#find albus and just starts cat-screaming at him until he follows and al thinks he might be going a little bit insane running after scorps

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

it's one of my favourite personal headcanons that Scorpius has a grey fluffy pet cat with a clipped ear and three legs that he found abandoned as a kid and was like, yep mine, and bonded over this unwanted creature cause hes like omg people dont like me very much either!! and this cat is intelligent and loyal as hell and hisses at people he doesn't think are good for Scorpius lmao

Scorpius is general has a habit of of collecting unwanted and perhaps damaged things. he has loads of creepy and broken ornaments all over his room. but I do not only mean inanimate objects, pets and people (*cough* albus *cough*) also apply

he collects them all because he can relate to them, and because he knows he can love them

[yourmajestythequeenn]

Confessions Chapter 6

Hold onto your broomsticks kids, this ones good!

Pairings: Rose Weasley x Scorpius Malfoy, Albus Potter x OC

Warnings” Swearing, Rose falling on her ass a million times

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Chapter 6 ~ Sorcery and Slytherin

"Rose."

"Rooose."

"Rose!”

"Hmm,”

"ROSE!" Al yell-whispers at me.

"What?"

"Watch the seeker, he’s got good moves." Al whispers to me without turning his head.

He was right, the Slytherin seeker dives to the ground at an almost vertical angle then at the last second, he pulls hard on his broom handle sending him rocketing towards the bright blue sky.

Malfoy is out there too, barking orders, as the captain of the Slytherin team. Swooping out of the sky, he takes a speeding lap around the pitch, flashing his stupid grin at the other Slytherin fans out to cheer him on.

As his broomstick passes our tower, Malfoy slows his broom, screwing up his sweaty face, and pushing back his pale hair in confusion. His snake-eyes narrow into a glare, but he continues on, whooping back at his devoted fans.

Prick…

Al’s face drains of blood leaving it pale as his borrowed hair.

My stomach clenches and I shift nervously on the cold hard bench beneath me. Malfoy’s confusion terrified me, but I was not going to give up that easily.

"Let’s go," Al hisses to me, his tone panicked.

"No," I whisper under my breath. "We have worked way too hard for this." I refuse.

"But Rose, did you see him?" Al persists.

"I don’t care. I’m not scared of a fucking ferret, Potter. Unlike you," I whisper tauntingly. Maybe getting him to man up would cure his case of fraidy cat.

"Fine," he glares at me, huffing and crossing his arms. "We’ll say a while longer, but if anything happens it’s your fault, Weasley."

~

As soon as the Slytherins slink into their locker rooms, Al and I dash down the steps like children on Christmas morning.

After we finish tripping over each other’s feet in an attempt to get down the bloody stairs, Al positions me in front of the door to the Quidditch storage room with instructions to hex anyone that that tries to 'Invade H.Q' -his words not mine-

Minutes pass…

Come on Al, where are you?

The cloak brushes the ground as I pace in front of the door, impatient that one, we will miss dinner and two, that we will be caught heading back to the dorms.

I should have heard the soft foot falls behind me, I should have seen the long shadow fall across the rocky path as the sun set a fiery gold. I should have felt the presence of someone behind me, I should have listened for the ragged breathing of the intruder…

But I don’t …and I scream as the cloak catches on something and I am plowed over.

"Holy Fuck!" The idiot cursed

I tumble to the ground, rocks from the path dig into my head, my torso pinned beneath a wall of muscle, I squint through the sheer fabric, only to see a very confused person.

Wait, a very confused Malfoy…

Just my bloody fucking luck.

"What the-." his freshly showered mane flips out of his eyes to see the what exactly he had run into.

"Just who the hell do you think you are?" I wiggle under his weight. "You can’t just go around bulldozing people whenever you feel like it, Malfoy," I growl.

"Well I think you, whoever you are, should answer the first question yourself, love," he smirks. "And I did not knock you over on purpose, you’re the one that’s invisible."

"Let me up, you git." I hiss.

"No, not until I find out who you are." His hands manhandle my head until he finds the edge of the hood. He lifts the invisible material off my face and groans. "Weasley, I should have known."

"Let me up, Malfoy. This isn’t what it looks like," I insist.

He chides me, "Oh Weasley, I think I know exactly what you’re doing outside the Quidditch Pitch, after my Team’s practice, wearing an invisibly cloak." he cocks his head at me and raises his eyebrows.

Mother of dragons…I’m done for.

I feel my cheeks warm and I avoid his piercing gaze, which proves to be difficult as his face is inches from mine.

"You cheeky little spy, Weasley!" he gasped at me, like he was surprised I would do such a thing. He should know better when I have a family like I do.

"Whatcha’ going to do about it? Drag me to the headmistress’s office for breaking the rules?" I taunt, but his smirk only grows. He wouldn’t dare!

"Well, now that you mention it…"

Oh, shit. Think Rose! Think! What would James do to get out of this mess?

"Think about it Malfoy, is that what you really want? I’ll fight you the whole way because if I’m going down, you’re coming with me. You can say goodbye to Quidditch. " The blatant anger in my voice is overpowered by a lump in my throat.

Rose Weasley you will NOT cry in front of a Malfoy, I command myself

At the threat of being stripped of our privileges, Quidditch included, he caves. "Fine, you win." I breath a silent sigh of relief.

"Can you get off me now?" I plead.

"In a minute, Weasley I just wanted to let you know that-." The slamming of a door, followed by loud joking voices interrupts him, causing us to lock eyes. His team mates must be coming. Malfoy’s face fills with anxiety, probably wishing he wasn’t about to be caught on the ground with a half invisible female Weasley. Trust me, that’s not good for the Malfoy image.

"Weasley, go!" he whispers and rolls off me, "Hurry before they catch you." I don’t need to be told twice. I sprint around the nearest corner, tripping over the cloak in the process.

I catch my balance and press myself against the wall of the pitch, eavesdropping on Malfoy and his Quidditch mates.

"Oi Malfoy, that you?" questions a deep voice that could only belong to the Slytherin beater, Archie Goyle.

"Yeah, it’s me Arch," replies Malfoy.

"We thought you were out here with someone, didn’t we boys?" Goyle continues and the other Slytherin’s grumble in response.

"Nope just me mates," Malfoy persists.

"You sure?" Goyle sounds suspicious.

I peek around the corner and the last bits of sunlight reflect off their faces.

"Yep, I haven’t seen anyone, anyway it’s almost dinner we better be getting back to the castle," Malfoy changes the subject, turning on his heel. Heading back up the rocky path to Hogwarts. I breathe a deep sigh of relief when the rest start to follow. Sliding down the rough wood of the pitch till my bottom touches the prickly grass, I pull down the hood of the cloak and run my hands through my damp, messy curls.

The realization hits me like a pile of dragon dung.

Scorpious Hyperion Malfoy just saved my ass. Not only from McGonagall’s wrath but from the torment of his mates. He had every chance to turn me in or rat me out, but instead he let me go.

That was very unlike the Scorpius I knew, what the fucking hell am I going to do?

Okay, character development and some light flirting?!?! 

I was so excited to post this chapter, cannot wait for y’all to see how Rose and Scorp progress...or regress? 

Thank you so much for reading, please leave a note or drop me a comment if you loved it and want to see more!

Em  

[nineteen-yearslater]

What are some stan-out features fromt he NG?Not like, bravery/kindness/beauty, but like, my friends have picked up on the way I eat apples and how I always shake my legs a lot and how I always have my hair in a bun. So, things that mark each of the kids, for example, Lily bites her nails to the flesh cronically, or Hugo always always always has a green cloth with him on his pocket? Thins their friends always think of when they think of them or that would be caricaturized in a cartoon?

The grammar in this is so mixed … some things are of theform “eats apples” and some are “eating apples” so I apologise in advance lol

Ted: When he hada cold he did a horrible loud sniff that everyone could hear, right up until hewas 23 and Victoire threatened to dump him unless he quit doing it // tappinghis fingers in a rhythm on his leg or if he’s holding onto a pole on the bus //ever so slightly moving to a tune in his head when he’s alone // his foreheadcrinkles whenever he smiles

Victoire: Ifshe’s hanging out with her friends or sitting in a room she’ll see life througha metaphorical camera lens and look around until she finds the perfect shot //between 15-20 she has a slight frown/tenseness with one of her eyebrows //likes to sit with her knees up, especially in class // doodles by creatingpuzzles and then solving them on the side of her parchment

Dominique: Shedid ballet until she was 14/15 and so unconsciously pushes herself onto thetips of her toes when she’s standing still // breaking food into little pieces// has a haughty look on her face without meaning to // perfectly clean uniformat all times // the last person you’d expect to play sports but whenever shedoes she becomes a completely different, happier person //without realising it,tosses her hair sometimes in the same way some people roll their eyes

Louis:Rubs/itches his face like an animal cleaning itself // smiling at everyone hepasses with a massive beam on his face // when he yawns, he stretches his handsto the sky and his shirt always lifts up so you can see his stomach // cockshis head on the side when he’s trying to figure something out // his blue eyesgo really wide when someone comes to him needing to talk about personalproblems, because he’s trying to understand // strange smell of burning followshim wherever he goes after the age of fourteen // if you see him, also expectto see Lorcan close by

James: Using hishead to throw his fringe out of his face // rubbing his stubble when he’sthinking // pushing his glasses up his nose with his thumb // calling tofriends from across the Great Hall/massive crowds in a way that certain boys do// leans back on his chair with his hands behind his head and feet propped upon the desk // went through a phase of putting his school tie around his head// randomly throwing a smile someone’s way even if he doesn’t know them (whichfreaks them out because … what the heck is he up to) // beginning mostsentences with “Hey, did you hear …” and spreading some gossip

Albus: Raisinghis chin to look through his glasses more squarely // smells of animals //rests his arms and head on a pile of books when he’s taking a break from workin the library // the catchphrases “Merlin, I wish I’d slept through thislesson”, “I should’ve stayed in bed this morning” // absent-mindedlystraightens his notes or parchment when he’s listening to someone talk

Lily: Sticks herwand through her messy bun to carry around // that stubborn, hard look thatGinny sometimes gets // when she’s bored in class she starts writing out aletter to her penpal Lysander // never tucks in her school shirt // theconstant nagging from teachers in the hallways to straighten her uniform outfollows her wherever she goes // has a bounce in her step, so her walk isn’tall one level but rather up and down

Rose:Almost-permanent charcoal smudge on her nose // at a party she’s immediatelydancing on the balls of her feet // always wearing denim // says “I’ll pray foryou” when her friends are being morons and actually means it // stands on hertip-toes in the corridors a lot to look for Al – most students aren’t surprisednow when they see this red bushy head of hair popping up over everyone else’s// always with a large group of friends around her // eating breakfast in thehallways as she walks to class with Al, so she can eat it with him

Hugo: Constantlyrearranging/straightening things whenever he’s still // glaring at Lily butbeing most comfortable when she’s around // he has a different laugh sound whenhe’s with his guy friends // talks with his mouth full if he’s super hungry //loves roast chicken // sometimes has this pompous note in his voice when he’slecturing his cousins (an action also associated with everyone around himrolling their eyes) // jumping down the last few steps of a staircase insteadof walking them // smells of lemons

Molly: Every sooften she’ll completely stop and then her eyes will go wide and she’ll take adeep panicked breath before carrying on as normal // cat hair on every singleschool jumper // never wears make-up // when she’s got a lot on her plateshe’ll drag her fingers through her hair and do a screaming face without makingany noise // doing a complete Percy on the first day back of term with thewhole “First-years follow me … excuse me, I’m Head Girl!!!!!” // pretty muchalways seen with a younger student at her side who she’s helping that day

Lucy: Entering aclassroom and accidentally bringing in a pile of leaves with her whenever she’sbeen hanging out with Hagrid // every so often closes her eyes to meditate butshe does it anywhere and everywhere // eyeing up people’s outfits to getfashion inspiration or see what clothes would look good on them // when she’sshocked she brings her hands to her mouth // green eyeliner when she’s in herschool uniform // plays with her hair when she’s bored/concentrating // everysingle one of her weekend outfits has paint spilled somewhere on it

Fred: Does thisthing at the dining table where he’s propped up with his head in his hand andhe’s half snoozing and half eating // Thestral burgers are his delicacy ofchoice // smells of a strange mixture of cake and fireworks // Weird Sistershoodie on all the time // always instigates passing notes in class // hides lowin his seat when a teacher is asking questions so all they can see is a shockof red hair at his desk

Roxanne:Permanent sly grin on her face // wears her hair in a side ponytail // chewsgum // scuffs the toe of her trainers slightly when she’s waiting for someone// humming the same song all day // Muggle boy bands from the 90s (i.e. whenfriends hear them on the radio they instantly think of Roxanne) // when lookingat something in the distance, she squints her eyes and opens her mouth slightly// constantly being seen with friends who are boys but never seen dating any

Lorcan: Doodleson his friends’ arms when he’s bored // winks at any girl who walks by // talksabout how hot Victoire is a lot // stares up at his long fringe when he’sthinking as though he’s examining it for something // rolling his sleeves up nomatter what // kicking pebbles that appear in his path //  leaning back on his chair

Lysander:Blushing under his floppy fringe // baseball caps // leaning against walls withone leg at a triangle with the wall (so his foot’s on the wall) // ALWAYS sitsup straight // 99% of his wardrobe is plaid shirts // eyeing his friends andusing his internal idiot-radar to suss out if they’re up to no good

Scorpius:Absent-mindedly sketching comic book characters on spare bits of parchment,before crossing them out because they’re rubbish // does funny impressions ofteachers a lot // when he’s listening/working, he sits with his legs apart(standard guy practice) and leans forward with his elbows just touching his knees,so his arms dangle towards the floor // quickly runs his fingers through hishair, pushing it back from his face