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Draco's Disappointment by mazureau
Chapter 12 : Classmates and Dreamy Dimples
Rating: MatureChapter Reviews: 2

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“You are taking what?” 

“Muggle Studies, Father. Professor Sprout insisted.” 

He watched his father’s expression through the fireplace in the Hufflepuff Common room. Deciding that it was better to alert Draco of the current proceedings sooner rather than later, he’d immediately sent an owl during lunch break. A response came during dinner with instructions to speak by floo. 

Now he was in the middle of the conversation. 

Father was NOT pleased. 

“I can’t believe she has the audacity to force you to take that filthy muggle course.” 

“It’s not that bad, Father. At least I’m still able to keep my other classes. I can handle the extra work.” He partially understood his father’s frustration; although he was uncomfortable with his father’s use of the term “filthy” in regard to anything muggle. 

“There’s no need for you to try to persuade Professor Sprout to change her mind.” 

He noticed his father staring at him oddly. “If you weren’t informing me of this information to have me interfere, then why tell me at all?” He asked. 

Scorpius shrugged, “It seemed better to tell you now than have you find out at the end of term.” 

“I see.” 

The two were silent for a moment. Scorpius tried to break the awkwardness. “Is Mother back from New York?” 

“No,” Draco said, bluntly, “she’s had to stay longer. In fact she may be making a permanent home there and closing up the London flat.” 

“You’re moving to New York?” Scorpius asked incredulously. 

“No, apparently I’ve inherited a cottage in the Channel Islands from a distant family member. I’m leaving at the end of the week to see if it is livable.” 

“What family member?” Scorpius thought he knew all of his mother and father’s families. 

Draco sighed, “Marius Black was my mother’s great-uncle. He lived to be 103.” 

“I don’t ever remember hearing about him.” 

“That’s because he was a Squib. Cygnus Black blasted him off the family tree when it was discovered he had no magic. The family hid him away until he was old enough to be make it on his own in the Muggle World.” 

Scorpius didn’t know what to say. 

“Well then,” Draco snorted to the silence, “enjoy your muggle course,” and the conversation ended. 

Scorpius stared at the embers and felt some semblance of relief. His father’s words stung, but all in all, the conversation could have been a lot worse. He actually felt he got off easy. The information about Marius Black was interesting. 

Then why did his stomach feel so funny? 

The sound of shuffling and snuffling caught his attention. He turned around to see Justine near the entrance. She had tears running down her cheeks. 

“Jussy, what’s the matter?” He asked. 

She rolled her eyes, “The usual. James Potter is such a prat. He made a spectacle of me at dinner—trying to ask me out again. As if I would ever have anything to do with him!” She wiped at her tears. 

“Don’t cry over him. He isn’t worth it.” 

“I know he’s not. I don’t understand why he gets to me so. “ 

“Some people just have a knack for being super-annoying.” 

She laughed. “I’m sorry Scorpius, I heard your conversation with your dad. I had come to the Common Room to calm down and assumed it would be empty. I walked in on your talk and heard the entire thing.” 

“That’s alright. I’d be telling you about it anyway.” 

“Are you upset?” 

“No, I’m not upset with you, not at all.” 

“No, thank you, but that’s not what I meant. Are you upset with your dad?” 

“No,” he said resignedly, “it’s just what I’m used to. I’m his big disappointment.” 

After he spoke the words of his father washed over his consciousness. Mother was living in New York. 

He, Draco, was moving to the Channel Islands. 


Most of the talk over the next week was over the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Lupin. His history was well known as well as his connection with the Potters’.  At the young age of 21, he was proving to be very popular with the students. Older girls were fluttery over his looks and bright blue hair. 

“That was excellent,” exclaimed Cornelius ecstatically, as they left their second DADA class of the week. “I love how his class is more practical than theoretical.” 

“I heard his Dad taught the same way, the one year he was a professor at Hogwarts.” Tarani said, conversationally. 

“Where did you hear that?” Justine asked. 

She stopped a bit. “Oh, in the Gryffindor Common room.” Jussy turned away, uninterested in the conversation. Scorpius saw Tarani breathe a sigh of relief. 

He leaned towards her, “what was that about?” 

“James Potter was the one talking about it. I didn’t want to mention his name to her and start another rant.” 

He laughed, “Bless you for that one!” 

“Scorpius, Scorpius Malfoy,” he heard his name being called. 

He turned around to see Professor Lupin strolling down the passageway to him.
“I’ll catch up with you later,” he said to his friends. 

“Yes, sir,” he asked politely. 

“I understand that you’ve been made Hufflepuff’s Quidditch Captain?” 

“That is correct, sir.” 

“Have you given any thought as to when you want to hold Quidditch tryouts?” 

“I was thinking at the end of the month.” 

Professor Lupin frowned, “Isn’t that the day of the first Hogsmeade weekend?” 

“Yes, sir, but the pitch has already been booked by other Houses until then. I don’t think I have much of a choice.” 

“Hmm, well that’s a shame for you to miss your first weekend. I’ll see if any changes can be made.” He continued down the hall. “Oh, and by the way, as captain you get to enjoy the use of the Prefect’s bathroom. The password is ‘squeaky-clean’.” 

“Hey Ted, I mean, Professor Lupin,” a familiar voice called. Scorpius recognised it at once. The burley figure of James Potter bumped into Scorpius’ shoulder as he ran after the Professor.

“Welcome to Muggle Studies, my name is Professor Midgen. This year, the first year of Muggle Studies, we will be concentrating on…” Scorpius promptly spaced out at the Professor’s droning. She was merely reading off of the syllabus written on the chalkboard verbatim. How unoriginal. 

Sitting in the back he had a good view of his classmates. He was amused to see all of the 3rd year Slytherins in attendance. He wondered what his father would think of that. Had Professor Sprout been behind this? 

He was the only Hufflepuff in the class. He recognized the Scamander twins, Basil Belby, Karen Entwhistle and Delia Davies from Ravenclaw. Rose Weasley and Alicia Longbottom were the only Gryffindors in the class. 

Professor Midgen had finished the syllabus and was now moving on to chapter 1 of the textbook. He noticed, with amusement, none of the Slytherins were opening a book. They all sat in their seats with their hands folded on their laps. 

Rose Weasley, on the other hand, was taking down every word coming out of the Professor’s mouth. He still felt annoyed with Professor Sprout insisting on him taking the class and debated taking the same stance as the Slytherins, but realized he didn’t want to be classified in the same category as them. With little enthusiasm he pulled out his parchment and began taking notes.

“Did you see the Slytherins?” Alicia whispered, as she brushed back her long brown hair. 

“Yes,” answered Rose in a low voice, “I can’t believe they were so disrespectful!” 

Scorpius walked behind them trying desperately to keep his distance. He didn’t want to look like he was eavesdropping. However, they all 3 were headed to the Potions classroom, and in the crowded hallway there wasn’t much of a choice other than following them at a close distance. 

At least it was noisy so it wasn’t obvious that he could hear them. 

Alicia was talking again, “I expected behaviour like that from Malfoy, but he seemed OK with it all.” 

“My cousin, Al, says that Scorpius is alright.” 

“Your cousin, James, hates his guts.” 

“Yes, well, he can’t seem to get over some things.” 

“That’s putting it lightly.” 

“I actually can’t quite figure him out.” Rose continued. 

“Who—Scorpius, Al or James?” 

“All three actually. I grew up hearing stories about Mom, Dad, Uncle Harry and Draco Malfoy. So when I came to Hogwarts I expected Scorpius to be the same as his dad.” 

“Which he hasn’t been.” 

“Precisely, also, Albus seems to think very highly of him. Of course, “ she paused, “that could be because he helps Al with Potions. But the clincher is that his best mate is a Muggleborn! Would you ever expect that from a Malfoy?” 

Alicia was shaking her head. 

At that point Scorpius felt like he wanted to just stop and let the girls get way ahead of him even if it meant causing a ruckus in the hallway. Nothing bad had been said about him, but you never know when it was coming. 

Alicia’s next comment kept him walking. 

“That Cornelius Fairbotham is the cutest boy in 3rd year.” 

“Alicia,” squealed Rose, “do you LIKE him?” 

“Haven’t you seen the way his face lights up when he smiles? He has the dreamiest dimples and the prettiest hazel eyes I’ve ever seen…” 

“Oh Alicia,” Rose exclaimed and the two girls giggled and ran ahead into the classroom. Scorpius followed shortly thereafter and tried to keep a neutral face when he saw Cornelius sitting with Justine in their usual spot. He had the urge to shout, ‘dreamy dimples’ but didn’t think that would go over well with Alicia. 

Maybe he shouldn’t enrage the Herbology Professor’s daughter. 

He sat down at an empty table and pulled out his Potions textbook, new parchment and quill. Albus entered shortly afterwards. After a moment of hesitation he took the seat next to Scorpius. 

“Hello Albus.” 

“Hello Scorpius.” 

The boys were silent as the other seats filled in. Tarani looked at the two of them with a start as she entered and then she made her way over to Kavi. 

“Do you mind that I’m sitting here?” Albus asked suddenly. 

Scorpius shook his head, “why would I mind?” 

“Just checking.”


“She said what?” Cornelius stammered. It was dinnertime and everyone was in the Great Hall. 

“She said you had pretty eyes and dreamy dimples.” Scorpius said with amusement as Cornelius flushed red over his roast chicken. 

“You are making this up aren’t you?” 

“No, I couldn’t make up something like this if I tried!” 

“What did Rose say?” 

“Well, she kind of laughed.” 

“What kind of way?” 

"Well, not in a mean way, I think.."

"You think?"

Scorpius scratched his head. This conversation was getting more complicated than he expected. 

Luckily Justine stepped in, “knock it off, Cornelius. We have more important things to think about than your dreamy eyes and pretty dimples…” 

“Ahem,” he interrupted, “that’s my pretty eyes and dreamy dimples…” 

“Oh just stop! We have Quidditch trials soon and that’s more important!” She shouted.
“Quidditch trials are more important than what?” A voice asked. The three looked up to see Professor Lupin standing at the end of their table. No one answered. 

He smiled at their silence, “well I am here to tell you that I was able to book the Pitch for Saturday the 15th. You can hold the Hufflepuff trials then.” 

“Thank you, sir. I’ll put a note up in the Common Room.” 

Professor Lupin smiled and made his way to the head table. 

“Alright then,” Jussy said. “You have less than 2 weeks to prepare.” 

Scorpius looked at Jussy’s focused gaze and responded with as much seriousness as he could, “Can I count on you and Mr. cute dimples?” 

All three laughed together. 

A/N:  Thanks for reading--please review!  :)

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