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Summary: James resorts to violence, even though he knows it won’t solve much. Things begin to fall apart for some people, however, as a certain boy thinks he’s fallen in love.


Song: Title of this chapter and lyrics used are from the song Diva Lady by The Divine Comedy.


Author Notes: Thanks to everybody who has been reviewing! I really appreciate it. I’ve now got every chapter planned out, and I know exactly what’s going to happen to everyone, and all I can say is there’s going to be a lot of drama involved. I hope you enjoy the results. ;D


 

divalady.png picture by smallstreets
[Sandra Terry, getting what she wants]
credit to .ducky at TDA!


 

 


Chapter Six - Diva Lady


She’s got thirty people in her entourage.
Just in case her ego needs a quick massage.
She’s got a famous boyfriend
They go out in style.
She makes him look hetero
He helps her profile.

 
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Mum and Dad,

Hugo here! Guess what? I got picked as a Beater for the Quidditch team! James said it wasn’t because I was family but because I was good, so I’m really happy.

Anyway there are lots and lots of rumours going around school about Albus and his friends. I’m not sure what to believe. People are saying they are taking drugs and stuff, and Lily keeps getting really upset about it. Rose knows Albus better than me but she won’t talk to me about it.

This is a short letter because I have an essay to write for Defence and it’s going to be really difficult.

Lots of love,

Hugo x

 

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Much to James’s delight at a practise on Halloween, his new Quidditch team was shaping up to be pretty damn good.

His new additions to the team were working well with the regulars, and nobody was sticking out at all as awkward. Even the one James had been worried about - Lewis Hutchinson - was performing well, him and Hugo proving to be a troublesome and forceful pair of Beaters. Olive was still an exceptional Keeper. He thought he was doing pretty good as a Seeker. Nicholas, Adam and Conor were amazing Chasers.

Not only that, but Conor was causing him to go embarrassingly pink whenever she looked his way.

He’d confessed to Nicholas and Adam how he felt about her, and they’d made it their duty to leave the two of them alone whenever possible. He was grateful for his best friends; they understood that he’d never be able to get her on her own himself, without seeming like an arrogant prat. So far all he’d managed to do was talk in a stupidly squeaky voice in front of her, and make a few stupid jokes that she’d seemed to force a laugh for, but at least he hadn’t made her hate him.

The evening began to plunge the day into darkness, and it looked like it was going to rain at any moment, so James decided to call it a day. He yelled over the growing wind for everybody to land and everybody - looking quite pleased with how the practise had gone - sped to the ground. James reached it last, and climbed off his broom, grinning at everybody.

“I’m not usually this optimistic, but I reckon the cup’s in the bag for us this year!” he enthused, and everybody nodded in agreement. “Right, then, well done to everyone, if we keep this up the match against Slytherin will be ours for sure. Let’s call it a day and head back to the castle for showers, yeah?”

Before he knew what was happening, however, Nicholas, Olive and Adam were rushing off to put the equipment away - smirking at him wickedly, and Lewis and Hugo were walking back together, deep in discussion of Beater techniques for the upcoming match against Slytherin. That left - rather suddenly - him and Conor alone.

She grinned at him, beginning to walk up to the looming castle, and he followed along side, feeling rather like some lovesick puppy. Before he could help himself, he’d blurted out something that had been puzzling him for ages - “Why do you have a boy’s name?”

Conor raised her eyebrows, and he coloured, but he was soon relieved to see her smiling. “You get straight to the point, don’t you?”

“Uh - well -”

“Don’t worry about it, everybody asks one time or another,” she shrugged, and then wrinkled her nose. “My dad was dead set on having a boy when my mum was pregnant with me. He’d already decided on the name Conor, and then when I turned out to be a girl he hadn’t got the heart to change it. I feel a bit stupid, to be honest.”

“Oh, no, I like it, it suits you,” he assured her, quickly, and then winced. “I mean - not that you’re like a boy, of course, uh, far from it actually, but -”

“Thanks, I guess,” she sniggered, looking nothing but amused at how flustered he was getting. They remained in an awkward silence as they headed into the castle, James mentally cursing himself and wondering what to say to sound a bit more suave. Would complimenting her be too much? They barely knew each other.

As they passed through the Entrance Hall, he couldn’t help but say, “I like your shorts.”

“My -” she paused, and looked down. She was wearing a simple pair of black shorts to practise in, and looked bewildered at his compliment. He wanted to die, right there and then. Her shorts?! He could have said he liked her eyes or her hair or her accent or anything, and he said he liked her shorts? Really charming, James. “Er. Thank you.”

“Sorry, that was a stupid thing so say,” he said, in a rush. “I meant. I don’t know, actually. Just, you’re really good at Quidditch and I’m glad I picked you for the team. You’re like. I don’t know. I’m not sure where I’m going with this, ha ha. You do have nice, er, shorts though. It just kind of came out wrong.”

She fixed him with a strange look as his breathless rambling trailed off, her dark eyes making him experience a strange, warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. “You’re very sweet, you know,” she commented, slowly, and he broke out into a grin.

“I’m -”

“Oh, look, Edward! It’s James Potter and some pretty girl. Don’t they look nice together?”

James turned, sharply, his skin crawling at the sound of the jovial male voice. It was, sure enough, Scorpius Malfoy, leant against the wall, idly playing with the hem of Edward Belby’s sleeve. Edward smiled at James, nervously, but his eyes soon returned to the blonde boy by his side. Scorpius was smiling, too, but it was more of a smirk. James sighed, heavily, frustrated and heavily annoyed that the moment between Conor and him had been ruined by this idiot.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” he asked, angrily. “Can’t you go back to your slimy little dungeon and leave everybody in peace?”

“Oh, I can, I suppose,” Scorpius laughed, smugly. “I suppose your lovely brother will be there, won’t he? Probably in our bedroom. Just waiting for me. Isn’t that a nice thought?”

“What the hell?” James asked, a little unsure whether or not he was being serious. He knew his brother was with that strange Ava girl, but sometimes it seemed like he and Scorpius were such good friends they were practically married. He wouldn’t care if Albus was gay or bi or whatever, but with Scorpius? The thought made him want to murder. “Shut it, Malfoy. By the way, Edward, I don’t know why you’re with him. He’ll mess you around, you know. Does Rose know about this?”

“Er. No, not exactly,” Edward admitted, looking at the floor. “Don’t tell her, please?”

“It’s not my place to,” James explained, gruffly. “But if I were you -”

“Luckily, Edward dear isn’t you, James. So you’ll just have to be content with thinking about me when you’re all alone in bed, won’t you? Oh, I bet you’d love to door to open and night and for me to slip in to the dormitory, wouldn’t you? Naughty, naughty.”

“Shut up right now, or -”

“Aw, are you getting embarrassed? You’re much easier to break than Allie. It takes lots and lots of drugs just to get him to blush, you know. Mmm, but it doesn’t take too much to make him kiss me. You should know that your brother’s actually an amazing -”

James couldn’t help it. He shoved Scorpius hard into the wall, and drew back his fist. For the first time in James’s memory, worry - even fear - passed over Scorpius’s face, and he flinched, evidently bracing himself for the blow. The strange, innocent action made James paused, and then swear. He couldn’t hit him. Albus would kill him if he did, anyway.

“Fine,” he growled, lowering his fist. “But listen to me, Malfoy. You keep your stupid comments to yourself, and keep your filthy fingers off my brother. One more little bit of cheek from you, and I won’t hold myself back from messing up your pretty little face, you get that? You‘re not charming or lovable or whatever else other people see you as, not to me. You‘re a slime ball and a cheat and a heartbreaker, and I hate you, understand? One day my brother‘ll see sense, and then you might actually shut up. That‘s if you don‘t destroy him first.”

Scorpius stared at him with wide, grey, insolent eyes, all traces of brightness gone. He didn’t say a word, instead shoving past James and stalking away, presumably to the dormitories. Edward left, too, heading up the stairs, probably to the Gryffindor tower. James let out a long breath, still feeling furious, and turned back to Conor - to find that she had gone.

He cursed and closed his eyes, knowing his threats had probably shocked her, or ruined what she thought of him.

Fuck you, Scorpius Malfoy, he silently thought to himself, and then went off in search of Conor, to try and explain away his aggression.

 

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“Rarr, I’m going to suck your blood!” Albus announced, enthusiastically, as the dormitory door opened and Scorpius came in. He stood up, brandishing his cloak for effect, and baring his newly, magically-sharpened fangs. Scorpius stared at him, eyebrows raised, and so Albus pounced. He pushed Scorpius back on a bed and pressed his teeth against the soft skin of his neck, laughter escaping him against his will. “Rarr!”

Albus knew he was acting more than a little childish, but he couldn’t help it. Dressing up, especially for Halloween, was always so much fun. They were having a fancy dress party that night and he was unusually excited. He’d found the perfect spell to get real fangs, and he was remarkably proud of the fact he hadn’t blown up his own mouth in the attempt of it. He’d wanted Scorpius to be impressed, or at least amused.

A little disappointingly, though, Scorpius just stared up at him, blankly.

Albus climbed off of his best friend, instead sitting down next to him, crossing his legs, and gravely informing him, “You’re not a very good victim, you know.”

“Sorry,” Scorpius sighed, sitting up and rubbing his neck. “Why are you pretending to be a vampire, then?”

It was Albus’s turn to stare now. “It’s Halloween, remember? The fancy dress party? We went out and got our costumes at the weekend? Ringing any bells?”

“Oh, yeah, the costumes,” Scorpius agreed, looking across at his bed to see his own laid out for him, which Albus had done earlier. “I don’t want to wear mine anymore. I’ll look stupid.”

Standing up, Albus ran a hand through his dark hair, more than a little bemused. Scorpius was missing - well, that spark that he usually had. That glint in his eye, that skip in his step, that flirt in his voice. Everything that made Albus like him so much, everything that made him bright in the grey world they lived in.

Damn, he didn’t even want to dress up as a kitten for the party. There was most certainly something wrong.

“Come on, you’re dressing up whether you like it or not,” Albus protested, bundling the costume up in his arms and dropping it on Scorpius’s lap. “You know how nice you looked wearing that headband with the furry ears on. You didn’t shut up about it all day when you found it!”

“I suppose,” Scorpius said, slowly, “that I’ll dress up then. For you.”

“That’s the spirit!” Albus grinned, and practically bounced over the mirror to continue applying eyeliner. He wasn’t much in the habit of wearing make-up, but tonight he had no reservations. He noticed, though, in the mirror’s reflection, that Scorpius was staring glumly at the floor. “Okay, mate, that’s totally not the spirit. What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” Scorpius repeated, a little loudly, standing up. “What’s wrong is that I’m destroying you. I just. Oh, never mind. I’ll go dress up as a kitten and smile and fuck someone pretty and pretend I’m amazing some more, shall I?”

“Destroying me?” Albus asked, turning from the mirror, more than a little startled. “You’re not destroying me. We’re destroying each other, aren’t we? Has someone said something?”

“Never mind, Albus,” Scorpius said, smiling faintly, and began to pick through his costume.

“Albus? Since when have you called me that?”

“Oh.” Scorpius stopped, and then looked his dark-haired friend straight in the eye, seeming uncertain. “Allie. Allie.”

Suddenly, colour seemed to flood back into Scorpius, his grey eyes glittering. “Right you are. Albus is such an ugly name; I can’t believe I even tainted my tongue by saying it. Time to get dressed, then, eh? I’ll have to go impress everybody with my innocent little kitten look, won’t I?”

“That you will,” Albus laughed, worry fading fast. “Except, I doubt there’ll be much innocence going on, you little sex kitten.”

 

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A couple of hours later, the party was well under way, and Albus was having an amazingly good time. Dexter had gotten a new strain of pills from his brother, and Albus felt as though he were floating, without a single care in the world. Ava was dressed as a fairy, looking extremely pretty, and Albus had to kiss her every few minutes just to be satisfied.

He’d squirted fake blood all over the white shirt he was wearing, and he had black eye shadow smeared around his eyes, and he was pretty sweaty from all the dancing, so he knew he looked like a mess. But he didn’t care at all - he was having a damn good time, and all was going well.

Well, not all.
Scorpius sat alone in the corner, looking gloomily off into space. 

He was dressed in very tight black trousers and a grey shirt, with whiskers painted on his cheeks, a fluffy tail magically attached to the seat of his trousers, and his headband-ears firmly on his head. Albus had to admit he looked quite sweet, and without drugs or alcohol affecting him, he looked much younger than usual.

Edward had been with him earlier, but it seemed Scorpius was still very despondent, and so now the brown-haired Gryffindor was at the drinks table, alone, and looking concerned. Nobody else seemed to have noticed that the usual life and soul of the party was sulking in the corner. Albus wondered, vaguely (thanks to the pills), if he should go and see what the matter was. But Scorpius would tell him if he’d wanted him to know, wouldn’t he?

As he stared over at his friend, a pair of arms slipped around his waist, and somebody sighed in his ear. “What’s wrong with him?” Ava murmured, resting her chin on Albus’s shoulder. “He hasn’t taken anything all night, it’s really odd.”

“I don’t really know,” Albus sighed, turning and pressing his lips against hers. He felt her smile, her arms sliding around his neck, and he smoothed his across her hips, pulling her closer. She smelled like shampoo and soap, her dark hair curled and tickling in his cheeks, and he couldn’t help but grin into the kiss. God, he needed to get some more of these pills off of Dexter some time. They were making him forget all his guilt and doubt, and actually making him into a well-behaved boyfriend.

They broke apart after a minute or two, and Albus glanced at his reflection on a mirror on the far wall. His mouth was smeared with bright red lipstick, and it had made his costume even cooler. He bared his fangs to Ava, who giggled, and planted another kiss on his forehead. “Go see Scorpius,” she smiled, glancing at the silent blonde boy. “Make him feel better, okay? I feel bad for him.”

“As you wish, you lovely little fairy,” Albus smiled, saluting her. “Then I shall come back and bite your -”

“Oh, it looks like he already has company,” Ava suddenly cut through him, voice cold. Albus, startled at the change of tone, turned, to see a posh Ravenclaw girl from their year settling herself in the seat by Scorpius, who looked up, surprised. “It’s that stuck-up bitch, Sandra Terry. She had better not try anything with him.”

Albus, watching the way the girl smiled at his best friend, couldn’t help but silently agree.

 

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Scorpius knew he wasn’t acting anything like his normal self, but he didn’t much care.

Occasionally - very occasionally, in fact - he sunk into a strange, depressed mood, and wondered why exactly he was usually so carefree and bright and happy. There didn’t seem to be a point to it, and James’s words had definitely stung. He was doing Albus more damage than good, surely? Albus was from a good - no, great - family, and Scorpius had dragged him into drugs and alcohol and rebellion. He was a terrible person, he knew, and he couldn’t even bring himself to get high in an attempt to rid himself of all the guilt.

He glanced up from the corner he was sat in, to see Albus and Ava happily making out in the middle of the room. They looked so happy, it almost made him want to go and shove straight through the middle of them. Couldn’t they see how unhealthy this whole thing was for them? Pills, fairy dust, Screechsnap? It was fine for him, he knew he was in too deep and would never get out, but they had a chance at being normal.

Heaving a great sigh, he looked back down at his black jeans. He had absolutely no idea why he wasn’t dancing and kissing himself, but he was in the middle of one of his exceedingly rare not-in-the-mood moods, and would just have to wait to snap out of it and be alright again. Then, he’d forget about feeling bad, and just live again.

There was the sound of movement to his left, and he looked up, hoping it was Albus. Maybe his over enthusiastic vampire of a friend could shake him out of his silly mood. To his surprise, however, it was a rather pretty girl from his year, who he vaguely knew to be extremely rich and well spoken, and called Sandra. He thought she was in Ravenclaw, too.

“Hello,” she smiled, moving a little closer to him on the settee. He started, wondering what she wanted from him, but before he could do anything else, she crossed her legs, causing her skirt to ride up her thigh a little more. It revealed the top of her stockings, and suddenly he had to pause and swallow, hard. He’d always been a sucker for lingerie.

“Hey,” he replied, in a weak attempt at his usual cheerful tone. “Can I help you?”

“Mmm, I was about to ask you the same thing,” she laughed, voice soft. She raised a slim eyebrow and moved a hand to his cheek, tracing a whisker. “You look lovely as a kitten, you know. It almost makes you seem innocent.”

“Almost?” he asked, smirking, feeling his bad mood lessening.

“You’ve done so many naughty things in your life that you’ve lost count, I’m sure,” she commented, now running a finger along his jaw line. “I think it’s nice. Isn’t it a little lonely, though? You always seem to be with different people every night. Wouldn’t it be nice to wake up next to somebody and know they’re not going to regret it in the morning? Somebody who understands you?”

Without quite meaning to, or really knowing why, Scorpius half-glanced at Albus at this. His friend was watching him, an odd look on his face, and Scorpius had to look away. What Sandra had said… well, it was all so true, it made his stomach twist painfully. He wondered if she understood how it felt, and looked up at her with wide, grey eyes.

“Yeah, that would be nice,” he replied, hoping he didn’t sound as stupidly emotional as he felt. “It would be amazing, actually. But I wouldn’t get your hopes up, love. I don’t tend to stay faithful for too long, whatever I feel for the boy or girl in question.”

“Well, then,” Sandra whispered, leaning even closer, now running her fingers through his blonde hair, “the boy or girl in question would just have to make sure you’re always - ah - satisfied, wouldn’t they?”

Okay, Scorpius thought, his bad mood was definitely gone now. He could feel his old self flooding back in, and damn, it felt good. He leant forward, pressing his lips against her soft ones, feeling a rush of butterflies and adrenaline mixing pleasantly in his stomach. Pulling back, he smiled, brightly. “Want to see if you can satisfy me, then?”

She smiled, strangely triumphantly. “I’d love to.”

“Well, I think my dormitory is free,” he offered, standing up and holding a hand out to her. She stood and took it, nodding, not a trace of shyness about her. For some reason, her confidence was driving him absolutely wild. He led her out of the room, not sparing anybody else a glance.

Scorpius Malfoy was back, and with an exhilarating, beautiful girl that he didn’t feel like getting rid of just yet.

 

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Albus watched Scorpius go, feeling a strange, painful twinge deep inside. He didn’t know why he felt so bad about seeing what he’d seen so many times, and he was glad his best friend had returned to his old self, but still. There had been a strange new glitter in his eyes when he’d looked at Sandra, and Albus just couldn’t get the sight of it out of his head.

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There was a searing pain in Edward’s chest as Scorpius kissed the girl.

He stared after them as they left, breathing heavily, and it took him five minutes to realise he’d dropped his drink.

 

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The morning washed over Hogwarts mercilessly, sunlight pouring through the windows as the birds began to sing. Deep in the dungeons, the sixth year Slytherin male’s dormitory was home to one more occupant than usual. Dexter Forest was curled into a tight ball in his bed, snoring loudly. Milo Eights was only half-asleep, because he liked to hear the birdsong in the morning. Kaito Sato lay on his side, dreaming about his current crush. Albus Potter lay on his front, face still smudged with makeup and clothes still his vampire get-up. Scorpius Malfoy, however, was completely awake, his arm around the waist of one Sandra Terry.

He planted a kiss on the top of her brown hair, as she slept. They’d had, well, an exceptional amount of fun the night before, and he couldn’t get out of his head how perfect she was. She was confident, flirty, pretty, sexually adventurous, classy… without quite knowing how, he knew that his heart was won over. She seemed to genuinely like him for him, too, not just for his drugs or his looks.

His mind briefly turned to Edward, and he actually felt, for a moment, guilty. Edward doted on him to a maddening degree, but Scorpius had felt something back, he knew. Edward was sweet and attractive and loving - but he didn’t understand, not like Sandra seemed to. He didn’t understand how lonely Scorpius could somehow feel, or why he was so confident and cheerful all of the time. No, Edward could never have lasted - Scorpius would have broken his heart sooner or later, and he didn’t want to. It would have been inevitable, though.

He moved from the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping girl, and slipped his dressing gown around him. He squinted across the room, his eyes adjusting to the half-darkness, and then padded across to his sleeping best friend. Albus was in the middle of rolling onto his back, fast asleep, and Scorpius sat on the bed next to him.

Smirking, he noticed the smears of red all over Albus’s face, and his smudge eye shadow, and tried to remove some of it with his thumb. It didn’t do much good, however; all it achieved was causing Albus to stir, his green eyes flickering open and focusing on Scorpius. He swallowed, blinking a couple of times. “Hey,” he said, quietly.

“Morning,” Scorpius replied, quietly so as not to wake everybody else. “You look like you’ve been playing with your mother’s make-up bag, you know.”

Albus groaned, closing his eyes. “I passed out last night before I had time to wash it off. I’ll have a shower in a minute.”

“Yeah, I think that’d be a good idea,” Scorpius laughed. “Did you have a nice time last night, then?”

“It was good,” Albus replied, sitting up and running a hand through his black hair. “You should’ve tried some of the new pills. They’re amazing. Hey, where did you get to last night, anyway? You disappeared pretty early.”

Scorpius smiled despite himself, biting his lip and looking down. God, even the thought of her was making him feel shy and strange. He looked Albus in the eye and then murmured, “I fell in love.”

He had expected Albus to laugh, or to congratulate him, but he most certainly hadn’t expected him to begin to choke. As he had a coughing fit, Scorpius helpfully hit him on the back, and in a matter of moments Albus was staring at him with wide, watering eyes. Scorpius knew it was because he’d been coughing, but it still amused him to imagine Albus crying over the news.

“You’re what?” Albus asked, voice hoarse and confused. “With who?”

Scorpius explained it all to Albus, how she understood and how she looked and how she acted, and Albus silently listened, expression unreadable. When he was finally finished, Albus stayed silent for a minute longer, before smiling - a little forced, it seemed to Scorpius - and running a hand through his hair again. “Well done, mate. I hope it goes well for you, I’m afraid love is an unexplored land for me.”

With that, Albus had jumped from his bed and rushed over to the shower, without sparing his dumbstruck friend another word or glance. Scorpius stared after him for a full minute, wondering what on earth had just happened, before his eyes fell upon the sleeping Sandra and all thoughts of Albus slipped from his mind.

He smiled, stood up, and went to wake her with a good morning kiss.

 

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A/N: What did you think, then? I bet Sandra Terry is a really popular character with you all… *cough* Also, I’d really, really appreciate it if people could review telling me who their favourite character is! I’m really intrigued and wondering if what I think is actually right. :D

 

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