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emerald dawn · 09-19-2011, 11:18 PM

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CHAPTER TWO.
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I always wondered why the Slytherins found Scorpius so amusing. They’d look like pathetic losers, doing him favors, sucking up to him, flirting, hoping that one day he’s get his fat head out of his butt to actually care. But I’ll be honest. He’s not ugly. Okay, I’ll be more than honest. He’s attractive. He’s got pretty eyes and nice hair, he’s on the Quidditch team. I do understand why girls drool over him. Slytherin girls do it openly, but for the other houses it’s kind of like a taboo. I mean, he’s such a git.

It was our fifth year back.

I tried to tell Elena this, but she was still stuck on the idea that I actually liked him. I tried to think of anything bad about him to disprove her, but she was adamant.

“I know you think he’s a terrible person and all, but I heard his dad was worse. So, I guess Malfoy isn’t really all that bad.” Elena says in his defense.

“You’re defending him?”

“I’m not saying he’s a great person, but my father said Mr. Malfoy was worse. How he would bully everyone and be terrible to the first years. I hear Mr. Malfoy isn’t all that bad now, though. Scorpius seems only arrogant. Something that goes down in the Malfoy family.” Elena says. It was a cool Friday night in the Gryffindor common room. The fireplace was lit, casting a shadow upon our faces. It was full tonight, but everyone else was huddled in their own little group. Elena, daughter of Dean Thomas, was tall and lean with a thick head of black hair. Her eyes were a lighter brown, making it look like she had contacts on. Her dark skin glowed in the light of the fire. She was very pretty. And to many of the guy’s dismay, she was taken. I was happy for her, but I couldn’t help feeling like a third wheel sometimes. When Elena gets called over by her boyfriend, I nod, giving her the okay to leave, and sneak out the common room before the others notice. Lumos. I decided to go by the lake. I doubt anyone is ever really there at this time, and I’d just rather sit alone by the moonlight. I’m careful not to make any noise or wake the paintings. Carefully I put one foot in front of the other, my hand outstretched. When I finally reach the lake, I see a figure sitting before it. Broad shoulders and hair that’s glows in the moonlight. Male. I’m not even a good five feet away before he speaks. It stops me in my tracks.

“You’ve got no sense of privacy, do you, Weasley?” He says in a low tone. He doesn’t turn to look at me, and he’s as still as stone. His tone wasn’t being defensive, and he wasn’t trying to be rude. He was only asking a question. I don’t move any closer.

“How’d you know that was me?” I ask him.

“When you think in your head, you think in your voice.” He says simply. Wait, he can hear my thoughts?

“Yeah, I can hear all you’re thinking. Legilimency.” He answers before I can even speak out loud.

“Alright, stop that, it’s creepy.” I say to him, and I hear him laugh. A real laugh. A nice one.

“ I like to hear what you think about me, Weasley. It’s a boost to my self esteem.”

“Oh really? What exactly do I think that could be beneficial to you?” I ask him, getting the courage to walk up closer now.

“Don’t lie. You think I’m the best looking guy in the school. Which isn’t too far from the truth.” He says, that well known smirk appearing on his face again. It causes me to laugh.

“Oh my god, now you’re confused! You aren’t even on my top ten.” I said, forcing myself to close off my thoughts. Forcing myself to hide the fact that he actually is.

“No. You’re confused.” He said, finally getting up. “Last time I checked, I was number one.” Okay, closing off my thoughts isn’t working out. I take one large step closer to him.

“And when exactly was this?” I told him, my cheeks getting red, the cool wind blowing in my face.

And just like that, he takes the last few steps toward me, closing the distance between us, just like last time. He towers over me, seeing as I’m shorter than a good amount of my classmates. I thought he was just going to say it to my face, but instead, he leans his head sideways and whispers into my ear, “On the train ride here”.

I found myself trying to catch my breath. Whether if it was the coolness of the night or the fact that we were so close, I‘m not sure. But for the first time, I returned the smirk. I stood on the tip of my toes, barely reaching his ear. And I whispered, “If I didn‘t know any better, I‘d say the feelings were mutual.” I look up at him to see his reaction, which was surprising actually. I thought he’d be sarcastic, maybe even scoff or roll his eyes. But the look on his face was of absolute disgust. He sneers at me and takes a few steps back.

“Nothing is mutual between us, Weasley. You obviously can’t take a joke.” He says to me.

“I’m the one who can’t take a joke? Please, Malfoy. I don’t think for a second that you don’t like me back. Or is it because I’m a halfblood? I thought your father would teach you better than that.” I told him. And before I knew it, I see blood rush to his pale face, giving it the color he so desperately needed.

“Look Weasley, don’t even think that you know me. Because you don’t know me at all. Nor do you know my father. He’s not like that. And lastly, this has nothing to do with your blood status. Being the daughter of Hermione Weasley, I’d thought you’d have more sense in you. Apparently you don’t.” He caught me off guard there. I took a step back and tried to gain my balance.

“I’m leaving.” I said briefly before I turn around and try to walk away. I wanted to run back to the common room for fear that I would completely lose my balance in front of him. But deciding that would make me look like a coward and make him think he’d just won some kind of battle, I walked. Left, right, left, right, left. I suddenly became very intent on putting one foot in front of the other. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. But for some reason I knew all of this wasn’t worth it. He knew what I was thinking. In the back of my mind, I was trying to analyze each and every single word. Why would he be joking and laughing, and the next moment he just snaps. If his sudden mood changes don’t have to do with my blood status, then what does it have to do with? When I stated something that I knew about him, he snapped, like I was invading his privacy. Bipolar much?

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Scorpius’s POV.

As a Malfoy, you’re taught to keep your thoughts and feelings hidden. It’s like being reprogrammed so that you don’t look surprised, so that you don’t look sad or angry. You keep a calm and cool face. You seem aloof. And honestly, I thought I was doing great at that. I wanted to keep her thinking after I had left, to keep her wondering. Playing mind games is something I’m good at. But then the wind started blowing the hair out of her face, bringing her blue eyes into full view. And she stood on the tip of her toes and whispered into my ears. She was right, and I was oh so tempted to smile back at her. But I couldn’t. Thinking a girl is cute and flirting with her is one thing. But actually liking one? Having those weird butterflies in your stomach and having the sudden urge to get down on one knee and quote Shakespeare. That’s different. And not to mention cheesy. And just like that I ruin a moment where we aren’t technically insulting each other.

I walk towards her, trying to stop her from walking any further.

“Wait! Come back.” I call after her. She stops for a second, and then whips around, her cheeks flushed.

“And do what, Malfoy? What do you want me to come back for? To read more of my thoughts and insult me? To show just how uncivil you can be? To show how much of a jerk you can be? Why should I come back?”

“You think I’m a jerk?”

“Yeah, I do. I see the way you treat other girls. Not very kind. You use them.”

“And you don’t think they use me? Half those girls are prissy little losers who want attention. I don’t care about that. I don’t want them.” I told her, the words coming out in a rush.

“Listen, Malfoy. I came here for peace and quiet. I didn’t come here for you. And I didn’t come for an argument. Quite frankly, I’d much prefer it in the common room. I’m leaving.” She says before turning around again and walking away.

“Well, if you think I’m so bad, give me a chance to prove you wrong.” I said.

“How?”

“Just stay here. Don’t go back.” I told her. “Stay, and I promise I’ll be civil.”
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A/N: Thanks so much. I know I said I was to post this weekend, buuuutttttt....anyways. I tried to find a way to differentiate Draco from Scorpius. Because this is after the battle, and things change, and so do people. I hope you were able to see that. I don't want Scorpius to seem prejudice in anyway, but he's still a Malfoy right? Anyways, I'll shut up lol. Review are LOVED. Tell me what you think.

Jocelynn <3

09-19-2011, 11:18 PM	#8 (permalink)
emerald dawn Streeler Join Date: Oct 2009 Location: Candy Mountain =P Posts: 208 Hogwarts RPG Name: Robin Mitchells First Year	SPOILER!!: Reply to CrazySammi Quote: Originally Posted by CrazySammi Jocelynn, that first chapter is amazing. I couldn't stop reading ~~I even ignored like three messages on Facebook I was so hooked~~. I can't wait for your next chapter. - Sammi thank you very much . This made me smile. CHAPTER TWO. ******************** I always wondered why the Slytherins found Scorpius so amusing. They’d look like pathetic losers, doing him favors, sucking up to him, flirting, hoping that one day he’s get his fat head out of his butt to actually care. But I’ll be honest. He’s not ugly. Okay, I’ll be more than honest. He’s attractive. He’s got pretty eyes and nice hair, he’s on the Quidditch team. I do understand why girls drool over him. Slytherin girls do it openly, but for the other houses it’s kind of like a taboo. I mean, he’s such a git. It was our fifth year back. I tried to tell Elena this, but she was still stuck on the idea that I actually liked him. I tried to think of anything bad about him to disprove her, but she was adamant. “I know you think he’s a terrible person and all, but I heard his dad was worse. So, I guess Malfoy isn’t really all that bad.” Elena says in his defense. “You’re defending him?” “I’m not saying he’s a great person, but my father said Mr. Malfoy was worse. How he would bully everyone and be terrible to the first years. I hear Mr. Malfoy isn’t all that bad now, though. Scorpius seems only arrogant. Something that goes down in the Malfoy family.” Elena says. It was a cool Friday night in the Gryffindor common room. The fireplace was lit, casting a shadow upon our faces. It was full tonight, but everyone else was huddled in their own little group. Elena, daughter of Dean Thomas, was tall and lean with a thick head of black hair. Her eyes were a lighter brown, making it look like she had contacts on. Her dark skin glowed in the light of the fire. She was very pretty. And to many of the guy’s dismay, she was taken. I was happy for her, but I couldn’t help feeling like a third wheel sometimes. When Elena gets called over by her boyfriend, I nod, giving her the okay to leave, and sneak out the common room before the others notice. Lumos. I decided to go by the lake. I doubt anyone is ever really there at this time, and I’d just rather sit alone by the moonlight. I’m careful not to make any noise or wake the paintings. Carefully I put one foot in front of the other, my hand outstretched. When I finally reach the lake, I see a figure sitting before it. Broad shoulders and hair that’s glows in the moonlight. Male. I’m not even a good five feet away before he speaks. It stops me in my tracks. “You’ve got no sense of privacy, do you, Weasley?” He says in a low tone. He doesn’t turn to look at me, and he’s as still as stone. His tone wasn’t being defensive, and he wasn’t trying to be rude. He was only asking a question. I don’t move any closer. “How’d you know that was me?” I ask him. “When you think in your head, you think in your voice.” He says simply. Wait, he can hear my thoughts? “Yeah, I can hear all you’re thinking. Legilimency.” He answers before I can even speak out loud. “Alright, stop that, it’s creepy.” I say to him, and I hear him laugh. A real laugh. A nice one. “ I like to hear what you think about me, Weasley. It’s a boost to my self esteem.” “Oh really? What exactly do I think that could be beneficial to you?” I ask him, getting the courage to walk up closer now. “Don’t lie. You think I’m the best looking guy in the school. Which isn’t too far from the truth.” He says, that well known smirk appearing on his face again. It causes me to laugh. “Oh my god, now you’re confused! You aren’t even on my top ten.” I said, forcing myself to close off my thoughts. Forcing myself to hide the fact that he actually is. “No. You’re confused.” He said, finally getting up. “Last time I checked, I was number one.” Okay, closing off my thoughts isn’t working out. I take one large step closer to him. “And when exactly was this?” I told him, my cheeks getting red, the cool wind blowing in my face. And just like that, he takes the last few steps toward me, closing the distance between us, just like last time. He towers over me, seeing as I’m shorter than a good amount of my classmates. I thought he was just going to say it to my face, but instead, he leans his head sideways and whispers into my ear, “On the train ride here”. I found myself trying to catch my breath. Whether if it was the coolness of the night or the fact that we were so close, I‘m not sure. But for the first time, I returned the smirk. I stood on the tip of my toes, barely reaching his ear. And I whispered, “If I didn‘t know any better, I‘d say the feelings were mutual.” I look up at him to see his reaction, which was surprising actually. I thought he’d be sarcastic, maybe even scoff or roll his eyes. But the look on his face was of absolute disgust. He sneers at me and takes a few steps back. “Nothing is mutual between us, Weasley. You obviously can’t take a joke.” He says to me. “I’m the one who can’t take a joke? Please, Malfoy. I don’t think for a second that you don’t like me back. Or is it because I’m a halfblood? I thought your father would teach you better than that.” I told him. And before I knew it, I see blood rush to his pale face, giving it the color he so desperately needed. “Look Weasley, don’t even think that you know me. Because you don’t know me at all. Nor do you know my father. He’s not like that. And lastly, this has nothing to do with your blood status. Being the daughter of Hermione Weasley, I’d thought you’d have more sense in you. Apparently you don’t.” He caught me off guard there. I took a step back and tried to gain my balance. “I’m leaving.” I said briefly before I turn around and try to walk away. I wanted to run back to the common room for fear that I would completely lose my balance in front of him. But deciding that would make me look like a coward and make him think he’d just won some kind of battle, I walked. Left, right, left, right, left. I suddenly became very intent on putting one foot in front of the other. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. But for some reason I knew all of this wasn’t worth it. He knew what I was thinking. In the back of my mind, I was trying to analyze each and every single word. Why would he be joking and laughing, and the next moment he just snaps. If his sudden mood changes don’t have to do with my blood status, then what does it have to do with? When I stated something that I knew about him, he snapped, like I was invading his privacy. Bipolar much? ************************************************** * Scorpius’s POV. As a Malfoy, you’re taught to keep your thoughts and feelings hidden. It’s like being reprogrammed so that you don’t look surprised, so that you don’t look sad or angry. You keep a calm and cool face. You seem aloof. And honestly, I thought I was doing great at that. I wanted to keep her thinking after I had left, to keep her wondering. Playing mind games is something I’m good at. But then the wind started blowing the hair out of her face, bringing her blue eyes into full view. And she stood on the tip of her toes and whispered into my ears. She was right, and I was oh so tempted to smile back at her. But I couldn’t. Thinking a girl is cute and flirting with her is one thing. But actually liking one? Having those weird butterflies in your stomach and having the sudden urge to get down on one knee and quote Shakespeare. That’s different. And not to mention cheesy. And just like that I ruin a moment where we aren’t technically insulting each other. I walk towards her, trying to stop her from walking any further. “Wait! Come back.” I call after her. She stops for a second, and then whips around, her cheeks flushed. “And do what, Malfoy? What do you want me to come back for? To read more of my thoughts and insult me? To show just how uncivil you can be? To show how much of a jerk you can be? Why should I come back?” “You think I’m a jerk?” “Yeah, I do. I see the way you treat other girls. Not very kind. You use them.” “And you don’t think they use me? Half those girls are prissy little losers who want attention. I don’t care about that. I don’t want them.” I told her, the words coming out in a rush. “Listen, Malfoy. I came here for peace and quiet. I didn’t come here for you. And I didn’t come for an argument. Quite frankly, I’d much prefer it in the common room. I’m leaving.” She says before turning around again and walking away. “Well, if you think I’m so bad, give me a chance to prove you wrong.” I said. “How?” “Just stay here. Don’t go back.” I told her. “Stay, and I promise I’ll be civil.” ************************************************ ** A/N: Thanks so much. I know I said I was to post this weekend, buuuutttttt....anyways. I tried to find a way to differentiate Draco from Scorpius. Because this is after the battle, and things change, and so do people. I hope you were able to see that. I don't want Scorpius to seem prejudice in anyway, but he's still a Malfoy right? Anyways, I'll shut up lol. Review are LOVED. Tell me what you think. Jocelynn <3 Last edited by emerald dawn; 09-20-2011 at 12:53 AM.