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Natalie Flint

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Scorpius POV



 

“Sorry, I…I’ll come back later,” Scorpius muttered dazedly, turning to blunder back down the stairs.


“No!” cried Natalie, who seemed to have recovered from her state of shock, “Scorpius! Wait!”


Scorpius didn’t wait. He stumbled down the stairs and into the common room.


Natalie appeared, hurriedly pulling her shirt over her shoulders as she ran after him. Ricardo appeared after her. Their faces were awash with guilt.


Scorpius ignored them and made for the common room exit.


Ricardo raced forward and took his arm, trying desperately to way lay him.


“Scorp just let me-” he panted desperately.

Scorpius swivelled around and executed a hard punch onto Ricardo’s nose. Ricardo yelled in pain.


It felt good, even though Scorpius felt as though he had just broken his knuckles.


“Scorpius!” cried Natalie, running forwards to examine Ricardo.


Ricardo groaned, clutching his nose, which had begun to bleed.


The sight of them was sickening.


“Scorpius,” began Natalie, “Ricardo and I have been seeing each other secretly for months. Then we had a fight and I thought it was over so when you asked me I said yes. I needed a chance to get back at him.”


“You used me?” Scorpius growled.


“Just let me finish!” she snapped. Her ferocity as a beater was starting to reveal itself on her face. She pointed her wand at Ricardo.


“Episkey,” she muttered and a horrible click and a yell of pain from Ricardo told Scorpius she had just mended his nose.


“Anyway,” she continued, “I thought we had a good thing going here. But then we had a fight about Weasley and I was angry so when I bumped into Ricardo just before dinner…no one was around. It just happened. I’m realy sorry.”


Scorpius looked away. He didn’t want to look at her.


“I…I think I love him,” she muttered.


Scorpius looked down at Ricardo who was still moaning on the coach he had dramatically pulled himself onto in a great effort of exaggerated pain. It was pathetic.


“You had a fight about Weasley?” he groaned.


“None of your beeswax,” said Natalie, “And pull yourself together. You haven’t just had a near-death experience.”


“Funny story,” he said, rising from the couch, blood all over his face. “We made a bet that he couldn’t get Weasley.”


Natalie spun around to look at Scorpius,


“Behind my back?” she said, eyebrows raised.


“You really want to talk about two-timing people here?” Scorpius laughed exhasperatedly.


“True.”


“Look,” muttered Scorpius, “If you guys are in love or whatever, I’ll just step aside. I mean it’s not like I’m planning on fighting for you. Hell, I don’t think I’l ever fall in love.”


“Don’t jinx it,” said Ricardo, “It’ll creep up on you otherwise.”


“Yes well,” said Scorpius, taking a step back, “Thanks for those words of wisdom, and I’d just love to stick around but I’ve got a detention. So you can both go to hell.”


He turned his back to them and walked towards exit, grabbing a half-drunk leftover bottle of firewhisky on his way out.


“Oh and by the way,” he yelled over his shoulder, “The bet’s off.”


“Of course, mate,” said Ricardo.


Scorpius ignored him and left.

 












Rose POV

 

 

“Ah, Miss Weasley, Mr. Malfoy,” Professor McGonagall said, looking up from her desk as they walked into her office.


“The trophy room does not require your…cleaning services today. Instead you’ll be cleaning the potions classroom in the dungeons. A student added too many lacewing flies to their Pepperup potion and it resulted in a nasty yellow explosion that won’t come off the dungeon ceiling. As usual no magic. Elbow grease. You’ll find cleaning materials down there. You may go.”


Without another word she went back to the essays she was marking. Rose and Scorpius backed out of her office.


Once they were out in the corridor Rose spotted the bottle.


“What’s with the firewhisky?” she asked, gesturing to it, as he brought it out from behind his back.


“None of your business Weasley,” he said darkly.


“Fine,” she shrugged and they turned down the stairs to the dungeons. The corridors became very narrow and dark and the sound of their footsteps echoed off the walls.


The first classroom they looked into was the one they were looking for. A gooey yellow substance was plastered to the ceiling.


“Joy,” Rose muttered, her expression filled with disgust. She gabbed the bucket filled with bottles. They climbed onto the desks and they began to balance themselves on them so they could reach up and scrub the slime from the ceiling. It was a disgust sunstance and it dripped onto their robes, but refused to be removed by the brushes they were using.


Suddenly Malfoy sat down, put down his brush and uncorked the firewhisky. He lifted it to his lips and drank.


“Oh, you think you’re going to sit and have a drink while I do all the work!” cried Rose, looking down at him furiously.


“Um yeah, looks like it,” he said. He pointed his wand to the ceiling.


“Scorgio,” he muttered.


“Are you mad!” Rose said, “Mrs. Norris could come in any minute.”


“Live a little Weasley,” Malfoy said, taking another sip.


“Ugh,” Rose muttered, turning back to the ceiling to continue scrubbing.


“For merlin’s sake Weasley, don’t be such a teacher’s pet.” He pointed his wand again to where she stood and said,


“Scorgio.”


“Stop it!” Rose cried.


“Make me,” he muttered, drinking the bottle to his lips again.


“Fine,” she snapped. She snatched the bottle from his hand and jumped nimbly onto the next row of desks.


“Give that back Weasley!” he growled. Rose turned around to face him, waving the bottle in the air.


“Make me.”


Malfoy stood up on the desks and jumped to the next row of desks, but she jumped to the next row.


“Stop it,” he snapped.


“No,” she said, laughing. Malfoy muttered darkly under his breath and jumped after her.

 

He caught the edge of the desk with the hem of his trousers and fell, reaching out for the bottle in her outstretched hand. He grabbed it, but she didn’t let go and she promptly tumbled off the desk with him.

 

She landed on top of him and they both groaned in pain.


Rose stared at him. She was lying on top of him on her stomach. He laid on the hard stone on his back and stared back at her. And his hands had a firm grip on her waist, his breath almost ragged.


They stared at each other.


“Weasley?” he muttered in a low voice.


“What?” Rose answered in a whisper.


“Could you get off me?”


“Get your hands off me and I might have a shot at it,” she snarled.

 

His hands immediately shot away like they had been electrocuted. Rose got up and brushed herself off. Scorpius snatched the bottle of firewhisky that was rolling on the floor beside him.


“The lengths you’ll go to just to get my attention,” he said.

 

"Shut it Malfoy," said Rose, "Oh and by the way I'm not a teacher's pet. I just don't want another weeks detention added on."

 

“You are so a teachers pet,” said Malfoy. He drank from the bottle, “I’ve bet you’ve never even had a drink in your life.”


“I have if you must know,” Rose retorted.


Malfoy returned to the old desk, and sat on it.

 

Rose sat down beside him and snatched the bottle away again. She drank from it.

 

It felt like she’d just drunk dishwashing liquid. She swallowed and then coughed.


“Too strong Weasley?” Malfoy chuckled.


“It went down the wrong way you self-righteous git,” she muttered. She took another sip and passed it back to him.


There was a pause.


“I found Flint with Zambini in bed together,” said Malfoy.


Rose let out a long, low whistle.


“Harsh.”


“I don’t need your sympathy,” he muttered.


“Then why did you tell me?” she asked, eyebrows raised.


“Whatever,” he mumbled.


“If you say so,” Rose sighed. He passed her the bottle.


“It might be fun to see you drunk Weasley.”


There was the hint of a smile in his lips.


“Why is that Malfoy?” she asked, drinking and then wiping her mouth with her sleeve.


“Well then you’d actually feel like breaking a rule.”


“I break rules,” she retorted.


“Oh sure,” he said, taking a sip as she passed it back to him, “On here and there. I mean McGonagall’s probably broken more rules than you have.”


“I turned you into a lizard,” she said.


“That was about the height of your sad little rule breaking career.” He passed the bottle back to her.


“I use James’ invisibility cloack at night to sneak out sometimes.” She looked at him, “Just because I don’t get caught doesn’t mean I don’t break the rules.”


Malfoy smiled to himself.


“Hmmm,” he said, “You might be becoming a little less boring.”


“Remember last year when that Slytherin prefect had everything he owned turned bubblegum pink for a month?”


“That was you?” Malfoy exclaimed.


“He made fun of my family. What else was I supposed to do?”


“Oh, I don’t know…agree with him?”


“Shove off, scum bag.”


“Freedom of Speech Rosie, freedom of speech.”


“Don’t call me that!” she snapped.


“OK, Rosie,” he grinned. She scowled at him.


 

 

For a while there was silence. They passed the bottle back and forth without saying a word until Rose noticed the bottle was feeling a little empty.


“Wow,” she said slowly, “I might be a little drunk.” She shook to hear what was left of the firewhisky slosh around against the glass. Her head had begun to spin.


“First time for everything Rosie,” Scorpius smirked.


“I’ve been drunk before,” she muttered. Her voice sounded as if she didn’t have a desire to relive the memory.


“What happened?” asked Malfoy.


“You..you…you,” she paused, looking for the right word, “Mind your own beeswax.”


“Fine,” said Malfoy, looking thouroughly amused.


She turned the bottle upside down and tried to get the rest of the firewhisky to drip into her mouth.


“All my friends think you’re pretty fit, you know?” she said suddenly, turning towards him. Malfoy leaned back, an arrogant smirk appearing on his face.


“Can’t say I’m surprised.”


“Can’t say I agree,” she snapped.


“Your problem then.”


She hopped off the desk and faced him, wavering on the spot.


“I consider it an…an…” she was struggling with her words again, “honour not to like you at all.”


“Feeling’s mutual.”


“You give short answers,” she said, her words becoming slightly slurred.


“It wasn’t an answer. It was a comment,” he said.


“Whatever.”


There was another moment of silence.


“Most of mine think you’re pretty fit too,” Malfoy said, frowning slightly. Rose leaned forwards so tht her face was just inches from his.


“Can’t say I’m surprised,” she laughed. Then she paused, “Actually that is sort of surprising.”


Malfoy raised his eyebrows.


“Bit insecure coming from you Weasley,” he smirked.


“Well it would sound insecure to you, I suppose, seeing how you're an egotistical, self-centred pig you are,” she scowled at him.


“It’s part of my charm.”


“Wow, I have no idea how you’re not single.”


“I am now, remember?” he said.


“Oh, yeah. Sucks to be you, but I don’t give a damn,” she snapped.


“Well you should,” he retaliated, “It’s your fault.”


“Excuse me?” She asked, her eyes widening.


“Flint and I got into an argument about you.”


“Thanks, but I don’t need to know the creepy details of your relationship with Flint,” said Rose. She checked her watch, “I’m leaving, because it’s already ten o’clock.”


“Wow, time flies when you’re having fun.”


They left the dungeon and began to walk up the dark, shadowy staircase.


“We got into a fight after potions because I ignored her in potions to argue with you,” said Malfoy, stopping to face her halfway up the stairs.


“Oh,” she said, turning to look back at him, “So this is all my fault now is it?”


“Yes!” he exclaimed, “Pretty much!”


“Right, I’m the one who drove Flint into bed with Zambini.”


“If we hadn’t argued it wouldn’t have happeded.”

 

“That’s complete and utter bullshit, and you know it,” snapped Rose.


They were standing, barely and inch away from each other, glaring fiercely.


“It’s true,” he said darkly, taking another step towards her. She took a step backwards and found herself against the wall.


He gazed fiercely down at her and put both hands on the wall, on either side of her. She gazed up at him.

 

The heat around her was gathering quickly and she didn’t move a muscle. She was trapped.


“My dad told me not to trust any Weasley’s, and now I can see why,” he said.


 

“I hate you,” she uttered darkly. His eyes hardened


“Well I hate you more,” he muttered.


And then he took her face in his hands and kissed her. 

 











A/N: Hello everyone! I hoped you all liked this chapter, and please leave a review! Updates shall be frequent! 

Oh, and by the way I have some AWESOME new chapter images up for the last couple of chapters, courtesy of ClearPlastic, Esha and Mistletoe @tda, they're there if you want to look at them!!

 

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