Chapter Eighteen – How To Go On A Date With Scorpius Malfoy
Sorry for the wait :/ I went to visit my grandparents, and we didn't have any internet connection, but you didn't need to know that. So, as normal I own absolutely nothing except Gorilla.
Maman had offered to apparate me straight to the cinema, which I was grateful for due to several reasons.
Number One – When Dad had heard I was going out with The Egg, he frowned, and then offered to take me there, with a very evil glint in his eye.
Number Two – I would like to never meet The Egg's parents, because they sound horrible, even though they have apparently changed.
Number Three – Er... No, there is no Number Three.
So anyway, I was standing outside a cinema, feeling slightly dizzy, with Maman telling me she'd pick me up at eight.
"Dandy," I said. "Dandy Warhol."
"What?" Maman looked confused.
"Dandy Warhol. Like... Andy Warhol. The Muggle artist?"
Maman gave a tinkling laugh, though it was painfully obvious she had no clue what I was on about.
"Oh, here he comes! I'll go. Au revior, ma cherie!"
"Bye," I said, as she looked around furtively, and vanished.
Scorpius appeared at my shoulder.
"Hi," he said, shyly. "You look nice."
"Thanks. Um. So do you."
"So... What film are we seeing...?" I asked, when the silence had stretched between us and was getting increasingly awkward. Scorpius looked immensely relieved, and we went in, discussing it.
"D'you want any popcorn?" he asked, when we'd taken the escalator (is that what it's called?) up to the second floor.
"Um... Sure," I replied.
Scorpius went off to get some, and I sat down in a chair. Way to state the obvious. Way to keep on talking to myself. This isn't helping the situation. Quick! Analysis!
I am in a cinema with Scorpius Malfoy. ON A DATE!
I was saved from a complete mental breakdown by Scorpius' return. Well that's one sentence I never thought I'd say.
"Shall we go in? The film starts in a few minutes."
"Oh. Yeah, sure," I said.
I wish I could Apparate. And successfully perform the memory charm. Then I would modify The Egg's memory so he never asked me out, and disappear, and this whole situation would be so much less awkward.
We sat down in these very comfy seats, and Scorpius put the popcorn in-between us.
"So..." he said.
"What's your favourite colour?" I asked, randomly.
"Green," he grinned. "Yours?"
"Red, duh," I said.
(Oh my God, I'm joking with Scorpius Malfoy. ALERT THE PRESS! ASSEMBLE THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX! SAVE THE DOLPHINS!)
"Gryffindor."
"Slytherin."
We both laughed.
"OK... What's your favourite food?"
"Fried chicken," I said, immediately. "You don't get any better."
"I love fried chicken!" Scorpius said, eyes widening.
"You have good taste," I said, approvingly. "What's your... Favourite drink?"
"Um... Butterbeer. You?"
"Pumpkin juice."
"Good one."
Our conversation was now being held in whispers, because the adverts had started.
"Favourite class?" Scorpius murmured.
"Um..." I frowned. "Trans... No. Charms. Or DADA. Or Care of Magical Creatures."
"You're decisive," Scorpius smirked. "Mine'd be Potions."
There was a slight commotion from below as some latecomers crept in to the cinema, and sat down in the row behind us. We fell silent then. For a bit anyway. Scorpius leant over, and whispered;
"D'you still call me The Egg?"
"Yes," I whispered back, smiling. He stared at me, and I thought I'd insulted him.
Wait. Why do I care? We're arch enemies. Remember? Arch enemies who happen to be on a date.
"You have really nice eyes," he muttered.
"Thanks," I said, feeling myself going pink.
Stupid Weasley genes.
Wait... Hold the horses... He's leaning in. Eep! OK, keep calm – NO! What are you doing? You're not supposed to lean in too. DO NOT KISS HIM. IF YOU KISS HIM I WILL HURT YOU... I will hurt me...? I'm so confused.
"Lovely evening, isn't it?" a voice yelled from behind us, and a pair of feet stretched into the space between us. We both looked up (and I was NOT feeling disappointed, what are you ON about, you ma flobberworm?) and saw...
Wait for it.
Wait.
Wait.
Waaaaaait.
Most of my cousins and Louis sitting in the row directly behind us, beaming innocently at us.
"What a surprise seeing you two here!" James said, false cheerily. "Did you just happen to meet in the atrium and fancy seeing a movie together?"
Either side of him, Fred and Louis raised their eyebrows.
"What a surprise seeing you... eight here!" I said, mock brightly. "Did you just happen to meet in the very same cinema we were going to and fancied seeing a movie together?"
"So it was a plot!" Fred said. "You were going to turn our Dom against us, weren't you LittleWorm!"
"What? No!" Scorpius protested.
"I thought we called him The Egg," Lily said.
"I thought I called him The Egg," I said.
"No one calls him The Egg. Well, a few people do... This is not the point!" James hissed. "The point is you were consorting with the enemy!"
"How did you even find out I was gonna be here?" I asked, and then my gaze fell on my brother, who was looking slightly embarrassed.
"I heard Maman say it," he admitted.
"Louis William Weasley. Prepare to die."
"Why didn't you tell me you were going out with my cousin?" Al interrupted.
I figured he was talking to Scorpius... I hope he was talking to Scorpius or this is kinda incest-y and wrong.
"Maybe he didn't tell you, cos he knew this would happen?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
"I'm perfectly fine with you two going out!" Al said, looking astonished that I'd thought otherwise. "James just dragged me along cos he doesn't like the number seven."
A few of the other (Muggle) audience members were glowering in our direction, and we all dropped our voices.
"I cannot believe you're dating Scorpius Malfoy!" Fred hissed.
"I cannot believe you gatecrashed my date!" I hissed back.
"So it was a date!" Louis said, triumphantly.
"Why can't you date someone nice. Like..." James frowned, struggling to think of someone he wanted me to date. "Why can't you become a nun?"
I snorted.
"I am not having this conversation with you. Go away. I'm very cross."
"We paid to see this too!" Fred said. "We'll be here. Watching you."
I glared at them all, and turned round in my seat, fuming.
I am officially not ever talking to James, Lily, Fred, Roxi, Hugo, Molly, Lucy or Louis ever again.
Grrrr.
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