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Scorpius's POV:
I am a morning person, I always get up early and go for a run around the Quidditch pitch in Hogwarts or at the Malfoy Manor, my father had had a Quidditch pitch built when I turned seven, as a birthday present.
A Quidditch pitch as a birthday present? Yeah, I know. But we are the Malfoys. Fully loaded.
I really didn't need an alarm clock to wake me up but just as a precaution I always set mine at around 5.30 in the morning. You must think that I am insane. But ever since I was a child I have been a morning person. There was something relaxing and calming about the mornings, without which my day would be incomplete and horrible. I needed to breathe in the fresh air and for a minute, I would forget about everything, get lost in my own world. It was total bliss. And the best part was, I wouldn't have any company, nobody to annoy me, no gaggle of giggling girls around me. Nothing. Nobody. Just me and the Quidditch pitch. The rest of Hogwarts was too lazy to get up at 5.30 in the morning. Bless them.
This morning was no different. I got up at exactly 5.30, swung my broom over my shoulder and made my way to the Quidditch pitch. I couldn't do my routine in the winter, I tried once and I froze my balls off, never tried that again. I usually exercised indoors during the winter. It was a pain in the arse but it was better than nothing.
I walked into the Quidditch pitch and just stood there taking in the calm surroundings, breathing in the fresh air. This was my domain. I felt at home here. It was my happy place. I went about my usual routine, ten laps around the pitch on my broom, and five laps of jogging around the pitch, a few push ups and sit ups and more jogging. You can't just have a body like mine you know? It doesn't just appear, magically. I've been exercising this way for the past three years. And obviously, it has paid off.
By the time I was done it was 6.30; I lazed around the pitch for a few minutes and then headed back to the castle. I got back to my room and took a quick shower, came out and put on my uniform. My mother had bought almost ten pairs of uniforms because she thought that I wouldn't be bothered to send my robes for laundry and ironing. She thought that just because I was a boy I revelled in living in a pig sty and wearing unwashed clothes. Boy, is she wrong. I absolutely loathed any kind of a mess. My room is always spick and span. My books and closet organised immaculately, there was no part of my room which was messy. Not even my desk. I can't tolerate a mess; if I happen to see a mess anywhere, it takes me all the strength in my body to restrain myself from cleaning it up, immediately. That is why I avoid going into Alyra's room as much as possible. That's one place that you can describe as a pig sty. That girl. She drives me mad.
I decided to try and run a comb through my hair and try and control it. But nothing happened as I wrestled with it. It just wouldn't lie flat, it was incredibly like Albus's hair that way. Not even a magic potion would work on it. I shouldn't have even bothered with it. Sighing, I packed my bag with the books that I needed for the day, checked that I had done all our assigned work and walked out of my room. I wasn't a nerd, per se. I just wanted everything to be perfect. It was a need, not only a want. For me, everything is required to be perfect. No flaws.
I got down to the common room that I shared with Weasley and sat down, looking at my watch. It was 7. Just then my owl, Gus, arrived with The Daily Prophet. I opened it and was about to start reading, when I realised that Weasley still wasn't up. She definitely wasn't in the bathroom, I would have heard her in my room otherwise and I couldn't hear her moving around her room, now either. Oh Merlin, she hadn't still woken up? That girl.
Sighing, I walked up her stairs and knocked on her door. No reply. I started knocking again and she still didn't respond. Merlin, she was such a deep sleeper. I started banging on the door now; I couldn't keep doing this every day. It was so irritating.
"WEASLEY. UP. NOW," I yelled.
I heard a mumble, thank Merlin, she was at least close to being conscious.
"WEASLEY! MCGONAGALL WAS JUST HERE, SHE SAID THAT SHE WAS GOING TO TAKE YOUR HEAD GIRL BADGE AWAY," I yelled.
That ought to wake her up.
And I was right. I heard her get up with a start and hit her head on the head board; she opened the door with a bang and looked at me wildly.
"What? Why," she asked with widened eyes.
"I was kidding Weasley, you've slept in again, I was just trying to wake you up," I smirked.
She hit me across the head, " You idiot Malfoy, gave me a right scare. What the hell is wrong with you?"
"What else could I do Weasley? You should be thanking me, Sleeping Beauty, if I hadn't woken you up, you would be late again. Isn't one detention enough?" I smirked.
"Get lost Malfoy," she grumbled.
"And that's the thanks I get?" I asked, mocking being hurt.
"What do you want? An award? A thank-you-kiss?" she asked sarcastically.
"Well, If you insist, a thank-you-kiss would be nice," I said, jokingly.
She made her way to where I was standing and quickly pecked me on the cheek. Wait, what just happened? Was I dreaming? Did Weasley just kiss me? Woah.
That's when I noticed what she was wearing. The tiniest shorts in the world and the most revealing tank top ever. I couldn't help but stare.
"Eyes up here Malfoy," she said, pointing at her face.
"Don't flatter yourself Weasley, I was just looking at your room. What a mess. How did you bag the Head Girl position, again? With your organisation skills and neatness, anyone would be mad to offer you the position," I said. Pathetic excuse, I know. But at least I managed to change the topic.
"Oh shut up Malfoy."
She turned away and walked towards the bathroom door but paused with her hand on the knob and turned around, "Wait. How in the name of Merlin do you know about Sleeping Beauty?" she asked.
"Um, my mother used to read muggle fairy tales to Alyra when we were kids and I used to listen in sometimes," I said.
"Oh, that's interesting. Malfoy and muggle fairy tales. Wow." She laughed.
"Shut up Weasley. And get a move on, its 7.10," I said.
I went back down to the common room and started reading The Daily Prophet. Nothing interesting, why has the world been so boring lately?
Just then Weasley came down and took a seat next to me and grabbed the paper from me.
"Done so quickly?" I asked.
"Unlike the bimbos who keep you company Malfoy, I don't need much time to get ready, I don't put on layers and layers of make up, you see," she said.
I rolled my eyes, "Whatever. Has anyone ever taught you manners Weasley? That's my paper. I don't remember giving you permission to take it," I said.
"Get over it Malfoy," she grinned.
"Let's go. We're going to be late again otherwise," she said.
We walked towards the Great Hall.
"Hey Malfoy, I have an idea. How about you wake me up every day?" she asked, looking at me.
"How about not?" I asked.
"But please? Jenny used to wake me all the time, but seeing as we don't share the same dorm anymore, I need someone else to wake me up," she said.
"How about you use an alarm clock?" I asked.
"You think I haven't tried? They don't work!" she exclaimed.
"No," I said.
"Malfoy. Puhlease? With a cherry on top? Don't make me beg now," she said, pouting.
Now I can't possibly say no to that, can I?
"Okay okay, but what do I get in return?" I asked.
"Why do you want something in return? Can't you do a favour for a friend?" she asked.
"Weasley, since when are we friends? We can't stand each other remember? I can't stand your personality," I said.
"And I can't stand your presence. Good point. Okay, what do you want?" she asked me with narrowed eyes.
"And NO sexual favours Malfoy, don't even think about it," she said.
"As if Weasley. Have you looked into a mirror lately? You think I'll ask sexual favours from you? And anyway, I don't need to ask, I get them from girls anyway," I smirked.
"Arrogant git," she mumbled.
"What was that Weasley?" I asked.
"Nothing. I was just saying that you're the most amazing person ever", she said.
Uhuh, sure.
"Right. So here's what I want: every time you go to Hogsmeade, you get me whatever I ask for," I said.
"Fine." she said.
"Okay then, we have a deal," I said.
She smiled, I smiled.
We had a quick breakfast with Al, Jenny and Alex and all of us rushed to class. I don't know how or why we become a group. Al and I always avoided hanging out with Weasley and her pals, together, the three of them were unbearable and obviously they thought the same about Al and me.
First class was Transfiguration again. Merlin, I hate this class. I never beat Weasley in this class; she was always a step ahead. Just one step, but it always counted.
McGonagall introduced us to human Transfiguration and gave us an essay to write for home work and then dismissed us.
"Mr Malfoy, Ms Weasley, I hope you remember your detention's today. My office, today evening," she said.
"How can we forget, Professor?" I asked sarcastically.
"Of course we remember Professor," said Weasley.
Detention. On the very second day of school. Amazing. Don't get me wrong, I am not a detention virgin, like Weasley, I've had my fair share of detention thanks to my idiot of a best friend who always managed to get us into trouble. I had at least a minimum of ten detentions a year.
But this was going to be different. This one is going to be with Weasley.
It's going to be hell.
Merlin, help me.
I went to the Gryffindor common room with Al once classes got over. We were given piles and piles of home work. Our professors are slave drivers, i swear. I had an essay for Transfiguration, an essay for Charms, patronus practice for Defence Against the Dark Arts and some insanely difficult problems for Arithmancy. I have no idea how ill finish all this by tomorrow, guess I have to pull an all-nighter, already. This year is going to be terrible, what with the NEWTs, Head Boy duties and applying for jobs.
I started with patronus practice. We had a new Professor this year and she was amazing. Her name's Alison Schmidt and she is barely thirty. She was proving to be a lot of fun. She insisted on us calling her Professor Alison and she was extremely funny. Al already claimed to have a crush on her. Idiot. Conjuring a patronus wasn't really a big deal for Al and i. We had already conjured patronuses in our sixth year, just because we were bored one evening. It took us a while but now our patronuses are perfect. Mine's a lion, how typically Gryffindor, huh? And Al's is a stag, like his Dad and his Grand Dad. Al is a lot like his father. His eyes, his hair, his courage and his loyalty. Their similarities were uncanny.
We practiced our patronuses a couple of times and then went to the Library to look for books to help us with Charms and Transfiguration. It took us half an hour to find the books and we finally sat down to get a head start on our essays. I finished Transfiguration in an hour, it was such a pain in the arse. Al was slacking off as usual, he loathed essays and I had bully him into doing them all the time. I started doing me Charms essay but it was annoying as hell. I worked on it for a while and then gave up. I decided to do it later. It wasn't due till day after tomorrow, anyway. I then coerced Al into doing his essay and lazed about as he finally started his work.
He finished pretty quickly. And we then headed down to the kitchens. We ordered éclairs and Pumpkin Pasties and sat down to eat. Just as i started on my third éclair, Weasley came rushing into the kitchen.
"Malfoy, where the hell have you been? We have detention remember? I've been looking for you everywhere." She said.
"Oh fuck, let's go," I said, hurrying her out of the kitchen.
"Al, get the Charms essay done before I get back from detention," I said as I rushed out of the kitchen.
The lazy arse, I bet he wouldn't finish even a single paragraph.
Weasley and i ran to McGonagall's office and rushed up the staircase, once the Gargoyle accepted our password. Stupid thing, took its own sweet time.
"Good Evening Mr Malfoy, Ms Weasley, just on time I see. I have a lot of work for you to do today," she said, smiling.
Oh Merlin. It's going to be one long detention.
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