Chapter 3:

Scorpius POV:

I don't know why I had followed Weasley that day. I didn't care what she thought. I didn't care that she looked like her whole world was slowly falling apart. I certainly didn't care that some part of me believed that I owed her somehow. I at least tried not to care. We weren't friends. We weren't exactly enemies either, but we definitely weren't friends. I don't know why I got up and followed her out the door when she ran out. I don't know why she was staring at me, and I wanted to find out. Maybe that was why I had followed her. I roamed the hallways for a bit, trying to find her, finally coming across the empty Muggle Studies classroom. I almost laughed as I put my hand on the doorknob. Being the cocky jerk I was; I had vowed to never set foot in this classroom on my first day of Hogwarts. Now here I was, going in just to find some girl I really didn't care about.

I turned the handle, finding Weasley leaning against a desk, shaking. She didn't see me yet, and the first thing I thought was that she was having a seizure. Why else would she be shaking uncontrollably without making a sound? She must not have realized how quiet she was because she was dead silent; so silent, it was scary. I stepped forward, and then, to my relief and terror, she looked at me.

Her eyes, normally the color of warm chocolate, were bloodshot, and crazed. Her lips trembled, but there were no tears. Was that even possible? To be crying when you're not really crying? She just looked at me, like I was some savior, and suddenly, I didn't know what to do. I was smooth with girls, I wouldn't deny it, and Weasley was attractive, I couldn't deny that either. However, I had never been confronted with a crying girl before. Feeling stupid, I said, "Are you okay?"

First answer that came to my mind was, "No, obviously she is not okay. Are you really that dumb?" My face reddened.

She sniffed, and opened her mouth as if to say something, but then closed it. She hung her head, and didn't look at me anymore.

I was starting to panic. What was I supposed to do now? Go down there and comfort her? I opened my mouth to say something, and then something spilled out I hadn't really meant to say.

"Why were you looking at me?" I instantly felt guilt, partly because I had forced the question on her, and partly because I wasn't making her feel better. Not that I had been trying to or anything, but I wasn't exactly helping the situation by asking her random questions.

She looked at me again, and croaked out, "I don't know."

I felt something wash over me. It felt like annoyance.

"Well," I trailed off, not knowing whether or not to keep going on about the staring thing, or whether to comfort her. "Well, what's wrong?"

She wouldn't answer me. I sighed, and took another step forward. I closed the door, and sat right next to her. Feeling awkward, I cleared my throat.

"I'm going to sit here until you tell me what's wrong, Weasley. I have plans for the day, so I hope you're not going to make me sit here with you all morning."

She sniffed again, turning her head towards mine.

"I'm going to keep talking too, because I tend to ramble when confronted with an awkward situation, and maybe it's just me, but this situation seems pretty damn awkward."

She laughed softly. I smiled slightly; at least I was getting some reaction out of her. Then her expression changed. Something pretty close to confusion I thought.

"Why do you care? We're not friends."

I thought about this. Why did I care? I'm not entirely sure. Maybe it was because she had been staring at me, or maybe because I was incredibly compassionate deep down inside.

"I don't know." I said. It seemed like that answer broke the ice, and suddenly Weasley was spilling her guts out to me. She told me the whole story, all about some guy named Robin and how he had dumped her earlier that year. I was surprised to actually find myself listening. Normally, things around me seemed so fake and surreal. Weasley was real, and her problems were silly, but real. I guess I was attracted to this because it was such a change.

I hadn't even realized how late it was getting, and when I looked down at my watch and saw the time, I practically jumped up from the ground.

"Shit." I muttered. I was supposed to meet Hayden on the Quidditch pitch about thirty minutes ago, and Hayden was not the most patient person I had ever met. I grabbed my wand, stuffed it in my pocket and started to run out the door.

I was almost halfway down the hallway when I remembered that Weasley was still in the room, and she had been having what seemed like an extremely heartfelt conversation with me. I stumbled back to the door and saw her looking up at me with those sad, brown eyes. Hurt was written across her face, and in that moment, I felt like a complete and total ass.

"I'm sorry, I have to go." I said quickly, hoping she wouldn't hex me for almost ditching her. In my defense, I did run back and apologize, which must count for something right?

"It's okay. We all have our sorry lives to get back to." She croaked out.

I smirked, and opened my mouth to say something else, when I felt a hand pull my collar from behind. Whipping around, I saw Hayden looking at me with an expression mixed with anger and annoyance.

"Mate, what has been taking you so long?" He asked.

I glanced over at Weasley, still huddled on the floor, and Hayden looked past me to see her better. Once he had gotten a clear look, he rolled his eyes.

"Don't tell me you were wasting your time with a blood traitor like her."

My face flushed again. Hayden had me on the spot. If I revealed that I had been spending time with Weasley, my whole bad-ass reputation would be ruined, and I had spent a solid six years building it up around this school.

I looked over at Weasley, who was looking at me like I was supposed to say something in her defense. Why? We weren't even friends, and I had never spoken to her before in my life. The whole conversation had been in the moment, and I made my decision.

"No way mate, you know how girls are." I said arrogantly. I felt something in me that may have been defined as guilt, but I pushed it out of my head for the moment, and was determined not to look at Weasley's face. Hayden scoffed.

"I know how girls work, man. Weasleys are a completely different story, now let's go."

I followed him down the hallway, and almost felt a twinge of regret somewhere in my stomach. I pushed it away. What did I care about Weasley? We weren't friends. Our families certainly weren't friends. So what if I feel like I owe her and every god damn person in their oversized family something? I pushed it all away, and vowed never to speak to Rose Weasley again.

A/N: So what do you think of Scorpius? *wiggles eyebrows suggestively* I might upload another chapter today since like I said before it's already typed in the beginning but I might edit the next chapter today instead. Thanks so much for the reviews and support I'm getting for this story! I might try to get pictures of the characters for you guys too but I'm not sure if that's something you'd like.

Until next chapter,

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