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AN: Dun, dun, dun! It was hard for me to write this. =[

Chapter Nine

Scorpius slammed the door to the Slytherin Common Room open, and the portrait cussed him out. He stormed over to Albus, who was talking to some girl, and pushed him hard against the closest wall. "What did you say to her, Potter?"

"Who?" he asked, and Scorpius grabbed his shoulders, banging him against the wall again.

"You know bloody well who! Curly red hair, pretty blue eyes, is related to you, last name Weasley, Ravenclaw. Ring any bells?"

"Jane?"

Scorpius banged him against the wall with each word he said. "Rose, Rose, Rose."

"I simply told her the truth Malfoy."

"And what was that?"

"That you are only after one thing and after you get it, you'll throw her out like rubbish."

"Why the fuck would you say that? She was my friend, Potter!"

"She doesn't need to be friends with you. A murdering deatheater's grandson! He was Voldemort's very own right hand man!"

Scorpius let go of his shoulders and punched Albus square in the face. It took him a moment to recover, but Albus punched him back. Soon they were rolling around on the ground, punching and kicking and elbowing each other. "You made my cousin into your bitch, Malfoy! She changed because of you."

Scorpius hit him in the nose, and then the Scamander boy grabbed Scorpius, holding his arms behind his back. Albus got off the ground and started hitting him all over. His vision was getting pretty fuzzy but Scorpius could make out the shocked face of little Benny.

"Benny." he said, his voice so weak it scared him. "Go get someone."

The little boy ran, the shocked look still on his face, and Scorpius figured he'd just ran away. Oh well, Albus would get tired eventually. Soon, though, Professor McGonnagal came running into the room, followed by the head of Slytherin house, old Professor Slughorn.

When they saw the Professors, Albus stopped punching and the other boy dropped Scorpius on the floor. He couldn't really focus on what they were saying, but Albus looked at him and he could read his lips. "Obviously she doesn't want to be bothered with you Malfoy. Just leave her alone." Then Professor Slughorn escorted them out of the Common Room.

Benny knelt down beside him and he still had a shocked look on his face. "Do I look that terrible?"

"It just looks like it hurts." he said.

Professor McGonnagal helped him up to his feet and walked him to the Hospital Wing. "I find it hard to believe Mr. Potter would do something like that, Malfoy. What happened?"

"I started it. But only because he was talking about my grandfather, and about how I'd hurt Rose, and-"

"I see." she interjected, "I understand how the subject of your grandfather would be a sensitive one. I'm not quite sure what Miss Weasley has done but I will talk to her-"

"No! No, definitely don't do that! Don't tell Rose anything."

It seemed like every force was going against him that day. Just then Rose walked out of a room and headed for them. Maybe it was the tiny sliver of hope inside of him that she really did still like him, or maybe it was for real. Either way, she looked worried. He was sure he looked miserable; he felt miserable. He was hunched over, and the snail pace he was walking at seemed way to fast.

Scorpius waited for her to ask what happened, but she never did. She had a look of utter shock on her face that remained there until he'd passed her. He would have looked back at her but the pain that shot through him at even turning his neck a little made him want to cry. He glanced at the Professor from the corner out of the corner of his eye and wished it was Rose holding him up instead.

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"Four broken ribs, your hand is broken, collar bone fractured, and of course, all of those miserable bruises."

"Alright, now can you just fix them?"

Madame Pomfrey, or as Scorpius called her, Poppy, shook her head and poked his side. He jumped. "I have half a mind to leave you like this. Let you heal the muggle way."

"I swear, I will tell my father if you don't fix me this instant-"

"Save it Mr. Malfoy. You really are just like Draco! Always the whining little prat he was..."

The last thing he wanted was to be like his father. Ugh. "Just please, fix it Poppy."

The mediwitch left and came back with a tray full of various potions. She poured them all into a single flask and shook it a little. The steam that emitted from it did not look safe. Or appetizing.

"Drink." she said, handing the cup to him. He pouted and took it in his hand. He looked inside and saw a swirl of colorful liquids. It was bubbling.

Scorpius plugged his nose and downed the whole thing. Forcing himself to swallow was probably one of the hardest things he'd had to do. "Eh! Water, Poppy!"

She rolled her eyes and walked away again. "Just like your father." she muttered.

Scorpius groaned and looked at the window. He caught his relfection and cringed. "Poppy, can you get bruise remover, too? Concealment charm, something? Poppy?"

He looked towards the door and for a moment he thought it was Rose. Of course, it wasn't. "Violet."

She practically ran over to his bed and sat in the chair next to him. "You look miserable, Scorpy."

"Thank you. What are you doing here?"

"Visiting you, silly."

Scorpius sighed and tried looking at the ceiling. She waved her hand in front of his face. "We really need to talk, Scorpy. I love you-"

"Enough, Goyle." he hated when people tossed the phrase around. Telling someone you loved them wasn't a light thing to him. You just didn't say it unless you meant it.

Poppy came back and handed him the water. "About your bruises, Malfoy, they'll go away soon on their own."

"Thank you."

He took the cup of water and downed it in one gulp. "Violet, really. Thanks for coming and all but you can-"

Violet had grabbed his face and kissed him. Hard. First off, it was Violet. And he did not feel that way about her. Second, she was pretty much pressing every bruise on his face. He was shocked, well not really, it was Violet. But he was so shocked that he couldn't move. He looked over her shoulder, hoping Poppy would come in and pull her off of him. But he didn't see Poppy. He saw Rose.

Beautiful, sweet Rose. Holding a white flower in her hand and standing a few yards away. It was like slow motion when she dropped the flower to the ground. A fat tear rolled down her cheek and she started backing away towards the door. Scorpius remembered himself and pushed Violet away from him. "Rose!" he yelled, his voice cracking. "Rose, no, come back!"

She shook her head and turned around, running out the door. Violet turned around and looked at the door slamming closed. "You don't really like her, do you?"

"Leave." he said. "Get the fuck out of my face."

Violet scoffed in disbelief and pointed at the door. "You'd rather have that bundle of bones and hair? Over me?! We both know she's worthless, Scorpius! Really, I thought you had better taste than a stupid half-blooded pig!"

"I swear, Violet. If I had even a little less respect for women, I would smack you so hard across the face, your teeth would fly out of your mouth. If you ever talk about her that way ever again, I-I don't know what I'll do but it won't be fucking pretty. I never want to see your face again, Violet. Ever."

Violet got out of the seat and walked out the wing. "You'll regret this, Scorpius."

Scorpius frowned. He'd just kissed her. "Poppy, get me some more water!"

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Rose didn't make it very far, just to the outside of the door. She wad balled up on the floor, crying. When the door opened to the Hospital Wing, she wiped her eyes and looked up. It was Violet, with her head held high, a smug look on her face. Rose sniffed and Violet looked down, noticing her.

"Oh little Rosie! Would you like me to tell you what he said?"

Rose shook her head no, but Violet bent down towards her anyway. "He said that he didn't know what he was thinking ever dumping me. He said he could never love anyone as much as he love me, and that he only ever spoke to you out of boredom. He says you're very dull and he never really wanted to be your friend, anyway. Why would a pureblood want to be friends with a half-blood anyway. well, your blood-traiting family would, but that's just them. I don't blame you for trying, though. Scorpius is adorable. You just," Violet ruffled the top of Rose's head and rose was too upset to move. "not good enough for him. He needs a woman, Rosie. and you'll only ever be a little, innocent girl. And a disgusting Weasley."

Violet stood up straight and tilted her head back. She laughed. one of those annoying high-pitched laughs that sound so fake. She might as well have spit on Rose's face. "Tata, Rosie darling!"