AN: Probably should have written an AN on the first chapter. Whoops. Sorry guys. Anyway, thanks for reviewing, favoriting, alerting, and even viewing! It really does mean a lot and motivates me to write more. If you have any ideas or requests for an event to happen, feel free to PM or comment it in. I'm all for it, as long as it's not crazy...
To Min0r Details - I added another sentence for clarification about the Amortentia thing. The potions mentioned in the books/movies, but it's not delved into and the ingredients and/or side effects are not listed, so I made that up myself. Thanks for the recommendation though, and I'm glad you liked Scorpius' character.
To Han & Guest - First off, Han, I love your name. Really, it's amazing. (Do you mind if I use it for a story? I'll totally mention you in the dedication) Secondly, I am so absolutely glad that you both love Scorpius' character. It was kind of top-of-the head thing, as I thought of the title (down to the backwards K) before I thought of a plot. From there, I just kinda wrote. Scorpius ended up sounding really arrogant by the second paragraph or so, so I went and added arrogance to the first paragraph and went on writing like that for the rest. I'm so glad you liked it, I was a little bit worried that I'd get hate for (somewhat) trashing Scorpius' character. Glad I didn't.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the story and I am so sorry for the long Author's note. You don't have to read if you don't want to. Oh! I need a disclaimer- I'm not JK Rowling and I don't own Harry Potter. (If I ever become a world famous author and my book has a fanfiction category on here I am so claiming it and watching everyone freak. Maybe I'll post Alternate endings or drafts of the book...)
For the next few days, Al would not shut up about it. He'd told Frank and Carter, both of whom could not keep their mouths shut. Carter had even sighed, clucking his tongue and telling me he wished he'd been there to see it and snap a picture of it. I'd promptly shoved him to the floor and called him Creevey for the first time in my life. Frank Longbottom on the other hand, had just laughed, telling me that "it was about time," well, he was as crazy as his grandfather had been. The two barmy idiots really believed Al- as if I, Scorpius bloody Malfoy, could ever like a girl who wasn't perfect. Rosie was not perfect, in fact, she was the farthest thing from perfect I knew. Flaws were imperfections, and imperfections tarnished any perfectness a person had the potential to have. Rosie's flaws, as minuscule as they were, built up to create a very imperfect image. My lack of flaws were the reason I was perfect, unlike my peers. And the great Scorpius Malfoy would never be pulled down to less than perfection by dating someone beneath him or god forbid- sucumming to the ever-temptational thing known as feelings. It was a known fact- even the teachers had it engraved in their brains.
After a strong reprimanding in Potions (the first in my entire life) and a not-so-deserved detention, I'd brushed off the punishment, saying that the teacher was just in a bad mood and it wasn't my fault at all- because it wasn't. Rosie should have called out when I knocked- or better yet, she should have locked the bloody door! Maybe then, I wouldn't have detention. Regardless, I sat in the Head's Common Room playing Wizard's Chess with Al, whom I had given the password to the Head's dormitories to, with Rosie's permission of course. "Bishop to 4A." Al says, grinning like he knows he's going to win. He always has that same look- and yet, I am the one who always wins. You could say I'm smarter than him, because really, I am.
"Knight to 4A." My night knocks over Al's bishop as he curses. The game isn't over yet, but soon it will be.
"Knight to 8B." Al says, his ever-present grin back on once again.
"Pawn to 6A." I say, just as Rosie walks into the Common Room, wild locks flying out behind her.
"I can't believe her! That bloody tart thinks that she can call me out for something I didn't even do! That witch!" Rosie vents, scrunching up her nose in a way that really shouldn't be cute but really is.
"What are you talking about Rosie?" I grin involuntarily, turning my attention from the chess game to Rosie.
"Professor Cromwell is what bloody happened! She gave me a detention for no reason whatsoever!" Rose vented, waving her hands around dramatically.
"Bishop to 8C." Al cuts in.
"8A to King, er, King to 8E." I correct myself, not bothering to look at Al and instead, keeping my attention on Rosie, "So what didn't you do?" I ask, studying her frustrated features. How is it possible to look cute when you're angry?
Rosie smiled sheepishly, "I may or may not have taken a quick peek in the Restricted section- but only because I really wanted to know about Andromeda Kane! I do not believe that it's her that murdered the O'Malleys, her husband obviously did it because Andromeda had an affair with Nicholas O'Malley and was jealous."
"Pawn to 8E." Al shrieks delightedly.
I raise an eyebrow at Rosie, tilting my head toward Rosie and making the crazy gesture with my finger. She laughs, and I grin. "Knight to 4B. Well, Rosie, I happen to have detention with Cromwell as well, so I'll be seeing you there."
"I forgot about that!" Rosie laughs again, "What even happened-"
"PAWN TO 8F! PAWN TO 8F! CHECKMATE! CHECKMATE! CHECKMATE!" Al screams, jumping out of his seat and almost flipping over the board. I stare at the board in surprise, and sure enough, Al's mere pawn has wiped out my Queen.
"No fair, I was distra-" I flush, cutting off my sentence. Whoops, that would be admitting a non-existent flaw in the focus of my attention.
"Thank god you walked in Rosie," Al says cheerily, "You're quite sufficient at distracting Scor it seems, first Potion, now Wizard's Chess, one might think he even-"
"I am going to kill you Al!" I push his chair backwards and it hits the ground. He rolls off of it laughing on the floor.
"Potions?" Rosie asks shyly, blushing. Oh. Oh no. She does not look cute when she blushes, no, not one bit, not at all- "Scor, focus- potions?" She asks again.
"I- um, I m-mean, w-well-" I stutter. Someone please help me. I'm bloody stuttering. What's wrong with me? Wait- there's nothing wrong with me, I'm Scorpius Malfoy, and-
Al cracks up again, "Merlin's beard Scor-" I flush red, and he turns to Rosie, "This git here got distracted and added too much Dittany to the potion."
"Shut up!" I say again, my face probably gaining even more of a semblance to the color of beetroot.
"Nah, I'm good." Al grins, "And do you know why he got distracted Rosie? No? Well, I'll tell you. He-" I whip out my wand and cast Silencio on him, rendering my best friend unable to make any noise. I know he's not good at silent spells so it'll take him a while to get out of it.
"But I want to know." Rosie says, pointing her wand at Al, "And you know that I can fix him."
I roll my eyes, because I know she's right, "I got distracted because of you, okay? Now just fix him and kick him out, okay?" I turn on my heel and march up the stairs to my dormitory, closing the door behind me and flopping down on my bed, spread eagle. This temptation thing is plaguing me big time. But I'd overcome it. I'd fix it, just as I always did. My perfect image wasn't tainted yet- it wouldn't be tainted until these feelings were permanent. Until my focus wasn't permanently distracted. Then I'd be officially imperfect. All I had to do to retain my perfectness was ignore the temptation and get over it before it got worse and became permanent. I groaned, rolling over and squashing my face into my pillow. And I'd thought being a Head would be the hardest thing Seventh year.