A/N: Hello again :) Here's chapter four, still in Scorpius' POV. Hopefully you'll enjoy it!

Not long after that day, that… date, as Lucy had called it, Scorpius woke up feeling very refreshed one morning. Only when he was having breakfast, he realised that that was actually a very unusual thing nowadays. He hadn't woken up refreshed in over three weeks. His nights had always been filled with restless dreams about Lucy. His sleep had been dreamless last night. He could also think clearly again. There was no vivid image of Lucy in his head anymore.

The potion must've stopped working.

Scorpius' heart almost stopped beating at that realisation, too. Should he tell Lucy? Should he stop seeing her altogether? He remembered how she had reacted when he had told her about this plan of his, and decided that he couldn't just do that. Besides, did he even want that?

No. He didn't want that. Sure, his mind wasn't constantly filled with thoughts about Lucy anymore, but when he did think about her, he felt happy. She had given him a chance, while so many other girls would've just laughed at him and gone on with their lives. They had so much in common that it was almost unbelievable. She had been so nice, so sweet every time they had met – she had even let him blind her because that made him more comfortable. Her flaming red hair might be a little too wild, but that was nothing he couldn't overcome. And her kiss – it still made him shudder. It had been beyond his expectations, his fantasies.

Maybe he would tell her. But he certainly wasn't going to stop seeing her.

"You mean, you think the potion stopped working?" Lucy sounded surprised as he told her this; apparently, she had expected him to just stop writing and seeing her.

"I'm pretty sure of that," Scorpius replied, happy that she had even agreed to meet up with him. He hadn't thought that she wanted to, after that kiss. She had fled inside rather quickly, after all.

"Then why are you still here?" she asked. Scorpius looked up from his drink to gaze at her. He couldn't see why his mother thought Lucy was such an ugly duckling; to him, she was little less than a beautiful swan. A red haired swan, but a swan nonetheless.

"Why wouldn't I be here?" he countered, and Lucy shook her head at him. "I still like you, just – not to the extent that I used to like you. I'm not obsessed with you anymore. But that doesn't mean that I want nothing to do with you anymore."

Now she smiled at him. "Thanks," she said, and Scorpius wasn't sure why she was thanking him. "I mean, I think I might – sort of like you too. So I'm glad you're not running away yet." She put her hands in front of her at the table. "That's what lots of blokes do. I mean, I know I'm not the most attractive girl on earth – my hair is a constant disaster, and my freckles aren't exactly pretty either. Add to that that I'm a bit of a workaholic, sometimes, well, that's not really a nice package. And as I said, I was just starting to like you."

She tried to pretend that this all didn't bother her, but her words still sounded a little bitter. Scorpius took her hands in his, marvelling over how small hers were. "I'm glad about that, Lucy. Really. And you're beautiful. Don't ever let someone tell you otherwise."

After sitting there for some time, Lucy sighed, smiled, and said, "Could you take me home, please?"

"Of course, Lucy," Scorpius said, smiling to himself (since she couldn't see him, still).

As they arrived at her flat, Lucy quickly opened the door, and before Scorpius knew what was happening, she pulled him inside. "Sorry," she whispered. "Am I being too straightforward?"

Maybe she was, but Scorpius didn't mind. He didn't mind at all. "No, it's fine," he assured her. "It's absolutely fine."

She proceeded to run her hand over his face, and when she found his mouth, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. It was even better than the previous time, perhaps because she was kissing him now. It was her idea; she really wanted this. Needless to say, Scorpius didn't have to think for long about a response.

As she pulled away from him, she smiled, and Scorpius grinned back. He was happy now, and he didn't think that anything could ruin that feeling today.

Somehow, they ended up on the couch. Kissing, of course; for anything else, it was much too early, and Lucy couldn't see nearly enough. After a while, they just sat there contently. Scorpius had his eyes closed and Lucy was leaning at his shoulder. It was almost perfect. Almost.

Feeling her move all of a sudden, Scorpius looked up and found Lucy staring at him with a bewildered and flabbergasted look in her eyes.

"Malfoy?" she almost choked. "Scorpius Malfoy?" Scorpius felt all the colour leave his face. How could he have forgotten about the time? "What are you – is this some kind of a joke?" Lucy looked very hurt now, which, in turn, hurt Scorpius.

"Lucy, no," he said quickly, grabbing both her hands. "It's not a joke, it's – my mother, she wanted to ruin you but I accidentally mixed up the cups that day, remember?" When she continued to just stare at him, he continued. "So I accidentally became obsessed with you and we wrote and everything – you were so nice and kind and sweet and – perfect – that I just can't stop liking you even though the potion isn't working anymore. I never meant to hurt you, and I'm sorry if I did."

She still wasn't answering. Scorpius, having never been exceptionally brave, took that as a sign to flee from her flat as quickly as he possibly could.

He had no idea where to go, and he had no idea how he ended up where he was now. It may have been a huge mistake to come here, but at least it was home. He knew this place, inside and out. He could hide and rest here for a day, perhaps two. Then he'd go back to St Mungo's to see if they had already replaced him or not. He'd start to go to work again and everything would be exactly as it had been before he had mixed up the cups of coffee.

Even though that comforted him at first, after only a minute, it started to depress him. Especially since that meant that he would never see Lucy again, and if he would, it would be very awkward and it was very likely that neither of them would speak with the other.

As he looked around the room, he did feel at home. He knew very well, though, that he had avoided this room, this house, as much as possible while he went to school.

"Scorpius!" He jumped at his mother's arrival.

"Mother!" he said, and he promptly stared right past her.

"What brings you here?" she asked sceptically. After all, she did know about Scorpius' aversion of the house and, in general, of the reputation the Malfoys had nowadays.

"I just wanted to come here for a change," he said. It wasn't completely untrue. His bed here was much more comfortable than the one in his flat and all he wanted to do now was sleep. Or rather, curl up under his blankets and die. From embarrassment, of course. And because his heart was broken. He felt stupid for only realising that so late.

"And why is that, Scorpius?" his mother asked, seeing right through him.

Without warning, Scorpius found himself telling his mother about accidentally mixing up the cups, becoming obsessed with Lucy as a result, not having worked in weeks, and her finding out who he was. During his explanation (or rather, his confession), his mother's face remained blank. Perhaps that was because he neglected to tell her that the potion had stopped working, but that certain feelings hadn't disappeared.

She shook her head in disbelief. "I knew you had screwed things up, Scorpius. The girl just continued her job the way she had before. But I didn't know you had screwed up this badly. Falling in love with a Weasley, Scorpius?" She shook her head again. "You should know that nothing good comes from that family. You'd better stay far away from them. Now, go to bed. I will take care of this situation."

Not fully grasping what his mother said, Scorpius only nodded and trudged up the stairs, to his old room. He could really do with some sleep.

A/N: Well, what did you think? :) Let me know, please review!