Finals are over! So finally I have a new chapter. Sorry readers (if you're out there)… Harry Potter isn't mine

Scorpius woke up normally. He pushed his covers off and sat up in his four-poster, then pulled back the curtains he usually kept closed. Nobody was in the dorm, they had all gone to breakfast. He checked the time; it was 7:30, about an hour before his first class. He looked to the nightstand for his wand, but was met with a sight that surprised him. Was this another part of his crazy dream? He remembered screaming like a lunatic and going to the hospital wing in his nightmare, yet the sight that greeted him was just as weird.

On the nightstand he had remembered as cleared and empty was a box of Bertie Botts Every-Flavored Beans and a small stack of paper with a scribbled note on the top. Scorpius picked up the paper and deciphered the bad handwriting.

Hey S̶c̶o̶r̶p̶i̶u̶s̶ ̶S̶k̶o̶r̶r̶p̶y̶u̶s̶ ̶S̶k̶o̶r̶p̶e̶u̶s̶ . Scorpeus,

We know you missed Spanish so we duplicated Hasan's notes for you. Hope you are feeling better!

Dave, David, Hasan, Luke, and William

P.S. The password already changed. It's now 'Timone and Pumba'

He had to read the note five times before it computed in his brain. He was completely shocked; the boys in his dorm group had pretty much never communicated with him before (granted, he hadn't given them any reason to) and it seemed unbelievable.

Then, something hit him. He had missed spanish? "Hope you are feeling better"? Was his crazy dream real?

No way. It can't be.

He looked down at himself. Instead of just his boxers, he was fully clothed in a uniform that actually fit him.

Scorpius started panicking. He didn't know what to do. Should he just keep living like usual? Breathing deeply, he reached up and undid his pony tail (which was awkwardly shorter and had to be tied higher up on his head). Singed hair settled around his lips and his pointed Malfoy chin, which was pimpled from hair contact, was visible. He grabbed his completely fixed messenger bag and his wand, tightened his tie, and slunk out of the room. He continued to stealthily sneak down the stairs, through the common room, and out of the nondescript door (made to resemble a broom closet). Glancing around quickly, he stayed in the shadows, creeping towards the Great Hall to try and grab some food before his first class…

"MALFOY! Why aren't you responding to my notes!" He jerked around to see Rose Weasley racing towards him like a lioness coming after its prey, the distance between them closing rapidly. She was right in front of him in justa few seconds and he gulped as he noted how big she was; nearly six foot with broad shoulders and visible arm muscles. Also, her breasts… He smacked himself. What was he thinking!?

"Malfoy, stop hitting yourself! Friends reply to other friends' messages! I stayed up waiting for you to reply since the ink turned red when you read my first one, but you ignored me…", she frowned at him.

Scorpius' mouth moved but he couldn't find any words. Rose Weasley watched him with curious eyes.

"Hey, you don't have to say anything. Just come with me for breakfast— I'm starving!" she grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the Great Hall, walking down the middle of the corridor rather than hugging the sides. He tried to pull away, but she was already dragging him (a bit forcefully) and he ducked his head awkwardly whenever they passed other students, who all waved to Rose and greeted her with smiles.

When they finally reached the Great Hall, Rose Weasley relinquished his hand, but the awkward clammy warmth didn't leave it. She headed over to her own table, giving him a wave and a grin and a "see you in class!". Immediately, her friends scooted over for her and she was surrounded by a sea of Ravenclaws, only recognizable by her striking red hair. Scorpius hurried to the Hufflepuff table and hastily grabbed a mini-baguette and a banana, a luxurious breakfast he could only enjoy at Hogwarts, and then left to eat outside the english classroom. He hugged the walls as he walked there while looking at his feet and clutching his food nervously. Every shuffling footstep he took seemed to ring loudly and shake the walls like a thunderclap. Every breath seemed like it would alert the whole world of his presence. Things had never been this way before, and it was terrifying.

After finishing his food, he entered the classroom and sat in his usual spot. He closed his eyes and…

"Hey! I was here first!"

"Weasley, that is MY seat!"

Scorpius blinked, peered through his hair, and then nearly had a heart attack. Rose Weasley and TJ Lee were fighting over the empty seat next to him!

TJ quickly plopped down beside him, ending the discussion. Scorpius didn't know if he should feel relieved or scared for his life. What if TJ beat him up because he had discovered his method for cutting class?!

"Miss Weasley, sit down! There's an extra seat next to Mr. Yaxley," ordered Professor Lee as she swept into the room, her long skirt whooshing like a robe. Scorpius couldn't help but watch as Rose Weasley reluctantly sit in the seat next to Quinn and glare at him, her hostility to her rival written on her face plain as day. Quinn, on the other hand, seemed to brighten, straightening up and smirking at her. No doubt they would squabble at least once in the class. Scorpius was about to turn away when Quinn Yaxley looked straight at him. He couldn't avert his gaze as the other boy glared at him before turning back to taunt Rose about her hair.

What was that? Scorpius shook his head slightly and then turned away, determined to continue as he normally would in class.

At the end of the class, Scorpius tried to run out while remaining inconspicuous, afraid of a conversation with TJ. He was out of luck, however, because TJ was right on his heels. He grabbed his arm and pulled him into a deserted corridor.

"Hey. Don't tell anybody. Its just math and bio. And I completed both on my own two years ago… Spill a word and you're going to wish you had never been born!" he hissed, his voice angry yet desperate and his grip tight on Scorpius' arm. Scorpius nodded mutely; he had no idea what to do so he just stood there until TJ dropped his arm, looking thoughtful (or at least as thoughtful as he could look). Then, all of a sudden, he was alone in the hallway, more confused than before.

After lunch, Scorpius reluctantly made his way towards the gym adjacent to the quidditch pitch; he had physical education instead of dance that day. He was the last to arrive, and the professor, who was a short middle aged man built like the Incredible Hulk, handed him a uniform and told him to get changed in the Gryffindor quidditch locker room. Scorpius hurried into the locker room, which smelled like a mixture of febreeze and his grandmother's feet, carefully stripped off the nice uniform and folded it neatly, and then pulled on the black shorts and white shirt adorned with the Hogwarts emblem.

After putting his clothing on an empty bench, he rushed out of the room and joined the other students.

"Okay, students. We're having our mandatory physical exams today and Thursday. Your eyesight, hearing, height, and weight will be checked today. Push ups, sit ups, mile-run, and pull-ups next class. Boys go back to the Gryffindor locker room, girls to Slytherin."

Scorpius waited in line behind the thirteen other boys in the class to get his hearing checked by an extremely serious mediwizard with clipped and punctuated speech. The man waved his wand once and then told him, "Very good". Another flick of the wand for his height: 5'6", and one last swish for his weight: 125 lbs. Then, Scorpius sat down to take the vision test.

"Young man, pull your hair back." Scorpius froze. He realized that none of his classmates had remained in the room. He slowly took the rubber band off his wrist and pulled his hair back, cringing and fighting the instinct to run. The mediwizard frowned at him and then waved his wand. Immediately, dirt and pus from the clogged pores and pimples dotting his face literally was sucked out and then levitated into the nearest trashcan. Scorpius winced, for this was painful, but also felt surprisingly refreshed (and grossed out by the disgusting blob). He felt his skin healing. Scorpius couldn't help but marvel at the mediwizard's skill; it was common knowledge that medical related magic was very complex and difficult.

"Those probably hurt. There were quite a few infections. I strongly suggest you pull your hair back and wash your face diligently. Now, I will allow you to put the eye cover on your right eye," the mediwizard handed him a grey plastic eye cover. There had yet to be a good magical vision test due to the sensitivity of the yet, for Scorpius recognized it as the same thing he had used in muggle elementary school during school eye exams. He also knew what the mediwizard would say. He got through the first 6 lines easily, struggled with the seventh, and then…

"Read line 8"

"Sir… I can't," Scorpius mumbled.

"Young man, I believe your eye sight is slightly impaired. You are nearsighted. I presume you knew this already?"

Scorpius nodded glumly, knowing that lying would only end badly.

"You should get glasses," the mediwizard looked at him pointedly, and Scorpius felt himself going red with awkward embarrassment.

"I'm okay. Please don't notify anybody… I don't want my parents to know," he asked in a voice that was a little bigger than his usual small one. He had always gotten out of this situation before, but his heart was pounding the way it did every time as he tried to think of an excuse.

After all, Scorpius had always had bad results on eye exams. He had never told his parents and he was adamant that they did not find out. They could barely scrape by as it was. Glasses were too expensive.

Ack. Am I just writing plot and dialogue with no embellishment or moment building? Sometimes that's what it feels like… Anyway, that was my latest chapter. Yay for finally being productive!