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It was the same scene that played out year throughout year. Molly found herself sat in the same old compartment, watching the same people board the train and witnessing the same conversation run between a certain silver blonde haired boy and his father. If it was not for the fact she had experienced boredom one summer and learnt to read lips, she would have had no clue what they were saying. What else was she suppose to learn when producing even the simplest of spells still came far more difficult to her than anyone else. Magic was a hard talent to master and she had the magical skill of a first year.
"We've already discussed this, boy," the elder Malfoy, Draco, grilled his son.
It was difficult not to laugh how Scorpius towered over his father. Watching the older wizard hold a look of scrutiny on his face as he looked up his son, Scorpius simply held a look of disinterest. He had stopped listening the Draco Malfoy a long time ago. Yet every year here they were, Draco would try his power as the son of a death eater to scare his son into doing what he said, and one of those things was staying away from the Weasleys. Of course Scorpius would nod and pretend to agree, but his actions throughout the year were the complete opposite.
His father stood up straight, trying to mimic his sons stature of confidence and spirit, it only made him look weaker. "Then we're clear?" Draco repeated the same as he did last year and Scorpius nodded, it was usually during this point of the conversation when he'd glance at her through the train's window and smirk.. of course he didn't anymore, he hadn't in two years. "No more Ruth-"
"Rose," Scorpius interjected.
His father ignored him, "-Weasley and no more summer sleepovers. Dear merlin, boy, her mothers a mudblood, I thought you knew better."
It was then Molly twisted herself away from the window, her back pressed against it as she hugged her knees. Unlike every other year, Scorpius' father did not mention any of the other Weasley's, only Rose. Which meant he knew the two were together and from the sounds of it, Scorpius had even taken her home over the summer.
She was used to the particular feeling that was arising within her, but with every encounter and every moment that passed, it only grew worse. It was like a black cloud of smoke, blurring her vision so she could not see straight. She became stupid, a foolish typical witch who filled her mind with lustful profanities and false illusions of Scorpius Malfoy and herself. The young witch despised it, in her eyes jealousy was sign of a weakness, and over the last five years at Hogwarts she had built herself up to be strong, not feeble.
The compartment slid open and Colton Mclaggen fell down onto the seats opposite her. When Molly meant he fell down, she meant Colton dramatically let himself fall, letting her know he had made an entrance.
"Another year at Hogwarts, another year of bollocks," he said with the silly Scottish accent of his and sighed, running a hair through his golden tips. She noticed he'd had a haircut over the summer. His once curly locks that made girls sigh when he purposely brushed them back from his face were gone, leaving behind a neater, shorter cut.
Molly could only smile, it was a no brainer when she was sorted into Gryffindor, but despite his half blood status with a muggle for a mother, Colton had been placed in Slytherin for his insidious mind. He was as sharp as a serpents tongue, although cocky to a fault. She remembered the first time she had met him; it was the very first potions class in her second year and the two had been paired to brew the hair-raising potion. Colton had insisted he knew the making process by heart and Molly, being the overtrusting witch she was, believed him. It was the worst mistake she could have ever made. With one of the main ingredients being a rats tail, the know-it-all wizard seem to forget this. Leaving a wrongfully brewed potion exploding in Molly's face and putting her in the hospital wing for a two week long stay.
You would think a Slytherin would laugh at the fact they had hurt a Gryffindor. No, not Colton. The boy constantly pestered her for two weeks straight whilst she was in the hospital wing. Recovering from severe burns and broken leg, no thanks to the table she fell into after blacking out, she was in no mood to be disturbed. However, Colton was a stubborn mutt, everyday he brought her chocolate frogs, fresh dinner from the kitchens and even a brand new book on the various broomsticks that had been released. How he knew she was a fan of quidditch, she had no clue. Molly, unfortunately, was a lenient person and soon forgave him, somehow gaining a close friend in the process.
"Oi, Pepper Anne, what's got your wand in a not, ey?" Colton poked her with his foot, creasing his eyebrows in concern.
Molly was once again stuck in her own world. It happened a lot, one moment someone was talking to her and the next moment she was thinking about what she was going to have for dinner that night. Some found it rude when she cut them off, it wasn't as if she could help it, she had a short attention span.
"Don't call me that," she glowered at the boy opposite her. For a long time he always called her these muggle names that were supposedly cartoon characters, Molly had no clue what he was going on about half the time.
Colton laughed, he always laughed at her, "Alright Freckles, now you gonna' tell me what's wrong or maybe I'll hex it outta' ya."
The thought of telling Colton about Scorpius made Molly want to laugh to herself. What was she suppose to say 'oh you know, I'm in love with our friend Scorpius and I'm jealous of his two year relationship with my cousin', it just wasn't something she could spit out.
"Like you said, another year of Hogwarts, another year of Thestral poop," she shrugged.
"Shit," He corrected her, barking laughter, "It doesn't hurt to swear, Mo."
And just like that they easily fell into the conversation about their summer. Colton bragged about seeing an older womans breasts, or as he puts it 'her tits were ripe!'. Why he chose to use a word that meant fruit or grain was at the readiness for harvesting and eating, she did not want to know. Whereas Molly repeated the same old summer story of trying to hack into her magical ability and failing at every point, on the brightside she could finally demonstrate the Lumos Maxima charm to be able to read in the dark.
"You just gotta' have some patient, red, you'll get there," he assured her.
"Patience is my weakest quality, you know that!"
"A quick temper is as well, it seems," once again, he chuckled.
Her tolerance for Colton was quickly waning, it was not until another figure appeared in the compartment that she let herself breath.
The now fluorescent pink haired girl smiled brightly at the two of them. Rowan Bones was taller than the usual girl her age and her chin short hair only made her height all that more greater. It seemed the summer had done a number for the girl, Molly could only scold as Colton stared at her chest.
"You won't believe what just happened!" Rowan almost squeaked, her arms flying everywhere in what Molly could only guess was excitement, "I can't even believed it happened!"
Both Colton and Molly knew they were about to be told some extravagant story about her and a prince, and the whirl of romance they had experienced over the summer. Of course it was a twisted and well imagined version of the truth, yes Rowan travelled to different countries every summer, and no there was no prince. It was your normal family holiday with her older brother and sisters. Unfortunately for Rowan, being the youngest of a big family had taken its toll on her. She hardly got noticed by her any of her siblings growing up and grew into the loud, rather attention seeking girl she was now. It helped she was a gryffindor with the trait to be as loyal as a dog.
"James Potter said he liked my hair. James Potter, of all people, I promise you I'm not even joking. You know what he said? He said 'your hair looks different, I like it'," She beamed and sat down beside Molly, clearly love struck, "Like I know he's your cousin, Molly, but he's hot. Hotter than last year, or the year before that, or-"
"Your tits are bigger."
Both girls heads snapped round to stare at Colton, who still by Molly's shame, was staring at Rowan's chest.
"I mean yeah, your hairs different and that, ain't it every year?" he simply shrugged, "but your tits… I swear their bigger."
If she had the skill, Molly would have used the silencing charm on him at that instance. Rowan, however, unlike Molly who would have blushed and seeped to quietness herself, only laughed at the other wizard and looked down at her own chest.
"You haven't changed one bit, Colton, still the sex deprived boy you were last year. Your housekeeper still not giving in?" Rowan questioned and blood only came rushing to his cheeks.
It finally clicked, the so called pair of 'tits' Colton had seen over the summer had only been those of his sixty year old house keeper. It made Molly smile a little to know her perhaps her friends summer has sucked almost as badly as her own.
Knowing she had won the battle and left Colton speechless, Rowan looked towards Molly and raised her eyebrows, "Scorpius still a no show?".
Molly shrugged, "It's been two years since he sat with us now, I think his mind is made up."
Her two friends gave a silent nod, they both knew how Scorpius' relationship with Rose had affected Molly. Though neither had any idea of her feelings towards him, they knew she was the closest to him than anyone else. For the the thirst three years at Hogwarts they had been as thick as thieves. It would surprise you what a slytherin and a gryffindor could come up with when their minds were put together.
It all started on the first train journey to Hogwarts, it's why Molly hated the train so much now. Sitting in a compartment alone, separate from her cousins whom she had not spoken to in two years, she had been writing a list of ways to get through the year without being noticed. After all who wanted to befriend someone who was closer to a squib than a witch, even if everyone insisted she was simply a late bloomer.
She had noticed from her seat a silver haired boy pacing back and forth past her compartment and finally growing tired of his constant movement, Molly yanked open the door and asked if he wanted to sit. Turned out most compartments had at least one Potter or Weasley in and he was not allowed to mix with their kind. Worried she may have made her only friend, she did not tell the boy her surname, only that her name was Molly and she learnt his was Scorpius Malfoy. Throughout the train journey they had joked and laughed, connecting over their common interest of quidditch and listening to Molly's telling tale of her fascinating time as a so called squib. Surprisingly Scorpius, being a Malfoy, didn't actually judge her for her lack of magical skill and seemed to want to help her.
Everything changed when they were placed in their different houses and Scorpius discovered she was infact a Weasley. Molly could have guessed he was going to ignore her for the first few weeks after that, after all he had been grilled by his father all his life that Weasleys were vermin. It was not until one Defense Against the Dark Arts class that everything change. Every student had previously been assigned to practise the Knockback Jinx and perform it in class, if anyone failed, they faced two weeks of detention. Molly was a mess at the time, she tried for hours every day, all she could produce was stupid little sparks. It came her turn to demonstrate the jinx in front of everyone and she knew embarrassment was heading her way. She flipped her wand back and stuttered rather than said the incantation, and to everyones surprise, repelled the table in front of her with great force. A while later she learnt Scorpius was stood behind her at the time and done the spell for her without anyone noticing.
It appeared judging someone for their name and status just was not him, besides he could not watch his friend be put through such embarrassment and hell of detention. Since then the two had been attached at the hip. Scorpius always joked about being like her older protective brother, which only made Molly die a little more inside.
Rowan smiled apologetically at her whilst Colton called him a whipped bugger and mentioned how he enjoyed different girls companies rather than just one.
"I bet you, one of these days he'll come running back to us," Rowan assured.
Colton knew his friend better than that, they were room mates after all. The four still hung out together at school but Scorpius had also fallen into the group of the Weasley-Potter clan thanks to Rose.
"I bet you he's shagging her right now," he gave a confident nod.
Molly jabbed him with her wand as it was just about the only usual thing she could do with it, "you're a gross boy, Mclaggen."
Although as if rehearsed on time Rose walked past their compartment looking more flustered than usual, a couple buttons of her blouse undone. The three of them followed the trail to whom her hand was attached to and it wasn't Scorpius Malfoy.
Rowan sighed, feeling awful for her friend, "it's started again…"
Molly only nodded, though the other witch was right, the cheating had started again and Scorpius still had no idea.