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Love Hurts by phoenix_anamagus
Chapter 8 : Throbbing Headache
 
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A/N: I don’t know what I would do without all my wonderful reviewers. I appreciate all your comments. Please keep letting me know what I’m doing wrong and what I’m doing right.
Scorpius Malfoy sat in his room entertaining Sharpe Zabini by repeatedly banging his head against one of the posts on his bed. Their other roommates were still in the common room chatting about Hogsmede and comparing loot. After several more minutes of thumping, Scorpius looked up to see Zabini smiling at him amusement written all over his face.

“She was there when I said…” he seemed unable to go on, but repeated the hourglass motion.

“Yes. Right behind you. Heard every word.” Scorpius resumed his head drumming. He looked up again, a new thought occurring to him.

“But it couldn’t have bothered her!”

“Of course not.” Scorpius sighed in relief. “She was just repeatedly looking at her chest because she thought she might have spilled something on her shirt.”

Malfoy moaned and then dropped his head in his hands. “I am a prat.”

“Yes.”

“You’re not helping!” Zabini answered with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, on a positive note, you’ll only have to wait a few years and she’ll fit your description perfectly.” Zabini gave him a cheeky look.

“How do you know?”

“Oh come off it! Have you seen her mum?”

“Yeah, so?” Zabini sat up and gave Scorpius a look that clearly said “you must be joking!”
“What?” Scorpius slumped against his headboard.

“She’s gorgeous that’s what! There’s no problem figuring out why Potter fancied her.”

Scorpius remembered the redheaded woman he had seen standing next to Albus his first year. Zabini had a point, she was pretty. He thought about Lily standing next to him on the platform ten years from now, encouraging a little blond-haired boy like Lily’s mum had been doing for Al. Heat spread through his body. Zabini gave him a strange look and he struggled to regain the thread of the conversation.

“Don’t tell me you fancy older women, Zabini.”

“No, you idiot! Gingers!”

“You fancy red-heads?”

“Mmmm hummm,” Sharpe said in a dreamy voice.

“Wait. You don’t…fancy Lily, do you?” Scorpius’s heart rate increased.

“No! She’s yours, mate.” Scorpius relaxed. “I…actually…I fancy Rose.”

“Rose Weasley!”

“Well why not? You said you would marry a mudblood if you fancied her looks.”

“Sure. Yeah. I don’t care about her blood. She just doesn’t seem like your type, that’s all. Rather bookish isn’t she?” Though he could understand why Sharpe would like studious, introverted Rose. Although she would stand up for others readily, she wasn’t gregarious and flighty.

“Yeah,” Zabini answered softly staring into space. Then he seemed to come back to himself. “So, it doesn’t bother you she’s not a pureblood?”

“No. Why, should it?”

Zabini shifted position. “Well, I just thought…your Dad…” Scorpius thought of all the “talks” he and his father had had about maintaining pure blood lines.

“My Dad does everything Grandfather tells him to. Frankly, I hate my grandfather. He’s barmy. Look where all that pureblood nonsense got him. No, I don’t care what my Dad says. If love is strong enough to save you from the killing curse then that’s for me. I’m going for love, not blood.”

“That’s me as well. My Dad’s told me plenty of stories about how tough it was having a new step-dad every year. I want something that lasts.” They both stared into the empty room deep in thought until Scorpius finally broke the silence.

“Which brings me back to my original point, I am a prat!”

Zabini just laughed.



The next day Scorpius woke up early for breakfast hoping to say something to Lily to make up for yesterday’s comment. When she walked through the doors, he spit his mouthful of pumpkin juice out. Walking toward him was a Lily with a chest that was hugely disproportionate to her size. He heard several snickers from the boys further down the table and turned to glare at them. They quickly returned to their food.

“Hi, Scor.” She sat next to him and he put forth a great deal of effort to keep his eyes on hers as he turned to answer her. Through the fog in his brain he registered the fact that she had given him a nickname. Scor…he decided he rather liked it.

“Hi…Lily.”

“What’s wrong? Your face is all red?”

“Is it?” He covered his cheeks instinctively and looked resolutely straight ahead. “It’s warm in here.” He watched Sharpe sit down, take one look at Lily, shoot up again, and run from the hall covering his mouth with his hand.

“What’s wrong with him?” Lily asked sounding a bit hurt.

“Uh…stomach ache,” he lied barely able to breathe.

The next person who appeared before them surprised him. Rose Weasley appeared to be trying to muster her most serious look against her face’s better judgment.

“Umm…Lily, could I speak to you for a moment?”

“Sure Rose.” Rose continued to stand there looking as uncomfortable as Scorpius felt.

“Alone.” Rose tilted her head toward the door.

“Okay.” Scorpius watched Lily walk out of the hall. As soon as the door closed behind her, he dropped his head onto the table and moaned. I am such a prat!

He was relieved to see Rose return with a perfectly normal Lily in tow. He silently thanked Rose for talking some sense into Lily. She took her seat next to him blushing slightly, all the more pretty for it, and started eating her breakfast in silence.

“Lily, I…”

“Malfoy, can I have a word?” Albus stood in the place Rose had stood moments before looking murderous. Disgruntled at being interrupted, Scorpius uttered a cursory, “Sure,” before getting to his feet and following Albus out of the Great Hall. They made their way down the hall and into an empty classroom, taking a seat on an empty desk and waiting for the tirade to begin.

“What did you say to her?” Albus began without preamble.

“Nothing…to her.” Scorpius found a carving on the desktop very interesting.

“I haven’t told James what was written on that parchment,” Scorpius looked up to see green eyes glaring at him. “but you hurt her, Malfoy, and I’ll sic my entire family on you!” Scorpius thought of all the Weasleys and Potters attending Hogwarts and cringed a little.

“I don’t plan on…being a prat anymore.” Scorpius hoped this would suffice.
“Make sure you don’t,” and with a last green glare Al stood up and walked out leaving Scorpius with one thought. I am such a prat!


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