Author's Note ~

Okay, second chapter up! And this one is from Scorpius' point of view and his take on Rose Weasley and others, like Lily Luna Potter.

So, seeing as I'm a girl and have no idea how the male mind works, I took a shot and I hope its not too bad. A bit odd for me, writing about girls like that but whatever haha. I really hope I didn't do too horribly on this chapter, so...please review and tell me your thoughts? I appreciate it, thanks!

I'm doing my best to portray Scorpius as a bad boy, but I'm thinking the thoughts inside his head aren't really working out that way. But that's inside his head, right? So when we finally get to the story telling, the way he acts to other people and talks will probably be different.

Ice Reader129 - Thanks for the suggestion and reviewing! I think I'm going to go along with what you suggested... This will be the last chapter before the real story starts with Chapter 3 :)

The Secrets, Lies, and Notes of Rose Weasley

Chapter 2 ~ Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy

Now, I try my best to be a decent, fair, accepting guy in this world. I really do. I'm not prejudiced like my pureblood fanatic grandfather Lucius Malfoy, or like half of my house – Slytherin. I try to give everyone a chance – really, I do. Of course, I don't go out of my way to be friends with every damn student that I come across at Hogwarts, but I don't treat them like dirt if they're a muggleborn; I don't act like I'm above the rest of the student body just because I'm a bloody Slytherin (which really isn't a good reason anyway, especially considering the war…)

But there is always that one exception.

Rose flaming Weasley.

Merlin, that girl needs to stop getting her knickers in a twist whenever I make a mistake. Just because I forgot to meet her for our patrols, doesn't mean she has to scream at me for ten minutes in front of the whole bloody school. I swear, by the time I'm twenty, I'm going to need that weird contraption wrinkly muggles use to hear better… Listening aid, right? But I don't see what her problem is anyway. It wouldn't have made a difference if I were there or not. We never talk when we have to patrol together, unless she's pointing out my many flaws or I'm merrily commenting on what stuck-up bitch she is. Other than that, we try to pretend like the other isn't there. It helps our blood pressure.

It's a shame she's so annoying, or else I definitely would be trying to get into her pants. I mean, really, there's no sane, straight guy that hasn't once fantasized about her. She certainly is easy on the eyes. Of course, that bushy hair of hers kind of ruins the effect of her slender body, long legs that seem to go on forever, her big cobalt eyes, those curves that must have been sculpted by the gods… But other than that, every guy at Hogwarts (maybe some of the younger professors but that would just be sick and disgusting) thinks she's a sex goddess.

But I despise her very existence (well, the irritating part that is) so that's a no-go.

What a shame.

Alas, there are plenty of other beauties in this school (especially Miss Scarlett Wood, Ravenclaw's number one whore) so I guess that can make up for my loss.

I guess sometimes I do regret the way I treated her that first day I met her… As much as I hate to admit it, it really was my own fault she ended up knocking me out cold in the compartment. The way I was talking to her… It's no wonder she hates my guts.

I was such a foul, prejudiced boy back then, not yet realizing I didn't have to be like my father, let alone my grandfather. If I had known I could be who I wanted to be without giving damn what my father thought when I was young, maybe I could have been the first to stop the bad blood between the Weasley's and Malfoy's. But no. I was scared of my father (and still am but not as much) then, scared of what he might think if his only son was fraternizing with Weasley's only daughter. I could only imagine the fury on his face – a Howler from him and my grandfather would be nothing compared to what I would have to deal with when I returned for the holidays.

He is also the reason I'm a Slytherin. Nobody was surprised when the hat sorted me into that deranged house, including myself. In fact, I even begged the hat to put me in that house. And it, fortunately, obliged, muttering something about not breaking family tradition and being too scared to be a Gryffindor anyways. I didn't mind those words then – I was just relieved to be sitting at the table full of snake-like inhibiters and already doing what I could to please my father – but in Second Year, when I remembered the hat's words, they stung me a little, and I felt like a coward. But I guess that's another reason why I was sorted as a Slytherin – its where all the slithery cowards hide.

I really don't know why McGonagall bothered making me a Prefect. I break practically every rule there is, I drink almost twenty-four-seven and get drunk every weekend, I smoke and don't care if I get caught or not, and I don't even get good grades (Defense Against the Dark Arts being the only exception – ironic, right?) I'm beginning to think she's off her rocker. Really – just last week she gave Weasley and me detention – together. And she was surprised to find, instead of polished trophies in the Trophy Room, trophies scattered around the room and broken glass shards everywhere. (Needless to say, this resulted in another week of detention cleaning every bathroom in the school without magic – together. When would she ever learn?) And by the end of that detention (that had to be the scariest week of my life, I think – she may be a Weasley and a girl, but, damn, she is terrifying when she's angry), I had several bruises and scratches all over my body (usually, I can say these are from fights I get into with other dudes – but, thanks to Weasel over here, whenever someone asks what happened, I have to tell them I got beat up by a girl.) Most of them from her 'accidentally' kicking the bucket full of water at my face.

She's a lunatic, I tell you.

And do you know who's nearly just as crazy?

Lo and behold! Her very own cousin, Lily Potter.

Oh, don't forget to add the second. She nearly threw a fit in her first year when they called her name to be sorted and didn't add the second at the end.

But, yes, she is also just as insane as her cousin (who is in love with me sadly… She has a fucking boyfriend, yet she flirts shamelessly with me whenever she gets the chance). I wonder if all gingers are like that – bloody annoying, crazy, sexy, dangerous, violent (did I mention Weasley punched me in the first year?!), stuck up, etcetera. They walk around this place like they own the flaming own the school! And then Carrot Top I (Weasley) has the nerve to tell me that I, Scorpius Malfoy, walk around Hogwarts like a pompous git like I own the bloody place!

What the fuck?

I don't even talk! (Well, I do, just not as much as normal, annoying teenagers do – actually, I prefer action to talking.)

And that little characteristic of mine certainly has its appeal to the ladies… I guess they like the 'bad-boy' vibe. And for me, that really isn't that hard – what with the dangerous, dark arts background; underage drinking nearly twenty-four-seven (plus smoking without giving a damn if someone catches me); the silent, brooding air that follows me wherever I go… Damn, I sound pretty delicious, don't I? No wonder they can't keep their hands off me…

With one exception of course (and it's not like I'm complaining – believe me, I am more than happy.)

Rose Weasley.

Full circle. Everything always comes back to Weasley.

I really wish she would just leave me the hell alone. I don't want my last year to be remembered with her contemptuous glares and callous insults… Aw, hell… Why, McGonagall, why?! She's a bloody sadist, I tell you…