As luck would have it that questioning never got to start. Cue the entrance of one angry parent here.
The great Harry Potter has faced many tragic occurrences, yet the sight of me drinking with Scorpius Malfoy seemed to really make him snap. In fact, he looks like he's about to explode, and Scorpius is looking for means of escape. True Slytherin through and through that boy is.
"Lily Luna Potter, you do realize you are underage right making this whole ordeal illegal and drinking with him no less? Seriously, Lily use your head! If anyone else caught you two, this whole scandal would be in the newspaper. Is that what you want?" my father disappointedly exclaimed.
"With all due respect Mr. Potter, Lily wasn't drinking, and if you had looked a little closer you would have seen how the offending beverage is believe it or not in my hands. You know what they say when you assume things? Oh and Mr. Potter, no need to worry, I am of age making this whole, how did you say it, ordeal perfectly legal," Scorpius drawled with ease and too much confidence.
He proceeded to make his exit, but not before turning around, winking, and saying, "I'll be seeing you soon, Lils."
That my friends is Scorpius Malfoy defender of honor and charmer extraordinaire, and if I were in different company, I'd have started the swooning. No, I take that back, for I would never swoon over the actions of him ever. After all, I have Sean.
"Lily, let's go, and don't think you're off the hook. We'll talk more when we get home," my father said effectively bursting my bubble.
He went back inside probably in hopes of finding my mother in order to inform her of this incident. I follow him and sit back down at a table. My fun has now vanished.
Once again I examine the area, and this time I spy my parents having a rather intense looking discussion. I also see James sulking in the corner with Rose, and Albus dancing extremely close to the same pretty brunette that James was with earlier. I'd bet a hundred galleons on that whole situation ending in destruction.
Anyways, my eyes seem drawn to a rather tall specimen across the ballroom. His pale blonde hair, height, and chiseled features make him very difficult not to look at. Scorpius is just attractive, and I can admit that…just not to his face. I don't understand why he gives me the time of day, especially considering our age difference. He's a seventh year, and I'm a fifth year. Why would he talk to me when he has all of the seventh year girls and some boys fawning over him? After all, he's the Slytherin sex god, and me, well, I'm probably the only innocent Slytherin left.
He's dangerous, and well, Sean isn't. I haven't really seen Sean in awhile though. Before I could even start thinking about all the great things about Sean, a certain pair of gray eyes look directly at me. He raises his eyebrow, and I instantly know that he's caught me staring.
He smirks, walks up to me, holds out his hand, and says in his alluring voice, "Dance with me."
It's just like Scorpius to not even bother asking; he simply demands. Before I can argue, he grabs my hand and leads me to the dance floor. I seem to have no control over my feet, and my hands automatically go around his neck. His hands go around my waist, and we start to sway to an old slow song.
"So, do I get a thank you?" he questions with a little grin on his face.
He continues, "I mean I bravely stood up to daddy dearest to rescue you. I think I deserve a prize."
I roll my eyes and reply, "Consider being in my presence right now your prize."
He moves his lips close to my ear and whispers, "Now, that my dearest Lily is a wonderful prize, but you know, I think I deserve more."
His hands travel lower moving extremely close to my ass leaving me feeling slightly uncomfortable. I'll hide it though; two can play this game.
I lean in closer to him and allow my fingers to play with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Oh and what might that be?" I whisper, my face excruciatingly close to his.
He pushes me closer to him, his body envelopes mine, and he whispers, his lips touching my ear ever so slightly, "You know exactly what I want."
Now how on earth do I reply to that? I mean he can't possibly want me. He just loves to play this wretched game, and he's so infuriating and confusing that way.
My eyebrow furrows, and he knows I have no response.
He smirks and whispers, "Don't worry I'll get it soon enough. I always get what I want."
Yep and that my friends is how he leaves me, and if anyone has an idea on what the hell Scorpius Malfoy is playing at, then please inform me.