Change Your Mind (Scorpius/OC) (1/?)
Scorpius Malfoy
You have to understand something. I didn't just wake up one day and realized 'Oh hey, I'm in love with my best friend! Woo pee!'
No, it was a lot more than that.
I'd say it had been building up for years. It was like clouds getting too heavy and releasing rain. It was simple, natural. Because the day I realized I was in love with her was nothing really of any importance.
There wasn't some grand ball wherein she looked so beautiful I then realized I was besotted with her. There wasn't some possessive boyfriend that made me realize what a fool I was for letting her slip through my fingers. It wasn't any of our dads forbidding us to see each other anymore like those ponces 'Romeo and Juliet' and we defied them for the passionate love we had for each other. She wasn't the new girl in school and I was secretly a vampire who wanted to drink her blood but fell in love with her instead and now new vampires come into town and want to kill her and-Hold on there, slick.
Obviously I've been watching way too much television.
My Muggle entertainment obsessions aside…
The day I realized I loved Kat was on a simply normal, boring day. We were in History of Magic, Binns was droning on about the goblin wars as everyone in the class was either asleep or was about to fall asleep.
I was doodling on a piece of parchment (some sketch involving James Potter getting hit by lightning and falling off the Astronomy Tower) and Kat was resting her head on my shoulder while she slept.
Kat was actually a fairly light sleeper in class and any small noise would jerk her awake every few minutes and then she tried to go back to sleep again. It was rather futile because later on she finally gave up on getting any shut eye and was rubbing her eyes tiredly and lightly yawning.
She gave attention to my little drawing and gave me a small, amused and drowsy smile. Her grey eyes were half-lidded and staring into my own for a few moments, I could see the green flecks in them and her sandy blonde hair was about to fall out of its ponytail.
It was one of those cliché moments from the movies, it was a moment. We had a moment, that connection and elated feeling they always seemed to go on about. That feeling of absolute contentment and knowing, just knowing that this was completely and utterly right.
But then she turned to the window to watch the rain outside and the moment was gone.
I watched her for the rest of the class, noticing how she would keep alternating which hand to rest her chin on. Observing how she played with her curly hair, how she bit her nails out of a lack of anything to do, how she tapped her foot along to some song she was humming.
Studying how she packed her things up when the bell rang, how she was looking at me oddly because I wasn't making any movement at all, how she was clearly getting impatient and waiting for me to do something, how she poked me in the ribs and I still didn't react, how she started to look worried and quickly tried to shake me out of stupor.
How she dragged me out of the classroom and into the hallway, muttering to herself about me acting like some brainless zombie and asking me repeatedly, "What is wrong with you?"
And the answer was simple, I was whipped.
Katharina Diggory
"Why exactly do you need these many books?" Scorpius huffed out as he carried a stack of books higher than the top of his head. All those books must weight a ton.
"Because we need it for our Transfiguration assignment," I took a seat beside Tristan at our regular table. Ever the studious Ravenclaw, he already started researching without me.
Sometimes, I think the world could crash around his ears and he wouldn't notice. "Hey Tris, found anything yet?" He shook his head no, not looking away from the book he was reading. The neurotic bookworm was almost as worse as my Mum.
Scorpius placed the books on the table with a distinct thud, earning a glare from Madam Pince in passing. Naturally, he ignored her, exaggeratingly massaging his shoulder.
"Where's Zach?" He asked as he took the seat across from me.
"Detention," I replied, taking one of the books from the pile and handing another to Tristan.
Scorpius raised his blond eyebrows at me. "Why?"
"He got into a fist fight with Cormac McLaggen Jr.," Zachary Smith may be one of my best friends, but for a Hufflepuff, he had quite a bad temper and a big mouth that just beckoned for trouble. "He'll be as he said and I quote, 'Attempting to drown McLaggen in slime/mud/dirt/deathly potions for the next few days'." There were days I wondered why he didn't get into Gryffindor. He certainly had the thoughtless stupidity down.
"Wish him the best of luck then,"
"T-bear, got anything yet?"
"Yes," the blue-eyed Ravenclaw replied, finally putting down his book. "Did you know-"
"Did you know?" Scorpius and I mimicked back.
It had become a common joke between our small group of friends (i. e. Me, Scorpius, Zach) that whenever Tristan would say 'Did you know…?' we would utter it back to him. Tristan Boot had been a bit of a know-it-all since our first year and five years later, he still tended to be quite pretentious, spouting out random bouts of information at the most unwanted of times. Oh well, we loved him anyway.
The dark-haired bookworm rolled his eyes at our immaturity. "Alright, here's what I've got…"
Moments like this, it's what's normal in our group, our small group of four consisting of the strangest and craziest misfits since the Marauders (though we can never beat them. Hello, they were 'The Marauders'!).
There's me, the one who bosses everyone around and puts our crazy little schemes into motion.
There's Scorpius, the planner who plans out all the things we would need, tactics, props, maps - you name it. Expert planning came with being a Slytherin or something.
Zach's the ever willing volunteer who will do the most dangerous parts of our schemes (sneak into the Headmaster's office, steal Katie Chang-Corner's bra, distract Filch by throwing a dungbomb at him, etc.), again, I wonder how he didn't get into Gryffindor.
And lastly, there's Tristan, the voice of reason that makes sure we didn't get ourselves expelled, mutilated, deformed, killed and all not necessarily in the same order.
We're all very odd and we accept that about ourselves and each other. Otherwise, of course, there will be blood and much crying (from them, not me).
"Did you know-"
"Did you know?"
And we all burst into laughter.