Scorpius Malfoy was not a spoilt brat, it was a simple matter that he got what he wanted when he wanted it. Nothing complicated about that, but there's a slight problem with people who get what they want when they want… They tend to want the things they just can't have.
Being from the wealthy and notorious Malfoy family, a long line of strictly pure-blooded witches and wizards, there weren't many things he was denied.
But where's the fun in that story?
Scorpius stalked the corridors of Hogwarts, smirk, not unlike his fathers, firmly planted on his face, honestly though, if he wasn't smirking someone would have a heart attack.
By his side was a tall boy, seventeen, like himself, with unruly black hair sitting atop his head, hiding his startling green eyes, a trait Scorpius had been informed he received form his grandmother.
"Will you quit smirking; you've got nothing to smirk about." Albus sighed as they reached the great hall, and this only worked to make Scorpius smirk even more.
"Al, you love my devilishly handsome face when I have a smirk gracing my chiselled features." Scorpius told him, voice rugged and yet smooth, a delicious mixture, according to most girls in the school.
"Oh yes, your royal idiot." Albus snapped at his best friend for the past seven years, rolling his eyes, and reminding himself once again, and surely not for the last time, that really, Scorpius was that bad.
They reached the Slytherin table and sat down at the end, away from the other students in their house, as was customary, seeing as when you put the two together they always received looks of interest, particularly since James, Albus' older brother had left the school.
Yes, Scorpius Malfoy and Albus Potter had been best friends since their very first year in the ancient school, it had caused quit a fuss when the news first erupted throughout the school, how possibly could the son of the Gryffindor Golden Boy, and Defeater of Voldemort be friends with the son of the ex Deatheater?
Well it happens, so it appears, it only caused half the fuss that was made when Albus was sorted into Slytherin, the first Potter to be so.
"So have you spoken to your darling Mandy?" Scorpius asked pulling a face at his best friend.
"Darling Mandy?" Albus chuckled. "I'd have never referred to her as my darling, but no, not today, she's in a mood."
"Oh dear, what's it about this time?" Scorpius laughed, fully enjoying the fact that Albus and his darling were not talking – she was an awfully boring bint.
"Because I covered for you, while you did her best friend in a broom closet, and then left her there." Albus retorted and Scorpius grinned.
"Ah yes fun times, I'm trying to think of the people that I have yet to do in a broom closet, but I'm running out of names." Scorpius laughed as he reached for the water jug, filling his goblet.
"I can think of a few people." Albus replied, grinning inwardly.
"Oh really?" Scorpius asked innocently, he knew what was coming; it was the thing he hated most.
"I'm pretty sure Lily won't go near you with a barge pole." Albus laughed. "Anyway if you touched my baby sister, I'd kill you, right after everyone else in the family."