Caught My Eye - A Scorpose fanfic

Curses and Quidditch

Scorpius

 

“Come on! We’re going to be late for my favourite subject!” I yelled at Rose, dragging her along by the arm. It was early on a Monday morning third week back, and we had both slept in, thinking we had a free period first. No such luck.

 

“I know Scorp! Geez, calm your farm” Rose replied as we rushed along the corridors to Defence Against the Dark Arts.

 

“I don’t have a farm!”

 

“I know, shut up!”

 

“No chance!”

 

“Ugh!”

 

We got to the classroom as the bell rung, and flopped into our regular seats in the middle at the side. I fist bumped my friend Leon, and Rose briefly hugged her friend Erin. Leon was handsome with dark brown hair and blue eyes, while Erin was Chinese and very pretty. They both obviously liked each other but weren’t dating. For now, Rose and I had plans.

 

“Good morning class” our teacher, Professor Bell, breezed in. She was engaged to the Quidditch Coach Mr Wood. “Today we will be learning about the Unforgivable Curses.”

 

The class glanced at each other with worry and excitement.

 

“Don’t worry, we won’t be practicing any of these ourselves, but it is good to be aware” she announced. “Tyler, flick off the candles. We’ll be watching a short clip then reading about it.”

 

As the film started up Rose leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Since when has this been part of the curriculum? Something is up, not just at Hogwarts.”

 

Scorpius nodded slowly and leaned back in his chair, lost in thought. Should he tell his friends about the phone call? What his father had said?This wasn’t the first time he had wondered whether to confide in anyone. His gaze reached Rose. He could trust her with his life. But would she forgive him for this?

 

Deciding against taking any action, at least for now, he settled back and tried to listen to the film, thoughts still swirling in a whirlpool around in his head.

 

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At lunch Scorpius was approached by Professor Bell, He had barely started snacking into his steak when she had come over and distracted him from his meal.

 

“Malfoy” she called. Grudgingly, Scorpius got up and followed her out into the Great Hall.

 

“I heard you want to start trials for the Quidditch Team this Saturday?” He nodded. As captain he wanted to get a team together as soon as possible.

“Well I have booked the pitch from 9-12 for you. I know this is early for a weekend” she smiled wryly. “But it seems the Ravenclaws have already started training also and snatched the afternoon session.”

 

Scorpius sighed, shaking his head. Albus Potter’s work, not doubt.

 

“Well I won’t keep you any longer from your meal, but please” she placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t pick your friends. I would like to see my house redeemed from it’s poor state.” Gryffindor hadn’t won the cup for nearly seventeen years - ever since Harry Potter left. Nodding in agreement, he headed back to his seat in the Great Hall.

 

“What was that about?” Albus asked innocently.

 

“Like you don’t know, cheeky little bugger” Scorpius said, punching his mate on the shoulder. “I know you booked the pitch on purpose in the afternoon. Probably some stupid tactic of yours, making the competitors get less sleep.”

 

“Maybe” Albus agreed, biting into his sandwich. Ravenclaw had won the House Cup ever since he had become captain in only his third year. He played seeker, like his father, but had wicked tactics that meant year after year the Gryffindors kissing the shiny Quidditch Cup goodbye.

 

Dominique rolled her eyes. “Honestly boys, get a hold of yourselves. Studying is much more important than Quidditch.” The two boys gasped in mock horror, nearly falling off their seats.

“Joking” she laughed. “I know how important being sweaty and macho is to you, but try to get your homework done before practice. I do NOT want a repeat of last year.”

 

They all laughed, remembering how the two boys had fallen asleep at six am in the morning due to Quidditch finals plus an intense night of study, meaning they had missed a full day of classes and had gotten moustaches permanently inked onto their faces.

 

“I might trail for Quidditch this year” Rose piped up suddenly. There was the sound of chortling as two boys nearly choked on their food. Min thumped them both on the back, frowning.

 

“What’s wrong with Rosie giving Quidditch a go?” she asked.

 

“Only that’s she is hopeless!” Albus cried. “I think we all remember flying lessons in first year. Need I say more?”

 

Rose was subdued into silence, pouting slightly.

Scorpius narrowed his eyes. He knew that look, she was up to something.