AN: Here you guys go! I hope you like this chapter. And y'all forgive me for updating so late. Again. I promise I'll get better at it!

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Here We Go Again

Chapter 12: Something Wicked This Way Comes

POV: Scorpius

"Do you forgive me now?"

"No."

"How about now?"

"No."

"Now?"

"No."

"Okay, How about—"

BAM. "For fuck sakes, Louis, the witch said no!" Having had been turning red, red, and redder the more time was wasted in hearing the same rant for the past two days, Freddie Weasley snapped entirely from his dorky-demeanor and went full-on nutter. He grabbed a bowl of oatmeal and chucked it across the table; even throwing pieces of toasts and forks as everyone froze for a moment.

"When are you going to get it through your ruddy head?!" Another fork went flying forward. "She said no yesterday, she said no in a letter, she said no coming down her dormitory, she said no coming into the Great Hall, and she's been fucking saying no for the past hour!"

Fork. Toast. Toast. Spoon.

And before a knife could be flung over by the redheaded Weasel boy, his sister was quick to reach over and pull his hand down. "Breathe, Freds," Roxanne soothed. "It's okay. Let it go."

As it appeared that Roxy had managed to settle her brother for just a moment, Louis peeked from behind the First Year Gryffindor he'd grabbed for a shield; tossing him aside like the kid was a ball of rubbish paper. Reaching over for the many pieces of toast that had been flung at him, the blonde Weasley pointed his wand at it and chanted, "Flora."

The watching eyes that'd been intrigued and amused by all the begging Louis had been doing since he sat himself on his house-table witnessed him move his wrist in a circular motion; causing the toast to turn into yellow flowers.

"Forgive me now?" Weasley extended the things with a cheesy, grand smile on his face as he practically shoved them up the nose of the person he was offering them too.

"I said no!" Coral McLaggen—Blonde Weasley's girlfriend for some bizarre reason—smacked the conjured flowers away from her. "You can transfigure all the bloody flowers known to mankind, but I will not forgive you, Weasley!"

As it's been known for ages now, Louis was a sodding idiot when he extended the flowers back to the girl. "I'm sorry, Cori."

"Don't call me Cori!" McLaggen shouted as she stood up from her seat, her black hair swaying everywhere as she shook with the clear anger she'd been harboring for two days. "I'm leaving—and don't you dare follow me! I don't want to see you!"

The dark-haired Seventh Year witch proceeded to leave, her loyal friends rising from their own seats and following after her heated steps. "Coral, come on!" Louis stood from the bench, watching the pack of girls. But as McLaggen kept walking, only raising a hand in the air to give him the finger, he sunk back down. "Bloody hell," he sighed.

"You're going to have to try harder than some flowers, Weasley," I told him as I pulled out my wand from my robe-pocket. With a quick Evanesco spell from my part, a little here and there, the flowers littering all over the Gryffindor tabletop disappeared. "You did throw a quaffle at her, you know."

"It was an accident!" Weasley defended for himself, frowning at me for my statement and because the eavesdropping Gryffindors agreed with me; nodding their heads to indicate so.

"And the bludger?" I was smirking now. "And the bat?"

"Not to mention the broom—" Arriving on the importune moment to ruin my meal like always, James Potter laughed mockingly at his own cousin as his girlfriend sat beside me, kissing my cheek in greeting as she reached for a bowl of cereal. "Two brooms, if I remember."

"It was an accident!"

Finally anger-free, Freddie lost the shade of red he'd been sporting and turned to further add to the blonde's mortification. "We told you from the start that you're a bloody menace when trying to play Quidditch."

"Fuck off. I know how to play—"

"Please! You don't even know what side of the field you're supposed to be in!" Freddie interrupted his cousin's defensive comment for himself.

This entire thing was really hilarious, actually. And one—as a Malfoy and Slytherin especially—enjoyed and took full advantage of a morning when you could bring a Weasley and a Gryffindor down a peg. "And to make it worse, Weasley, you left with giggling witches after the tryouts—while your Captain was helping McLaggen cure her black-eye and bruises."

"Well, they thought I was brilliant!"

"Because you bewitched them!" Potter took reigns over the conversation now. "We saw you, mate. You even tried bewitching the Captain with your Veela eyes to get into the team."

I choked on the Pumpkin Juice I had sipped on to wash down my eggs. "Isn't the Gryffindor Captain a bloke?"

Louis turned bright red as the other Weasley and Potter both smirked tauntingly at their cousin. "...I'll just have to owl her more flowers," he muttered uncomfortably. "I've got to make this right. We haven't had a fight like this since I forgot to pull out that one time we were—"

"Oi! Shut it," I hissed at the crude git; reaching over and covering Emily's ears as her emerald eyes went wide at Weasley's lack of tact. "Some people are still eating, don't gross us out."

Potter smacked my hands away from his girlfriend's head. "We've got bigger problems than Coral McLaggen, Louis." He threw a claiming arm around Emily's shoulder and pulled her closer to his side; ignoring me giving him the finger and Emily's disapprovingly look. "We didn't get into the bloody team! And if Gryffindor loses against Ravenclaw, we are surely going to get expelled because of that bet we made!"

Emily detached Potter's arm away from her to give him and his cousins a parenting stare. "If you three didn't cause so much commotion in the tryouts you would've been a part of the team—except for Louis, that is. But you and Freddie had a chance. And if you go through with whatever ridiculous bet you made with Ravenclaw there's no telling what Mrs. Potter is going to do to you."

"For the sake of the future generations, let's hope Mrs. Potter hexes them so badly they can't reproduce," I interjected before any of the Gryffindors could respond. Smirking widely at them, I threw the strap of my schoolbag over my shoulder. "And just so you know, the Seeker for Ravenclaw is Olivia Boot this year. And we all know she's their secret weapon."

Redheaded Weasel dropped his jaw, Blonde Weasel stopped paying attention before I started talking, and Potter glared at me when I kissed Emily's head before I left them behind and started heading out of the Great Hall.

I had several things to do before my morning Charms class—specifically writing back to my mother before she sent me, yet again, another letter this week. Being a Slytherin is all about reputation, and not in the I'm-a-Pureblood-and-I'm-holier-than-you manner, but in the I-must-be-aloof-at-all-times. And that was rather hard when your mother kept sending you letters on a daily basis, especially ones from Weasley Wizard Wheezes that read themselves out loud. I was almost tempted to terrorize a Hufflepuff to get my cool rep back when the entire common room heard the heading of my mother's letter—'My darling, baby boy'. (If it wasn't for my natural Malfoy persona, which comes in handy to scare people, the terrorizing would've happened; but now only older Slytherins taunt me.)

Like it's a habit in this castle whenever you're in a bloody hurry, I was turned from my direction to the exit of the castle by a firm hand. "I need your help."

Blinking for a few seconds, I found angry brown eyes looking up at me. "Good morning to you too, Weasley. I'm doing dandy, thank you."

Rose narrowed her eyes at me. Eight something in the morning and the girl had already lost all her patience. Brilliant. "Are you going to help me or not?"

"Are you going to kiss me or not?" I dared myself to say, seeing where the limit was to try and get a snog from my girlfriend.

With a frustrated sigh, Rose lifted herself on her toes and placed her lips over mine. Before I could even tilt my head to the side to get a profound snog out of her, she had already pulled away and sank back onto her feet. "I need you to tutor Madison Mulciber for me."

"Who?"

"Madison Mulciber," she said through clenched teeth, nodding her head back.

Peeking over my redhead's shoulder I saw a blonde girl standing in the middle of the entrance corridor with her arms crossed over her chest. She was petite, and despite the Ravenclaw robes on her, the curves of her body were visible. She had been frowning, but when she noticed that I was looking her expression turned into a pensive one. I would've said that I'd never seen the girl in my life, but her dark blue eyes triggered the memory of an encounter I had in the library a few weeks ago.

I cleared my throat, looking away from the girl and back at my girlfriend. "Why can't you tutor her?"

She grunted, and I wasn't sure if it was at me or at her life in that moment. "I've got to go talk to McGonagall about me tutoring that bint! Professor Alan assigned her to me, and if Hogwarts doesn't want to see a student murdering another student in cold blood, then someone needs to remove her away from me!"

I raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with the girl?"

"Everything!" Rose hissed at me. And when it looked like she was going to hex me, she settled herself by taking deep breaths. "Madison Mulciber was best friends with your ex girlfriend, Scorpius."

"Who is my ex—"

"Belinda Rookwood." She slapped my arm when she frowned at me. "Look, I'm not going to speak ill of the dead, no matter how evil Rookwood was, but Mulciber is just as nasty as Rookwood was. This girl hates me, Scorpius. And I'm not about to sit with her for an hour every other day because she'll make it impossible and I will kill her."

At the mention of Belinda's passing—a Slytherin girl I had a brief fling with last year, but was my friend more than anything and the one who made me realize I was in love with Rose—I felt uncomfortable. I hadn't stopped to think about Belinda since her funeral last summer because of how happy I was with Rose and life, but now I felt like a royal git. Who forgets about the dead?

"...Okay," I began to speak again. "I'll do it. Just tell me what I need to help her with."

For the first time, Rose smiled. It was giant, glittering, and full of relief that it made her sparkle. "Thank you, Scor," she breathed out first, grabbing one of my hands and squeezing it tightly. "Just help her with last week's D.A.D.A lesson; make sure she gets the concept of enhancing spells when broken apart. I'll get back as quick as I can and relieve you of the misery her company is."

I smiled at my Gryffindor. "You owe me a proper date, Weasley," I said as I squeezed her hand back. "Next Hogsmeade trip. And there better be some proper snogging involved."

"I always snog you properly." There was a naughty smirk on her face that made me nervous—in the best way possible, of course. But before I could let myself fantasize about anything, Rose turned on her heels and headed towards the direction of the Head Office.

There was a frosty feel to the air as I approached the Ravenclaw girl my girlfriend was desperate to try and get away from. It made me feel nervous again, and this time it was an intimidated, unsuspecting one as her dark blue eyes pierced their way into my silver ones.

Why did I have the feeling this wasn't going to end well?