Chapter 5 : Conversations
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Making our way down to the Slytherin Common Room in the dungeons, we all followed the Prefects, which included Scorpius and Fiona (gag me!) as both had been nominated for our year.
Fiona suspects they will be made Head Boy and Girl next year, but I have my suspicions that it won’t be Fiona at all who is nominated for Head Girl, but the one and only Rose Weasley.
I mean, people like Rose Weasley and I know for a fact that they definitely don’t like Fiona. The only reason our Head of House chose her at all is because she’s the perfect suck-up and she’s got almost perfect grades.
Of course, Fiona also believes that Scorpius will one day ask her to be his girlfriend and that’s even more unlikely than Fiona making Head Girl.
But yes, the point of this information is that I have suspected it all along… or, at least, ever since last year, after we had returned to Hogwarts from our Christmas holidays, when Scorpius started making a point to stop harassing the Gryffindors, especially when Rose Weasley was in sight.
I was befuddled by this at first, of course… but after a week of spying on my brother it had all suddenly become perfectly clear.
“Sirrah, can I talk to you privately?” Scorpius suddenly asked me as we entered the common room.
I nodded and followed him over to one of the leather couches as our friends quickly dispersed into their respectful dorms.
They all already knew from past experience that conversations between the Malfoy twins were strictly brother-and-sister-only conversations.
What can I say?
We could both be pretty scary-intense when people tried to poke their noses in our personal business.
I will decide afterward whether or not to share it with my own friends and they know not to pry too much into it if I choose not to do so.
“What’s up, big brother?” I asked as I waited for him to start talking.
Yes, in case you didn’t know, Scorpius was born first and even though I was only a few minutes younger, he’d never let me forget it.
“You want to tell me what’s going on between you and a certain Potter?” he answered bluntly, as he looked at me expectantly.
“There’s nothing to tell,” I stated calmly, still smiling.
“Then maybe you can tell me why I saw you yelling at him for randomly kissing people and then storming off in a huff?” he questioned.
He saw that?
Well, at least he didn’t actually see Potter kissing me.
That would have been bad.
“Did he kiss you?” Scorpius then asked in response to my shocked silence.
“No,” I lied blatantly.
“Don’t lie to me, Sirrah,” Scorpius scolded.
That’s the second time today someone’s said that to me. Apparently, I really need to work on my lying abilities.
“So what if he did?” I argued. “It’s done with.”
“Do you really think that just because you and Leighton went through the entire train and told every girl you saw that James Potter is an awful kisser with bad breath and a serious groping problem means that it’s done with?”
Well, if Scorpius figured it out then I’m pretty sure Potter has, too, by now.
“Yes, I do,” I answered brusquely, crossing my arms. “He kissed me. I made every girl afraid to be near him for the rest of the evening. If you must know, I feel pretty satisfied with myself.”
Scorpius just shook his head at me, “What would Father say if he heard about this?”
“He’d say absolutely nothing because you aren’t going to tell him,” I stated, threateningly.
“Oh really? And what makes you think you can stop me?” he challenged.
“Oh please, that’s the easiest question of the day,” I replied, rolling my eyes in the process.
“What is that supposed to mean?” he asked, confused.
I quickly turned to look at him before leaning closer, in order to get right up in his face, “If you say one word to Father, I’ll tell the whole school about your little obsession with you-know-who.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stated, blowing me off as if my threat didn’t scare him.
“Oh, don’t I?” I asked as I backed away, faking innocence before finally unleashing my deadly secret weapon. “Don’t think I don’t know about how you spent all of your free time last term ogling Rose Weasley in the library.”
His eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed, “And how would you know that?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I started, playing dumb before fully calling him out on it. “I first became a little suspicious when I noticed that you had stopped harassing the Gryffindors…”
“So, I’ve learned to grow up,” he tried to throw me off. “Big deal.”
“I considered that but then I spent a whole week spying on you, following you around whenever I could. And honestly it was all the time you spent in the library without actually managing to read anything that really caught my attention.”
I watched him as he slowly paled.
Feeling smug, I continued to gloat in his face, “You know, maybe if you hadn’t spent so much time just blatantly staring at the girl from a distance, you would have been smart enough to realize you were being followed in the first place. But no, she’s really got you hooked, hasn’t she?”
“If you tell anyone, I swear I’ll---“
Well, someone’s a little quick to threaten… that was easier than I thought it would be.
“Then you’ll keep your mouth shut about Potter,” I cut him off, giving him a serious look while I waited for him to process everything and respond.
“Fine,” he finally spat after taking a few moments to think about it. “I won’t tell our parents about Potter.”
“And I won’t tell anyone about Weasley,” I replied, standing up.
He stood up, too.
He was probably ready to get as far away from me as possible.
“So, we have an agreement then?” he asked.
“I believe we do,” I nodded.
“Good,” he stated, nodding his head, appearing as if he was still deep in thought.
“Good,” I repeated with a tone of finality. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He nodded again and we parted our ways as I headed up to the girls’ dormitories while he headed over to boys’ side.
Although I knew that as much as I wanted to sleep, I wasn’t going to be able to just yet.
I could already sense Leighton impatiently waiting for me so that she could question me about anything and everything.
“So, what did Scorpius want?” Leighton asked the moment I entered the dormitory. I looked over to see her propped up against her headboard on her bed while she casually glanced through the pages of her TeenWitch magazine again.
She was the only one still presumably awake; everyone else had already gone to bed.
“Oh, nothing. He just thought he could threaten me about the incident with Potter, but I proved to have more dirt on him than he did on me,” I answered as I sat down across from her on the bed.
She quickly closed the curtains and muttered a quick “Silencio” to keep anyone who might still be awake from hearing the rest of our conversation.
“So, tell me,” she started, switching the subject to what she really wanted to talk about, “was Potter’s kiss really as awful as we made everyone believe?”
I saw the glint of mischief in her brown eyes as I stared at her in shock.
What was she thinking?
Of course his kiss was awful!
Or, at least, that’s what I plan to allege until the day I die.
No one could ever know that I enjoyed that kiss.
Not my best friend and especially not James Potter.
“I’m waiting for an answer,” Leighton stated impatiently, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I looked to her again and quickly replied, “Of course it was.”
“Really?” she asked.
It was obvious by the questioning tone of her voice that she didn’t believe me.
“Yes,” I answered, making sure to sound outraged that she would even think otherwise. “What in Merlin’s name would make you think it wasn’t?”
“Oh, come on, Sirrah,” she started. “I’ve heard plenty of gossip about the boys of Hogwarts, but never once have I a heard a single bad word about James Potter.”
“Well, now you have,” I continued to lie, afraid that she’d get the truth out of me one way or another.
“You can tell me the truth, Sirrah,” she stated. “I’m your best friend, remember? You can tell me anything.”
“I am telling the truth,” I asserted, annoyed that she just wouldn’t give up already.
“Please,” she scoffed. “Sirrah, I’ve known you practically forever and I know when you’re lying to me. Normally, I don’t call you out on it, but this time it’s different. Something is obviously bothering you and the only thing I know of, that it could possibly be, is Potter. You were fine before you went off to get us all some sweets, but ever since you came back from getting them you’ve been acting very unlike your usual self,” she paused, observing my reaction. “Honestly, I don’t care if you did or didn’t like the kiss; you know I would never tell anyone if you did. I’m your friend, Sirrah, and the only reason I keep asking about this is because I’m worried about you.”
The mischief was gone from her eyes as she gave me a pleading look, waiting patiently for me to say something.
I looked down at my hands, not knowing what to say.
She was right, I could trust her.
Leighton was never one to be interested in gossip just like she was never one to spread it, minus stupid pranks like what we did to James.
But admitting that I liked the kiss to her would require admitting it to myself and I don’t know if I am ready for that yet. I was still furious and upset about the whole thing; about how that was my first kiss and how he stole my dignity right out of my hand.
“Why won’t you talk to me?” she asked, becoming even more anxious.
“Look, I don’t want to talk about it,” I quickly stated, feeling helpless and hoping it would get her to back off.
Suddenly, she leaned back, away from me, and really took in my appearance. I could tell that something had, abruptly, occurred to her and I could almost see her brain working to process whatever it was.
“It was your first kiss, wasn’t it?” she then asked, her voice still full of concern.
“What does it matter?” I asked, irritably.
“It matters a hell of a lot, Sirrah,” Leighton argued. “That was your first kiss and it was wasted on a scumbag like James Potter.”
“Well, it’s gone and done with, Leighton,” I stated angrily. “You can’t change what’s already happened.”
“Don’t act like you’re over it, Sirrah; I know for a fact that you’re not. Usually, you get over things quickly; you’ve never been one to dwell on bad times. The only thing that would make sense, that could be the reason why this is bothering you so much that you can’t let it go… is because you liked it.”
“What?” I asked, shocked and outraged at her revelation.
“You liked the kiss, didn’t you?” She asked. “Didn’t you?”
“I told you, it doesn’t matter,” I said as I tried to get up from the bed and go to my own, but she wouldn’t let me. She grabbed my arm and refused to let go until I stopped trying to avoid the truth.
“Tell me,” she demanded, her anxiousness gone as her assertion blocked out her emotions.
“Fine,” I spat. “I liked it. I liked it a lot. I know I’ve never kissed a guy before but I don’t think anyone could compare to him. The kiss was perfect. He was perfect and a perfect gentleman, too, besides the whole kissing-me-without-my-permission part. But he didn’t try to shove his tongue down my throat and he didn’t touch me anywhere inappropriate,” I stated, matter-of-factly, furious at her for forcing the truth out of me. “Are you happy now?”
She let go of my arm, “Of course not, Sirrah. I won’t be happy until I no longer have to worry about you. I don’t understand why you couldn’t have just told me the truth in the first place.”
“Because there was nothing to tell!” I yelled, angrily.
“There was obviously plenty to tell and you’ve still managed to leave out one very important detail,” she stated.
“And what would that be?” I demanded as I crossed my arms over my chest, thoroughly annoyed with her.
“You like him,” she stated with a small smirk.
“I do not,” I argued, not knowing where the hell she got that idea from.
“Do, too,” she continued.”You’re just afraid to admit it because this is James Potter we’re talking about and you know Scorpius and your parents would be absolutely furious if they ever found out.”
“I don’t like him, Leighton. I don’t even know him. Not to mention, I can’t like him. He’s a Potter and a Gryffindor and I’m a Malfoy and a Slytherin. It would never work out between us. Not to mention Scorpius would probably kill us both if he ever found out.”
“Exactly why you’re so afraid to admit it,” Leighton declared. “As much as you say you hate your father, the last thing you would ever want would be for him to find out that you fancy the son of his number one rival. I mean, what would Draco say? He’d be so furious with you; probably more furious than he’s ever been before.”
“Oh, shut up, already!” I heatedly chastised her. “No one is going to find out about this, especially not my father.”
“I’m not your brother, Sirrah,” she stated flatly. “You don’t need to threaten me to keep my mouth shut. You’re my best friend and, as such, you’re well-being is a top priority to me. I would never rat you out to anyone, especially not about your little crush on Potter.”
“You better not,” I stated with a look in my eyes that probably said I was ready to kill if she even so much as hinted that she would. “And I don’t have a crush on him!”
“Did you not just hear what I said?” she ridiculed. “I’m not going to tell anyone. We are best friends for life, you and me, and even if you decided to marry the stupid wanker, I would still be there to stand by your side as your maid of honor.”
I stared at her in complete surprise.
Marriage was way ahead of me right now and the last thing on my mind, but it calmed me to know that she would be by my side no matter what. She considered herself to be my best friend and nothing I could do would make her turn away from me, not even having a small crush on the enemy.
You just don’t come by loyalty like that every day in the Slytherin house.
“Thanks,” I mumbled quietly and she nodded in return.
“We should get some sleep,” she stated, causing me to suddenly realize how tired I was after such a long day.
I told her goodnight and left her bed to change into my solid black silk negligee before I got into my own bed and pulled the covers up to my chin.
I was lucky to have a friend as loyal as Leighton, and I was grateful that she would always be there for me when I needed her. She truly was the only person who understood me best; better than Kenny, better than Scorpius, better than my parents.
She got me when no one else did and I would always appreciate her for that.
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