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For all the stories of what happened on the vacation go to the FULL VERSION of the fic in the description.
You shove your last sweater into your school-issued trunk, and slam the lid shut, willing it to close all the way. It flops against the pile of clothes inside, and you groan, wondering why the charm on your backpack had a clothing limit. "Stupid galleon-hungry gits," you mutter under your breath. "Guess I'll have to do this the old-fashioned way..." with that, you get on the bed with your trunk, and sit on its lid, squishing it down just enough to buckle down.
With that gruelling task complete, you flop onto your side, bunching the rich fabric of the bedspread into a ball, trying to remember the feeling of such luxury.
"Is this a bad time?" You jolt upright and look towards the doorway to find Scorpius standing there, leaning against the doorframe, a smile toying with the edges of his lips. Your heart gives a little flip. You've gotten so comfortable around each other that you realise his dorky manner is starting to fade; he doesn't stutter or trip over his words as much as usual around you. You're kind of conflicted about this, but at least he's still himself.
"N-no," you say with a laugh, realising that you're the one who's acting dorky now, "you're just in time to congratulate me on getting packed all by myself, dragon-boy." his half-smile turns into a pseudo-scowl, and you give him a teasing grin.
"Congratulations," he deadpans, "I never could have imagined that such a difficult task could be performed by one person."
"Ha ha," you say, getting off the trunk and pulling it off the bed. "What do you want?"
"Well I was going to help you pack," Scorpius says as he enters the room, his small smile returning, "but I see I am rather superfluous in this situation." you glance over at him in annoyance.
"Big words don't mean big intellect," you grumble, hauling your trunk into a vertical position. Scorpius only laughs, and takes the handle of the trunk out of your hands.
"Here," he says good-naturedly, "let me be useful please."
"I'm sure Essie would be more than happy to help," you say, thinking of how the cheerful house elf had practically unpacked everything for her. "She seems to love what she does!"
"I'm sure she'd like to help too," Scorpius says, wheeling your trunk out the door, "but it's my turn now!" you laugh, and follow your best friend to the front hall, where Mr and Mrs Malfoy are waiting to drive you both to the station.
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The Malfoys and Me
قصص الهواةSo 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! ...
