Chapter 4 : Chapter 3 - Just Look: at what my brother has discovered
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A/N: Well, this is the first time I have ever written Scorpius Malfoy before, so I hope everyone likes my version of him. Please leave me a quick review at the end of this and share your thoughts with me if you have the time! I would really like to know what people think about him and Rose, as well as him being in Gryffindor and being so protective of Sandreiah. Personally, I think I’m slowly starting to love his character more and more, but I don’t know yet how many more times he will appear in this story, however. But please read and review and share your thoughts with me! I would love to hear what everyone thinks is going to happen next, haha! =)
(NOTE: This chapter has been Beta'd by my awesome beta: MrsJaydeMalfoy.)
Two weeks had gone by, and Lysander and I were getting on great again. But even still, I could tell that there was some sort of a rift between us. Whether I was the one being more guarded or he was, I couldn’t really tell. Something had definitely shifted between us though. It wasn’t necessarily a bad something, it was just a little different, that’s all. But could you blame me for being a little more guarded? I mean, I’d had my heart broken by this guy on several different occasions now.
I’m pretty sure that most normal people would probably call me crazy for taking him back. Again. As a matter-of-fact, they already have... But enough about Lysander, because the next part of the story doesn’t really include him that much...
Now, one thing you should know is that, while we are at school, my big brother and I usually tend to stay completely away from one another. It’s not that we don’t get along or anything like that. It’s quite the opposite actually, because Scorpius and I have a great relationship. I mean, it’s about as great as one could expect a teenage brother/sister sibling relationship to be anyways. It’s just that, well, he has his own life and his own group of friends when we’re here at school, and I have mine.
So you can see, therefore, why I thought it to be extremely weird when he came up to me as I was leaving the Great Hall after dinner one evening.
“Might I have a word with you, Sandra?” he asked. Then he shot Lysander, who was walking out with me, a strange, almost angry look. “In private,” he added.
“Um, sure,” I said uncertainly, looking back and forth between the two of them.
Was it just me, or did Lysander suddenly look a little worried about something? Nah, it was probably just my imagination kicking in again. I mean, who wouldn’t look worried if someone like Scorpius came up to them unexpectedly like that? After all, he is rather intimidating when he wants to be. Not to mention the fact that he is a seventh year, and most of those guys are all frightening anyway.
Man, I can’t wait ‘til I’m a scary and intimidating seventh year who can walk through the hallways and command respect like Scorpius does...
“Are you even listening to me?” Scorpius snapped his fingers in front of my face to gain back my attention.
“Umm, yeah, of course.” He didn’t buy it though, he knows me entirely too well for that.
Scorpius folded his arms and frowned at me. “I’m serious, Sandra, you need to watch your back with that guy.” Curse my small attention span. I had no idea who he was talking about now.
“What guy are you talking about, Scorp?” I asked in confusion. Surely he couldn’t mean Lysander, right?
“That Scamander kid,” he said, confirming my worst suspicions. “What other guy follows you around all the time like that?” Well, actually, there were several guys I knew who did that. But I decided it would probably be best not to mention this to my over-protective older brother, who was also known to have anger issues from time-to-time.
“Lysander is my friend,” I reminded him. “I have known him for five years and nothing too terrible has happened. So what should I have to start watching my back around him now for?”
“Just trust me, ok?” I could tell there was something he was hiding from me still, and I was determined to find out just what that something was. “I hear things.”
“You hear things?” I repeated in the form of a question. “What the hell is that even supposed to mean?”
“Can’t you just take my word for it for once, without having to have an exact explanation as to why?” I could tell Scorpius was growing impatient with my persistence now... Good!
“Well why can’t you just tell me what it is you heard and be done with it?” I demanded.
“Because...” Scorpius frowned at me and I could tell that he was having some sort of an internal struggle. He usually only gets that look whenever he is wrestling with whether to do (or say) the right thing or not. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings,” he finally admitted.
I scoffed at him, acting like I was offended. “C’mon Scorpius, I’m your little sister,” I teased. “The blood that flows through your veins is exactly the same as what runs through mine. And we Malfoys are double-tough, remember? So whatever it is you’ve got to say, I’m sure that I can handle it.”
“Alright, alright,” Scorpius sighed. “But I can tell you right now; you’re not going to like this.”
I bit down on my lower lip, suddenly unsure as to whether I really wanted to hear this or not. Whatever it was, it was clearly bothering Scorpius. That right there should have been my first clue to tell him that it was okay to stop talking, because what he said next changed my life forever.
“Rose overheard some girls talking in the girl’s dormitory bathroom this morning,” Scorpius said, after taking a deep breath. “And, apparently, Lysander has been talking to one of them, because they were all gossiping about how he was going to take one of them out to Hogsmeade this Saturday.”
Breathe, Sandreiah, just breathe, I had to mentally remind myself. I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think it is.
“You don't have any idea who this mystery girl is, do you?”
Scorpius shook his head. “No, sorry. The only thing I know for sure about her is that she is someone from Gryffindor house. Rose wouldn’t mention any names, but I did get the feeling that she knew more than what she was letting on about. It was almost like she was trying to protect this girl for some reason, whoever she is.”
Stupid Rose Weasley and her stupid need to do the right thing all the damn time! Yes, as I’m sure you’ve probably guessed it by now, Rose is my brother’s girlfriend. Our father, as well as her father, do not approve of this relationship. But according to them, that only makes their love stronger. This is a load of Hippogriff dung, if you want my opinion. All that cheesy forbidden love/Romeo and Juliette crap is highly overrated, if you ask me. It’s true; I’m not much of the hopeless romantic type at all... Let’s just leave it at that.
So anyways, the two of them have been dating in secret for the last three years. This year, however, since they’re both of age now and can do whatever the hell they want, they have made no attempt to keep their secret relationship a secret anymore. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen them holding hands as they walked together down the hallway, or snogging in a corner where they think that no one can see them. It’s kind of embarrassing, actually. I mean, imagine if you were to spot your older brother snogging some girl in front of God and everyone all the time!
“Sandreiah, are you okay?” I must have spaced out for a moment there, because Scorpius was waving a hand in front of my face, clearly looking concerned. “Oh man, I knew I shouldn’t have told you about this.”
“What? No, I’m fine!” I said quickly, to try and recover. Again, he knows me entirely too well for that to have worked, however, because he then gave me a rather skeptical look. “Don’t sweat it; you did the right thing. I’m happy you came to me with this - seriously.” I wasn’t sure just then who I was trying to reassure more: Scorpius or myself.
Truth be told, I was shocked. I couldn’t believe Lysander would be talking to some other girl behind my back like that. In all our years of friendship, I would never have guessed him to be that sort of person... I knew right then that I would have to get to the bottom of this.
He shook his head and for a moment I thought he was going to disagree with me. “Well I’m glad you think so,” is what he said instead. “But I know you, Sandreiah, and my little sis is the type of person who cannot rest until she gets to the bottom of things.” I blushed, slightly embarrassed at how he seemed to guess exactly what I had just been thinking.
“Nah,” I said, trying to be dismissive. “It’s not that big of a deal to me, really. He’s probably just helping this girl with her homework or something. I’m sure it’s nothing.”
“Well there’s only one way to find out if that theory is true or not.” A small smirk appeared on my brothers face. I’m so glad he finds my clearly distressful state amusing. “Do you want to know what I would do if I were you?”
Remember when I said that revenge-seeking is really not my thing? Well it is Scorpius’ thing though, so maybe I should hear him out on this… You know, just to get some ideas. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that. Is there? “Sure Scorpius,” I answered a little uncertainly. “Why not?”
“If I were you, I would make a trip to Hogsmeade myself this Saturday and catch him in the act,” he replied proudly. “Then, once you’ve got him, make sure to call him out on it right in front of this other girl. Not only will this make him think twice before ever two-timing you again, but it will also damage his reputation so that no other girls will try to get near him again.”
“But I don’t know if that would be exactly fair,” I said, unsure as to why I was suddenly running to Lysander’s defense. “I mean, technically, he and I aren’t even dating right now, so it’s not like he’s actually cheating on me or anything like that.”
“Sandreiah Monica Malfoy,” Scorpius exclaimed. Ugh, I hate it when he uses my middle name like that. Whereas Scorpius was given his middle name after our father’s father (Lucius), I was given mine after our mother’s aunt. It’s dumb, and it doesn’t really fit with the rest of my name at all, which is why I hate it so much.
“Has he, or has he not, been courting you for the past year?” Scorpius went on. “You two have been seeing one another off and on again, and going on dates, and snogging each other for long enough now that you are in a relationship - whether you guys want to call it that or not. Everyone else around here can see it, so I don’t know why the two of you insist upon continuously denying it.”
I couldn’t help but blush a little at this. Although I hated to admit it, Scorpius was right. All signs did point to a relationship... Still, after our last fight, I couldn’t help but feel like there was some distance there. It almost seemed as if Lysander was pulling away. But then again, I wondered if perhaps this new girl had something to do with that.
“I suppose I can see where you may be a tiny bit right,” I finally admitted, after due consideration. I couldn’t give Scorpius all the credit after all, it would inflate his ego far too much more than it already is. “I mean, I guess it does kind of look that way, but still... other people should really just mind their own business though. What’s it to them if Lysander and I are dating or not?”
“Apparently it’s nothing if he’s seeing other girls and both parties are okay with that,” Scorpius muttered.
I rolled my eyes at him. “I’ll deal with it, alright?”
“Sandreiah, you’d better,” he said harshly. And here it comes; the over-protective brother bit. “If you don’t deal with, I know I certainly will. Because no one, and I mean no one, messes around with my little sister’s emotions and gets away with it. So if he needs to be taught a lesson, then I’ll be more than happy to do it,” he added, cracking his knuckles in a threatening manner.
“No, no, no, that’s quite okay. You need to just let me handle this my own way,” I said quickly, grabbing his hands to stop the cracking noise. I seriously hate it when he does that. “Honestly Scorpius, what do you suppose I’ll do next year when you’re not around to threaten the lives of everybody for me?”
“Well, if I have to make a special trip to Hogwarts...” he began, but I then cut him off with one of my death glares. “I’m just joking, Sandreiah, calm down. I believe you can handle your own, honest. You are a Malfoy after all.”
“You’re damned right I am,” I said, smiling back at him. My older brother always knows what to say to cheer me up, which makes it very hard to stay mad at him for long periods of time. Curse him and his stupid charming nature. “So you promise me you won’t interfere with this then?”
Scorpius rolled his eyes and I thought for a moment that he was going to disagree with me. “Yes, yes, I promise,” he sighed. “But I need you to promise me that if it all goes bad, if he hurts you in any way; promise you’ll come to me and let me handle it if need be.”
“If I need you Scorpius, I promise, I will not hesitate to come find you,” I reluctantly promised him. Don’t get me wrong, it was sweet of him to offer, but I was seriously getting sick and tired of having my older brother fight all of my battles for me. Just because he thinks he’s some big, brave, badass Gryffindor, doesn’t mean he always has to swoop on in and save the day - as he once put it. It makes me look weak, which is embarrassing enough. And not only that: I can’t have people thinking that they can just walk all over me once Scorpius is gone next year. It was time for me to step up and show the whole school just exactly what I was made of.
“Sounds good enough for me,” my brother smiled down at me. “Well, I should be heading back up to my common room now. I’ve got a huge potions essay to finish, because I’m pretty sure it’s due tomorrow. Just remember; if you ever need me, I’m here for you sis.”
I nodded my head to show that I heard him, and Scorpius finally turned to leave. I was completely lost in thought as I slowly started making my way down to the dungeons, to go to my own common room. I wasn’t really paying much attention to where I was going, so it surprised the hell out of me when Lysander showed up at my side, apparently out of nowhere.
“Merlin’s shorts!” I exclaimed as Lysander busted out in laughter at me. “Don’t you know better than to sneak up on a girl when she is clearly lost in the middle of a deep thought?” I smacked him on the shoulder playfully with the back of my hand. At least, I had meant it to seem playful, but I put more force in it than I meant to.
“Ouch! Sandreiah, what the hell?” Lysander said, stepping away from me and rubbing his shoulder.
“Sorry,” I said half-heartedly. “Apparently I don’t know my own strength today.”
“Yeah, apparently,” he agreed. Then he wasted no time getting right down to the real reason I was sure he was there for. “So, what did Scorpius want with you this time?” It almost seemed like he was trying to act casual, but it came out sounding more forced instead.
Well, I couldn’t exactly just tell him the truth, now could I? So I decided that maybe just a part of the truth would be alright. “He heard about our big fight a few weeks ago,” I shrugged, acting like it was not that big of a deal.
I couldn’t help but notice that Lysander looked slightly nervous now. “Oh, and what did he have to say about it?”
“He wanted my permission to kick your ass for you,” I made up. But in a way, this wasn’t really a lie if you thought about it. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud when I looked up and saw that Lysander’s eyes looked as though they were about to bulge out of his head in fear. It’s times like that when I really do love having an older brother who everyone else is afraid of.
“Relax Ly,” I chuckled, clapping him on the back. “It’s okay, I told him not to interfere. I am old enough to handle my own problems, I don’t need him stepping in all the time. Besides, there is nothing to worry about here, is there? You and I are getting along fine, we’ve decided to let bygones be bygones, and we’re still friends. We’ve worked everything out, and I know you’re not going to ever hurt me like that again. So I called him off, don’t worry.”
Lysander chuckled nervously at this and my inner girl went crazy with giggles. I don’t know why his discomfort brought me so much joy, but it did. It was all I could do to keep from laughing at him on the outside too, but I managed to keep it together somehow.
We continued down the hall in an awkward silence for a moment as I pondered what to do next. Finally, I decided to just go for it. “So Lysander, got any plans for this Saturday?”
“Why would you ask that?” he asked, making himself look suspicious immediately.
I pretended not to notice this, however, and went on. “I was just thinking maybe, if you’re not doing anything, then perhaps we could hang out and go do something together.”
“Oh, well I think I have something planned with Lorcan already this Saturday,” he replied awkwardly. “Last minute Quidditch thing, you know. But I am free on Sunday though, if you’d like to go do something then.”
I frowned as this was not exactly the answer I had been expecting. “I don’t know what I’m doing on Sunday yet,” I said inconspicuously. “So I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”
“That’s fine by me hun,” he replied sweetly. “But I will totally understand it if you’ve already got something else going on though, so don’t feel obligated to clear your schedule up just for me.” Oh look, he’s sucking up to me. Now I know for a fact that he is definitely hiding something.
“Don’t worry,” I replied a little too harshly. “I won’t be changing my schedule around if I don’t have to.” I turned and left him standing alone in the hallway after that, a look of clear confusion on his face.
Good. Let him be confused. Why should I care? I was confused as all hell in that moment myself. I had no idea what was going on, or if he was even lying to me or not. So whether or not I would be hanging out with him on Sunday would all depend on what I discovered on Saturday. For in that moment, I had decided to take my brother’s advice and make a trip to Hogsmeade myself this weekend. After that, I would just have to see what I found and go from there.
And if he was cheating on me, well then… May the wizard god have mercy on his soul.
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