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A Love Like This by jessicanicole
Chapter 1 : Danger In Starting A Fire
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters recognizable from J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I do own the plot and the original characters.
Chapter image depicts Scorpius Malfoy.

Chapter One
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Her lips were tantalizingly close to his, curved up at the corners in a mischievous smirk. He was weak, powerless under her spell with his back firmly against the wall, her petite frame pushed up against his tightly. Every nerve in his body was on end. He could feel her warm breath against his face, count every delicately placed freckle on her porcelain cheeks, and spot every fleck of gold in her warm, chocolate irises. Her beauty was captivating, her resolve admirable, and her mission was clear--make Scorpius Malfoy squirm.

"Nervous?" she asked in a silky tone, drawing her finger up his chest and toying with the top button of his vest.

"No," he replied in an even tone, grey eyes flickering from her lips to meet her intense gaze. "Your attempts are quite pathetic."

Inside his stomach was churning, knot upon knot forming as he took in everything about her. The way her skirt was hiked a little too high and the way her white stockings hugged her toned calves called to him. If only he could run his hand along her smooth skin--no. He couldn't allow his resolve to waiver.

Not for Rose Weasley.

"Could've fooled me," Rose cooed as she brought her lips dangerously close to his ear.

Each muscle in his body pulled taught, the subtle veins in his neck shifting as he again attempted to swallow the lump in his throat. His jaw twitched slightly as he clenched his teeth, restraining himself from grinding them to dust.

"Don't flatter yourself, Weasley. I'm more repulsed than anything. Lose a bet, did you?" Scorpius spat. Her thin frame became rigid against his in an instant as her gaze hardened in retort to his lie.

Rose Weasley had been nothing but a pest in his eyes for years. His father, due to a distraught Scorpius coming home one Christmas after receiving lower marks than Rose, extended all the information he possessed on Rose’s mother who was a know-it-all herself, leaving the little blonde boy filled with annoyance and a burning desire to humiliate Rose Weasley the same way she had humiliated him. Unfortunately, while every fourteen year old boy struggled with puberty, Scorpius included, Rose blossomed into an enticing goddess. Her mess of auburn tangles had magically transformed into a mane of luscious curls, her thin body filled out and her lanky limbs became proportionate, toned and bronzed to perfection. Her pudgy cheeks had faded away, leaving her with a flawless bone structure that many a male student had dreamed about running his lips over. Fortunately for Scorpius, he too was blessed with a transformation once puberty ran its course, leaving nearly every girl at Hogwarts wanting him and tossing their inhibitions to the wind.

She was still a Weasley and he still hated her with every fiber of his being, but her looks were nearly impossible to resist. Nearly.

"It'd do you good to not be so stuck up, Malfoy. Like I'd ever truly be interested in your slimy body," the sharp-tongued Gryffindor spat, pushing herself off his body and snarling in disgust.

She turned down the empty corridor and stormed out of view, leaving Scorpius holding his breath for what seemed like eternity. When the determined click of her shoes faded, he exhaled heavily and allowed his body to slump down. No matter how much he despised that girl, the idea of running his large, Quidditch-calloused hands over every delicate inch of her smooth skin called to him, as it did every male in Hogwarts.

That girl has had one too many confidence lessons with Victoire Weasley, he thought as he straightened out his vest, pulling the collar out from under the fabric and running his hand down the tie to flatten it out. Clearing his throat, Scorpius strode down the bare corridor with no intension of running into Rose. In his opinion, she was right mad, coming onto him like that just to make him squirm. Truth be told he had done similar things to the girl, pushing her buttons and making advances to make her skin crawl.

It was all a game. It had always been a sick, twisted, demented game between the two rivals.

“Why the sour face, Malfoy?” A boy of six feet stood against the wall of the castle with a smug expression, arms folded over their messy and disheveled uniform. The red and gold tie hung over his neck and the tail of his dress shirt was halfway pulled out. His hair was sticking out in every which way. “Looks as if you were almost snogged by a writhing banshee.”

“Take a guess, Potter,” Scorpius smirked. Albus Severus Potter was, surprisingly, Scorpius’ best friend. Despite their fierce rivalry in Quidditch and their opposing houses, the two somehow managed to get along, much to their fathers’ initial displeasure.

“Aw, you know Rosie means no harm,” Albus snickered, mussing his hand through his hair as he stepped into stride with Scorpius.

“Like hell she doesn’t. The bird’s right mad, I tell you,” he assured Albus.

“Are you sure you don’t fancy her even the slightest? I mean, with all that damn bickering, you two could be confused for a pair of lovebirds,” the Gryffindor teased with a jab of his elbow into Scorpius’ side.

“Ugh,” he scoffed, sour expression and look of disgust in his grey eyes. “Perhaps she’s not the only mad one in that family of yours.”

“Oh come off it, Malfoy. The only crazed one in my family is Victoire. That girl’s a bloody mess right now,” Albus grinned. “I’ll catch you later. James is all nutted up about the match on Thursday. Said I needed to practice extra hard so I can out chase Louis. You’d think the poor bloke would give up caring about Gryffindor Quidditch matches after he had left the damn school,” the boy grinned, waving before darting down another corridor, leaving Scorpius by himself in mid-wave.

Scorpius shoved his hands back into his pocket as he walked down a set of stairs, head bowed slightly as he pushed through students leaving the Slytherin dungeon and heading toward their first class of the day.

“Ow, Scorp. Watch out,” a small girl whined in a nasally voice. He turned, having not even realized he had bumped shoulders with the girl roughly. Daisy Zabini, god of all people he did not want to run into, she was probably at the top of the list, right under Rose of course.

“Sorry, Daisy. Late for class. In a bit of a rush,” he excused himself with a charming smile and a slight wave. The pudgy faced brunette muttered something but he didn’t hear it in his rush to get to the common room.


“Late, Goyle. Late for Transfiguration!” Scorpius groaned, pushing past his large acquaintance and skirting past the large, green chairs and into the dormitory for the sixth year boys. He grabbed his Transfiguration book out of his trunk and turned quickly, running directly into someone. “Watch it,” he snapped, realizing it was Daisy yet again.

“You dropped this,” she squeaked, holding out a small pendant. His eyes flickered over the red and gold color.

“Thanks,” he sighed, snatching it from her hand, shoving it into his pocket and brushing past her.

“Wait! Is it okay if I walk to Transfigurations with you?” Daisy cooed. He nodded, refraining from groaning out loud as the two left the dungeon.

“Mr. Malfoy, Miss. Zabini. So nice of you to join us,” Headmistress McGonagall croaked. Scorpius glanced darkly in her general direction. Often times he hoped the old bat would just fall over and croak. She was nearing nine hundred and three, or a hundred really, but she looked about nine hundred. “As I was saying--” and her voice drawled on, most of what she said going in one ear and out the other as Scorpius stared blankly in front of him.

Scorpius rose to his feet after McGonagall dismissed them. Daisy flew to his side, along with Eric Goyle and Trevor Flint. Old family alliances had yet to be severed, although Daisy’s mother, Pansy Zabini-Parkinson, was a very touchy subject with his father.

“What class do you have next Scorpius?” Erik asked.

“Potions,” he answered curtly.

“Is that with those ruddy Gryffindors?” Daisy scoffed.

“Believe it or not, those ruddy Gryffindors are my friends as well,” Scorpius informed her, glancing over at with narrowed eyes. She cowered back to stand beside Trevor, looking away from his intense gaze.

“What about that one broad?”

“Goyle, why must you ask such stupid questions?” the blonde sighed as he raked a hand through his locks. “Rose is the furthest thing from a friend. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a potions class to attend.”

Alone at last. It was fortunate to not only exceed all his friends in looks and Quidditch, but his marks in school were leagues above theirs’ as well. Clearly, his ego was about the size of the squid in the Black Lake, maybe even the size of the dreaded Womping Willow.

Scorpius hung low as his fellow Slytherins entered the dungeon. He entered only when everyone seemed preoccupied with their own well being. He slipped unnoticed into his dormitory and exchanged books quickly, making his way out of the dungeon without a sound. Despite potions being one of his favorite classes, and one of his strong points, the ever present nagging feeling that Rose Weasley would better him lingered in the air--and she did better him, every bloody time.

The corridors were practically empty by the time he slipped from the dungeons and made his way up into the main part of the castle. A few straggling first years ran about frantically, trying to remember which stair case led to which level. A smirk pulled at his lips as he flashed his green and silver Prefect pendant at a pair of third year Gryffindors who were sporting a box with the infamous ‘W’ symbol painted across the top.

“Scram. Wait, give me that,” Scorpius muttered, snatching the box from a lanky redheaded boy, one of the few who had no relation to the massive Potter/Weasley clan roaming the halls of Hogwarts. “Get to class or I’ll be forced to notify Headmistress McGonagall that you were skipping class.”

The boys huffed loudly as they trudged down the corridor and disappeared around the corridor. Luckily they hadn’t questioned why he wasn’t in class. Pot calling the kettle black, much?

“Ah, Scorpius, my boy. Welcome. We’re simply discussing love potions. I’m sure you have a very good reason why you’re late,” Professor Slughorn trailed off with a broad smile on his face.

“Yes, sir. A few third year Gryffindors were roaming the halls. I had to confiscate a Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes package and take it to Professor Longbottom,” Scorpius replied.

“Ah, good. Those packages are nasty little buggers,” Professor Slughorn chuckled heartily. “Well, off you go. Pair up with Albus and Rose. Miss Longbottom had a nasty case of the flu so she will be missing this class.”

Scorpius’ polite smile faltered slightly as his gaze traveled over to Albus who was looking up with an amused expression while Rose, being the overachiever she was, busily began mixing the ingredients into the cauldron.

“What a shame. I hope she feels well soon. Thank you, Professor,” Scorpius said, managing to force an appeasing smile on to his lips.

The tall blonde turned around abruptly and stalked toward the back where Albus and him usually sat. Rose was in his seat. His heart began to pound in his chest as Rose glanced over at him from the cauldron, looking away quickly.

“Nice of you to join us,” Albus snickered as Scorpius pulled a stool from an empty desk.

“Prefect duties. Bugger off,” Scorpius chuckled as he sat down next to his best friend.

“So, I heard there’s going to be a wicked party if Gryffindor beats Ravenclaw. James and Fred are both sneaking onto the grounds and they plan to go all out.”

“!” Scorpius grinned wolfishly and propped his feet up on the desk.

“I know,” Albus replied, wraggling his brows a bit. “Thinking ‘bout it makes me pumped. Roxanne doesn’t think we can do it though.” He rolled his eyes and scoffed at the Slytherin.

“She’s biased. She has to cheer on Ravenclaw. It’s her house after all,” Scorpius assured him with a shrug.

“I miss Dom,” Albus mused. “She was a cool Ravenclaw. Louis is like a mini-Victoire. Too proper, a little bossy. A royal pain in the arse when he doesn’t get his way--”

“Will you shut up and help?” Rose hissed from beside the two, scowl in place.

"Aw Rosie, you know scowling will give you wrinkles,” her cousin informed her as he threw his arm over her shoulders. “Wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

“Oh stop being a prat, Albus,” she sighed, shrugging off his arm. “And, get your feet off the desk, you twit!”

Scorpius arched a brow at her, grey eyes challenging her to do something about it. He knew Rose was never the one to stand down, and today was no exception as she swatted him across the back of the head and shoved his legs off the desk.

“Ow, what the hell was that for?” Scorpius groaned as he rubbed the back of his head.

“For being a royal pain in the arse!”

“Now, now, children. No need to fight.”

“Shut up!” they both said in unison, realizing it instantly and turning away from one another with their arms folded tightly over their chests. Albus broke out into a fit of laughter, sitting between the two and shaking his head.

“I wish Aly was here,” Rose muttered.

“Trust me, I do, too,” Scorpius added under his breath with a roll of his eyes.

“See, you both agree on something! That’s a step!” Albus cheered, throwing an arm around his best friends, who surprisingly wanted nothing to do with the other.

“Can we just finish the bloody potion?”

“Agreed. I’m not going to do all this work on my own. I have no idea how you two manage to get good marks in this class,” Rose sighed.

“More agreeing!”

“Albus,” the fiery Gryffindor warned from his left.

“Right, right. I’ll go get the--” Albus looked down at the potions book, “Ashwinder eggs and moonstones.”

Albus rose from his seat and headed to the back cabinet, rummaging through the ingredients with a few other students who had stalled. Scorpius opened his book and thumbed through the pages until he arrived at the love potion. Silence settled over the two while other groups busily created their love potions. The Slytherin read fervently as Rose chopped up the peppermint and rose thorns. He glanced at her. She glanced at him. Scowls quickly formed on both of their faces as Albus returned to their table.

“All right. Moonstones and these awful eggs,” Albus grimaced as he placed the stones and jar on the table. “I’d shit myself if someone used one of these things on me. Bat-shit crazy broads all over Hogwarts are going to be slipping these buggers into our drinks, Scorp.”

“Crazy indeed if they’re thinking about putting it in his drink,” Rose commented nonchalantly as she sprinkled the thorns and peppermint into the bubbling cauldron.

“Oh shut up, you cow. If anyone would be crazy, it’d be the blokes who put the potion into your drink,” Scorpius spat venomously. Albus thwacked him upside the head and glared at him darkly. “What? The vile woman cannot not insult me for more than two minutes, if that!” he defended.

Rose’s large brown eyes slowly became glassy. Her cheeks grew red, the color spreading to her entire face. The Gryffindor began to physically shake as she held the small knife in her hand. Scorpius’ grey eyes widened as finally noticed what he had just created.

“You vile, filthy, no good twat!” Rose screamed shrilly, pointing the knife at him with anger coursing through her veins. “How dare you call me that!”

Within a blink of the eye, Rose had dropped the knife and resorted to pushing the tip of her wand against the hollow of Scorpius’ throat. Albus’ eyes widened as he stood there. A few of the other students had taken interest in the conflict, whispers emanating from every corner of the room.

“Gerroff!” Scorpius whispered harshly, barely able to form a sentence as she jabbed the wand into his throat.

“Apologize you pompous git!” Rose demanded.

“Rose, come on. Simmer down, darling,” Albus tried, but quieted as his cousin sent him a deathly stare. “You’re on your own, mate.”

“Not until he apologizes.”

“You started it fir--” Scorpius again had the end of wand jammed into his throat.

“Miss Weasley!”

Rose’s arm dropped instantly and she turned abruptly to face Professor Slughorn. Her eyes widened and she bowed her head. Scorpius rubbed his throat and coughed a few times, taking a deep breath and looking over at his head of house.

“Professor, I--”

“I’m appalled to see one of my brightest pupils resulting to such violence. Ten points from Gryffindor. I believe a detention is also deserved,” Professor Slughorn explained calmly.

“But Professor, he called me a cow and--”

“Is this true, Mr. Malfoy?”

“Well, er, yes, but for a good reason, sir. I assure you,” he fumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down.

“Never is there a good reason to call a woman a cow. Ten points from Slytherin, unfortunately, and you will be joining Miss Weasley here in detention.”

“What?” she interrupted. “Sir, if you don’t mind, I’d rather serve my detention without him.”

“No need to make things more difficult for Hagrid. You two will serve detention together. I’m sure he could use both of your help in preparing a class. I heard he’s discussing Thestrals with the fifth years. Such interesting creatures,” he chuckled. “Ah, I believe we have run out of time. Shame, really. Perhaps we’ll start over next class on love potions. Full credit for the day, everyone!”

With a clap of his hands, students began to rise from their seats and put everything back. People shot Scorpius wary glances, a few Slytherins offering their condolences for having to serve detention with the “redheaded banshee.”

“Good going, mate. You really pissed her off this time,” Albus whispered as they gathered their things and took them to the back of the room.

“Not my fault your cousin’s mad,” Scorpius retorted.

“Not going to argue that one. She nearly cursed you into oblivion,” Albus grinned.

Scorpius rolled his eyes as he set the cauldron down and returned to pick up his book from the desk. He hardly found this scenario amusing. His body became tense as Rose returned to retrieve her own things.

“Perhaps next time you should refrain from such outlandish retaliation,” Scorpius scolded demeaningly.

“Piss off, Malfoy.”

Author's Note: So this idea has been bubbling around in my head for months and my muse suddenly allowed me to finish this first chapter. I've never tried Next-Gen fanfiction so please let me know how you feel about it. I've tweaked a few plot points already so stay tuned. Please review! Enjoy :)

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