Harry Potter: One Shots and Headcanons

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I do not own Harry Potter. All rights go to the talented J.K Rowling.
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There he stood. Always keeping a close proximity to her, even without knowing it.

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It was the fateful day of boarding the train for my first year of Hogwarts, school for witchcraft and wizardry, that had contained the source of my infatuation that I had ever since, it might have even been love if my pride allowed.

It was her fiery red hair that I saw when I first caught sight of her, then her warm, inviting, chocolate eyes I had seen after my departure from my parents, then her dazzling smile as she laughed at the nervousness of the son of the Boy Who Lived.

As fate would have it, as the thought of her face ran through my confused eleven year old mind, the compartment door slid open revealing the very subject of my thoughts, her cousin right behind her.

"Erm Malfoy, right?" She hesitantly asked. In that frame of mind it baffled me as to why her voice was so soothing to me. Not able to reply, I just curtly nodded my head.

"Mind if we join you? Our so called family compartment is basically bursting at the seams and your compartment seems to be the only fairly empty one," Rose had said her face wore exhaustion but excitement still dominated her facial features.

"Yeah please, all the other students are just gawking at us," Albus had said.

"My owl is not the social animal and a bit cranky but if you can excuse Crackles, you're welcomed," I said, feeling my anti-social walls crumble around her and a goofy smile both broke onto their faces.

That was the first time we ever interacted, granted the rest of the train ride was spent discussing Quidditch with Albus and Rose and Albus informing me about his collection of chocolate frog cards while Rose had fallen asleep after fiercely defending the Chudley Cannons before retiring to her thick book.

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Now there she stood. Basking with all her glory in the rare glimpse of sunlight in her proud Gryffindor attire. Her curly waves of red caressing her until her lower back and her smile broadened when Lorcan Scamander, Quidditch star pulled her into another embrace.

My heart thundered in my chest. My blood boiled. The frown I wore on my face deepened. If James Potter had not caught the snitch, like he always has, maybe I would be basking in her embrace but alas no, Gryffindor had won Slytherin agiain.

Albus had Alice Longbottom to seek refuge in, after I had convinced him that I was Malfoy enough to handle a broken nose. Guess that's what I get for having a Potter as a best friend, love, the family kind I rarely get a glimpse of within my own bloodline. Thank Merlin Potter was sorted into Slytherin.

I was so deep in thought, in memory, watching the 6 years that have passed, flash before my eyes. Try outs for Quidditch in first year with Albus. Then the rejection that Al and I used to get our first taste of trouble. Detentions, studying, pranks, potion class, Professor Doodge's hatred and fury, friendship and Rose. I had become a fully pledged Potter and Weasley, much to the distaste of my father and Mr Ronald Weasley. I grimaced and much to the pleasure of Lily Luna Potter who tended to be overly affectionate with me with other tendencies in mind.

"You look like you're in pain S," Scorpius had floated back to reality on the smooth, sailing voice of Rose Weasley.

"Nothing I can't handle," I brushed her off. What a bloody shitty defense mechanism.

"Don't be stubborn SHM, let's fix you up," Rose said gently grabbing ahold of my wrist. I pulled back, my entire arm igniting with just her touch, a look of hurt crossed her face.