The Potter's Daughter

Giggling... a different point of view...

P.O.V. Scorpius Malfoy

"ok, listen to this joke," I said, " what would happen if Voldemort went to that muggle thing...Cinema 3D?" I asked, she looked at me as if I had just asked her how much one plus one is,  "He would kill all the muggles??" she finally spoke, "No." I said as if that would never happen, and kept going with the joke, "the only thing that would happen with Voldemort if he went to the movies watch something 3D would be that his 3D glasses would keep sliding down...." I barely made until there, then I fell in laughter.  "cause...cause he doesn't have a nose!" and I kept laughing. She closed her eyes for a couple of seconds as if trying to decide if she would simply push me out of the bed or curse me, "It is the stupidest joke I've ever heard..." She said and shortly after something happened. She giggled, and for goodness sake, what a giggle! It was the cutest...Her mouth would smile, at first, then, as if deciding if she should or not, she would gradually show her beautiful teeth...They weren't perfect, the two upper ones in the middle were slightly bigger, like the ones of a mouse. But it just made it cuter. They were bright white and shined with the weak light. Her cheeks would get a bit redder as if the freckles had decided to spread their color. And she would move her head a little bit making red hair move as if in an electric shock. 

  It made me remind of when I first met her. But let me tell you all the story...

   It all started when I first got to Hogwarts, I was pretty famous you know... Even though all my family's history all the girls liked me. I was told by the boys to be very lucky, that I had the attention of all the pretty ladies and that I didn't even need to bother flirting.

But obviously, as I always did, I wouldn't make things easier for myself... I only found someone able to catch my attention when I first went to my new best friend's house, Albus, at Godric's Hollow for Christmas. It was the first time I had the feeling my dad once told me about when he first saw my mother.

I've got to admit that everyone was very kind to me and all despite the fact that I was the son of a Death Eater and was in the presence of Harry Potter. However, I was treated very bad by this little nine-years-old redhead. She was clumsy, stubborn and very annoying. She liked to call me many names that weren't my own; Weasel, prat, "thing" and others that I better not mention. She was a quidditch goddess, unfortunately, and she simply didn't care about my hair, my (great) abilities with the broom or anything all the other girls gossiped around through the Hogwarts corridors. She just treated me like a random boy would, the prettiest thing about her was that she absolutely didn't try to be pretty. The most shinny thing about her was that she didn't try to catch everybody's attention. But she did anyway... The worst thing was that, deep down,  I knew I would have to bear her since she was Alb's little sister and even if I tried, no girl managed to arrive at her level...

  From that point on you could say that I might have had a little crush on her. Maybe not so little... Perhaps I was completely mad for her, you can't really tell...So, of course, the first thing I'd do was to completely not know how to deal with it. My dad was always at the St. Mungo's Hospital "healing people" and stuff so I never had the opportunity to talk about it.

  The best way I found to talk to her and keep a relationship without her or ANYONE else finding out what I actually felt for her I decided to treat her as if she was my own little sister. I guess it worked out. She obviously doesn't know I like her, and I obviously know she hates me. We've never had a conversation that I actually called her by her name. And if I did, I know she would say something like: "It's Potter for you, Malfoy" and I would stand there with sad eyes and a banana mouth, making a complete fool of myself. Which wasn't something I was very used to...

  That afternoon though, two days after the attack, we weren't fighting. I was very happy to help her but I knew it was something I shouldn't get used to. I knew it wouldn't last long. I knew that she would probably realize that I was who I was and that she still didn't like. And then, just then, the things would get even worse than before, even though the behaviour was the same towards me. Because I would see how good it was to be close to her, and forget about it would be simply an impossible quest.

   When it was near midnight  her light-pink coloured mouth made a sound similar to the one kittens do when trying to meoh, she yawned. Every single movement was very hard and exhaustive, I knew she was tired and I knew it was mean to keep her awake so our time together would last for a bit more but I couldn't help it. I also found myself in a very confortable position. I found myself laid with my head beside her feet and she landed me one of her pillows so yeah, I was way too lazy to go to my room, wich by the way was very far away from where we were.

    It kept going like that until I was the only one awake, I looked at her while she slept, peacefully, and like an angel. I was about to fall asleep too when I saw a figure walking towards us. It had a short dark hair and I'm not really sure but when it saw me it simply turned as if had seen enough. It was way too dark so I couldn't describe who it was and I've got to admit that I wasn't really interested. Until of course the next day.

  The Sun came crashing in and I annoyingly opened my eyes. I looked around and saw nobody, then I remember last night and how I ended up at the hospital wing. I looked forward to see bright green eyes staring at me. I almost jumped when she said: "Good morning!" she seemed to have slept very well, "Good morning" I said, with a very groggy voice. She looked great, I've rarely seen her happy at my presence (except for yesterday) and she pratically shined. But for some reason I had a concern thought about it, so I asked, "Why are you so happy? Did they give you some medicine?" but she didn't reply with a bitter tune as she always did, she just smiled even more. "No...But something better happened!" Potter....I mean, Lilly moved her toe and started touching my arm with her feet (that were right beside me) I was going to ask Madame Pomfrey if she was ok when I realized what she was doing. "LILLY! YOU'RE MOVING!" I shouted and smiled, she could move again! "It's just a matter of time now" she said happily, "I talked to Madame Pomfrey and she said that the medicine finally started acting!! I'll be good in less than two weeks!"

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