Disclaimer: For the final time, Harry Potter is not mine!! Seriously, I'm not writing this any more!!
What Happened To Her?
Scorpius' P.O.V
I leant against the wall talking to Jason, when something caught my eye. The Gryffindor redhead was coming out of a nearby shop called 'Gladrags Wizardwear'. I knew the shop had recently updated their stocks. The robes had been replaced with muggle clothes because most wizards nowadays wore muggle clothes. Muggle minds were broadening and they seemed much more ready to believe in magic. And anyway, even I admit, muggle clothes are lot cooler than full length robes. Even traditional old Hogwarts now allowed us students to wear muggle clothes outside class. I looked at the redhead girl, trying to remember her name. Ah! Lily. That was her name. Lily Potter, daughter of the legendary Harry and Ginny Potter. Sister to James and Albus Potter. Looking carefully at her face, I realised that she looked rather confused and exasperated. It made me want to laugh, looking at her face. I watched her follow a beautiful girl with silvery-blonde hair which emitted a soft radiance into 'The Three Broomsticks'. I realised that the older girl had to be part-Veela. Only they had a beauty and hair like that. I felt a strange wish to follow them into the pub. I dismissed it as a feeling Veela inspired in men and boys alike. I also wanted to watch what Lily Potter would do next. She rather amused me. I had found it terribly funny that day when she burnt off Alisha Brown's hair. I couldn't laugh though, with Alisha beside me. You didn't want to ignite Alisha's rage. Only the Potter girl dared to do that. I wasn't exactly scared of the strawberry-blonde girl; I just didn't want to experience her fury. What was that quote? Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned.
"Hey Jason, lets go to "The Three Broomsticks". I want a butterbeer." Jason agreed to come. So I turned in the direction of the famous pub. I immediately had to sidestep a crowd of giggling girls, all wearing white T-shirts saying in black writing: I heart Scorpius, King of Seekers. Well actually it had a red heart in the place of the word and the King of Seekers part was in gold. As I walked past them, I gave them one of my trademark grins. They all swooned. One of them literally fainted. Man they love me, even if I do say so myself.
Jason and I walked into the pub. I deliberately chose a table from which I could watch Potter and the Veela-girl who I now recognised as our head girl who was called- Victoire Weasley. Jason clicked his fingers and the barmaid, Rosalind, came over. She was the daughter of Rosemerta, the previous barmaid. Rosalind was very pretty and curvy. She always wore bluey-green glittery high-heels and always looked good. Right now she wore a mutinous expression. She was probably about to hit Jason for his arrogance but then she realised she couldn't frighten customers away like that, so she swallowed her rage and asked for our order, still shooting death-glares towards my friend. Jason seemed oblivious to the apparent danger which threatened him. He was sitting back in his chair, relaxed. We both ordered butterbeers, and while we waited for them, I took a quick glance at the Potter's table. She was taking animatedly, waving her hands in the air. Weasley was watching her and smiling patronizingly. Our butterbeer arrived. The two girls still hadn't ordered. After a sip or two, I looked back at that table. Potter was sitting sullenly with her head in her hands. As she slowly became less interesting, I noticed that she was looking very different now. The top she was wearing showed off her flawless shoulders. The tight-fitting jeans showed off her slim, well-shaped legs. Her stunning red-hair was not pulled back into its usual tight ponytail. Instead it fell gracefully around her face, onto her shoulders, framing her pretty face. I shook my head forcefully. What stupid thoughts. Pretty, flawless, graceful, stunning; for a Gryffindor and a Potter. Gryffindor and Slytherin didn't go together. Neither did Malfoy and Potter. Besides, I didn't like her. She's just a random girl. A random mischievous teacher's pet. But still I couldn't help thinking, what happened to her? She's suddenly attractive.
AN: So? Do you think Scorpius is too unarrogant? I know he's Malfoy's son and I want him to be arrogant and everything, but how? Any suggestions? Please give all of them. REVIEW! Pwease?