A/N: Ok, so this is a story that Prongs wrote a while ago. But it was written in a notebook, so I took the initiative to type it up! Yay! I'm still typing and editing, and once I'm done, Prongs edits it, so it takes a bit for each chapter. Much like if we were writing them. So I'll try to update as fast as possible, but RL gets in the way sometimes! Hope you enjoy the latest story by Prongs!
Hi. My name is Scorpius and I-
Shit. And that's Rose Weasley, currently storming towards me down the hallway, with her red hair blazing around her head like a halo…Shit again. I shouldn't be thinking like that.
"Would you care to explain why there's a first year Gryffindor who's currently in the hospital wing because somebody thought it would be funny to hang him out of a second story window?" She demanded, stopping in front of me and propping her pretty hands on her shapely waist…
"I'd love to explain," I said with my most innocent smile, "but I'm afraid I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." I gave her a mocking bow. "I assure you I'll do my best to find whoever did it, Miss Perfect Prefect." Ugh, that name! He'd called me that ever since I got the badge. I turned to the matter at hand.
"Not necessary. You see, I've already found him. He's standing right in front of me. The first year identified you. You're in for it."
Damn. Why did her eyes have to be so blue? She now had me literally backed against the wall, and was poking me in the chest with each word. Her closeness was doing wicked things to my body. So I gave in, even though my father would be furious.
"I swear, I'm going to have you-MPH!"
I never heard what she was going to have done to me, because my lips closed over hers and my arms went around her waist. For a second, I thought she was responding to me. Then, everything went black.
OH. MY. EFFING. GOD. Scorpius Malfoy just KISSED me! I was yelling at him for the millionth time, and he was just standing in the corner with that stupid smirk, when all of a sudden his head (and hands) were moving at me and his lips pushed against mine, for a second, I was so surprised that I almost kissed him back. But I'm not related to several Aurors for nothing. My instincts kicked in and I did the first thing I thought of. I decked him in the jaw. He slumped down, unconscious. Shoot. If someone saw, especially some of his Slytherin friends… Aw, speak of the devil. Waltzing down the hallway were Trevor Flint, Cecelia Lestrange, and George Goyle. Just what I need, the Testy Trio, known for their tempers and jinxing ability. They hadn't spotted us yet, so I ducked into a near by closet, dragging Malfoy with me. I put my ear to the door. I heard one of the boys ask Cecilia to help him practice the Imdeimentia Jinx. Right there, in the corridor. For half and hour. This was going to be a long 30 minutes.
I flashed back to Malfoy and my first meeting.
"Make sure you beat him in every test Rosie," said my father, pointing to a blonde boy across the platform.
I looked at him and nodded seriously. "Not a problem Daddy." I already didn't like him very much; he looked stuck up and annoying and like one of those boys that would leave the toilet seat up and lie about it later. To my 11 year old self, that was a serious flaw.
I hopped on the train with the rest of my cousins, waving out the window and laughing as my Uncle Harry ran alongside the train. I fell back in my seat, chatting with Al about school and what house we wanted to be in. Soon enough, Mother Nature took over and I had to use the loo. I excused myself and went wandering around the corridors, scowling and muttering to myself about the lack of signs on this bloody train.
I was interrupted in my grousing by an arm shooting across the corridor in front of me, blocking my path. I scowled up (the scowl deepened when I realized I did have to scowl up) at the smirking blonde boy from the platform. Scorpius Malfoy. "Hi," I said sarcastically. "Mind moving the bloody great sausage attached to your shoulder out of my way?"
His smirk deepened. "In fact, I do mind, thank you for asking. And where are you off to, rushing around the train? You must have passed our compartment three times by now. Have to make sure you're not up to trouble," he said in a saintly sort of way, as though he was doing the whole world a favor by checking up on me.
I nearly snarled, swiping at his arm, trying to get him to move it. No way was I admitting I was lost looking for the loo. "None of your bloody business, Malfoy. What if I just wanted to stretch my legs? It's annoying to sit in a compartment for hours on end."
He leaned closer, grinning. "You say 'none of my business,' then you tell me a reason anyway. Sure you're not feeling guilty about something Weaslette?"
I glared. "No, Ferret's son, I'm not. Get out of my way."
He leaned forward while I stiffened and leaned away. Ignoring that, he whispered in my ear, "Loo's behind you Weaselette." Before I could respond, he dropped his arm and disappeared back into his compartment. How on Earth did he know I needed the loo? I considered not using it, just to prove that e hadn't helped me, but I was honestly in danger of an accident now. I muttered to myself, now about 'stupid, bloody, know-it-all ferrets,' as I walked back to my compartment and vowed right there to be better than Malfoy at absolutely anything I could be. I'd even listen to Binn's infamous droning lectures if it meant I could wipe that smug smile off his face.
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