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Only Us by SummerBabe
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Only Us



It was a beautiful day: the sun was shinning, the birds were singing, and Hogwarts was, as usual, in complete and utter chaos.

To be fair, it really had started out as a wonderful day: bright-eyed and cheerful students skipping off to class, professors eager and excited to instruct and fill young minds with infinite amounts of knowledge, ghosts ready and willing to haunt and spoke the little first years, etc.

But then, then things took a turn for the worst.

And then things got really, really ugly.

And then, then things just got down right weird.

Of course, it was all Scorpius Malfoy's fault, despite his pleas and claims of innocence. You see, it all started with a bet...

~*~*~*


"Why does it always have to be a bet, eh? Why can't it ever be a dare or a...or a..."

"Or a what?"

"Will you give me a bloody minute!? I'm trying to think!"

Scorpius Malfoy rolled his eyes at his friend, Albus Severus Potter's, outburst. The dark-haired boy was known for three things and three things only: 1) his bad temper, 2) his love of mischief, and 3) his sickingly famous family.

"Ooh, I've got it!"

"What? You've figured out a synonym for betting?"

"No, of course not! I know what the loser has to do," exclaimed the boy gleefully. Scorpius rolled his eyes. Knowing his demented and morally deprived friend, it was sure to be something unpleasant.

"You gonna tell me or do I have to hex it out of you?" said the ever so witty Scorpius.

"Okay, prepare to have you're mind blown; prepare to be shocked; prepare to be astounded; prepare - "

"Prepare to be thrown to the Giant Squid if you say 'prepare' one more time."

Albus rolled his eyes at the blonde boy. "Okay, so the loser has to kiss the next girl that walks through the doors," said Albus, fully expecting Scorpius's praise of his genius and brilliance at coming up with such an original punishment. Instead of receiving praise, however, Albus was met with a blank, unimpressed look.

"That's what you came up with, kissing a girl?"

Albus nodded his head rapidly, making his unruly dark hair swing hither and thither. "Isn't it brilliant?"

Scorpius stared at Albus in disbelief. "You're a nutter! How the bloody hell is that a suitable punishment? It's the same crap every other bloke comes up with."

Albus rolled his eyes at his friend's stupidity. "Anyone could walk in: a Hufflepuff, Rose," Both boys shuddered at the thought - Albus because he didn't relish having to kiss his cousin and Scorpius because he couldn't stand the cheery, silly girl. Albus gulped and continued, "That Romilda bird, Morningside, Illyria..."

Albus smirked when he saw Scorpius's cheeks flush pink. "Her name is Isolde," he mumbled.

Albus raised an eyebrow knowingly. "Is that so...? Huh, I thought it Illyria. My mistake.” Scorpius rolled his eyes at his delusional friend. Poor Albus always thought that he was so sneaky and sly. He never realized that he was a terrible actor. “So...”

“Yeah,” said Scorpius slowly.

“Are you in?” Scorpius sighed and nodded his head in resignation. “Brilliant! Right, so it’s tonight. Just remember to bring the dungbombs!” Scorpius sighed. What in Merlin’s name had he gotten himself into?



~*~*~*~*~



“Come on, Scorpius, admit it. I’m a genius!” said Albus Potter with a grin.

“More like a loon,” mumbled the blonde-haired boy under his breath.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

“I said, ‘Let’s get this over with.’ ”

“Excellent! You’re up first.”

Scorpius exhaled. “We’re going to be in so much trouble for this.”

“Quite being a coward and get on with it!”

Scorpius clenched his jaw angrily. He was many things, but a coward definitely wasn’t one of them. With a dramatic swish of his robes, he jumped out of his hiding place and strode confidently towards the portrait of a large woman in a hideous pink dress. The woman in the portrait looked at Scorpius suspiciously. “Password?” she asked.

“Fortuna Major,” said Scorpius firmly, desperately trying to project the proud and obnoxious air that most Gryffindors usually did. Seconds passed and he was beginning to grow certain that the fat lady would not grant him entrance. To his immense relief and surprise, the portrait swung open. Scorpius poked his head and looked around for any stray Gryffindors. Steeling himself for the mission ahead, Scorpius took a deep breath and crossed the threshold.

Hearing familiar snickers behind him, Scorpius turned around just in time to flick Albus off before the portrait closed.


~*~*~*~


He was in.

Scorpius Malfoy, son Draco and Astoria Malfoy, was in the Gryffindor Common Room.

“Huh, it’s not as bad as I thought,” muttered Scorpius. “Sure, the colors are a bit repulsive, but all in all, it’s not too shabby.”

“You know you shouldn’t be here, right?”

Scorpius jumped several feet in the air. “Fuck!” he gasped as he held his hand over his thumping heart. “You shouldn’t sneak up on pe - ” Scorpius didn’t finish his sentence. He’d been so busy trying to get his heart rate to return to normal that he had failed to recognize who it was that had spoken.

Until he turned around, that is.

And because the entire universe hated him, he found himself staring into the sparkling blue eyes of Isolde Moriarty.

“Oh, I’m s-s-sorry. I’ll, uh, I’ll just go then,” mumbled Scorpius. He turned towards the portrait, but was immediately paralyzed when a cold hand grasped his wrist.

Isolde’s hand.

At that moment, Scorpius didn’t care if he got caught or he had to serve detention every day for the rest of the year or that he sounded like a poof. The only thing that mattered was the Isolde Moriarty was holding his hand.

Okay, so she wasn’t actually holding his hand, but her hand was touching his own pale hand. Or wrist, to be more precise. It didn’t actually matter because she was touching him! It was exactly like in his dreams.

Well, not exactly, but...

“Are you alright?”

“Huhwah?” said Scorpius as he was snapped out of his thoughts.

Isolde raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at him. “Are you alright?” she repeated.

“Oh, yeah! I’m fine. Better than fine!”

“Excellent! Now that we’ve established that you are indeed fine, you can explain to me what the bloody hell you’re doing in the Gryffindor Common Room.”

Scorpius’ cheeks flushed a brilliant shade of red. “S-Studying?”

“I know you’re in Slytherin, Malfoy. Now, I’m going to ask you one last time: What are you doing here?”

Scorpius tried, he really did, to not confess. He even repeated the oh-so-creative mantra ‘Don’t confess, don’t confess, don’t confess’ over and over in his head, but the moment he looked in his beloved’s eyes, he knew he was doomed. “Albus - that’s my best mate - he dared me to sneak into the Gryffindor Common Room and charm one of the oriental rugs so that it spells out ‘Gryffindors Stink!’ in silver and emerald letters.

Isolde didn’t say anything. Scorpius waited patiently for her to say something, anything, but she remained silent. After what felt like an eternity to Scorpius, he finally looked up, half expecting Isolde to hex him, report him to the Headmistress, and Avada Kedavra his ass, though not necessarily in that order.

“How very creative of you,” she deadpanned.

“Pardon?” asked Scorpius, his expression confused. Isolde Moriarty, Gryffindor prefect and straight O student, wasn’t angry that he, Scorpius Malfoy, Slytherin Slacker, was about to deface the sanctity of the Gryffindor Common Room. It was madness! It was unheard of! It was just plain weird!

Isolde sighed. “You’ve no idea how many Slytherins have tried to harm Morganna’s Rug.” Scoripus stared at her dumbfounded. Here he was thinking that he, Scorpius Malfoy, was about to attempt an astounding and impressive feat, when, in actuality, it had been done several times before.

“Um, okay. I’ll, uh, leave then. I’m sorry for...sorry,” he muttered as he made his way towards the portrait hole.

“Don’t let me catch you in here again, Malfoy,” Isolde called out. Scorpius expelled a breath. That was it? She was going to let him off that easy?

“Okay,” called Scorpius hesitantly over his shoulder.

“Oh, and Malfoy, please inform Potter that if either of you two try anything like this ever again, I will personally see to it that you spend the rest of your Hogwarts careers in detention.” Scorpius couldn’t help but smile. That was the Isolde he knew and loved.


~*~*~*~*~


“I can’t believe you’re scared of a girl, Scorpius! I’m disappointed, I really am.”

“Fuck you,” yawned Scorpius. It was too early in the morning to deal with Albus’ taunting.

“Well, you know what this means,” said Albus gleefully.

“What?” asked Scorpius, not looking up from his breakfast.

“Remember our deal? The loser has to kiss the first girl that walks through the doors.” Scorpius’ head snapped up. He had been so busy thinking about Isolde that he had completely forgotten about Albus’ ridiculous bet. “You lost Scorpius,” the dark-haired git reminded him, “Which means that you have to kiss the next girl that walks in, regardless of who it is.” Just as these words were pronounced, the doors to the Great Hall burst open. In a fit of desperation and panic, Scorpius clamped his hands over his eyes so as to not discover the identity of the cow he had to kiss.

“Fuck,” breathed Albus next to him. Dread welled in Scorpius’ chest. Who did he had to kiss? Weasley? Travers? A Hufflepuff?! “Scorpius!” hissed Albus, urgently tugging at the sleeve of his robes. “Scorpius!”

Gathering up the remnants of his courage, Scorpius pealed his hands from his face and stared gob-smacked at the girl who was standing in front of the doors, looking around the Great Hall.

Isolde Moriarty.

“ ‘ S not fair,” muttered Albus.

Before the last bit of courage left him, Scorpius jumped to his feet and strode purposely toward the girl. Ignoring the confused glances being thrown at him, he grabbed his hand, tugged her toward him and crashed his lips onto hers.

Scorpius was in heaven. It didn’t matter that the kiss was a bit sloppy or that it was likely that he would not live to see lunch. All that mattered was that he, Scorpius Malfoy, was kissing Isolde Moriarty.

After a few seconds, Scorpius pulled away and looked sheepishly at Isolde. Her face was flushed and her eyes were sparkling. Scorpius began to grow hopeful. Maybe she wouldn’t kill him. But as luck would have, the dazed look disappeared from the blonde girl’s face and was replaced with one of complete and utter rage.

In a matter of seconds, she had pulled out her wand and had it aimed at Scorpius’ throat. “Any last words?” she asked sarcastically.

“Thus with a kiss I die?” he quoted, hoping it would endear him to the muggle-literature loving Isolde. For a small moment, he thought he saw a flash of reluctance in her eyes, but it disappeared before Scorpius could even blink.

Levicorpus!” shouted Isolde. Scorpius, being blessed with natural athletic ability ducked just in time. Unfortunately, the curse which was meant for him, hit Donny Masters, a particularly unpleasant boy with a terrible temper, right in the chest and he was pulled into the air. Immediately, he pulled out his wand and from the air, sent a hex toward Isolde. And since luck seemed to have been in a particularly nasty mood that day, the curse missed its intended target and instead hit Wade Anderson, an even burlier sixth year with an even worse temper.

Scorpius threw a panicked glance at the furious-looking Isolde.

And that was when all hell broke loose.




A/N: This was written in response to DarkRose’s Can You Write It? challenge on the forums. I’d just like to say that I tried to portray Scorpius and Albus a bit differently from the way they are usually portrayed. Did it work? or was it a complete and utter failure? Please
review!

Here were my requirements: Scorpius/OC, Mature, title: Only Us - Did I pull it off? You be the judge!

A/N 2.0: Just wanted to point out that this is an old fic that I had published under my old penname.




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