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REVIEW: Hermione and Ron's children: Rose and Hugo | Bill and Fleur's: Louis, Victoire, and Dominique | George and Angelina's: Fred II and Roxanne | Harry and Ginny: Albus Severus, James Sirius, and Lily Luna | Luna Lovegood and Scamander's children: Lorcan and Lysander | Neville and Hannah's: Alice (non-canon) | Mark Goyle is obviously Goyle's son | Blaise Zabini and Daphne Greengrass: Blake Zabini |

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CHAPTER V: Through a Banana's eyes

Scorpius Malfoy stared at the window of the train, almost passively, and half-way to a daze. But a sudden thought of a certain red-head looking at the same view came to mind and he shook his head to shoo away that disturbingly random thought.

Suddenly looking for something else to distract him, his attention was caught by one of his two companions in the train compartment. It was Mark Goyle, a chubby and gruff-looking boy he grew up with.

"Hey, Scorpius." The other boy said as he caught his stare. He held up two different flavors of jumping bean candy. "Which do you think would be tastier?"

"Drop them on the floor, and the first one to reach the ground is better." Another boy jokingly said. Blake Zabini, his name was. He was the son of Blaise Zabini and Daphne Greengrass, making him and Scorpius first-degree cousins.

Scorpius just stared at them and shrugged. Mark and Blake were the only two friends he had, and he had gotten used to their… oddness.

"Follow your gut." He replied, as he always had, and Goyle just nodded in assent. He just asked these things because he wanted some attention so, in reality, his questions were basically rhetorical.

Mark delightedly licked both of the candies and ate them both.

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A few hours had passed and the train was finally put to a halt. Scorpius, being ever so 'patient', instructed the two that they should wait until everyone else had gotten out so that they wouldn't have to deal with the hassle of leaving the train with many annoying faces next to theirs.

This statement was only partly true, though. He simply wanted to minimize the attention on him. He was a narcissist in a way, but this fact only made sure that he did not like negatively prying eyes. He like to be stared at – but only if they're admiring. Not the stares that scornfully stated: 'He's a Malfoy!'

Scorpius got out of the train with poise just to find his two cronies – and many others – stared at a certain group of kids. He squinted his eyes slightly to get a better view – or rather, to make sure he wasn't seeing things. That's one very familiar red-head.

"What is everyone staring at?" He asked curiously as he eyed the monkey's beaming face. He mused that maybe it should be put on a museum because it was so… interesting.

"Those are the Potters, a Weasley, and friends." Zabini stated. Then he wondered if people would stare at his also-famous blonde friend.

Scorpius, on the other hand, froze.

'Weasley'

His father never said anything against them; Draco practically denied the red-head clan's existence. He just assumed that his father was competitive with her family when he told him not to lose on anything against her.

It was his grandfather Lucius, who was still particularly bitter about everything. The old man that taught him things—that it was really the Golden trio's fault that their family looked so bad

That they were the reason he was so miserable…

And that Scorpius should never EVER acquaint himself with any of them unless it was to bring them pain.

His grandfather so openly told him of his hate towards the huge family, and he as a kid believed him – especially since he had yet to see any flaw in his grandfather's reasoning. His mother knew this and always told him to see things through his own eyes, but one could never really escape other external influence – especially when it came from an extremely stern grandparent.

He felt even more annoyed at the red-head than he already was.

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And he was just getting more and more annoyed.

She was smiling like crazy. And those two boys who didn't even have any blood relation with her were acting a tad too close with her.

He glared at them involuntarily.

He immediately shifted positions and semi-hid himself when Rose felt his hostile stare. He didn't move as he saw that she was surveying around for the source. But she found him anyway. She raised an eyebrow in puzzlement but he didn't react the way his grandfather would have wanted to – or more precisely couldn't.

For a few moments that seemed to be a whole week, they stared at each other. Scorpius honestly didn't know what to feel. There are so many times she annoyed him, but he didn't hate her.

Should he?

Then, one of the twins who seemed to have an eternal cold touched her shoulder to gain her attention.

His eye twitched.

'Annoying Monkey'

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It was just his luck that the red-headed monkey was in front of him in line—right next to one of her… friends.

And then they started laughing out-of-nowhere getting him to sneer in irritation. She turned to him and he mockingly asked her what was so funny. She frowned and just replied to him an equally cynical reply.

It was like electricity passed through them—one that was hostile—and they ignored each other afterwards.

That was… until the other blonde told her he wanted to be housed with her, she smiled at him prettily, and he felt himself sneer… again.

When he was sorted into Slytherin, no one was surprised… except maybe the Monkey. But he was sure she wasn't surprised at where he was placed—what surprised her was his last name.

He frowned a bit at that.

It seemed that she was told to dislike him, too.

He ignored the annoying twinge inside him and shifted his gaze to his house which was, surprisingly, not as hostile to him or embarrassed on having him as he would have expected (thanks to his family's reputation and all) but he could still feel the degree of watchfulness, intrigue, and distaste in their stares.

He usually didn't mind, since he was used to it. He couldn't hate his family—how could he? He didn't think the gossip surrounding his family was unnatural, either.

It was why one of the few things he strove for the moment he realized it was possible to change how people saw you was to be great.

…to be great student and to lead his family back to greatness—minus the alliance with dark wizards, of course. He knew that by doing so, his family's name would eventually be cleaned.

And yet…, for some reason, he was still utterly irritated.

And the fact that she was housed with the boy-with-an-eternal-cold didn't help his mood at all.

Why was he so bothered by all of this anyway? He knew he's annoyed with the girl, but wherever she was housed was surely none of his business.

Scorpius sat on the Slytherin table and was greeted by his cousin and friend. He ignored the stares from his fellow housemates – some curious and some scared—and just watched her get seated to her new house. The monkey was immediately greeted by her three friends and a few other students – mostly upperclassmen. She smiled at the warm welcome she was having. He twitched unconsciously.

"Jealous?" Zabini whispered from behind earning himself a deadly glare from Scorpius. The blonde just scoffed at the craziness of the whole concept.

"As if. I don't need warm reception." He just managed to utter. It was true, he was used to all the hostility. He could always guard himself with the naturally confident attitude that he had. In any case, he was just determined to do well and prove to everyone that Malfoys were just as great as they were.

"I know that." came Blake's nonchalant reply. His eyebrows arched at his cousin's smug expression.

"Then why would you open it?"

"I'm not asking you if you're jealous of the warm welcome. I'm asking if you're jealous of that blonde over there who seemed to be getting most of Weasley's attention." Scorpius's eyes widened, but he managed to compose himself as he successfully pushed the possibility away.

"Are you sure you're just 11 years old?" He just whispered back in a cynical tone of voice.

"Last time I checked, yes."

"You're mad."

"…Am I?" He stated with an even more smug look on his face. Scorpius hated it. His parents did, too. They said they inherited it from his mother, since Blaise wasn't very smart to be an actual know-it-all.

"Yes." Scorpius firmly replied telling his cousin that he was not willing to push the topic any further. Blake just smirked.

"If you say so..."

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The night was continued as it always had – lively. Upperclassmen and freshmen introducing each other to everyone else, gluttons eating like no tomorrow, and 11-year old boys with irritating dirty-blonde hair flirting with an oblivious red-head.

Jealous? Why would he be jealous?

Well, those were the thoughts that he told himself in an attempt to actually enjoy his meal. But when his line of sight accidentally went to the Ravenclaw table, what he saw made him want to puke his food.

One of the students in her line lost his balance as he tried to reach his food causing a domino effect. It ended with Rose having gravy in her cheeks. What was shocking to him different levels was that one of the twins – whoever the freaking hell he was – literally licked the bloody gravy off her face!

Well no, not really. He just wiped it off with his thumb and then licked it. His thumb, anyway.

Rose just shrugged and continued with her eating. Scorpius winced.

'How the hell can she be so THICKED-SKINNED!' He yelled internally and clenched his fist getting Blake to notice.

"Those two friends are so close, huh?" he asked in feign innocence, and Scorpius knew he was actually asking 'And you say you weren't jealous?'

Jealous

Friends

He flinched involuntarily.

Did he, Scorpius Malfoy, want to be friends with that Red-head! And he was annoyed because they couldn't, now that he knew their families were supposed to hate each other.

No way.

No way he'd want to be friends with a W-Weas-Weasley. And a monkey at that!

No way. No way. NO WAY.

He did not want to be bloody friends with her. He hated her.

Yes, that's right.

He, Scorpius Malfoy hated Rose Weasley, just like it was supposed to be.

And he was determined to prove it.

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END OF CHAPTER V

Coming Soon
CHAPTER VI: Learning Awesomeness - Part 1
Classes began, and the chances to outdo one's rival was endless.

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