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Ravenclaw Rivals by MugglebornWitch
Chapter 8 : Harsh Punishment
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“Ahh, Mr. Malfoy. Do come in,” Weatherby said as Scorpius knocked on the professor’s open classroom door. “So glad you could make it.” 

“Yes, Sir,” muttered Scorpius. 

“Have a seat, young man.” Scorpius did. “Do you know why you have detention this evening?” 

“Because I got caught?” Scorpius asked testily. 

“Caught doing what?” 

“You’re the one who caught me, Sir, so shouldn’t you know?” 

“You’d do well to mind your mouth, Mr. Malfoy. Just because I am an old friend of your grandfather’s does not mean I will take special consideration for you. Actually, knowing how you turned out, I should be particularly harsh in this punishment. A half-blood?” Weatherby hissed. “Is that what your father raised you to be? A half-blood lover?” 

“Her blood status has nothing to do with it,” Scorpius replied. 

“You’ll be doing lines tonight, Mr. Malfoy. A good old friend of mine, Delores Umbridge, has given me a special quill for you to use. You will copy the phrase `I will not snog witches with dirty blood` one hundred times.” 

“That’s ridiculous!” Scorpius shouted as he darted up from his seat. “She’s got nothing to do with this. I got caught snogging and it doesn’t matter who it was with!” 

“Write it!” shouted Weatherby. 

“And if I refuse?” 

“In that case, I shall keep you here until you do. Isn’t tomorrow Hogsmeade?” 

“You can’t do that,” Scorpius hissed. “It’s unjust.” 

“I suggest you start writing, Mr. Malfoy,” Weatherby said simply. 

Scorpius scowled but refused to allow Weatherby to make him miss his first real date with Rose. 

He also refused to acknowledge the blood seeping from the incredibly cruel words that were being etched into his skin. He wouldn’t give the git the satisfaction of knowing that Scorpius was both in pain and incredibly embarrassed. He knew Rose would be waiting up for him. 

An hour later, Scorpius walked through the portrait hole to Ravenclaw Tower. Just as he suspected, Rose was sitting on the couch reading a book. He tucked his left hand behind his back and walked closer. “Hey, Rosie.” 

“Scorpius,” she gasped as she placed a hand over her heart. “You frightened me. How was detention? What did he make you do?” 

“Just lines,” the blonde responded, scratching the back of his neck with his uninjured hand. 

Rose narrowed her eyes in suspicion and Scorpius knew he was in trouble. He should have known that `just lines` wasn’t the right answer to her question. She was always one step ahead of him. He just couldn’t let her see what the words on his hand said. Whether he fought Weatherby or not, the words would hurt her and he’d done that enough in the past. 

“Just lines? Really? What were they?” she asked, her eyes following his hidden arm. 

“Just about snogging after hours in empty classes.” 

“Why don’t I believe you?” she asked him, eyes still narrowed. 

“I don’t know, Rose. Why don’t you believe me?” 

“Because you’re lying and I can’t figure out why. I also don’t know why you’re hiding your left hand. Show it to me.” 

“No,” he responded. 

“Scorpius, show me your hand,” she demanded. 

“Make me,” he spat before he realized that she probably could. 

Immobulous!” she shouted at him and he froze. Pure panic rose up in his chest as Rosie stood and walked over to him. “Localus Finite Incatatum,” she sad as she pointed to his arm. She pulled it away from his body and searched it from top to bottom. When she reached his hand, she gasped and dropped the limb. She muttered the full counter-curse softly and walked back to the couch and sat down. She had tears in her eyes and Scorpius wanted to kill the git who had done this. 

“Rose …” he started. 

“No,” she whispered. “N-no. It’s – It’s alright. I was just … no one’s called me that before. And don’t deny it’s me or else you’d have to admit you were snogging some other girl and I don’t think you are and I am a half-blood so it makes sense …” 

“Rose …” 

“It’s just really odd that your detention would have been that unless your dad knows …”

“He doesn’t care about blood …” 

“Or your grandfather but I don’t think he would know about us. I don’t see how he could. I mean, I know my mum and dad know but I certainly didn’t – don’t – expect you to tell your mum and dad …” 

“Rosie …” 

“So it means that Weatherby really is a bigoted git and shouldn’t be able to teach at Hogwarts!” she finished. 

Scorpius stood there for a minute before slowly walking over to the couch and sitting beside her. “You okay?” he asked. 

“I should be the one asking you that, Scor,” she said softly as she pulled his hand onto her lap, her fingers running gingerly over the quickly-scabbing words on his hands. “You should see Madam Pomfrey.” 

“I won’t give him the satisfaction. Sure, it hurt like bloody hell, but I can’t go up there. Then he’ll have won and I won’t permit that.” 

“Scor,” she whispered as a tear rolled down her cheek. She brought his hand up to her lips and placed a gentle kiss on each word. 

“I don’t care what he says or thinks, Rose,” he said vehemently. “I don’t care what anyone thinks about us but you. I mean, it can’t be all bad if your dad is okay with it. So I don’t feel the need to justify us to anyone, Rosie. I’m happy with you.” 

“We’ve only just begun,” she said with a smile. 

“Feels like I’ve been with you forever,” he said seriously. “And it feels good.” 

Rose smiled once more and leaned in to kiss him. Their lips met and neither one was thinking about detentions, parents, bigots, classes … actually, neither was thinking about anything but the feel of the other’s lips against their own. 

Scorpius held her hand with his injured one and moved his uninjured one up into her hair. His tongue peaked out to gently touch her bottom lip and he smiled slightly when she didn’t even hesitate in opening to him.

He was slightly shocked, however, when she threaded her free hand in his hair and reclined back on the couch. He found himself above her, not really knowing when they got there, and honestly not really caring. It felt brilliant! 

“Rose,” he gasped as they broke for unfortunately-needed air. “I’m on top of you.” 

Rose blushed a brilliant Weasley red and smiled shyly. “I noticed.” 

“Did I … or did … you?” 

“I – I think I did. I mean, I know it’s what I, you know, wanted to do,” she told him. 

“Y-you did?” 

“Just for a bit of a good snog!” she told him urgently. “I-I wasn’t … I didn’t mean for …” 

“I wasn’t going after a shag tonight, Rosie,” he laughed as he rolled so he was behind her, his back to the couch and her back to him, injured hand still threaded with hers. “I was just a little shocked that you were, you know, wanting to snog that … I don’t know … heavy.” 

“Sorry,” she muttered. 

“Don’t be,” he said gently as he placed a kiss on her shoulder blade. “I wanted it too. Have for quite a while.” 

“It felt right,” she said with a slight shrug. 

“It did,” he acknowledged.  

“You know, I don’t think I told you this, but when Mum and Dad came to my detention I told Dad everything with you felt natural, like it should be part of my schedule. Wake up, shower, get dressed, kiss Scorpius. I didn’t lie, you know. It feels like this is the way it’s meant to go.”

“I agree,” he smiled as he shifted again so he was hovering above her. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “Now, to bed with you. We have a date tomorrow!” he told her with a smile as he removed himself from the couch. 

“Our first,” she smiled as he pulled her up as well. 

“First of many,” he vowed.

“Promise?” she asked softly, stepping into his outstretched arms. 

“On my life,” he whispered before kissing her once more, hugging her, and heading to the boys’ dormitory. She smiled after him and headed to her own.

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