
"Sure. But now we're talking about you." She straightens herself against the wall and proceeds.
"You didn't hesitate to show you liked Alysa and when you realized she was better off with McLaggen you stepped back." She recites with an amazing ease.
"Don't both those events make me sound rather cowardly?" I ask slowly, counting my words.
"Now, that's not you talking, it's Scorpius." She shakes her head in regret.
"You see that's what's bad about you. You're easily carried away by other people's words. You have no confidence." I feel a pain on my shoulder where she smacked me testily. I groan loudly and then pout.
"Don't give me that face, you know it's true! Just because that idiot blonde says girls like bad boys you didn't need to listen to him." She scolds me with an exhausted expression.
"I had a huge amount of dates in case you didn't notice." She makes a strange sound of disparagement with her mouth at those words.
"So did Scorpius and he's supposed to be acting like the 'good guy' here." I guess that's a solid point.
"It's the blonde hair. He'll always have dates." I whine like a little kid. And strangely enough the next thing I hear is a loud laughter echoing around the room.
"Yeah, laugh all you like but it's true." I point out embarrassed.
"Ok, you can stop chuckling now." I pat my foot on the floor impatiently. Honestly you'd think after some point a person has to stop laughing and get some air. But no… Ethnie just keeps going.
"Seriously you should stop." It's getting old.
"If-…" She tries to speak but fails terribly.
"If you had just- hah- seen your face…" Again she bursts out laughing but this time I can't hold back either.
The look on my face huh? If it was anything like that expression she had plastered upon her face some seconds ago I think I can understand her outburst.
"Ok- ok, I'm fine now. Just had to get it out of- Hey!" I ca barely hear her voice at the back of my head as I roll on the floor laughing.
"Al! Can you hear me? I don't think this floor has been swept lately. Your shirt is going to get all-" I stand up and look down on my shirt which is black and dusty at some spots.
"-Dirty." She finishes and rolls her soft brown eyes. She raises a hand towards me and touches my shirt with those small fingers of hers, slowly and carefully. With a more decisive move she sweeps the dirt off it innocently.
If only she knew how fast my heart was beating when she touched my chest I bet she wouldn't be so careless.
"Oh look, you even got your face dirty." She scolds and places her hand on my cheek. Ok, this is not good. Not good at all. What do you do when you just realized that you cousin's best friend is the most beautiful girl you've ever met? And by beautiful I don't mean hot. It's more like sweet and caring and funny…
So what now?
She caresses my cheek trying to remove some black spots from it when I move my hand and find hers. I take her fingers and press them on my face, as if I'm trying to help her clean it up. But instead all I want is to hold her hand and keep it exactly where it is.
She blushes and looks deep into my eyes shyly. At once I feel very self-aware. But what to do? I don't want to let go. Still things will go too far if I don't hold myself back now.
My chest heaves up and down impatiently waiting for me to do something significant. And I really can't disappoint.
I stand up never leaving her hand and pull her up with me. She seems surprised but doesn't protest.
I turn my head a little bit causing her fingers to be resting on my lips right now and in a moment of very poor judgment, I kiss their tips.
Then I let go.
"Thanks Ethnie." I mumble. Run Al, run!
I take a step back slowly letting go of her hand.
"I take it back." Her words freeze me up to the spot.
"You're not as wise as I thought you were." She looks down. "No wise person would be the way you are with me." I cast her a questioning look.
"Be careful Al. I might get the wrong impression." She turns around so that all I can see is her back.
"I am a girl after all." I try not to snort at that. Like I didn't know she was one!
I watch while she leaves me alone in the Great Hall, my heart still pounding annoyingly.
Soon I turn around and go too.
I wish I could remember where I was heading.
I walk fast and decisively without even knowing why I'm caring, till I reach the pitch. There everything looks unaffected by the hurricane that is Rose Weasley's wrath. However there's this little dot up in the sky that makes me irrevocably unsettled.
The dot bears this annoying similarity to a certain bossy redhead which would have been enough to bring me back to my senses normally. Cause as soon I see that hostile figure of hers I always remember exactly what kind of hatred we both feel for each other.
Today, just as usual, all the hazy thoughts clear up in my head. I finally recall who's who in this game. Yet, and that's the unsettling point here. That revelation doesn't make me any less willing to grab a broom and fly towards the red dot.
Smack me in the head with something heavy will you?
I mean I'm bound to regret this anyway so might as well save myself from the humiliation.
Luckily I can only see her back from where I'm flying, which in turn, means she cannot see me at all.
Good.
And that's pretty much the only things that looks good at the moment. I mean what I'm about to do doesn't look good and Weasley's state isn't ideal either.
Was that her last-name I just used? Phew…That's a relief.
Oh shoot!
Why is she shaking now? Don't tell me she's crying! I really, really cannot handle crying. Damn it where's that boyfriend of hers to comfort her now?
I guess yet once again I'm proven correct. He's a bloody jerk. Oh, yes.
He's all willing to snog the daylights out of her but when it comes to taking actual care of her he disappears. Worthless scum!
Ok, ok, what to do now?
I should probably call Al. Sure. He'll know what to do. She is his cousin after all. Whereas I'm bound to do something idiotic to get myself hexed again.
Yeah, I should go find Al… Of course.
It's none of my business anyway.
Weasley's none of my business.
But she's still shaking!
Why on earth is she doing that?
It's like she's trying to hurt me. Cause let me just tell you it does hurt. I don't know why, since, obviously it's her who's in pain and I'm perfectly healthy.
Or maybe not. My stomach hurts like someone's twisting it with his own hands.
Gah, I can't understand this!
"Weasley, what's wrong?" I mutter in a helpless voice. Here it goes. Scorpius' way to the grave. Yeah…
She jumps up, which is really not the best thing to do when riding a broom and turns around.
"Leave me alone Malfoy." Upon seeing my face her eyes drift apart from me and down to the ground. Her lips pushed shut.
"Why so you can jump off your broom and be done with this rotten world?" It was meant to be a joke, I swear! But to my surprise her face becomes even paler and she clenches her fists around the broom so much that all circulation is cut.
"Do I look that bad?" Momentarily she casts me a wary unsure look which she disposes of as fast as possible.
"You were crying weren't you?" I ask cocking a knowing eyebrow. And please don't ask me if eyebrows can in fact be 'knowing'.
This time she does look at me, perplexed, taking her a few moments to fully process my words.
"Huh? No, I wasn't crying." Now you'd probably think she's lying. And in fact I don't blame you. If I didn't know Weasley as well as I do I'd think so too.
However that strange girl has such a striking sincerity that leaves a strong impact on you. When she's telling the truth her eyes are shining and she always looks at you defiantly as if challenging you to say it isn't so and then face the consequences.
So I tell you, it's the truth.
Which means she's been shaking but for a whole different reason altogether.
I look at her more closely. Her coat is buttoned up and her sleeves appear to have been pulled down to her fingers.
She's cold.
That's right!
"Fine then get down it's freezing out here and the sun is setting." I snap unintentionally.
"It's not cold." She mumbles. Now, didn't I say I can tell when she's telling the truth and when she lies? Well, sure I can. You see, now she's no longer looking at me. And she's blushing. All sincerity is gone.
"Don't lie to me Weasley." She gasps at that, which surely is a joy to watch. A startled Weasley can make one's day.
"Don't order me around Malfoy I'm not your house-elf." She recovers fast enough.
"I pay my house-elves Weasley and I treat them quite alright if you care to know." I smirk in triumph.
"I don't." Yeah, should have seen that one coming I suppose.
"Couldn't you just go along with me for once in your life?" I sigh defeated. Honestly she is an adult isn't she? What if later on we're asked t work together? Will she be all arrogant and pissed off then too?
"Oh, I don't know Malfoy 'go along' sounds too much like 'get along' to me." Hahaha…funny.
Honestly wit contests like that should be prohibited in weather conditions like this.
"You think I'm being witty?" Wait what? Don't tell me I just…
"Did I just say that out loud?" I feel my face getting hot and I clear my throat.
"Aha…" She shakes her head frantically.
"You know what?" Suddenly her expression changes. A look I've never seen graces her face.
It's like she's happy and yet still calm and a little sad too. Really weird face…
I shake my head as well.
"Before you came over and sprouted all those nonsense to me I was absolutely certain nothing could cheer me up. Still you did. So fine, I'll go along with you." O-ok… Wow. That smile is actually for me? As in her sworn enemy? And what for? Just cause I made a total fool of myself in front of her and stuttered and blushed and felt almost every second the urgent need to throw up?
I didn't know people who ridicule themselves get to see such smiles. I always thought smart and cool guys are the only ones who are worth such levels of cuteness.
Ok, did I just say cuteness?
Man, she had better give me another bloody smile for that ridiculous comment.
"Watch out, cause 'go along' sounds too much like 'get along'." I raise an eyebrow waiting to see her reaction.
"Malfoy being you and being funny just don't go together." She comes closer on her broom and pats me in the shoulder pitifully.
"Says who?" I ask in a defiant tone.
"Nature I guess… and people." That is a solid point. But now that I think of it…
"Well, for once, screw them both. I'm sick of doing what people think is right." I am an adult after all. Enough is enough.
"You don't strike me as a person who ever did as he was told." She smirks at me.
"Well thank you, but people's expectations are a big deal don't you think? People tell you who you should be who you should like and who you should hate." I know most students my age are all about 'never been affected by others' but let's face it, you live with others, you talk to them, you even breathe their microbes. So people do matter and they do mess with your head.
"So you are who you are because people say so?" I mess my hair with a hand and push my lips together deep in thought.
"In a way some of them affect me." I finally reply.
"Don't lie to me Malfoy." She points a finger to my face.
"Ha? I'm not…" I mean…
"Sure you are. You do that thing with your mouth when you're lying and then you mess your hair and narrow your eyebrows. Like you just did." I did? Hm. Yeah, I guess I did. Well, it's just that I was embarrassed.
"Just fly faster my arse is freezing on this bloody broom." I hiss in a rather provocative way to change the subject.
"Still you're lying." Apparently Weasley doesn't like to be provoked.
"You listen to people. I get that. Everyone does. But in essence they don't choose for you. I think you're too full of yourself to have that." She finishes with a knock-out blow. I just shrug.
"Too full of myself? Why thank you…" I mock getting off my broom.
"Not a compliment." She mutters, but wasn't it really a compliment? Cause it kinda sounded as such.
"Of course not, Miss know-it-all here would never admit to having complimented me." I throw my hands up in the air in defeat.
"I would if I had." She sticks her tongue at me and I feel that unorthodox, for a person my age, need to mimic her move. She grins to herself at my uncertainty.
"You seem awfully cheerful." I comment without any particular purpose, forgetting altogether that I was supposed to call Al to handle this.
"Wha-?" She looks as if she just woke up. Surprised and with a slow grasp on things.
"I mean you looked so serious before." Why am I even going on with this, I wonder?
Today I'm all weird.
Actually it's not the first crazy thing I've said. I really surpassed my capacities back in the Three Broomsticks. Andy has material to mock me over till we're retired. What I said… I daren't even think of it. And did I mean those –gaah- caring words?
Let's just keep that question for later.
"Ah!" She shrieks in shock and I stiffen up unintentionally.
"What is it?" I don't even manage to make my voice sound trivial. I'm that scared.
"I-I…" She stutters and gives me an absent-minded glance.
"I totally forgot about that." She smacks her head with her hand and chuckles a little under her breath.
Honestly that girl…
"About what?" I narrow my eyes and inspect her carefully.
"Ehem… Noah… you know my boyfriend…" I nod impatiently. But in all sincerity do I want to hear it?
He's lovely, he's awesome, he's a Wonder Boy, he's the freaking man of her life? Which one?
"He's a complete idiot." Excuse me?
"Come again?" I feel my eyes widening without my permission.
"A selfish, cheap, disgusting cheater!" She adds with conviction.
Now, hold on a second.
Those aren't words of love. I'm sure of it. I might not be a 'true love relationship' expert or anything, but this doesn't sound like a good thing.
Hah…sweet!
"He cheated?" I mean seriously now? Ok, ok, Weasley and I despise each other, yet even I, acknowledging all her bad habits, can easily tell she's not the kind of person you can in fact cheat.
She's like… not the kind of girl you'd expect someone to be dating and not be madly in love with. I've been hexed by her a million times, indeed, and I have sworn she's nothing more than a stupid goody-two-shoes.
But, man, it sounds more possible to have a guy die for her than break her heart. Dunno…
Besides it's none of my business.
"And with one of your bimbos too." She mutters dejectedly. That's what I call a change in demeanor.
"My bimbos?" How does he know my- I mean… I don't snog bimbos. Yeah, that's right!
"The kind of girl you'd date." Oh! I see.
"She came over and was like 'Hello baby.' And that prick said I was just the cousin of a friend." She sends a killing look over my shoulder. Hah, I can only imagine what she did to that guy. I suppose she hexed him. Or maybe not. She'd never severe her badge for him. Which means she used her own hands…Ouch…
"I punched him. To the face. Many times." As expected… I just sigh.
"You don't seem surprised." Suddenly she fixes her blue orbs at me. I wonder when did I become the topic of this conversation.
"Well," Punching him is something she'd totally do so…
"Of course. Why would you be surprised by his actions? You're exactly the same after all." I- What? That's not… I was not surprised by what she did. Having him cheat on her was a shock!
And what does she mean, I'm 'exactly the same'?
I am not like that bastard! I am nothing like him.
"I've never cheated on a girl." I retort offended.
"Sure, since you've never dated a girl enough to be able to cheat on her. Dating many girls one after the other with a gap of – approximately- an hour is more your thing." She gives me a death glare, which let me tell you is supposed to fit in any kind of conversation between the two of us except for this one.
"At least I don't lie to them. I don't pretend to love them!" I shout back fuming real badly.
"Oh, congratulations, you don't even bother pretending to be in love." She shoots back with a voice full of irony.
"You're an even bigger cretin than he is." Her arms cross in front of her stubbornly as I feel my anger rising.
"But I didn't cheat on you. He did!" I get it. She wants to vent her anger on someone. She wants to shout at someone some more. But, Merlin, that's as much as I can take.
Her eyes loosen their grip on me and fade. Her face reddens and her arms fall to her sides.
Now she looks like you just took all the life out of her. Even her hair are untied and curtaining her face in sorrow. Or at least it looks like that to me.
Like one of those fairytale figures of women who lost their husbands in the seas and then spent so much time gazing at the ocean with blood-shot eyes that in the end froze in that poignant state and became statues.
Yet the statue moves. Her head turns upwards to face me.
"You're right. I'm sorry Scorpius." She casts me a look so shy and yet so meaningful that makes me gasp. Her eyes are so… blue. I've never noticed till now.
Hm. But that's not totally true now is it?
Let's just say –to be on the safe side- I never felt so obliged to put it forward till now.
And Scorpius?
Is that really how my name sounds? Is it really how everyone else calls me? Then why does it feel so different than what all others refer to me as?
My name just sounds more significant coming from her lips.
"It's ok. Anger is blind I guess." I blush too. Being significant does not make me any less stressed out.
"I thought love was blind." I smirk at her know-it-all expression. I almost missed it if that's in fact possible.
"It remains to be seen. Whereas anger's blindness has been confirmed." And to be perfectly honest I have no idea where that came from. I hope she doesn't see too much to it. I hope I don't see much to it either.
"Anger's blindness? That was weird to hear." She scratches her head thoughtfully.
"I'm breaking some sort of record today. Wisecrack record or something." I pout- wait! Pout? I don't think so. I…scowl.
"I see. And since when do you admit doing something less than perfect." She really can't let anything pass by without commenting.
"You're being awful again." I let her know with a smirk that soon turns into a smile.
I forgot all about it. I'm telling you it was as if it never had happened. The moment Malfoy started talking to me with that silly look on his face all memories of the despicable cheating traitor dissolved into my head.
And still, even though he did manage –unintentionally I'm sure- to make me relax a bit I snapped at him so bad. Because he did nothing wrong this time, I really had no right to shout at him. I'm not supposed to be a child anymore and take my anger out on innocent people. And by some sort of farce from the gods Malfoy was in fact innocent this time.
No. More than that he was being helpful and funny and I messed it up. I mean how often do I get to see a nice Malfoy?
I should had just shut up and savor it, but no! I had to go and ruin him. Though he doesn't seem too ruined.
He's like…laughing and wow, why is his face so spotless and calming?
His eyelashes are slightly falling on his gray eyes and his lips that are curved upwards behold a soft firmness. To say that he has a well-shaped face would be totally unnecessary on my part though I must point out that this is the first time I feel like enjoying it.
Usually I would only gag at how unfair nature was for giving such a good appearance to such a devious person. Today however I don't quite feel like protesting about it.
"You're being awful again." He says in a childish voice and even though I know I should be so sad and down on the dumps because of what has happened I cannot help but laugh.
"And you're being whiney." I leave my broom in the Gryffindor changing rooms and then lock up.
"It's cause I'm always misunderstood." Malfoy complains while we both walk back to the castle.
"Don't make me laugh!" I snort loudly and, like he so much like to comment, 'in an unladylike fashion'.
"Why not?" He gives me a gray-eyed look which hits a nerve.
"You're fun when you laugh." He adds and I feel goosebumps. That's not really what I had in mind when I asked him to not make me laugh…
"Hm." I see. That's just as I was afraid.
"What?" He inquires looking downwards at me.
"I told you 'go along' was too much like 'get along'." I mutter with a half-smile. But he just shrugs.
"So you shouldn't be so depressed about Edgecombe Weasley." He changes the subject swiftly. And even though I'm not too depressed I cannot help but ask.
"You think?" He walks inside the castle like he owns it as I try to catch up.
"Well, looking on the bright side at least this time you didn't get dumped. You broke up with him. It's like you said the last word." He accompanies his words with frantic hand moves.
"I guess." And then on afterthought. "But what do you mean at least this time?"
"Lat time Abbott broke up with you yet this time you broke up with Edgecombe." He explains plainly, making me raise my eyebrows.
"Abbott? From fifth year you mean?" He just nods.
"He didn't break up with me." I correct.
"He didn't? I thought he said…" he stammers and I roll my eyes. Of course that idiot Abbott would sprout all those nonsense to get people's attention.
"He lied." I really know how to pick them don't I?
"But why would you break up?" I cough uncomfortably and mumble the password to the one of the two knights. The armored man nods at me while his opponent is looking back and forth between me and the blonde.
"Well…" I step in the Common Room and pretend to be looking around surprised to avoid answering.
"I'm waiting." He pats his foot on the floor impatiently and crossed his arms.
"You see when I found out you had shoved him down the stairs I was planning to assassin you." I say earnestly. He nods and sits down on the couch.
"But before that I went to see him in the infirmary." Not that he really had to go to Madame Pomfrey though. He wasn't that hurt.
"I was so mad I just kept going on about how you were such an idiot." I pause again. I'm really not sure if I should go on. Damn I knew I shouldn't be saying this story.
"And eve though he said it was no big deal, I had to ask why it had happened." Malfoy stirs a little in his seat and looks at his feet.
"What did he say?" The blonde asks slowly, carefully observing the atmosphere.
"He said you had a… 'thing' for me but I had better stay away from you." Still the blonde doesn't look at me. He simply stares down clenching his fists.
"Naturally I asked why did I have to stay away." I bit my lower lip and curse inwards. I wonder how Malfoy is going to take this.
"And he said you were an evil bastard just like your father." The boy standing across he lowers his head even more. Now his silver blonde hair fall on his eyes covering them up and a dark kind of aura surrounds him.
Or maybe it's just me.
"So I broke up with him. Then and there." I finish my story hurriedly, praying to Merlin he doesn't ask for further explanation.
His head snaps up and I meet with a pair of stormy gray eyes. Wha-! What happened now?
"I don't-…" His voice faltered as he was too absorbed undressing me with his eyes. In a non-dirty way, if that's in fact possible for him.
"I don't get it." He finally confesses defeated.
"You've heard of my dad haven't you?" I ask innocently.
"He hates mine so yeah…" He messes his hair obviously weirded-out by this question.
"He does that's right. And up till I was twelve I always thought I should hate you too. All of you. Cause that's what he did." I send a small smile his way.
"But I swear I will never forget that day he came back from work totally fuming because apparently someone had attacked your mother to get revenge." Seriously he was yelling so loud Uncle-Harry had to place a silencing charm around the room to not wake up Hugo.
"'A family is a family.' He was saying. 'It doesn't matter what a person has done, you never should hurt his family for his crimes. Especially when those people have done nothing wrong." And after that day it's never crossed my mind be so obnoxious as to hold a grudge to a person who's done nothing wrong to me because of his family name.
"Since those are my principles I could do nothing but break up with him that day." I close up with a faint smile.
"I see." He lays back on the couch tired. Then he closes his eyes and sighs deeply.
"What are you getting all depressed about?" I don't get it. Wasn't he supposed to be satisfied by what I just said?
"Nothing. I just realized." He barely raises his eyelids to direct a glance at me before closing them again.
"The reason you hate me is not my name after all. It's my acts." I gape at him profoundly.
"It took you almost seven years to realize that?" I shake my head defeated. He's a lost case.
Malfoy shrugs and opens his arms wide, lying on the couch in both his sides, making a cross.
"Am I that big of a screw-up?" He whispers in such a thick voice that I count to ten before my brain recovers.
"I don't think so." That's the most honest answer I can give to him.
"Then why do we bicker so much?" If I hadn't heard his voice and hadn't seen his lips moving I'd swear he was frozen.
"Cause it's fun. It's a thrill." I throw back at him quickly, processing my thoughts only after I've uttered them out loud.
Malfoy finally spares me a look of uncertainty. Yet slowly he seconds my opinion with a nod.
"So what else is a thrill?" He draws his arms to his torso and straightens up.
"What else…what do you mean?" I don't get what he's saying.
"What else thrills you?" He clears up and I raise both eyebrows in surprise. I mean… seriously now, he's not asking me what I like, right?
I wait for a second or two to see whether this is a joke but upon seeing his expression never faltering I make up my mind about deciding.
"Flying is a thrill." I start cautiously and he nods in agreement.
"Sundays in the summer are a thrill." I say thoughtfully.
"Sundays?" He leans forward with an interested gleam on his face.
"We all go to my grandparents' place on Sundays and when I say all I mean all. As in everyone in the family." I try to explain just how grand my family is.
"It's like this huge party. People are shouting from across the room, Fred and James are setting up pranks, Al is being a tyrant training Lily and Hugo into new tactics, Molly and Dom are talking about their love lives and I'm usually reading some book and keeping an eye on little Remus." I stop to catch my breath.
"Mom is talking to uncle-Percy about the Ministry and dad is quarreling with uncle-George and uncle-Harry about Quidditch." This time I am forced to pause. Because the blonde sitting on the couch is chuckling so hard he can no longer hear me.
"Sounds like fun. " He declares. "Keep going."
"Hm, reading is most certainly a thrill." I adapt a dreamy look thinking of my books and the stories and my favorite characters.
"Somehow I feel like agreeing." He smirks at me pointing a finger at the book I've given him before to enhance his 'good guy' act, which he has already finished.
I scratch my chin trying to think of more things I love when suddenly it hits me right on the face.
Doing this is a thrill.
It's a shock, indeed, but it is also a thrill.
My heart beats fast but not in a bad way and it makes me so impatient. I want to hear what he has to say. I hold my breath every time I finish my sentence, waiting for him to make a comment. And when he doesn't talk, but instead just smiles at me…
Merlin this is bad.
Time passes faster than I could have ever imagined and somehow, hours later, I cannot but point out that it is already midnight and we should go to bed.
Scorpius… yeah it's Scorpius from now on, agrees yawning.
"You go, I'll sleep here." He states.
"What? You don't mean I should… No way!" I cannot steal his bed again. That'd be too rude and I don't think I want us to fight because I acted rude.
"Go ahead! I'll be just great here." He pats the couch with his hand and I shake my head.
"You're like twice the size of this." I say incredulously.
"It's perfect for me." He lies down on the small couch and closes his eyes pretending to be asleep.
"Liar." I breath out but, having no choice, I march to his green and silver, soft mattress and wearing my pajamas I hide under the mint-smelling covers.
My eyelids close faster than the last time and not knowing how many hours I've been asleep I wake up by a low whispering hiss.
"Where is this bloody sweatshirt?" Says the hushed voice.
"Damn it I hate this trunk. No matter how many times I tidy it up it goes all messy again." Hah, it's Scorpius of course. But I don't get why he's whispering…
"And it makes such a sound when it opens up! If I keep this up she's gonna wake up soon." Oh! I see now.
"Ha! Found it. At last." I put a hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing.
"Now all I have to do is close that noisy piece of- Ow! Ouch, ouch, ouch…" I take a peek form under the covers only to come across a very stressed out blonde half-dressed up and grasping on his knee with a pained expression.
And that does it.
It cracks me up for good. It's-it's …so hilarious. Poor Slytherin hit his leg as he was trying to close the trunk. It's so much fun.
"How long have you been awake?" He hisses only half-seriosuly as he stands over my face next to the bed.
"A while." I mumble just a tad intimidated.
"So mean…" He clenches on his knee again and sits on the bed next to me.
"So where are you going to at eight in the morning on Sunday?" I ask smirking.
"To eat some breakfast." He shrugs.
I take a moment to think of it. Are we friends now or enemies?
Can one day really change things so much?
But then again it's not like we started talking yesterday. It's been sometime now that we had some friendly moments.
Besides Scorpius and I always talked. It was just in a more angry way than most conversations. And if bickering is still considered talking then we've been engulfed in conversations since first-year.
So perhaps this is not as abrupt as it seemed.
Yeah…
"Could you wait for me?" I pile up all my Gryffindor courage and ask.
"Fine but if there's only one share of omelet left I'm having it." He nods and leaves the room as I begin to wonder when exactly he began eating like a normal human.
A/N: In a desperate attempt to post faster I haven't double checked it
So there are bound to be some mistakes that I will correct soon
Yet do comment, I beg of you!
Tell me if it was like you wanted it. Or if it was a bit too much.
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Have fun during summer time
Kisses
Sarah