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2012-12-31 09:3415
"I don't want to date you," the girl says as soon as anyone else is out of earshot. Her voice is low and she sounds so angry. She's glaring at him and he wonders what he's done wrong. They've only just met!
"Oh, uhm - Right, then," he responds. Because - What else is he supposed to say to that? It's not as though he's invited her out. His parents set this up, said that their friends invited them to dinner and they have a daughter his age and wasn't that nice?
Only the girl isn't, apparently.
"I don't," the girls says again and she stomps off after their parents.
Maybe not stomps, because she's lighter on her feet than that, but close to, anyway. Her hands are clenched into fists at her sides.
Scorpius' shoulders droop as he follows.
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Scorpius blinks at her, feeling stupid that he could have been so - Well. Stupid. "How long have you fancied him?"
She's staring at the crowd, the shyest he's ever seen her. "Since the summer. Since before that." She shakes her head. "I don't know how long, exactly. I'm sorry, Scorpius."
He realizes she's still holding his hand, so he slips it away from hers and then - And then she's starting to cry. Which he definitely does not want her to do. She's breaking up with him and he feels like an enormous idiot for not catching on sooner, but she's one of his best friends and she can't help who she fancies.
"Right. Well, you know he won't do anything, if we're dating," he says, "So, uhm - We'll tell him we've broken it off, mutual decision, and then we'll find out if he fancies you."
Olivia lifts her head, rubbing the tears from her cheeks, and raises an eyebrow at him. "You'd help me?"
He shrugs and, before he can say anything, she presses her lips to his. His first kiss - (And shouldn't that have been a clue? Only holding hands.) - and it ends as soon as it begins.
She's smiling - teary-eyed, but smiling - as she pulls away. "Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, I love you."
13
"Hanging in there?" Brian, the ever-so popular Ravenclaw Captain with his blue-green eyes and dimples, asks, hand on his shoulder when he stops Scorpius after practice.
He's breathing hard, sore all over, and sweating through three layers on a wintery day, but he nods. He's also shaking. Hasn't stopped since a Bludger nearly took his head off ten minutes ago.
"Sure, yeah," he says, nodding and feeling faint. (But - He wasn't feeling faint a minute ago, only now?)
Brian gives his shoulders a squeeze. "They're not trying to kill you. Ward and Draper, that is."
"I - I didn't think - "
"But Gryffindor might, right?"
"I - I suppose."
He tries to think of who the Beaters on the Gryffindor team are.
"...Because they want that Cup," Brian adds slowly.
Scorpius blinks at the startling blue-green eyes - (One blue and one green, that is. Heterochromia, as Olivia has said when asked.) - and nods. "Right.
Brian smiles his dimpled smile and laughs before giving Scorpius' shoulder a gentle shove. "Come on, Malfoy. Back to work."
12
He's been invited to a study group - Invited! - and he's late. He clutches his bag as he approaches the nearly full table - Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors, all First Years, like him.
They fall quiet when he skids around the table to the empty spot by Emily Moore - First Year Hufflepuff and invitee. She looks a little red around the eyes when she glances up at him.
"Hi," Scorpius says, shuffling his feet and unsure if he's supposed to be invited to sit down or grab a seat for himself. "Sorry, I'm late. I had to talk to Professor Bones, after class." He glances at the quiet group. "Hi."
"Oh, hi Scorpius," Emily says quietly, "I - Could we talk?"
She's already on her feet and pulling away from the table.
Scorpius can only frown and follow her around to the Charms stacks, tensing when he hears the muffled snickers that follow them. He clutches at the strap of his bookbag. "All right?" he asks.
"No," she blurts, face turning red. Her chin wobbles. "I'm sorry, Scorpius, I - " She glances at her feet, wringing her hands, and her voices drops to a deathly whisper. " - I don't think there's room for you in the group. We already have so many, you see, and old Ms Pince has told us to quiet down twice and - I'm sorry."
He stares at a book, red spine with faded letters, that sticks out from the shelf. He reaches around her and tries to push it back where it belongs. "Right," he says, when the book won't fit.
"I'm really sorry," she says again, chin wobbling, before she scurries off, back to her friends and their now not-so-muffled snickers.
He grabs the book and takes it with him, back to the dorms.
"I don't want to date you," the girl says as soon as anyone else is out of earshot. Her voice is low and she sounds so angry. She's glaring at him and he wonders what he's done wrong. They've only just met!
"Oh, uhm - Right, then," he responds. Because - What else is he supposed to say to that? It's not as though he's invited her out. His parents set this up, said that their friends invited them to dinner and they have a daughter his age and wasn't that nice?
Only the girl isn't, apparently.
"I don't," the girls says again and she stomps off after their parents.
Maybe not stomps, because she's lighter on her feet than that, but close to, anyway. Her hands are clenched into fists at her sides.
Scorpius' shoulders droop as he follows.
14
Scorpius blinks at her, feeling stupid that he could have been so - Well. Stupid. "How long have you fancied him?"
She's staring at the crowd, the shyest he's ever seen her. "Since the summer. Since before that." She shakes her head. "I don't know how long, exactly. I'm sorry, Scorpius."
He realizes she's still holding his hand, so he slips it away from hers and then - And then she's starting to cry. Which he definitely does not want her to do. She's breaking up with him and he feels like an enormous idiot for not catching on sooner, but she's one of his best friends and she can't help who she fancies.
"Right. Well, you know he won't do anything, if we're dating," he says, "So, uhm - We'll tell him we've broken it off, mutual decision, and then we'll find out if he fancies you."
Olivia lifts her head, rubbing the tears from her cheeks, and raises an eyebrow at him. "You'd help me?"
He shrugs and, before he can say anything, she presses her lips to his. His first kiss - (And shouldn't that have been a clue? Only holding hands.) - and it ends as soon as it begins.
She's smiling - teary-eyed, but smiling - as she pulls away. "Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, I love you."
13
"Hanging in there?" Brian, the ever-so popular Ravenclaw Captain with his blue-green eyes and dimples, asks, hand on his shoulder when he stops Scorpius after practice.
He's breathing hard, sore all over, and sweating through three layers on a wintery day, but he nods. He's also shaking. Hasn't stopped since a Bludger nearly took his head off ten minutes ago.
"Sure, yeah," he says, nodding and feeling faint. (But - He wasn't feeling faint a minute ago, only now?)
Brian gives his shoulders a squeeze. "They're not trying to kill you. Ward and Draper, that is."
"I - I didn't think - "
"But Gryffindor might, right?"
"I - I suppose."
He tries to think of who the Beaters on the Gryffindor team are.
"...Because they want that Cup," Brian adds slowly.
Scorpius blinks at the startling blue-green eyes - (One blue and one green, that is. Heterochromia, as Olivia has said when asked.) - and nods. "Right.
Brian smiles his dimpled smile and laughs before giving Scorpius' shoulder a gentle shove. "Come on, Malfoy. Back to work."
12
He's been invited to a study group - Invited! - and he's late. He clutches his bag as he approaches the nearly full table - Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors, all First Years, like him.
They fall quiet when he skids around the table to the empty spot by Emily Moore - First Year Hufflepuff and invitee. She looks a little red around the eyes when she glances up at him.
"Hi," Scorpius says, shuffling his feet and unsure if he's supposed to be invited to sit down or grab a seat for himself. "Sorry, I'm late. I had to talk to Professor Bones, after class." He glances at the quiet group. "Hi."
"Oh, hi Scorpius," Emily says quietly, "I - Could we talk?"
She's already on her feet and pulling away from the table.
Scorpius can only frown and follow her around to the Charms stacks, tensing when he hears the muffled snickers that follow them. He clutches at the strap of his bookbag. "All right?" he asks.
"No," she blurts, face turning red. Her chin wobbles. "I'm sorry, Scorpius, I - " She glances at her feet, wringing her hands, and her voices drops to a deathly whisper. " - I don't think there's room for you in the group. We already have so many, you see, and old Ms Pince has told us to quiet down twice and - I'm sorry."
He stares at a book, red spine with faded letters, that sticks out from the shelf. He reaches around her and tries to push it back where it belongs. "Right," he says, when the book won't fit.
"I'm really sorry," she says again, chin wobbling, before she scurries off, back to her friends and their now not-so-muffled snickers.
He grabs the book and takes it with him, back to the dorms.
