You run down Platform 9¾, your feet pounding along beside the train. Late, is all you can think. Late, late, late! When you arrived on the platform, there was barely anyone there, and now you're running to get on the Hogwarts Express before it leaves the station! You make it onto the train, and start walking by compartments. You're not looking where you're going so you can see who's in the compartments, desperately looking for—
"Oomph!" you say as you run into something. Something that grabs your arms as if to steady you. You look up from the sage-green sweatered chest, and up into familiar grey-blue orbs of swirling mist.
"Scorpius!" you laugh, your face colouring, but only a little. He blushes a lot, but laughs too.
"Y/n! I was looking for you!" you take the opportunity to look at him. His short blond hair has a bit of a curl in it, and he's wearing a white collared shirt under his sweater. His robes nearly obscure his pants, but you can see that they're black.
"Do you like my sweater?" he asks. You look at it again, realising for the first time that he's wearing your favourite colour. Now you do blush. I wonder if he did that on purpose?
"I love it!" you say with a shy smile.
"Good!" he says, and smiles. "Come on, Cayla's waiting for us in a compartment a little ways down." you link arms, and Scorpius leads you down the hall to where Cayla is waiting.
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The Malfoys and Me
FanfictionSo I'm writing this in honor of my 12 year old self, who played out this fanfic with a friend at church camp. WARNING, this is coming from the mind of a young girl who was deeply in love with Scorpius Malfoy. If you fit that bill, you'll love this! ...
