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ATTENTION ATTENTION ATTENTION: This is a SEQUEL to a story I have already written. If you're interested in reading this story, I highly recommend reading the first story (Her Eyes) before reading this one! I'll try to make it easy for you to read only this story, but I can't really help it if you don't understand some parts. Thank you for reading. (:

My Devotion

Chapter One:

Scorpius Malfoy:

I lazily traced the rim of my glass with my index finger, not really feeling in the mood to drink. Albus Potter and I had downed and entire keg of firewhisky the night before and I still felt hung over. Don't get me wrong, it was great to be able to pass out and sleep solidly for a good ten hours. But waking up was not something I had enjoyed at all, mainly because I had slept through the day since I had fallen asleep around seven in the morning. Then, to top it all off, I had woken up only an hour before Albus could convince me to come to the wizard nightclub that some cousin of his had started on Diagon Alley a few years prior. So here I was, still hung over and probably half asleep, with a cup of straight whisky in front of me. This was starting to get a little ridiculous.

I wasn't an alcoholic. I was just a lover of beer and wine and anything else that could get me in my fairly stupid state. But, I had sworn the moment I woke up that morning that I would not drink again… at least not obsessively. Not because I needed to better my health - that was already down the drain from all the muggle cigarettes I had smoked since I graduated Hogwarts - but because I needed to be in the right state for auror training. In less than twelve hours from that moment I'd be sitting in the classroom at the academy, getting lectured on how we were risking our lives and how if we couldn't take it to get out now. Statistics said that almost half of the incoming class of auror trainees would drop out within the first three months.

Though I had already fully committed myself to the academy, I had other commitments too. Albus Potter and I had another huge commitment that we couldn't forget, even if we wanted to. It wasn't an option to give up on it. There was someone after my family. Not just myself and my mother, but all of other purebloods in the wizarding world. Andre Shroudrouge was the culprit. I knew him as Alex Sherwood, and I couldn't seem to drop the habit of calling him by his alias… It was what I had know him as almost my entire life. Alex had been my dormitory mate and best friend since I was eleven years old, so when someone went after my ex-girlfriend to get to me our sixth year at Hogwarts, it never once crossed my mind that he was the one behind it all. He didn't just come after my girlfriend though. He murdered my father. Alex had killed my father for a reason even make sense. Well, in a way it did. But only if you were completely and utterly insane.

Alex was a muggleborn, as was his father, Jester Shroudrouge. They wanted revenge on the purebloods, and only purebloods, all because of one group of people. The Death Eaters that had killed his family and nearly half of his race.

After the second rising of the Dark Lord, most muggleborns mourned the losses of their family members before moving on with the rest of our world. They had no other option; what had happened had happened and there was no going back. The Death Eaters were put on trials, and most of them were sent to Azkaban or sentenced to death. My grandfather was sent to Azkaban and died of illness before I could ever get to know him. My grandmother was released only months before she died of old age and I never had the chance to become too attached to her. I had been at school when she was released, and she died before I got out for the summer. After the rising, my father had been lucky enough to be let free. After several trials, the Minister declared that my father was too young at the time of the uprising to have done anything. Which was true - my father was only sixteen and seventeen at the peak of Voldemort's return. He had no choice but to listen to what his father and mother were saying. It was the only way to keep himself and his family alive.

Unlike most muggleborns, Jester Shroudrouge was filled with so much sadness that it seemed to send him into insanity. Over the years it took my father to build our family's reputation back up to greatness, Jester was planning something that would ruin my life and my mother's life. He was planning the murder of my father. He conceived a son with a street-side whore, purely for the sake of having someone to do his dirty work. Nobody ever knew Jester had a son, and Alex had always said that his father was dead. As his son grew up into a man, Jester worked at the Ministry to gain my father's trust. My father didn't trust many people, but he fell into Jester's tricks. Jester had his son kill my father one night. The only reason he didn't do it himself was so he wouldn't - technically - be lying when the Ministry questioned him. He had accomplished what he was aiming for, and managed to keep it a secret for months.

But then he started to try to get to me. I had to hand it to him - he was smart. Jester waited until I was at my most vulnerable and weakest point. Where my anxiety from discovering my cold, dead father's body was at it's worst and I had found someone I was beginning to care more about than anything else in the world. My ex-girlfriend, Rose Weasley. One night I had heard Alex and Jester, who I didn't know were the murderers at the time, speaking about Rose. Jester asked Alex if Rose was important to me, and Alex answered yes. Then they started going after Rose to get to me. They started a pregnancy rumor - or I assumed they did, since I never thought to confirm my assumption once I had considered it - to bring us closer and then kidnapped her the night after I had told her I loved her for the first time.

Albus Potter, Dominique Weasley, and I had went after her after finding the horrifying proof that Alex was in fact the murderer. They had taken her to the mountains behind Hogwarts and brought her deep into the caves that not many people knew were there. They tortured her there and planned to kill her, but I had managed to save her with Albus's help. Aurors flooded the caves at the last minute and captured Jester. Alex got away and was still out there somewhere. We hadn't heard or seen any sign of him for two years. I couldn't help but hope that somehow her got himself killed… But I knew better. He was out there, waiting. He could strike at any moment, and in all honesty, now would be the perfect time.

Rose and I hadn't spoke since she broke up with me. I had no desire to speak to her, or even see her. She had broken my heart. Admitting it to myself was easy, but admitting it to my best friend, Albus Potter, was hard. It's not that I cared that he knew. But being myself, Scorpius Malfoy, hated to admit any type of weakness I was experiencing. But I felt like I owed it to him, since Rose was his cousin. Though Albus told me that it didn't matter that his cousin and I weren't together anymore, I had to tell him when I was with his cousin I truly did care about her more than anything else in the world, and that even though I didn't show emotion about it, it didn't mean I didn't care. I had completely shut myself off from everything and everyone for months. Nearly all of my seventh year, actually. But I finally came around, and had that talk with Albus. He had told me right after Rose and I broke up that the circumstances had changed and that he'd still be my friend. The original circumstances were we were only alliances to protect Rose from Alex and Jester, but along the way he became my best mate. Even though he could be stupid and arrogant sometimes, the two of us balanced each other out. Which is why we were now flat mates and about to start the academy all aurors in training went to as each other's second. Being someone's second meant to be someone's fighting partner. Albus had become my brother over the two years we had spent as best friends. It was strange, since we had been enemies our entire life, but it felt nice to have someone I could trust again.

"Hey, mate," a voice slurred at my right. I looked over to see no one other than Albus Potter. He was already drunk. "You see that girl over there?" he asked, gesturing with his hand that had a cup of alcohol in it and slopping the liquid down his shirt and on some blonde girl's lap. "Shit," he garbled, grabbing a handful of napkins and shoving it on her lap, not seeming to realize that his hands were alarmingly close to her crotch. The girl looked appalled, but Albus paid no attention and turned back to me. "So you see that girl over there, right?" he asked. I looked across the room to see a brunette girl talking to a boy who I recognized as Lyle Finnigan. He was in our year when we were at Hogwarts. The girl was attractive, obviously. Albus only went for the best. Her long hair fell to her lower back and her porcelain skin seemed to glow. She was average height and seemed about average weight, if you cancelled out her breasts. Which were probably the reason Albus was attracted to her.

"Yeah," I answered dully, my head pounding from my lingering hangover. "I see her. What about her?"

"Do you think I have a chance?" he wondered, running a hand through his hair and getting this dazed look on his face. "You know what? Don't answer that. I'm just going to go talk to her. I mean… who is she?" He looked at me, his eyes incredulous. "She's a goddess."

I sighed, rolling my eyes, but I resisted the urge to snicker. "I don't know who she is. And I don't think I'd go up and call her a goddess… She might think you're just looking for sex. Go ask her name or something. I'm sure she'll tell you."

"I can't ask her name! She's talking to Lyle Finnigan. Finnigan for Merlin's sake!" He shook his head mournfully. "Do you even know where she came from? I never saw her at Hogwarts."

The girl that Albus had spilt his drink on earlier looked at him apprehensively, as if talking to him would get another drink spilled on her lap. "She's from the Salem Witch's Institute. She's American. We're interning in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement together. She has a thing going on with Finnigan, so I wouldn't try to cock block them. Which you seem to be so good at." She glared at him. "Fifth year, Potter. Fifth. Year."

"Oh for the love of Merlin," Albus said to the girl that he apparently knew. I had no clue who she was. "It was an accident! I didn't mean to go into the exact broom closet you and James were in! I was hiding from Filch, come on, you have to- Oh, shit." Suddenly, Albus's e eyes locked on something across the room. He completely forgot about what he was saying to the blonde girl and stared at me.

"What?" I asked, instantly alert. My eyes raking the crowd, expecting to see Alex standing amongst the people, a knife shining in his hand, his teeth gleaming menacingly as he smiled. That how I usually imagined him - with a knife and smiling evilly. Mainly because he and his father had had a trend of using only muggle weapons to kill or torture their prey to prove a point. Alex had killed my father with a knife and had held one to Rose's throat at one time while we were in the caves.

But it wasn't Alex, and I could see that right away.

"Rose and Dominique are here," Albus said unnecessarily. "And they're with the Scamander twins."

…

Having my body rubbed against by sweaty girls usually completely satisfied me, just not when they were dancing like strippers and there was about twenty of them trying to grind all over me. And definitely not when Albus was dragging me through the crowd of whores toward my ex-girlfriend and her best friend who I thought I was friends with, but wasn't sure since I hadn't spoken to her since the last day of our seventh year. Which was just us saying goodbye to each other. I didn't know why I was letting Albus drag me toward the person I dreaded most next to Alex. Maybe because I was curious to see why she was back to hanging out with Lysander Scamander. Or maybe it was because I was just stupid.

Once the two of us were within hearing distance of the four people, my survival instincts seemed to kick in and my mind was shouting: Get out, get out, get out! Are you completely mental? LEAVE!

But there was no going back now, because we were now standing directly in front of them and Albus had already opened his big, drunk mouth. "Rosie! How are you, darling? Well, I'd hope? Listen to your old cousin Albus." Albus squeezed his way between Rose and Lysander and threw his arm across Rose's. Rose's eyes were wide in disbelief as she stared at Albus, who was much too drunk for his own good. "Listen," Albus said again. "What d'you say we get a round of shots… C'mon, then. Shots."

I was trying to avoid eye contact with Rose, so I turned to Dominique, who was twisting a strand of hair through her fingers nervously, obviously a little unsure of what was going to happen with all of us in such close proximity once more. Once Albus and I had decided we'd stay friends, we hadn't really been around Rose and Dominique that much. One, because I refused to, and two, because Albus and I were using our newly found friendship to cause trouble around Hogwarts. We felt that it made up for the six years that we had missed. "Hey, Dominique," I said, trying my best to smile at her. It was a little hard with Albus shouting that I would have to buy the shots because his dad had cut him off for the rest of the week.

Dominique smiled tentatively. "Hello, Scorpius."

I looked at the person standing next to Dominique and recognized him as Lorcan Scamander, Lysander's twin brother. He was not like his brother at all. He seemed to always have this dreamy look in his eyes and you could never make eye contact with him, even if you wanted to; he was always staring off into space. Lorcan never really said much, but when he did, it was weird things that you couldn't understand at all, even if you tried.

"I see your company has changed since we've last spoken?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. The last time I had checked, Dominique had been sneaking around with one of our old teachers at Hogwarts. River Connolly, or as Albus and I called him, Connolly the River. It didn't really make much sense. We were just drunk one night and Connolly found us behind a staircase and tried to make us go back to our dormitory. We persuaded him to stay and have a drink - which he did - and we started calling him Connolly the River. It was stupid, but Albus and I were both stupid drunks. But anyway, Dominique and River seemed to be quite serious for awhile. He had even resigned from Hogwarts once she had graduated. I didn't know what happened, and I was a little nervous to find out. Dominique did… drastic things if something went wrong.

"Oh," Dominique said, trying to wave it off casually. I could see through it, though. "He and I just grew apart. But I'm sure he'll be happy to see you… He's one of the instructors at the academy now."

"Oh, really-" I started, but Albus had grabbed my forearm and began leading me toward a table and a six chairs in the corner of the club. Oh Merlin. He was so drunk he didn't know what he was doing. It happened a lot, so I knew he wasn't trying to send me into my own personal hell, but I couldn't help but want to punch him in the face. But I didn't want to look like a horrible person in front of Rose. Even though I had lost all respect for her, since she hadn't even bothered talking to me to let me know the real reason she broke up with me, that didn't mean I didn't care how I looked around her. That made me all the more mad at Albus. At least I could live with the satisfaction that he was going to feel completely horrible in the morning.

Once we got to the chairs, he shoved me down into a seat and flopped down in the one next to me. Dominique took a seat in the other chair next to me. I couldn't tell if she was doing it for my sake or for Rose's - probably both since she knew that neither of us would want to sit next to each other. Everyone stared awkwardly at each other, aside from Rose and myself. I was looking at my lap and Rose was staring determinedly at the charmed flame that floated just inches about the table. One of the employees brought over a round of shots.

Albus downed his the moment it was set on the table, squinting his eyes shut and shaking his head once he was done. He looked at all of us expectantly and I cursed him for not going over and talking to the girl that he had seen earlier. If he had, we probably wouldn't be in that situation. But I was Scorpius Malfoy, and I was going to go along with it like nothing was wrong.

Shrugging nonchalantly and staring down my nose arrogantly at the people who sat around the table, I picked up the shot glass and tipped my head backwards, letting it flow into my mouth. The bitterness was comforting, even though it made me want to hurl all over everything.

Once I looked back at the people sitting around me, they seemed to finally try to push away the awkwardness and picked up the shots. Completely against my will, my eyes - which seemed to be acting on their own - turned to Rose. I watched as she regarded the shot apprehensively for a few moments before setting it back down. Apparently, she wasn't much of a drinker. But she did happen to be the most beautiful thing on this Earth… I wasn't ashamed to admit it. Rose's light, porcelain skin was flecked with freckles that made her so… "fucking adorable" as I would've called it when I was a teenager. But she wasn't just adorable, because her curves made her sexy. Her pouty lips reminded me of the heated makeout sessions the two of us would have. Her fire red hair, which was straight tonight, fell gracefully over her shoulders and down her back. I loved everything about her hair… I had touched it the many times we had made out back at Hogwarts. The only thing that was bothering me about it tonight was her fringe. It fell into her eyes, which was my favorite part about her.

They were light brown, but still had a brightness to them as if they were blue. I knew her eyes like the back of my hand. The darker ring of brown on the outside of the lighter, more beautiful chocolate brown in the middle. I knew what they looked like when she was sad, when she was angry, when she was jealous, when she happy, when she was surprised… anything. I could tell you just by looking at her eyes how she felt. Unless she was guarding them, like she was at that very moment. It killed me inside like it did every other time she covered up her emotions.

Rose, seeming to feel my gaze on her, turned her head to look at me. Once she did, you could tell she regretted it and hadn't meant to. The two of us looked away instantly, the signature Weasley blush appearing on her face, and patches of red appearing on the skin above my cheekbones. I brought my eyes right back to my lap and waited a moment before looking up through my lashes at her, hoping that she was still flustered. She wasn't. Well, not really, anyway. Now Rose was facing Lysander, who sat next to her. That wouldn't have been a big deal if he hadn't been pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

I clenched my teeth, waiting - and praying - for Rose to push his hand away. She didn't. She reached up and took it in hers. Lysander smiled at her and I could tell they were playing footsy under the table. Pure anger and jealous sped through my veins, just racing to get to my brain. Subconsciously I knew that as soon as it registered completely in my head, things would get ugly. Fast.

I cleared my throat quickly before scooting my chair back and standing up. I walked away jerkily, my back stiff and my hands balled into fists at my side. I knew I had made a scene, and I knew that everyone at the table was looking at me as I walked away, but I couldn't find it in myself to care. I had to get out of there. That's all I was concerned about at that moment. I would face my emotions later - I just had to get out of that club before I was forced to face them there.

I didn't want to go through the front doors where the bouncers were letting people in, so I found the backdoor that led to the alleyway behind the club. Shoving the door open, I stepped outside and inhaled a huge gust of the crisp, fall air. It was just beginning to rain, making it a lot colder than it should have been in September.

My hands began to shake as I pulled out my pack of cigarettes and book of matches. I could have used my wand, but I wasn't thinking straight. I held a cigarette between my lips as my fingers fumbled frantically to light the match. My fingers shook so much that I dropped the book of matches in a puddle at me feet. I swore loudly before kicking at the ground like an angry child.

I yelled angrily once more before grasping at my hair and tugging at the roots. I had finally started to get over her just weeks prior to that day. Finally, after two entire years of having to watch her walk around Hogwarts and then at the Ministry at the required year of interning all pre-aurors had to participate in before actually starting training. Two years of not being able to hold her hand or touch her hair or kiss her lips. Two years of not even being able to talk to her. I would give anything just to do that. Just to have a civil conversation with her.

Stupid Albus and his stupid drunk tendencies. If he hadn't gotten drunk he wouldn't have gotten me into this mess. I knew he didn't mean it, and I wasn't mad at him… But it was partly his fault. Why did he get completely incoherent when he was drunk? He knew I was just starting to get over her… Didn't that register in his brain?

Even though I wasn't mad at Albus, I was definitely mad at myself. I was so weak. What had just happened proved just how weak I really was. Just watching someone touch Rose the way I used to sent me spiraling out of control. I was a Malfoy. We weren't supposed to be like this. We were supposed to be tough and arrogant and not easy to please. And the majority of the time, I was that Malfoy… But when it came to Rose, I was the complete opposite. She had an influence over me that completely tore me apart. It horrified and pleased me all at once. It told me I was capable of loving and was capable of being someone different than who I thought I was my whole life… But it also was a constant reminder that it was very possible that I could never love a girl the way I loved Rose.

I clenched my teeth to keep myself from forming angry tears.

But then I completely exploded. Tears streamed from my eyes and I slammed my right fist against the brick wall of the building over and over again until my knuckles were dripping with blood. I leaned against the wall for a long time, not really thinking, just trying to cool down.

Finally, after what must have been half an hour, I turned around and began to walk in the direction of home.

A/N:

Ooooh, Scorpius was a mess without you guys! Haha. Just kidding, obviously. I really liked writing this chapter… I had fun. I liked writing the slightly-matured Scorpius and how he's changed over the past two years. It gives me a fresh start on the characters. Albus was really drunk - he's a beyond stupid drunk. Don't hate him for pulling Scorp into that situation. You all know it had to happen.

I know Scorpius is acting like a little bitch. But he's in PAIN. He just saw that the love of his life had completely moved on - or has she? - when he was just starting to. He'll get better, though, I promise! (:

So Scorpius has formed some new habits and has given up on some old ones. Picked up on any knew habits? Noticed any of the old one are gone? Let me know in the reviews… Also let me know what you think of Albus and his "goddess". I want to know if you guys think Al should have someone too. I think it'd be cute, and I like subplots.

OH, I'm going to be switching perspectives a little in this, like I did with the last one. I don't know if I'll do Lily POV much, but do you guys want more Albus POV? Rose, or even Dominique? Let me know, I'm opened to doing one or two more.

Anything you predict that's coming up? Real reason Rose broke up with Scorpius? What you tink is going on with Dominique and River? How you think Lily is doing? Hmmm? Let me know!

Thanks so much for reviewing on the last chapter of Her Eyes! I promise not to disappoint you with this story!

Reviews make Scorpius feel better! (:

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