Chapter 4: Quidditch
Things settled back to normal pretty quickly afterwards. Scorpius sat beside me in every lesson we shared, and he even made an effort with my friends, including Charlie. It was awkward with him at first, but it got better over time.
Today it's the first Quidditch game of the season, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Scorpius will be incredibly lucky to catch the snitch with Lily Potter as Gryffindor Seeker. He scanned the stands from the pitch to find me, and smiled when he did. He gave me his scarf earlier this morning, claiming I looked cold, but really he just wanted to show off that I was supporting him over Gryffindor, which is the team that most of the school roots for.
He shook hands with Lily, the whistle blew, and they took off. He soared over to me and kissed me quickly before flying up high to look for the snitch.
Professor McGonagall grabbed the microphone. "Malfoy, stop showing off. This is a Quidditch match, not a date."
He grinned at me from above, so I shouted at him to look for the snitch instead of looking at me. He resumed scanning the pitch all over.
An hour later, the game was still going, 100-all. Scorpius had to stop his team from getting too vicious. There were a couple of near misses, where Lily Potter almost caught the snitch twice, but Scorpius managed to block her both times. Almost everyone supports Gryffindor in these matches, but even their side were oohing and aahing at some of Slytherin's moves.
Scorpius was just about to catch the snitch and one of the Gryffindor beaters hit a bludger towards him and knocked him off his broom. He was only about ten feet above the ground, but he hit his head as he landed, and Lily Potter caught the snitch instead.
I ran down to him. He was just coming round, looking dazed.
"Are you ok?" I asked, panicking.
He smiled. "I'm fine."
He tried to sit up. "I didn't get the snitch did I?" he seemed confused.
I shook my head. "You were so close, then that bludger came. Are you sure you're ok?"
He reached up to stroke my face. "You don't need to worry about me so much, I'm fine, I promise."
We both stood up, and he promptly fell back down. He looked even more confused than ever.
I laughed. "You hit your head pretty hard when you fell off your broom."
He tried to sit up again. He managed it for about five seconds, and then turned away in case he puked. The matron was hurrying over, conjuring a stretcher as she came. Scorpius saw it and groaned. "I feel like such a pussy."
"You hit your head," I said, "it's normal for people to be a bit concerned."
"I'm fine," he insisted.
He was actually fine, once he could stand up without falling over. Drat. That means I was actually worrying about nothing. He seemed cheerful enough about that. He reassured me, saying that I was just showing that I cared about him.
We went to the library to get started on some of our homework. Well, I got started. He sat there staring at me, and when I told him to stop it, he'd lean over to kiss me and conveniently look at my work. This happened five times or so before I looked up and swatted at him with my parchment. "Stop copying me."
He grinned at me. "You know, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery."
"I'd be a bit worried if you suddenly turned into a girl," I told him.
He laughed loudly, prompting other students to turn around and stare daggers at him for disturbing the peace and quiet. "You know, I don't think I'd mind that."
"Of course not," I said, "You'd have your own boobs to play with at night instead of wishing I was there to perve on."
I went back to my essay. He went back to watching me.
"Stop it," I said without looking up.
He didn't stop, so I looked up. I'd never seen him look at me like that before.
"What?" I asked him, frowning. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he reassured me.
I shivered. Someone had opened a window. It's November, for crying out loud. Scorpius noticed my shiver, pulled off his Quidditch jumper and gave it to me. The black t shirt that he was wearing underneath really emphasised his muscles. I pulled the jumper over my head. It smelled strongly of him; he hadn't showered after the game, having been taken straight to the Hospital Wing. It was nice though, not overpowering. Of course, it was too big for me, so I had to roll the sleeves up. Almost as soon as I got my head through, I realised he was standing right beside me. He bent down to kiss me, looked me right in the eyes, said "I love you," and strode away with his things.
The stupid boy hadn't even given me a chance to say it back. I quickly packed away my homework and rushed after him.
I caught up with him in the corridor, and grabbed his hand to make him turn around. He looked terrified at what I might say. I ignored that, and reached up to kiss him. "I love you too, you idiot."
The look on his face was replaced with a giant smile. He lifted me right off my feet and cuddled me. "I really don't deserve you… I thought you wouldn't love me back."
"Of course I do," I said to him. "You've proven to me that you've changed your attitude. That's all I needed."
He smiled, and then his eyes travelled down my body. "I think my jumper suits you more than it suits me. You should keep it."
"What are you going to wear when you play Quidditch?" I asked him.
"The way you stare at my muscles, I don't need to wear anything," he said smugly, and I attempted to push him over. Of course I failed, he's much taller (and stronger) than me. He pushed me back and I went crashing straight into a suit of armour. Scorpius couldn't help laughing, so I threw bits of the armour at him to shut him up.
Of course, there was a “secret” after party, thrown by Hugo Weasley, and we were extended a tentative invite from Lily Potter at dinner. Traditionally Gryffindors and Slytherins didn't get on, but Scorpius had been in classes with Albus Potter and Rose Weasley for years. There was no enmity between them, even though they weren't particularly friends. They'd never even so much as disagreed. Of course, Scorpius was the only Slytherin invited and I was only invited because I was his girlfriend, and I was present at the time the invitation was issued. But still, it was nice to be included. Apparently Scorpius' father and the Potters' and Weasleys' father had been rivals at Hogwarts, but the past is the past, and Scorpius isn't the same as his dad.
We arrived at Gryffindor tower, and I felt sorry for the poor first year who had been coerced into letting everyone from other houses in. The Fat Lady who guarded Gryffindor tower glared at us as we entered, evidently she took her role of guardian seriously. Inside, there was a large space cleared for a dance floor near the crackling fire, loud music and lots of alcohol. Certain fifth years had been positioned at the stairs to the dormitories to make sure no one in the years below snuck in. There were plenty of Hufflepuffs and a few other Ravenclaws about, I saw Louise dancing to the music, spilling her drink everywhere, laughing with Allie and Albus. Hugo greeted us with a shot of Firewhisky each, it looked like it was going to be a memorable evening.
The next day we all felt rough. I retreated to the library, curling up on the comfiest chair in the quietest corner and attempted to do some of my remaining homework. Scorpius found me there after lunch (I was too queasy to eat anything) and I let him slide underneath me so that I was sat on him, my head on his shoulder and my book in his lap. My eyes kept closing of their own accord. I must've fallen asleep, because the next time I opened my eyes, Rose Weasley and Albus Potter were sitting down opposite us.
“Hey,” Rose whispered. “How're you feeling?”
“Awful,” I whimpered, closing my eyes and snuggling closer to Scorpius, who's head snapped up. He'd been dozing off too.
“Oh, hey,” he greeted Rose and Albus with a yawn. “What time is it?”
“About four,” Albus checked his watch. “Hugo's spark out in the common room, he's been there since last night.”
“Is that the Transfiguration assignment?” Rose asked me, gesturing towards the parchment on the table in front of me, and I nodded. “Do you mind if I have a look at it? I have three inches left to write and I'm stuck.”
“Rose Weasley, stuck?” I grinned, pushing the essay towards her. “I've never heard of such a thing.”
“Oh, shut up,” she rolled her blue eyes, pushing her bushy brown hair out of her face. “I left Transfiguration til today, remind me never to do that again.”
“Don't do it again,” Scorp told her, and she scowled at him.
“Lighten up Rosie, you only can't do it because you're hungover,” Albus nudged her. “That's also why your hair's giant.”
She glared at him, and I gasped. Albus Potter can be a right bitch when it comes down to it!
“I thought you were supposed to be nice,” I frowned.
“People think that,” he said. “I think it goes with my eyes. My grandmother was nice, and so is my dad, and I have their eyes. James is a trickster just like my grandfather was, and they both had brown eyes. But I'm more like James than people think,” he smirked.
“You're an arse,” Rose said bluntly.
“And you're just like Uncle Ron,” Albus grinned.
Scorp and I must've both looked shocked, because Albus quickly added, “Don't worry, it's just family banter. You must have it with your siblings?”
“I'm an only child,” I admitted.
“Me too,” Scorp agreed.
“Your home lives must be so boring with no pranks or explosions or anything,” Albus smirked.
“I don't know, my mum taught me to drive this summer,” I remembered. That had been chaotic enough.
“A car?” Scorp asked, looking fascinated. “Really?”
“It's not a big deal, most people in the muggle world can drive a car,” I teased him, and Rose and Albus nodded.
“Uncle Dudley has a seven seater car, which is ridiculous because there's only him, his wife and two kids,” Albus shook his head.
Rose snorted. “He should swap with Grandad Weasley.”
“I've never even ridden in a car,” Scorp admitted. “Grandfather Lucius would never allow it, not even in the Ministry cars.”
I stared at him. “How do you get to places?”
“Floo or apparition,” he sighed. “I hate Floo. It always makes me dizzy. Sometimes if we're going really far we take a portkey but that's not fun either.”
Rose and Albus shuddered. They clearly agreed with him.
“What about the Knight Bus?” I asked. “That's the closest thing to a car you can get in the wizarding world!”
“Yeah, if you want to go flying through a window,” Albus grinned. “Trust me, our posh little Scorp hasn't been anywhere near the Knight Bus.”
“Hey,” Scorpius said indignantly. “I'm completely offended by that, even if you are right.”
I'd never thought about Scorpius being posh before, but Albus was right. The Malfoys were incredibly rich, it was common knowledge, from their very old pure blood money that was passed down through the generations. I thought about me and my mum in our two bedroomed terraced house in comparison. We were complete opposites in that sense.
“Em?” Scorp brought me out of my reverie. “Are you ok?”
I shook myself out of it. “Just thinking about my mum.”