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Brutal Love by Fonzzx
Chapter 7 : Blood Traitor
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Chapter 6: Blood Traitor


It's really weird being in a bed by myself, back at Hogwarts. Scorpius and I spent the whole holiday together, either at my mum's house or at Malfoy Manor. I even met the house elf. On New Years Eve the Malfoys threw a party and invited the Potters and the Weasleys. It was quite funny because we all got a bit tipsy and Lily, Scorpius and I started arguing about Quidditch tactics, as the captains of three of the houses. I hope I didn't give too much of my strategy away. I plan to steamroller everyone. We've already beaten Hufflepuff this term. Charlie wasn't too pleased; he and Scorpius had a bet on the outcome of the match.


The next day, it was back to the same old routine. Scorpius sat with me and Charlie as usual in Potions, his Slytherin friends shooting us looks and conversing in whispers. I suppose they're not too pleased about us getting engaged (Scorp was understandably excited and was telling everyone he met, even people he didn't know). He didn't seem too bothered about it though, he caught my eye often and smiled at me and we held hands under the desk. The first day of term is never strenuous, in fact Zabini looked like he was nursing a hangover and just told us to read the book in preparation for the next lesson. It didn't really matter what we did as long as we were quiet. Charlie was doodling with his quill on a spare bit of parchment while Scorpius was whispering rubbish in my ear and I smirked at the things he was saying. Nobody actually bothered to read the textbook as we were instructed.


It was cold in the dungeons; I shivered even though I'd cast a warming charm on my tights and was wearing a grey hoody over my blouse (not standard uniform, but I'd mislaid my jumper somewhere... probably). Scorpius always notices that, so he took off his jumper and gave it to me. I rolled my eyes before pulling it over my head; he never seems to feel the cold. He spent the rest of the lesson with his arm around me. His friends looked even less pleased about that. Scorpius either didn't notice or plainly didn't care, and he kissed me on the forehead every now and then.


The day after, I was spending my double free in the library, starting some work, when Flitwick came hurrying over. "Miss Smith," he panted, "you need to come with me."


"What's going on?" I asked.


"Mr Malfoy didn't turn up for his lessons this morning. His friends told me that he was at high risk because of recent events between you and he was likely to do something stupid.”


"What recent events?" I asked suspiciously.


"His friends told me that you'd broken up over Christmas." Flitwick looked confused.


"No," I said, "We got engaged over Christmas. They're the ones being stupid."


"Why?" Flitwick looked even more confused.


"I'm muggle-born, sir. They don't like me."


"Ridiculous,” Flitwick muttered. “Absolutely preposterous. Well, we'd better find him!"


We headed towards the dungeons, where the Slytherin common room was. I spotted Nott, one of Scorpius' friends, about to enter.


I grabbed him and pinned him against the wall.


"Where's Scorpius?" I snarled at him.


"I don't know what you mean." He looked smug.


I pulled out my wand. "Let me in, or I'll hex you." Flitwick didn't stop me, which marked the seriousness of the situation.


Nott eyed my wand, looking uncomfortable. "Alright," he finally said, "but I didn't do it." He gave the password to the wall, which melted away and I ran through, and found the staircase to the boys dormitories.


Scorpius was laying on the floor, wearing nothing but the boxers which he'd slept in. There was blood everywhere, pouring out of slashes in his arms and chest. He was bound and gagged so he couldn't perform magic or even call for help. His wand was broken in half, laying a few feet away.


Flitwick immediately started performing charms and muttering incantations, to try and heal some of Scorpius' wounds. I gently pulled the gag out of his mouth and untied him.


He tried his best not to make a sound, but he winced often at the stinging of the healing spells. Once Flitwick had done all he could, he conjured a stretcher and levitated Scorp onto it. I pulled my wand out and headed out the door first. I glared at the few people in the common room. I didn't know who was behind this (although I had my suspicions), but I was so pissed off. Beyond pissed off. I was absolutely furious.






The matron cleaned Scorpius up much more efficiently and quickly than Flitwick did. Scorp's father stormed in, having been contacted by Longbottom, demanding to know what had happened and who had hurt his son. Scorpius wouldn't have any physical scars after the matron's work, except for those left by Dark magic, but the wounds ran deeper than his skin. I could tell he was traumatised.


Longbottom came in just then, and started discussing the best course of action with Draco. Obviously Scorp couldn't stay in the Slytherin dormitory anymore. But he couldn't stay in the Hospital Wing forever either. Draco demanded that he return home, but Scorp shook his head and said he wanted to continue his education, squeezing my hand as he did so. Longbottom suggested the Room of Requirement.


Draco looked confused. "I thought we broke it in the Battle of Hogwarts?"


Longbottom smiled. "It fixed itself."


I was excused from lessons for the rest of the day. Scorpius can't name anyone who attacked him, because they were all wearing masks. Death Eater masks. Idiots. Zabini's trying to get hold of some Veritaserum to question everyone in the Slytherin house. It can't have been anyone else, as no one else knows the password to the common room. All the Slytherin Quidditch practices now have to be overseen by Wright, the flying teacher.


Scorpius got sent a new wand from Ollivander the wandmaker the next day, almost an exact replica of his old one. He said it doesn't quite feel the same but it works just as well. He was released from the Hospital Wing that morning, and he asked me if he can join me at the Ravenclaw table for meals, as he doesn't want to sit at the Slytherin table anymore. Any one of those people could have been his attackers.






I performed a disillusionment charm on myself and snuck out of the common room that evening. I found myself at the stretch of wall where the Room of Requirement was. I leaned against it. I knew he was in here.


"Scorpius," I whispered through the wall, "it's me. I know you're in there, let me in."


The wall suddenly turned into a door, so I entered and reversed the disillusionment charm. He was getting ready for bed, currently topless. I saw the scars left on his chest; angry, red, and spelling 'blood traitor'.


"Couldn't she get rid of them?" I asked him.


He turned around to face me. "I told her to leave them."




His face hardened. "To remind me what happened, and to always remind me who I've chosen to spend my life with, and that it doesn't matter about your blood status, because I love you."


I didn't know what to say, so I just got into bed, and he put his arms around me, and we fell asleep like that.


I woke up a few hours later, covered in sweat. Not my own; Scorpius was shaking and twitching, having a nightmare. I tried my best to wake him up, to no avail, so eventually I had to slap him round the face. He shot up.


"Where am I?" he seemed confused.


"In the Room of Requirement," I answered him. "You were having a nightmare."


We lay back down and were quiet for a few minutes.


"Do you regret asking me to marry you?" I blurted out, and felt my face burn in the darkness.


"No," he replied immediately.


"Do you think we should call it off? I mean, for your safety, at least until we finish school."


"No," he said again. "They're the ones with the problem, not us."


I felt better that he wasn't having doubts, but I was. Right now, I just wanted him to be safe.





I persuaded Scorpius to come to Hogsmeade with us at the weekend. He didn't seem to relax until we got to the Three Broomsticks, constantly looking over his shoulder. We sat by the fire and Charlie, Louise and Allie came over to join us, bringing several mugs of butterbeer. He held my hand and we laughed and chatted all afternoon.


Later on, back at Hogwarts, Charlie came and joined us for dinner. Scorpius still eats at the Ravenclaw table with us. On the way back from Hogsmeade, as it was getting dark, I could hear various Slytherins shouting comments at us, but Scorpius just held his head up and ignored them. If he wasn't there I would've turned around and shouted something offensive back. "Your mum" jokes never get old.


As soon as we got back, Scorpius was told to stay hidden in the Room of Requirement while the teachers questioned the Slytherins. Zabini got the house elves in the kitchens to slip the entire house Veritaserum with their dinner. Scorp doesn't need to be told to stay away; he hasn't been back to the Slytherin common room since the attack. He said he prefers the Room of Requirement anyway; there's a window seat and he can look out over the grounds. There are no windows in the Slytherin common room or dormitories, as it's under the lake. The few minutes I spent in there was enough to give me claustrophobia, and I shuddered at the thought of spending seven years living there.


At around ten o' clock, Zabini came in to tell us what he'd found out. It was Scorp's so called friends, Nott, Goyle, the whole gang. Even that bitch Parkinson. They've all been expelled, McGonagall was livid. Scorpius can go back to the dormitory now, he'll be the only person in it. The only people not involved out of our year in Slytherin were a couple of girls. It does mean he'll have to replace half his Quidditch team, but I suppose that's a small price to pay for his safety.


Zabini left and we were alone again.


"I suppose my totally fantastic sex every night with you is at an end for the time being," Scorp said glumly.


"Or we could just sneak out and meet here every night?" I suggested.


He smiled at me, the first proper smile he's given me in nearly a week. These last few days must have been hell for him. His smile changed then, became the cheeky grin I knew and loved, and he tackled me playfully onto the bed, and kissed me while I was giggling.


He stopped and looked at me. "You know, if I didn't have you, I don't know how I would've got through this week."


"If you didn't have me, you would've never been attacked." I pointed out to him.


"Hmmm, true," he said, "but you're worth it."


I didn't know what to say. I didn't agree, but it's pointless to argue.

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