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Pairing One; A Lovely Trick
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
Only those who didn't know her were surprised when she was sorted into Slytherin. Molly shot her a quick smile and a wink from where she was seated at the Gryffindor table, Rose just smirked, James waggled his eyebrows, and Albus nudged her arm from his seat beside her.
"Good to have another Potter-Weasley here," Albus beamed. "At least I'm not the only one being disowned."
"Shut up, Albus," Dominique laughed. "If anyone's disowned, it's you, Mr. Junior Harry Potter. I'll just use that Veela charm."
Chortling, Albus choked on his drink. "You've got as much Veela charm as I do, Dom."
But it wasn't true and he knew it. Almost everyone thought that Victoire, pretty, perfect Victoire, got all of the Veela charm. But that wasn't true. Dominique got just as much- if not more- of the charm as Victoire, with her similar baby blue eyes and shimmery blonde hair. People just didn't notice it because she doesn't use it as much as Victoire.
She hadn't figured this out until she was five and got into some big trouble.
"What's a pretty young thing like you doing out wandering the streets?" A big, burly Muggle man had asked her.
"I'm not wandering," Little Dominique informed them. "I'm wooking."
"Wooking, are you?" The second chuckled. "Reckon we should take 'er in?"
"Take me where?" Dominique asked, crossing her arms. "Mummy told me not to go with stwangers, and you're stwange."
"We're not strange," The man coaxed her. "We have candy."
Defiantly, Dominique crossed her arms. "I'm not hungry."
"Take 'er in, Kale," The taller of the men told his partner. Nodding, the second man seized her arms. "We don't care about what you want."
Grinning, Dominique thought of a plan. She blinked until, finally, tears rolled down her face. Staring up at the men with her shiny blue eyes, she asked as sweetly as she could, "Mummy wants me to go home. Can I pwease go home?"
"Fine," The man dropped her arms and she took off.
Too bad she didn't exactly know how to explain this to Albus, so she just beamed and said, "Please don't ever try to use Veela Charms, Albus."
"What's this?"A tall, blonde boy interrupted. "You're Albus Potter? What in the name of Merlin are you doing at the Slytherin table?"
"Eating my dinner, same as you, I'd expect, Malfoy," Albus told him calmly.
"How do you know who I am?" Malfoy asked incredulously "And who's this, your girlfriend?"
"I'm his cousin," Dominique inserted her two cents. "And obviously, you're just jealous that you can't get a girl to go out with you."
"Ooh, a girl with spice, I like it," Malfoy drawled, sliding in beside her. A cocky grin took over his face. "I'm Scorpius Malfoy, and you are?"
Straightening up, Dominique replied, "I'm Dominique Weasley, and Scorpius Malfoy, it looks as if I'm going to have to teach you some manners."
As the year went on, the two estranged Slytherins became best friends, much to her family's disappointment. Rose absolutely loathed the boy, Albus thought he was the cockiest git in their year, James didn't approve, Fred said he was going to be the subject of many of their pranks, Roxanne scowled and refused to speak on the subject, and Victoire just frowned whenever she looked at him. Only Molly thought he was decent.
"I don't know why they don't approve of him," Molly comforted her. "He doesn't seem too bad. Just has a bit of a big head, that's all."
"I know, he can be incredibly nice some of the time," Dominique cracked a smile. "Some of the time he's a pure prat, but nobody's perfect, y'know?"
Her mother, it seemed, didn't approve in the least. But the good thing was that she didn't forbid her from speaking with Scorpius. As if she could, she was back at Shell Cottage and she was here, at Hogwarts.
"Ah, a Slytherin and a Gryffindor are rubbing arms," drawled a familiar voice. "The world is going to implode soon."
"Whatever, Scorp," Dominique grinned. "You've been rubbing arms with Gryffindors too, haven't you? How about my cousin, Rose Weasley.
Scorpius mimed vomiting. "Rose-Thorn Weasley? Kill me now. She's the bane of my existence, she is. And I'll have you know that I'm not the cliché type of bloke that goes for my enemies."
"Nor am I," Dominique grinned cheerfully.
Simply, Molly just shook her head. "Me neither. But aren't we a bit young to be speaking about this sort of thing?"
"I'm already twelve," Dominique offered, grinning. "So is Scorp. You're the baby, Molls."
"Don't call me that," Molly retorted. "Imagine I'd have a chance with Lysander?"
"Gauging from the way he's always staring at you in the Great Hall with his mouth open, looking a bit like one of those cheetahs about to pounce, I'd say yes," Scorpius voiced from the chair he was sitting in by the fire.
Grinning, Molly asked, "You really think so?"
"Of course," droned Dominique and Scorpius in unison. "But don't do anything about it just yet."
They glanced at each other, grinning. Molly just shook her head. "Both of you are on a different wavelength that I can't comprehend."
Quickly, everyone discovered the reason she'd been placed in Slytherin. She was a mastermind trickster. Not a prankster like James and Fred, mind you, but a trickster. One of the things she enjoyed most was tricking people and getting them flustered.
For example, there was the string of innocent first years during her third year.
"What's the password?" One of the ickle first years asked.
Grinning widely, looking as innocent as possible, Dominique told them, "Yo mama is so fat she sat on the rainbow and Skittles popped out." It was an American Muggle joke Fred had told her for kicks, but she saw no reason not to use it now.
The first years repeated it slowly. They got most of it wrong, so impatiently, she repeated it again. Once they'd memorised it, she sent them off.
They came back looking ashamed. "He yelled at us!"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Dominique widened her blue eyes, using her Veela charm full-power. "Did you not say the password Snape?"
"You told us differently!" One of the more daring lads protested. Some of them just glanced at each other, bewildered.
Slowly, Dominique blinked again. "I did no such thing. Go back and say the password I told you before, Snape."
Nodding as if they'd been put in a trance, the first years lined up and filed off. Dissolving in laughter, Dominique threw herself onto the Slytherin common room couch.
Frowning, Scorpius came around the corner. "Who was it this time, Dom? Some ickle first years that don't know any better?"
"Why do you care, Scorp?" Dominique raised a perfect blonde eyebrow. "It's an enjoyable pastime."
"You're incredibly Slytherin," Scorpius wrinkled up his nose.
Crossing her arms tightly to her chest, Dominique hissed, "Is that a bad thing? Is it my fault that you were only placed in Slytherin because of your family? If you weren't a Malfoy, I'm sure you would be in Hufflepuff."
Shocked, Scorpius just stared at her for a minute before he finally said, "That's cold, Dominique."
It was the first time in two years she had heard him call her Dominique. And as he walked off, she couldn't help but feel a little bit guilty.
I didn't mean to call you a Hufflepuff-
Rip, tear, crunch. Another of Dominique's letters went in the trash, and Molly sighed. "What's so hard about writing a letter, Dominique? Of course it should be perfect, but all of yours have been perfect."
"I don't want perfect, Molls," Dominique informed her. "I want imperfect. I want it to scream me and Scorpius.
I'm sorry about the incident last year-
"Too cliché," Dominique muttered, tossing that one in the trashcan too. Molly just rolled her eyes, and then returned to applying eyeliner to her wide turquoise eyes.
"I still don't understand why you're sending him a letter almost a whole year after your massive fight," Molly groaned.
"Nor do I," Dominique replied, eyes still trained on the piece of paper. "But I just have to, y'know? It's like something is telling me to."
"No, I don't," Molly frowned.
Finally, she ended up with this letter:
We haven't really spoken in a year or so, except for in classes and during Quidditch games. I'm sorry for the blow-up last year, it was entirely my fault (Dominique Weasley taking the blame, you can tell I'm sorry now).
But me and you (horrible grammar), we had something special, y'know? I hate cliché and all but it was like we were perfectly imperfect. The sarcastic one and the cool one (that's you). I miss you.
I want to be friends again.
It's been weird without you…
I hope you take me back.
I hope to see you soon, Slytherin bloke.
From, Dominique Weasley (the only Weasley in Slytherin, remember?)
A few days later, she got a letter back. Ecstatically, she pulled it open, ignoring Molly and her other friend Aquarius' cries of 'what's inside?'.
It's great to hear from the one who called me a Hufflepuff. No, really. Obviously I'm not worthy of Slytherin, but I'm worthy of you now.
For the most part, I'm over it. It was in the past, right? However, I still have a little bit of resentment toward you. I still miss you, Dom Maybe we can hang out again sometime soon, I'd suppose, as long as you don't think I'm still Hufflepuff material.
Tell Molly that it's been a long time, yeah? If she's not reading over your shoulder (and yes, Dominique, I still know you that well).
And remind yourself that even though you strike things out, I can still see them. Remind myself of that, too.
Love from, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy
"Hyperion?" Molly dissolved in giggles. "That's his middle name?"
Dominique rolled her eyes. "He wants to be friends again, that's what's important."
They sort of got back on the same routine, DominiqueandScorpius (and sometimes Molly, when she wasn't hanging out with Lysander). But she still tricked people, just because it was fun and just because she was Dominique and that's the way she was.
Once she saw a crowd of third years (she was almost sixth year, then, and she felt herself big and bad) so she just muttered an incantation (wandless magic was her favourite type) and suddenly they were flying way high up in the sky. Smiling as if this is good enough for her, she brandished her wand and walked away, leaving the third years to hang there, muttering about how they might've gotten there.
Suddenly, her body collided with someone else's. She frowned when she saw it was Scorpius, because as he looks up she was sure he saw the third years suspended in the air.
She was right. "Let them down, Dom," he sighed.
Murmuring another incantation, the third years fell onto a mattress. Wide-eyed, they all glanced around, then took off. Scorpius glared at her. "I thought you said you would stop tricking people."
Dominique shrugged. "I've never said that. It's too fun to quit."
"Too fun?" Scorpius raised his eyebrows. "How can it be fun? You're torturing people!"
"Just like your father," Dominique challenged.
"My father was forced into it, it was a life-or-death matter. You're just doing this for the fun of it, to get some kicks. I know you're a Slytherin but that doesn't make it right, Dom. I'm a Slytherin too, and you don't see me walking around torturing others-" Scorpius ranted.
However, he was cut off when Dominique's lips crashed onto his. This was her favourite way to shut people up, even though she'd only tried it a few times. It was actually her favourite trick. Instead of hurting the person, it made them happy- it was a lovely trick.
"You trickster," Scorpius laughed once they pulled apart for breath, his cheeks a lovely shade of red. Dominique was sure hers were too.
"I never said I wasn't," Dominique shrugged, grinning from ear to ear. "This was a good trick, wasn't it?"
"How about you stick to tricks like these? But only with me, of course. Can't have you snogging anyone else. Though, you probably wouldn't want to snog anyone else after you've snogged me," Scorpius beamed from ear to ear.
Smacking his shoulder, Dominique hissed, "Shut up, Scorp," before kissing him again.
Guess this is their imperfect ending, isn't it?
A/N: Well, here comes the next generation!
For future reference: Dominique, Scorpius, Lysander, Lorcan, Rose, Albus, and Molly are all in the same year. Lily, Hugo, Louis, and Lucy are also in the same year. Victoire, Teddy, James, Fred, and Roxanne are all older. Ages vary, as do houses.
Here are the pairings I could be doing: Dominique/Scorpius (DONE!), Dominique/Lysander, Dominique/Lorcan, Dominique/Teddy, Rose/Scorpius, Rose/Lysander, Rose/Lorcan, Rose/Teddy, Molly/Lysander (XD), Molly/Scorpius, Molly/Lorcan, Molly/Teddy, Lily/Teddy, Lily/Lysander, Lily/Lorcan, Lily/Scorpius, Lucy/Lysander, Lucy/Lorcan, Lucy/Scorpius, Lucy/Teddy, Victoire/Lysander, Victoire/Lorcan, Victoire/Teddy, Victoire/Scorpius, Roxanne/Scorpius, Roxanne/Lysander, Roxanne/Teddy, Roxanne/Lorcan, FredOC, JamesOC, HugoOC, AlbusOC, and Louis OC. So many! But this is how this works- you VOTE on which one you want next. So get out there and vote! It's a lot like Kairos, but Kairos is 3G- all three generations- whereas this one is NextGen and can only involve the pairings above. So let's review and start the voting. Hope you liked it!