began as a classic idea fic for a shortie and ended up being ... this. One-shot possibly the longest I've ever written. I could not help it! I started writing them and discovered that I could not stop.
A week
De Lynethe for Jackie. Monday.
Monday is the day it all begins.
Not as much as "all", indeed. The important thing, it really did disturb him, setting off everything else, probably began long before at some exchange of glances in herbology class, for example, or any of the many times you shared table in the library, without him no one would notice.
But it happens on Monday when the first of the curious events that would lead to an outcome as unexpected as inevitable, but in this he has no idea when, walking calmly to class for a third-floor corridor, she appears out of nowhere with a strange statement.
- I need your tie. Scorpius
few seconds is perplexed at the sudden appearance.
is agitated. Her tone is direct, dry, no question but neither is as ordered and was limited only to appoint a fact, as if only they had stopped to tell the time. The red curls escape him in a precarious ponytail in all directions, surrounding the face flushed, and his eyes have a brightness determination is almost intimidating.
(Almost, because it is impossible for a sixteen year old girl with a ponytail, skirt to the knee and face covered in freckles million is daunting, even emerge suddenly in a desert corridor saying crazy things.)
Scorpius straightens somewhat confusing, and sets out to clarify.
- What?
- Your tie-repeated it, the more impatient. I need you to lend me. Is important.
- Do you really think I'm going to lend part of my uniform not know ...?
Your question is interrupted by a loud stamp on the marble floor and an exasperated sigh. Can only hold your breath and open your eyes in surprise as she begins to complain:
- Merlin! She exclaimed, gesturing with her hands Is it so hard? I am simply asking you to lend me your tie. For a day. Then you give it back safe and sound, and I'll owe a further, is that right?
And before you even reach Scorpius reaction has two small hands, white, around his neck, pulling the fabric as if it were a stream of air and disappearing fast and without warning, like its owner. Going to scream in protest but she already gone, turning fast into a corner of the hall. Scorpius
stands still for a few seconds, thinking, just watching the empty corner. Continues on his way to class just a minute later, when you ensure that there are no traces in it of that fleeting passage of Rose Weasley: invisible footprints, made of hair murmurs red robes on the floor too long in doubt excitacióny confusióny sensations that should not exist, but still they are there.
Tuesday.
On Tuesday morning finds out what happened.
is not to find out, indeed, spent most of the previous day trying to forget it and almost seemed better not ever recoup his tie before heard from her again, but it is inevitable. The news spreads throughout Hogwarts and before the elves finish breakfast and we all know the details for when the last glass of pumpkin juice is removed from the table.
What Scorpius heard of a group of Slytherin girls room is maso least this: the night before Rose Weasley, daughter of the war heroes Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, his best average years , Gryffindor prefect, an ideal candidate for Annual Award and Special Service Medal "had appeared in the Common Room minutes before curfew, unkempt, disheveled, with stockings and skirt twisted runs and buttons of his shirt strategically unbuttoned. A smile of war, almost like a trophy, a Slytherin tie wrapped around his neck.
The story is shocking and strange other without understanding the context (Scorpius discover minutes later).
Rose has always been a fighter (it is understood, its origins) of equal rights between classes and races and cooperation between different houses, this was never a secret. Always encouraged all forms of activities that could with members of other houses and punished discrimination he saw in any other student, whatever the reason. But yesterday, Henry Hopper-seventh year, hunter-Gryffindor team had accused her of hypocrisy, not to socialize habérsela've never actually seen someone in the house of snakes, which she therefore urged not to prejudge "bad." What Rose did was show that, in fact, did not care about "close ties" with Slytherin.
Nobody believed it, of course. Rose Weasley is very correct and ready to sleep with a stranger in order to close his mouth a fellow annoying. But the point is noted, and now the debate runs as she had proposed.
Scorpius can not but admire his determination.
After lunch, hastily leaving the Great Hall before anyone else and go to the library, where you know you will find, lurking on the shelves of the back, near the section prohibited by any investigació n extra.
- I can have her back? Rose gives
involuntary gasp and turned to face him. And then, in fact, smiles.
- Ah! Yeah, right! Sorry, not had time to get you so far.
gun is put to the pockets of his tunic, without any decorum, and seconds later found the strip of green cloth and silver, somewhat wrinkled half-day after being battered with leftover pieces parchment.
- sorry state. Seriously, today I had no time for anything. Scorpius
simply give it turn, silently, and then about an end to her face, pointing to two letters embroidered in shiny thread.
- "SM" - read it.
- Scorpius Malfoy-needs him. You should be more careful who you call an accomplice in your diabolical plans next time. Imagine that someone had seen this and thought that we are related.
And to their surprise, Rose laughs.
course and meaning, but not too high: in the library after all. Scorpius, a Again, is perplexed.
- What, are you crazy? - Says, laughing incessantly "Can you imagine the impact that such news would have given my campaign?
can only nod in silence, trying hard not to look surprised.
Wednesday
Wednesday, Slytherin and Gryffindor have double Potions class.
Scorpius, as always, is the first to arrive and take her seat in the middle of the arena from where he sees everything and hears everything and also is the least noticeable. Has inherited the talent in Potions of his father, but that Professor Slughorn (ansianísimo and deaf as a) there has never been aware. The rest of the students are coming slowly, in small groups as time progresses, and then Rose appears on the arm of her cousin Albus, just in time to fill the last empty seat in front .
are an odd couple. She, with red hair, flashy little texture but with a strength of spirit that could easily eat the world, and he, dark, shy, little, many times, like today, overwhelmed by the way we all pose their looks at them. Scorpius sometimes wondered how he, who has always done its utmost to avoid attention-which is difficult enough, considering who her father-still ; to continue spending time with someone like her cousin Rose, who is always going to be targeted. Assumes that it is simply inevitable.
Almost all places are busy and lacking only a couple of seconds to ring the bell. They feel the first blows of books against the desk, the first strums of feathers, and Slughorn is almost start writing on the blackboard when something unexpected happens. From across the room, Rose greets him with his hand. Quick, casual, a small gesture but not enough for the rest of the class will not notice and start behind a murmur of surprise. Even feel a little gasp. Scorpius
And then you do not know if only to annoy you all a little masochistic for instinct, but he returned the greeting and left amazed, for the rest of the time, stunned by the expression of the entire class, including Albus Potter.
At the end of the class, while all out of the dungeon, she intercepts:
- Hey, I really healthy today, "he says, with the most natural wonder. I was sure you were going to ignore me.
- Why would I do that?
- for any reason.
Smiles, mysterious as ever, and continues on his way upstairs. Scorpius the flame before you finish up.
- Be what I said yesterday, but I will not be the slogan of any campaign by the Union, do you understand? - says, seriously.
- never meant that you were "winks before leaving.
Scorpius Malfoy Malfoy family heir-Black, the influential son Draco Malfoy and Astoria GREENGRID, honorary member of the Slytherin house the day passed without much attention, just let NDOS driven by a curious sense of lightness.
the afternoon, Christine Grahammer dealt a steering wheel just otoñoy Music noteworthy happens on Wednesday.
Thursday
On Thursday, a day is not very memorable.
the morning, you wake up thinking about something that had not even crossed his mind in recent days: the enmity, impassable and immemorial, their two families. The fact that it is an emblem of justice and good will, a living example for the youth of the magical world and excised it an extinct and marginalized since the end of World War II.
realize, right then, that if something so concerned now because it really is considering becoming a friend of Rose Weasley. Seconds later, he realizes that if you are considering being a friend of Rose Weasley, is because it is the closest I think that may be of put him in the mouth, tongue and touch on some broom closet upstairs. Choose
the moment, ignore the second conclusion. Rato
then left the Common Room Slytherin with an uncharacteristic sense of optimism in Ely is dedicated to things the rest of the day. Rose is not even once, but not worried.
Saturday.
The Sabbath is a day of shit. Scorpius
not understand how in a miserable day (a Friday, to make matters worse, the day dull and not very particular of the week if any) the Things may have gotten out of control both.
had been perfect, all morning and afternoon. Rose had come to him at breakfast, under the watchful eyes of all his table and told him that Thursday had missed classes to be in nursing, caring for the reckless his cousin James, who had once again fallen victim to one of his jokes. Then at the end of Transformations, had been in the library to review the lesson at the end of N'Diaye in Potions-Scorpius can almost swear, their hands touched under the table all the time.
Then everything was ruined. Charms
After his last class of the day, he was up and walking as quiet as to his appointment at the library.
(What's "cool" is a manner of speaking, of course. To be honest, I was somewhat excited, and be brutally honest almost a superhuman effort was not running up the stairs.)
But never would reach its destination.
In a fifth-floor hallway near the library (To be precise, just opposite the portrait of Ulric the Bigfoot in the forest nymph), a group of kids in his house, seventh grade, someone teased from afar seemed to carry the colors of Gryffindor. Scorpius disponíaa make a detour, as he always did (was part of his philosophy of life, not to disturb but not defend, just deal with her) when she thought that way was much ma s faster than any abuse. So just happen, making blind eye. Not the first time.
Then he heard a familiar voice behind him.
- But, do you think they are doing?
Rose Weasley, displaying his famous recklessness. The boys of Slytherin at another time may well have been having ignored or mocked (prefects did not inspire much respect to that particular group), but considering recent events, Rose stood before them as the perfect prey.
Distracted, let go the small Gryffidor (who was no fool, he ran for his life the first opportunity) and went directly against it. The rest, Scorpius reminds blur.
know that he came to defend it, logically. That his companions laughed, insulted him, they insulted her in every way he could think of to "pretend that a filthy blood traitor had been mixed with someone of their race." Know that there had been threats and a fight and that when all fell unholster wands as useless cowards they were, leaving them alone in the wilderness corridors. "I'd love to know not knowing, that when turned to face her he found everything but what I expected, with a look of resentment. Remember his words
( Really going to happen without doing anything? ) and little else. Do not take up space in your mind the rest of the hours spent cursing stupid.
And now here he is, walking away from the castle on Saturday afternoon, more visible than a ghost but somewhat less corporeal. And for the first time for a serious and calculated life, has no fucking idea.
The search in the library ( was in the morning, but already was) in the courtyard (not the kind of people leaving when it's so cold) , where Common Room ( No is. And if none of it would say there ), the Board of Prefects ( eh ... is it Saturday?) and basically the whole school, to no avail whatsoever. Not until nearly dusk, while seriously considering asking some girl a second check in the bathrooms, who happen to intercept a conversation between James and Albus Potter.
- Hey you, have you seen Rose all day? - The first question, with its air of swaggering king of the universe with the right to know everything.
- The Astronomy Tower, "replied his brother, without paying much attention. He said he had a job to finish.
She runs away.
Four floors and a million steps later, actually is. Alone, standing in front of one of the telescopes, weighing something on a small scale with one hand and writing down in a notebook with the other. Scorpius realize now that is in front, that does not have a clue what he sought or what to do or how they will do or why.
- Rose in a low flame.
She emits a very audible hiss.
- Thank God. Beginning to think you were going to stand there all afternoon.
not a "I'm glad to see" , but at least he is speaking.
- Listen, "he says, coming a few steps to where she is. I am very sorry.
- What? - She asks, Now turning to face "What you're sorry?
- Well ...
- I sorry that I wanted to pass by without defending this guy? Do you regret not ever face your teammates even if you think something is wrong? Do you regret not having done things differently?
- Yes
- so sorry Just because I'm mad at you? Scorpius
lowers his head, and Rose nods. He turns toward the desktop, giving the conversation as settled, but before leaving see something dark in the way they look, as ... disappointment? Sure it is.
- It's my way of being, Rose. I avoid problems. My family is an outcast in itself, a race without side.
- You could clear his name.
- Do you think they want to do? And do not go into action against Muggles, Rose, because they know what suits them, but that does not mean I do not want.
- what about you? - Questions, getting only a few inches of him, "What Scorpius you want? And that's
. For Scorpius, is that, the moment in life, if any, in which all logical thoughts and precautions disappear without notice. A moment in which, for some strange reason, stop acting head and the words come out, yes, but from somewhere else closer to the chest or gut.
- You.
Domingo.
The clock tower gives the last stroke of twelve, and, suddenly, it's Sunday.
Scorpius believes this is his last rational thought and then does not recognize anything else, just arms and legs crossed, tongues touch and rub noses in desperate angles, feet flounder and face in an unrealistic and unstable way.
not know, and could not care less to know, how they have done so, and did not wake up even the slightest curiosity to understand how the evening in the Tower Astronomy has become, without notice, in the morning behind the scenery of the fall musical.
- could we not ... find here?
- It midnight. Even the calibrated Christine stays Grahammer rehearsing until midnight.
They kiss, when they arrive, with kisses that are almost like small air over the mountains of the source cartóny haunted by Professor Transfiguration, with the trees of cardboard and balsa wood as witnesses . Fall to the ground (or rather, the bright green rubber to represent the hills of Scotland in the third act), biting, licking, almost animal, with hands everywhere and no eyes, no ears, nothing more than the touch their bodies and a refreshing sense of indifference to the rest of the world.
Scorpius thinks briefly "Fuck them." The Potter and the Malfoys and the Weasleys, and all the bloody rivalry and bloody history of their breeds conflict.
Think, Fuck them, and then not think comes Masy the present, without stopping to ask what will happen in the morning when aware of their actions. At this point, the future is as unreal as the distant past and bloody children have been taught at home, and they do not affect them. I could never affect them.
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