Okay so this one's really short and I'm sorry about that. But this is the last sort of transition-ish chapters (The last chapter was too), so I hope you like it. As always, thank you so much for the reviews, the kind words along with the advice. Every little thing helps. Cheers,
~Dani
Year 4
"Long live all the walls we crashed through"
"Oi, Weasley! You finish your Charms paper?"
I sighed inwardly, knowing that he already knew the answer. "Of course."
"Can I see it?"
I'd expected as much, and I turned to look at him, "Of course not. Do your own paper."
"Oh, c'mon, Rosie." Scorpius's lips were turned down in a pout, and he was giving off as much of a puppy-dog vibe as one could while still having a blinding arrogance radiating from every pore of their body. "At least help me do it then?"
"If I help you, will you stop bothering me?"
"Yes."
"Then fine," I said, "But only this once."
He smiled, "Meet me in the library after Potions, okay?" Without waiting for an answer, he winked and walked off.
What did I get myself into?
Potions was my last class of the day, so after stopping by Ravenclaw Tower to drop off my things, I headed down to the library. I couldn't find him at first, but after a few minutes of circling, I found him sitting in the very back of the room, sprawled across an impressive number of chairs.
His head was buried in a book, but when he heard me, he looked up and straightened himself, now taking up only a fortunate one chair. "Ah, there you are, Weasley," he said, "I was almost worried you weren't going to show up."
I rolled my eyes and sat across from him, "I really don't see why I need to be here though, Malfoy," I said, "You're second in our year. You can't possibly need help."
"Maybe not. But I am only second. And you're first, are you not?" he suggested, and I snorted.
"Is this your version of flattery so I'll help you more?"
He winked, "Well that depends on if it's working or not."
I made a shooing motion at him with my hand, but I couldn't help smiling a bit. "All right, get out your books."
As it turned out, Scorpius did not need my help at all. It wasn't entirely surprising, seeing as along with being naturally brilliant, his strive to beat me academically since day one at Hogwarts had propelled him to write almost flawless papers. I couldn't figure out why he had asked for my assistance.
We talked while he wrote, and seeing as he had excellent multitasking skills, the topics didn't stay on Charms for very long, give a side comment here or there.
Soon, we found ourselves talking about Quidditich, and our upcoming game against Gryffindor. "Hugo says he's going to knock you off your broom," I told him.
Scorpius didn't even look up, "How pleasant of him," he said, "How's he going to do that?"
"Bludger right at the back of your head." It was true. My brother had been joking of course- through Albus, Scorpius had become widely accepted into most of our family- and Scorpius knew, but he only shook his head.
"But that wouldn't do," he said, and before letting me ask why, he looked up at me and continued, "You'd miss me too much."
I snorted and rolled my eyes, "Naturally."
As the night went on, our topics drifted from Quidditch, to friends, teachers, the latest school drama; everything really. I felt myself smiling, in spite of myself, and laughing at his jokes. Without the embellishments and snide comments, Scorpius Malfoy seemed like, well, a person.
The library was deserted by the time he was finished his paper- which, mind you, other than a few helpful comments from me, he did entirely without help- and although I wouldn't say I was sad to leave, the night ending wasn't as much of a relief as I would have thought.
I watched him as he packed up his books. "You know, " I said, "When you're not completely full of yourself, you're alright, Malfoy."
He smiled, "Scorpius," he corrected.
"Scorpius." It felt foreign, repeating his name. His first name. But it wasn't entirely unwelcome.
Still smiling, he stood up, "Thanks again, Rose."
