Scorpius growled under his breath, a very low sounding growl that he didn't even himself. Considering the Weasel didn't turn to look at him like he was insane, he doubted she had heard it either. 'Professor Riven' might just create a whole new dish of problems for him. To think that he had to sit with that ba... Scorpius calmed himself and did his best to go through the class without seeming agitated. Since he always seemed stern and demeaning, it wasn't all that hard to act normal. At least, he had acted normal for himself.
Class seemed to drag on for him, he had to sit next to such a know-it-all. She raised her hand for every question. He didn't say nearly every question, no he said every single merlin forsaken question. If he could, he's charm her hands to stay by her sides at all times instead of being afraid her hand might go up and actually hit him. He sat as far from her as he could, but you never really knew with this little dudder.
Even though he had wished dearly for the lesson to end quickly, he was also dreading the end. 'Professor Riven' , Rose Weasley, and him together alone in a room wasn't exactly the best idea in the world. Either way, he couldn't disobey a professor so he just sat back in seat, stretched out his legs and crossed them, then crossed his arms over his chest.
Miss Prime and Proper next to him sat with her back straight, hands folded, and leaning forward slightly. What was she thinking? That she was going to get praised? Pffft. She would learn soon enough that stuff like that doesn't really happen.
"Miss Weasley." Professor Riven began, moving around his desk where he had been looking over some papers of his. Honestly, he wouldn't doubt it was something completely inappropriate for a professor to have. "I understand that you know all the answers, but it's not necessary for you to raise your hand all the time. Have you ever thought that it might be the least bit intimidating for the other students? Or that the other students might think they don't need to answer because someone else already has their hand raised?'
Rose looked slightly shocked, but she hid it quickly. She seemed to think about it for a moment. Of course she hadn't thought about any of that. The little Ravenclaw didn't really care about all that. She was the great and power Rosetta Weasley, daughter of Ronald and Hermione Weasley. The two people who had helped the boy who lived, the greatest bloody wizard in this generation according to the Daily Prophet.
"I see... well here is a suggestion. Get out a piece of parchment and simply write the answers done, and don't do it with eagerness either. Do it slow and hope no one notices, because it can also intimidate people like Mr. Malfoy here." Professor Riven looked over at him and Scorpius kept his gaze steady and neutral. He wouldn't retaliate, that's what Professor Riven wanted. Rose seemed to crack a smile though, screw her. He looked away at the wall, some remains of an explosion of an idiot that had somehow gotten into advanced potions. She had been testing a theory and it had blown up in her face. Fat chance she'd end up being the potion's mistress she wanted to be.
"Now Mr. Malfoy." Scorpius didn't look at Professor Riven and the professor cleared his throat. "Mr. Malfoy." Scorpius looked over with a raised eyebrow. "Yes professor?" He asked in a sickening sweet voice.
Professor Riven narrowed his eyes. "None of that now, I'd hate to send you to detention now." Professor Riven leaned back on his desk and crossed his arms, staring steadily at him for a moment before continuing. "I know we don't have the greatest history but please respect me and my place here in Hogwarts. I've turned around, changed my ways, and I'm trying to make my life better." Scorpius didn't believe a word of it. Once a man went to the dark side, you could never come back out.
Scorpius just stared at Professor Riven for a moment, eyes baring into his before a slow smirk curved his lips. "So, your really trying to change? I think before you change, you should try tying up your loose ends or everything will unravel, don't you think?" Scorpius paused for a moment, only to let what he said sink in to the professor. Recognition light the professor's eyes so Scorpius continued. "You really wouldn't want me going to the Headmistress and telling her what kind of person you are do you?"
Fear flashed in Fabian Riven's eyes, and for a moment it was eight years in the past back when the trust Fabian had with Scorpius had shattered. He hadn't even fully understood then, what was going on. Now that he was old enough to understand...it sickened him. It was because Scorpius had never told anyone, not another soul, that Fabian had gotten the job here.
"I didn't think so. Now, we have some more classes that we have to attend to so we'll need a note from you to excuse us for being late." Scorpius stood and Professor Riven just narrowly stared at him.
"You wouldn't dare." The professor finally said, walking around his desk no doubt to write those notes for them.
Scorpius chuckled and crossed his own arms, his gaze darkening. "You willing to bet on that, professor?" He asked, almost having forgotten that Rose was even sitting there watching things with a mixture of fear, fascination,and fret in her eyes.
Professor Riven didn't answer, just took his quill and began to write their notes. He handed a note to Rose first, and she stood with a smile and took it. "Thank you professor." She murmured before gathering her stuff. She took her sweet time too, most likely trying to be noisy and listen in on everything she could.
Professor wrote his note with just as efficiently. Rose was at the door by then though, her hand on the door as the professor held out the note. Rose slowly opened it, and Scorpius took the note with a quick grab and turned on his heel to follow the red head out the door.
"I really am trying to change."
Scorpius laughed, and a new group of students, third years from Hufflepuff and Gryffindor began to file in. "Sure you are, Professor." He replied over his shoulder and slide between the door frame and the students rushing to get the best seats.
Scorpius couldn't see Rose anymore, most likely off to what ever class she had next. Good for her, she must have life so much easier than he did. Son of a Death Eater, he sort of understood the Professor's position. Of course, the Professor had done the crime but Scorpius hadn't done a thing to deserve the stares and whispers he had sometimes. He hadn't even been conceived then. Yet, here he was paying for it. It must have been the Headmistress trying to show people that just because your parents were evil doesn't mean your all bad, because in a million years he never would have expected to have become Head Boy.
Turning around the corner, he decided it might actually be an interesting year. He wasn't even sure anyone else noticed what was going on as much as he did. He was forbidden, mysterious, and a loner. He could notice anything from the way people could work hard and no one else would notice and to the way the head girl's lower lip had gotten plumper, or was he just trying to prolong his own torture of what he could never have?
It was about an hour before his rounds, but Scorpius needed some time with his comrades. He walked from dinner, his full stomach content now that it was fed, and descended into the darkness of the Slytherin Dungeons. He entered the room easily, muttering the password without stopping his stride and entering the room with all the arrogance of a king.
"Scorpius." Warren Davis greeted him, and Scorpius smiled back. An outcast like him, Warren's grandfather had also been a known death eater. The family Warren had been raised with had been large, and he would create a spectacle of himself using magic. The family had been with half blood wizards, so it wasn't a shock when a five year old would have snakes seeping from his clothes and scaring all the girls there. He was a flirt as well, he had no boundaries that people sometimes called the house division.
Scorpius walked over and noticed Russel McNair sitting there too. The Slytherin wasn't an outcast, but he wasn't popular either. Scorpius could tolerate him, but he didn't know the boy too well. Russel mostly kept to himself and didn't talk about life at home too much. He also didn't have any pictures of personal items around his bed. Russel would usually avoid any talk about his personal life as well. Much more of a reason not to trust him.
Warren and Russel had both been 'recruited' as well though, so it was like a small group of comrades there in a corner of the Slytherin Common Room. Russel cast a silencing charm to protect them from prying ears, and Scorpius knew what the subject of their conversation would be already. It was going to be about his weekend 'vacation'.
"Did you get to see his face?" Warren asked after a few moments of comfortable silence. Scorpius shook his head, clearly aggravated at this. As of yet, no one had seen the man's face, if it even was a man. This new dark lord was troublesome, and would only be an annoyance to the Malfoy name. Draco Malfoy had no desire to make his father's mistakes, and honestly Scorpius just wanted to go on with a normal life. Would that really happen? No, because there was always some evil lord wanting to take over the world that will try and ruin the peace that others tried to keep.
"I didn't, and we had talked for a good hour on what he needed me to do and not once did he ever really move from his position. He sounds sick though, what kind of dark lord is that?" Scorpius sneered, not impressed by this 'dark lord'. He certainly had a corrupt mind for it, but did he have the power and strength to pull this all off? Scorpius was a bit of a skeptic, and that part of him didn't believe that the dark lord really could.
"I wonder why he doesn't show his face, do you think he has facial disfigurement?" Warren asked, leaning forward with a grin on his face. Scorpius could almost tell that Warren had a million different reasons that the dark lord didn't show his face. Scorpius just chucked and shrugged.
"I don't think we'll be finding out anytime soon now will we?" Russel spoke out, lounging out on his leather chair. He stared at the ceiling and Scorpius wondered what the boy must be thinking. Perhaps he had any idea why the dark lord would cover his face.
There was a comfortable silence for a while, Scorpius had closed his eyes and began to listen to the world around him and after that he went into a world all his own. His mother was safe, his father didn't have to worry, he didn't have people staring and whispering...
Thunder rolled loud enough to slightly shake the things inside the dungeon. Scorpius sighed and resigned that he didn't really want to go do his rounds ust get. It was closer to the sky which was closer to the lightning and the screaming girls. As it was, a few of the Slytherin girls were squealing and huddling close together. Pathetic. If the slytherins were acting like this, he didn't want to hear it from any of the other houses either.
ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS! EVERYONE PLEASE MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE GREAT HALL IMMEDIATELY! THIS IS NOT A DRILL AND IF ANYONE ISN"T THERE IN THE NEXT TEN MINUTES WILL RECIEVE A DETENTION FOR DISOBEYING THE HEADMISTRESS!
Scorpius stood immediately and could only guess that the thunder hadn't really been thunder. The dark lord had raised the stakes and attacked Hogsmeade that night. Considering the understanding looks he was getting from Warren and Russel they knew what was going on as well. Scorpius gathered all the Slytherins together and made sure that everyone was out of the dormitories before leaving the Slytherin Common Room and meeting halfway to the Great Hall with the Hufflepuffs. Scorpius moved to the front and had Warren and Russel help him in the back to make sure that everyone made their way and didn't lollygag behind.
Scorpius lead the group into the Great Hall and a few students that must have been in the library or snogging in some of the darker places of Hogwarts. He hadn't seen the red mane of a certain ravenclaw and he stared at the great oak doors of the Great Hall for a quick moment. He almost expected her to rush in at that moment, having taken care of the Ravenclaws and perhaps even the Gryffindors. She didn't appear so he started towards the Headmistress.
The students began to sit at their tables, and there were some like him heading towards the other end of the hall in hopes of a better seat or just because that's where they usually would sit anyway. He was about to the headmistress when the doors opened again and the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws filing in. Rose was walking backwards in front of them, wand up and ready for anything that might happen on their way. It must have been her wand that opened the doors as well, because they were held back. Scorpius looked towards the Headmistress again and missed Rose closing the door and walking towards him.
It came as a shock when her hand grabbed his should and turned him around right before he began to walk up the few stairs to get to the Headmistress. Scorpius raised an eyebrow, an amused smile on his face as he looked at hers. "Were you planning on letting me do the rounds by myself or were you planning on starting late?" Ahh, was it already that late? Oh how the time flies.
"What I was planning on doing is none of your concern Weasel. It wasn't my idea to have everyone pair up for their rounds. In fact, we hadn't even gotten to pick our 'couples' now did we?" Scorpius responded, his tone dry and challenging her to respond.
"If you were planning to skip out on your duties, it's my job as Head Girl to confront you. Even if you are Head Boy, it doesn't mean you get to slack off." Rose responded, not skipping a beat. Her body slightly shook, and he guessed it was fear more than anger. Scorpius stared straight into her blue eyes...her beautiful blue eyes...He gave himself a mental shake and just raised his eyebrows at her.
"I was planning on being there, just had to finish a few things before I had to meet up with the bushy haired freak of nature. Can you really blame me for trying to spend as much time away from you as I could? I already have you invading my personal space in the Head's Common Room, don't need to spend anymore time with you after that." Oh yeah, he'd forgotten to mention Potions as well but she must have gotten the clue.
Hurt flashed through her eyes and her shoulders sunk. A bit of regret coursed through him but he didn't act on it. Perhaps if they had been alone, but not in front of so many people. Even then, he might not. She was torture for him, the way she laughed and would act with her family. She was so free of everything, and people looked up to her. There were no whispers and stares, at least not the kind he received. She didn't know how lucky she was...
"Well, next time just arrive on time and I'll try not to stink up your hair got it?" Rose turned, and Scorpius might have seen a glimmer of a tear in her right eye. He looked after her as she walked with her head held high towards where her friends and family were waiting. Albus Potter glared at him, and Scorpius couldn't help himself. He grinned back and turned around. Potter thought he was so much better than him did he? Perhaps he was right...
"Headmistress, what's going on?" Scorpius asked, having reached the teacher's table with a few steps. Professor Riven seemed cool, calm, and collected. Professor Flitwick was fidgeting, Professor Longbottom was listening to what ever Madam Harriet, the librarian, was saying. Professor Bletchly just stared at him and the Headmistress, who had turned to see him there.
"Oh, Mr. Malfoy. It seems there has been a disturbance in Hogsmeade, that's all. We just want to make sure all of our students are safe if things start to travel up here in the middle of the night." Headmistress McGonagall said, smiling at Scorpius kindly. Scorpius smile back and nodded. A disturbance? Scorpius could have laughed. There was a full out attack on Hogsmeade going on right now.
"If you could go sit down, I'm going to do a quick check to make sure that everyone is here." Scorpius nodded once and turned on his heel and walked quickly down the steps and to his seat at the Slytherin table. As if on que, Clarisse moved closer to him and smiled.
Clarisse moved next to him and leaned her arms on the table as she regarding him. "Somethings different tonight, what's up?" She raised an eyebrow at him and tried to think of what it might be, or at least that's what Scorpius guessed she might be doing from the way she was acting.
She snapped her fingers and sat straight. "You had to sit next to Rosie Weasel for two hours and then she just chewed you out and your ticked off." Scorpius smirked and leaned forward., taunting her.
"Maybe. Or maybe you think I've begun to fancy her and your jealous."
Clarisse seemed to actually think about it for a moment, which surprised Scorpius. "Do you?" Clarisse said softly, leaning forward and whispering it to him. She didn't seem hurt, just considerate. "I won't tell anyone if you do, I'm just curious." Scorpius couldn't believe she thought he was serious. He scowled at her.
"Of course not, I feel bad for which ever bloke she does end up with." Scorpius responded and Warren and Russel materialized behind him.
"Who we talking about now?" Warren asked, sitting down on the other side of Scorpius, and Russel next to Warren. Russel stared at Clarisse for a moment, and Clarisse met his gaze with a small smile. Russel looked away, at the crowd and her smile fell. Scorpius noted this in the back of his mind before turning to answer Warren.
"Rose Weasley." He said simply, and an amused smiled played over Warren's lips.
"The Rose among the claws in this case." Warren grinned and leaned against the table. "Well, she is a bit reluctant, but she's actually very interesting if you get to know her." He said simply, shrugging his shoulders. "I flirted with her for a while, but found someone a bit more interesting for a conquest."
Scorpius chuckled, knowing his friend too well. He was always looking for something. Really, you could blame him for keep searching. For him, there was only one. Warren was part Veela, not too much but enough for the mate to apply. It was frustrating for the tall dark haired man, because he would see her face in his mind nightly, but it wasn't a very clear picture. It was too foggy to really see who it was, or what she even looked like. Scorpius had seen Warren try to describe her, but all he could come up with was beautiful. Well, that wasn't much to go on. It was Warren's theory that he had to kiss the girl, not just see her, for him to know it was the right girl.
Russel sighed and ran a hand through his chestnut hair, Scorpius wondered idly what might be going through his head. He doubted he'd ever be able to predict what went through his head, but so far he'd been loyal and a good friend to him.
Clarisse leaned forward and no doubt felt left out. "You actually went after her?" She asked, incredulously. Warren shrugged and winked at her. "I've gone after everyone, sweet heart." Clarisse thought about it and sat back down. "True." She concluded. "We had our fun in my fourth year." Hmm, that's right they went out briefly hadn't they?
An owl flew into the Great Hall, and landed infront of the Headmistress. The Great Hall hushed as the Headmistress took the letter it had and opened it. She read through it's contents, and seemed to reread it. "Scorpius Malfoy. Please come forward."
Scorpius' heart beat quickly, and he wondered if it was a letter telling her that he had a meeting with the new dark lord. Would he be expelled or warned? Put under constant watch by the professors and perfects. He stood up with a calm facade over his face, even still. He was a Malfoy after all, it was in his blood to appear always at ease. He walked forward and stood before the Great Hall, in front of the Headmistress.
Professor McGonagall seemed like she didn't even want to say a word, that she didn't have to say what she had discovered in the letter. She looked at the note. She spoke softly, looking at the letter and seemed to read it from the page. "I regret to inform you..."