I Still Get Jealous…
Triggers: Mention of murder.
Scorpius Malfoy, he was the King of the school; whether you believed that was due to his good reputation or his bad reputation, that was up to your personal interpretation. Some people thought he was God’s gift to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry while others- mainly the Gryffindors, believed he was an asshole. The true villain roaming within these halls. If only they knew the true villain lies within Gryffindor itself.
He had seen the way the man had been treating his best friend, threatening him, making him feel uncomfortable and even at one point laying their hands on him. Something Scorpius Malfoy never let slide with his friends. He had been furious when he found out. It was why he had to find them today. He wanted to watch them suffer. Wanted to teach this asshole that he had no right what so fucking ever to lay his hands on his best friend.
He had been walking the halls, looking for the male who was currently the sole reason for all his anger. The dark thoughts swirling throughout his mind. Whispering violent words to him. However, as Shakespeare said. Those violent delights have violent ends. And, he was soon to learn that the hard way.
Seeing the male leaning against one of the walls, Scorpius easily closed the distance between them, shrugging off his robe and throwing it over to one of his friends and loosening his tie, before grabbing hold of the male by his hair. With that iron grasp, he roughly dragged the male outside into the forbidden forest, throwing him further away from him, watching as he landed on the ground. The dark shadow lingering within his gaze was enough to silence the male. It was the look very few within the school had gotten. And, when they had gotten it- it ended with them being in the hospital wing. The Professors were never able to find out it was he who did it, his intimidation tactics alone enough to keep everybody who witnessed it silent.
”You think you can just torment my friend, and get away with it?” He asked, his voice threateningly calm as he took a step closer toward the male. His 6 foot frame easily towering over the Gryffindor who remained on the ground. ”Get up, Pearson.” Scorpius hissed, stomping on the male's hand to get his point across. ”I said GET UP!” He raised his voice now, his foot colliding with the male’s ribs with a satisfying crack- followed by the cries of the male. The whimpers. Sure, it wasn’t a sound that Scorpius himself liked to hear. But, it was sounds he needed to hear right now. To get his fucking point across.
Kneeling to Pearson’s level, he forced the male to look at him by grabbing hold of the male's hair, their gaze meeting, though he was sure the dark gaze within his own was enough to make the Gryffindor’s blood run cold. He watched the male for a moment, before speaking once again. ”You think you have the fucking right to touch my best friend like that? To attack him and leave him for dead in the hallway…You think you then have a right to go for his little fucking sister?!” He snapped, his fist now colliding with the Gryffindor’s features before throwing his back toward the ground, standing up and kicking him in the ribs once more, spitting on the ground next to him before walking away.
Rubbing his hand over his chin, he felt the blood he accidentally smeared over his face, it wasn’t anything he couldn’t fix later. But right now? Oh, right now he needs to get his point across. And, in the dark reveries of his mind…There was only one way he could do that. Pulling out his wand, he pointed it toward the male, hissing out one of the forbidden curses before he was blinded by a bright light, his body sent flying backwards. He could feel the air leave his lungs, and the twist of his stomach as he became nauseous. His mind raced with the thoughts of what just happened, a hurricane of anger roaring over any logical thoughts the Slytherin male would usually have at any other given time; but his thoughts went dark when he heard the sickening crack of his head hitting stone- leading to his world falling into darkness.
When he awoke, a low groan of agony escaped his lips. Shifting into a seated position he rubbed his head, feeling the wet, stickiness which ensured him that he had taken damage during whatever had happened. All he remembered- the only image that remained burned within his dark amnesiac mind was the blinding white light, which he could only describe as holy. He had almost been convinced it had been an angel trying to stop him from committing the ultimate sin. Death.
Rolling his neck over his shoulders, he sat in the darkness as he tried to scramble together any thoughts. Luckily, even though he was likely concussed, he was still able to remember important information; not rendering him entirely useless. He remembered he was Scorpius Malfoy. That he was in his 6th year at school, Slytherin and that he was prepared to kill a man today. But, something had stopped him. Something…Or someone.
And, it was within that thought that he heard a feminine voice shatter through the thick silence that had been suffocating him. Nothing more than a quiet moan, it had Scorpius frowning before wincing at the bright light, holding up his hand to try and protect his already pounding head. Peering through yet another white, angelic light his ocean gaze met the eyes of the one Gryffindor he hadn’t been expecting to see.
”Weasley?” Scorpius asked, clear by the tone he held in his voice he was confused. Then, frustration washed over him- a tidewave easily drowning out the country of confusion inside his mind. ”What the fuck are you doing here…Was you the one who fucking threw that spell at me?” He asked, his tone becoming one filled with disdain at the situation. Malfoy knew Weasley well enough. She was arrogant, believed she was better than everyone else. Oh, and she was fucking hot. But, that wasn’t any information he was going to hand out to her. Especially considering the previous points he had listed off prior. She seemed to have a knack of sticking her nose in where it didn’t belong. And, it seemed the Weasley girl had done it once again. Ironic considering if she knew the true reason as to why he had done what he had. She would have likely been on his side.
”What the fuck was you even doing in the forest, Weasley. Looking for a boyfriend?” He sneered, knowing it was a low blow. But hey- she had cracked his head open and stopped him from protecting his best friend…Even if it did mean she also likely saved him from going to Azkaban.
