500 Days of Lily Pedals
Yay! A longer chapter. This story is moving quite fast. I'm proud of myself. Haha. Then again, the chapters are pretty short. Oh well. Enjoy. R&R? (:
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A little girl with a blue tie was waiting outside the Gryffindor common room. Her arms were crossed and she was tapping her foot impatiently. The door suddenly opened. A boy with black shaggy hair and green eyes stood at the door. He looked frustrated and annoyed.
"Finally," she said, rolling her eyes and walked inside the room.
"Hey, don't let her in. She's a Ravenclaw!" the portrait shouted.
"Oh, shut up, Fat lady," the girl retorted.
"Did she just call me fat?" the lady in the portrait screamed but the door slammed shut and the boy and the little girl were already gone before she go on any further.
"You gotta do something," the shaggy black-haired boy said. "It's Alice Flint all over again but worse. That little whore."
"Got it, Potter," she snapped. "Just take me to him."
Potter didn't say a word as he led the girl up to the Gryffindor seventh year boy's dormitory.
When she got up the dormitory, she sighed, annoyed. Scorpius was standing up next to his red-sheeted bed hitting his head against the bed post again and again and again and again.
"Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy," she said, slamming the door shut and folded her arms.
Scorpius jumped slightly. He looked over to the door and took an intake of breath. "Hero? What are you doing here?"
Hero had bleach blonde long hair that was put into pig tails. She was extremely short. At least a head and a half shorter than Potter, if not more so and was carrying a one-strap backpack that seemed to be filled with books. Hero grew up believing that most people were not worth her time and spent most of her nights and days with her older brother and his stupid friends, whom she didn't really like to begin with.
Hero was smart, yes, but she wasn't one of those know-it-all Ravenclaw students. She wasn't necessarily book-smart or spell-smart. She was life-smart. For such a young girl, she knew how to solve problems. Her dream is to be a therapist, because she believes she'd be really good at that. Hero's biggest pet peeve was when people pick their teeth in public. Disgusting.
The little girl, Hero, went over to the bed Scorpius was hitting his head against and plopped herself on it, taking her backpack off. "Two reasons. To make sure you didn't do anything stupid and to help you."
"Help me? You're like nine!" he said, annoyed, but sat down next to Hero anyway. Two boys sat on the bed across from his and clasped their hands together, expectantly.
"Eleven," she corrected with a glare in her eye. "Anyway. Just stay calm."
"I feel like I'm gonna die," he replied.
Hero rolled her eyes. "Well, we're off to a good start, aren't we?" she asked. She looked over at the two boys who avoided her eye contact. Hero started to shuffle into her backpack. "Drink this."
One of the boys leaned forward to see what she had pulled out. Scorpius took it and started to chug the bottle. "What's that?"
"One of dad's fire-whiskey bottles," she said, calmly.
"You're not supposed to be out past ten. What if Filch catches you?" Scorpius asked her.
"I never get caught. Don't get your panties in a twist, older brother. Just…tell us what happened."
Scorpius took a deep breath and closed his eyes, taking a sip of the bottle of fire-whiskey that Hero gave him. He kept drinking till Hero got annoyed. She took the bottle out of his hands and put it on the dresser next to her, then looked at Scorpius. Hero was not a patient girl.
"It was a great day. I thought it was a great day. We went to Hogsmeade together and had lunch. We even went to that joke store that her Uncle bought. Forgot the name of it. Then, we came back and played a little one on one Quidditch. When we finished, we were on our way to the Great Hall. I said that there was that Bulgaria vs. the Irish Quidditch game that summer and asked if she wanted to go. She asked if we could break up."
"Asked?" Hero asked.
"Yes."
"Well, what do you think, brother of the bride?" she asked, looking across the room at the shaggy black-haired boy, one of Scorpius's best friends. Albus Potter.
Albus Potter was awkwardly tall and skinny. He had shaggy black hair and green eyes. Unlike Harry Potter, he had no lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. He stuttered a lot and wasn't too smart or that athletic. He was not a star Quidditch player like his father and was constantly nervous and shy. He is usually extremely uncomfortable around Hero.
"You know. Uhm. The bride? What?"
Hero rolled her eyes. "It was just an expression. The way this kid thought about her anyway. You'd think they were married."
Scorpius rolled his eyes. "I would love some advice on this and not one of your cut-me-down science experiments."
Albus raised his eyes a bit. The boy next to him turned towards him. "Did she say anything to you, Albus?"
Frank Longbottom. Frank's father works as a professor at Hogwarts and they are very close. He is average height and weight. He had brown hair that was neat and came down to his ears. It was slightly curly, too. Frank was not as nervous and shy as Neville was. He was cocky and confident. He was relatively smart but his passion included potions, ironically. Frank's dream was to one day be known famous for creating a spell that is specifically for attacking vampires. Perhaps casting garlic or something. Frank was very superstitious and did not like vampires in the slightest. That and black cats.
"Not really but she's not home often and her go-to guy is always Lysander."
"Bet that git stole her from me," Scorpius muttered.
"He is not a git!" Frank spat, defensively. Frank, however much he doesn't wants to admit, has had a bit of a crush on Lysander ever since Lysander helped him perfect an Amortentia love potion for him. Lysander was two years older than him but was one of the N.E.W.T. students and was always in the Potions classroom. Plus, Lysander wanted to be a Potions professor in the near future so he was Slughorn's assistant, so to speak. Did not help Frank's obsession. Frank is a little bit gay. Okay, a lot gay. But only his friends know that.
"Well, did she say anything to you or did she just leave you high and dry?" Frank asked.
"She said she didn't think we were happy. I was happy," he grumbled, grabbing the bottle of fire-whiskey from the dresser.
"You know that's the only bottle I have for the rest of the semester, Scorpius," Hero whined.
Scorpius stared at her angrily. "You're nine. You're not allowed to have this stuff, anyway."
She rolled her eyes. "Eleven. Whatever. Maybe she was just in a bad mood."
"Yeah, like menopause," Frank suggested.
"Do you know anything about girls?" Hero said, glaring at him.
Frank widened his eyes and smirked. "Do you think I know anything about girls?" he asked.
"Menopause doesn't happen till you're old. I'm talking about P.M.S."
"How do you know what P.M.S. is?" Albus said, concerned.
"I know more than you boys do, apparently."
"Shut up!" Frank spat. "Finish your story, Scorpius. What happened after that? Oh, don't look at me like that, little twit!" he said, yelling at Hero.
The Breakup.
"You didn't see this coming?" Lily asked. Her hair was a dark shade of blue today. They were both standing next to a tree. Lily was looking at Scorpius. Scorpius was looking at the sky.
"I saw a beautiful night. A beautiful girl. A beautiful situation. I don't understand. Wh-why do you want us to break up?"
"Come on, we've been at each other's throats for weeks now. We're like Tom Riddle and Moaning Myrtle."
Scorpius looked at Lily like she was crazy. "Tom Riddle set a basilisk against Moaning Myrtle and killed her with its eyes. Come on. I mean, we don't always get along but that's every couple. I don't think I'm Tom sadistic though."
"No," she protested. "I'm Tom."
Scorpius squinted his eyebrows at her. "So, I'm Myrtle?"
Lily rolled her eyes. She grabbed his arm and pulled him down. "Come on. Let's just enjoy the night. It's hardly ever beautiful like this." She sat and looked at the sky with stars in her eyes. Scorpius sat there and stared at her, unenthused. "Oh, it's so pretty. Look! A shooting star. Oh, make a wish!" But Scorpius stood up and left towards Hogwarts. She opened her mouth but no words came out. Finally, she found her throat. "Wait, Scorp! Please. Come on. You're still my best-"
End of Breakup.
There was silence for a bit. Scorpius bit his lip and sighed. Not even Hero could think of anything to say.
"Bloody Hell," Albus muttered.
"That's rough," Frank said. "Hey, could I have some fire-whiskey?" But Scorpius just stared at him expressionless. "Just a question. Talk about it later," he said, raising his eyes a bit.
"You'll be fine. You're too good for her, anyway," Hero told him.
"I'm gonna kill myself."
"Or that," Frank smirked.
"You'll be fine," Hero assured him. "You're my favorite guy in the world. Don't take your life for such a bitch."
"Hey, that's my sister!" Albus protested.
"Yeah, yeah. Cry me a river."
"You shouldn't use words like that, Hero," Scorpius told her; his voice was a dull monotone.
Frank laughed. "Could you be less enthused?"
"Go suck a cock," he said, angrily. Frank raised his lower lip and shrugged. Can't say not to that, could he? "Oh, shut up."
"Look, man," Albus said, putting himself in between Scorpius and Hero. Something Hero did not like. He put his arm around Scorpius and gently took the fire-whiskey out of Scorpius's hand and gave it to Hero. Frank, afterwards, reached out his hand and took the fire-whiskey out of Hero's hand, while Hero glared at him. "There's more fish in the sea, okay?"
"No, there's not," he said, miserably.
"Oh my god," Hero rolled her eyes.
"I'm a bloody merman and that was the only fish I found." He looked to Hero and sighed. "Sorry. It's just she was the only fish worth fishing for."
Hero, Frank, and Albus exchange looks of mutual worry and look at Scorpius, who regrettably downs another drink of fire-whiskey as Frank hands it to him.