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[scorpius hyperion malfoy]

Scorpius Malfoy was exactly what people pictured him to be. He could be kind when he wanted to, but those moments were rare. Otherwise, he was the selfish jerk who people seemed to dislike. It really and truly didn’t make sense to him; Scorpius thought he was wonderful. However, he knew why some girls hated him; he didn’t deny the fact that he was manipulative person towards them.

He was aware that when classified as an asshole, it would result to some females showing hatred towards him. A majority of the time it had to do with their past encounter with Scorpius. They had thought he was being honest when he told them that he loved them and that they were the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on. Obviously after he had sex with them a couple of times he had ended it, and those girls held a terrible grudge towards him. But it was their own fault; people were constantly advising them to stay away from him because he had never been serious about relationships. But they were too dense to follow advice and allowed for Scorpius to have his fun. Of course, Scorpius had no objection to this. But he continued to tell himself that he was not to blame for these girls holding grudges towards him - none of them were truly able to catch his interest. None actually gave him something to fight for, so who could blame him for growing bored?

A few nights ago, he had tried to deal with his boredom by having his own party – it was Christmas break and his parents were out of town: the perfect opportunity. Of course, it had gotten out of hand with more people than he had expected and drunks everywhere. And at five o’clock am, when everyone had finally left, the mess was repulsive and the house reeked of vodka. But that was the beauty of house elves, because while they cleaned, he was in his room, fucking two moderately drunk girls and after, sleeping away like a baby. The plan had been simple: wake up at 2pm and get the girls out of his house, because his parents would be home by 2:30. However, Scorpius had woken up earlier, and while one of the two girls was fast asleep, the other offered to give him a morning treat. While the Slytherin was happily having his best friend sucked, time was passing and the clock had already met 2:30. No house elves had informed him and if it weren’t for the stupid elves, he wouldn’t have been in this mess. His parents had come home to a spotless house and thus, wouldn’t have suspected the party, but once his father had entered his room, he had let out a horrific yell of “SCORPIUS, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!”

[/color]when he saw his smiling son merrily getting a blowjob. And then the young Malfoy had screamed in surprise, kicked the girl off of him, and pulled the cover over his naked body. The rest of the story speaks for itself – Scorpius was grounded, and punishments were worse considering his mother had already walked in on him in the midst of screwing a girl in Astoria’s work office. Now, after spending his hours helping out at soup kitchens, where he fed the dirty homeless, nursing homes, where he assisted the clueless elderly, and animals shelters, where he cleaned the shit of nasty dogs,, Scorpius was more tired than ever. Perturbed with his parents for this cruel sentence to volunteer, his last few days of the Christmas break ad been helping out at St. Maladies hospital.

He had read to children and made beds, and a load of other useless stuff, and today, his last day of being grounded, he was doing something where his strength would be put to good use. Wheeling in patients to their necessary wing wasn’t that bad, and working in the hospital was by far the easiest task he had done. It was the afternoon and Scorpius had been called to take a patient to the fourth floor for having an injury from a spell gone wrong. One look at her, passed out in the arms of her father (or another male Scorpius couldn’t identify), Scorpius happily took her from the man’s arms and carried her to a hospital bed. Despite the fact that she was sleeping, Scorpius still felt the need to run his fingers through his messy hair to fix it and brush off any dirt from his clothes. The unconscious girl in front of him was beautiful, and as dorky as it sounded, he wanted to look his best. Taking her up to the fourth floor and into a room, he took a seat next to her and waited for a med-wizard to enter so he could leave. However, once the doctor did enter, he quickly told Scorpius to put on a pair gloves and take care of the patient’s wounds. The doctor had another crisis to deal with, and Scorpius couldn’t help but look towards the doctor as if he was completely stupid – he had never done this kind of shit before, and there were other nurses and university students for this. Dipping a cloth in sterile saline and placing it against an open wound on her arm, the Slytherin shuddered while cleaning the blood. Moving onto the smaller scar on her face, he swallowed hard when her eyes fluttered open. “How’d you manage this?”[/color] He asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly, referring to the fact that she was injured. [/blockquote][/blockquote]



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[ilse amelie remercier]

Ilse's Christmas break had been eventful. In her three weeks off she'd spent time at home and had traditional play fights with her two brothers, before sneaking away from her parents to stay with one of her muggleborn student friends who had a flat in Hallows. She'd been staying with her for two weeks, and although parties weren't usually her thing, she'd decided to celebrate New Year in the traditional student way- get drunk on red wine and do some stupid things, like go first footing (well, this wasn't her tradition, but her friend was Scottish and liked to do things in their fashions). Ilse's parents had objected to her going- Christmas and New Year had always been such a family affair, an event that they could celebrate together- in comparison with the other events like birthdays, that due to the nature of the kin, were always spent apart. But she had gone anyway. Ilse needed to fly the nest. Her brothers had always been allowed to do things, but she, as the youngest and the girl, had been limited- even in her deeds at Hogwarts- knowing that her brothers, however kind they were, were protective and would clamp down on any nasty rumours in two seconds flat.

So, New Years Eve had arrived, and their night of red wine drinking had been pleasant- Sebastian, Ilse's brother, had also been there, but they were the kind of siblings that got on well and didn't try to embarrassed one another ridiculously in the company of their friends and mutual friends. They'd talked, danced and got through a fair amount of alcohol when their ears were pricked by the news of another party that promised to be less intimate. News to Ilse's ears this wasn't. Most parties in the city were more happening than their cosy gathering, but regardless she was dragged by her sociable brother and her excitable friends to a manor on the outskirts of the city.

As soon as they had entered the house, Ilse realised that had the host been their to greet them neither she nor her brother would have been allowed in. It was a mansion, huge in every way- her parents apartment would have fitted five times inside the atrium. Her friends had bit their lips nervously and giggled, but they soon managed to disappear into the crowd, leaving Ilse and Sebastian standing clutching drinks nervously. To onlookers they probably looked like a couple, but really their hearts beat in their throats and downing their drinks was a way to try and escape the situation.

It wasn't like Ilse was unused to being the uninvited 'mudblood' anywhere. At Hogwarts it had never really been a problem, nor at university, as people hadn't known, and people just thought her a little odd for being so good at muggle studies. If people asked, Ilse just didn't tell. But the parents of some of her friends- had she ever gone to their houses and felt free enough to tell the truth, then she had recieved a frosty reception. So, she felt it was natural that she avoided the houses of renowned purebloods.

However, they persevered- through use of alcohol. The ticking of the clocks grew more and more shrill as the night passed until midnight, when Ilse was caught up in the movement of the crowd of youngsters. Her brother had disappeared, and she was almost the more worse for wear. One of her friends had found her earlier in the night and convinced her that a drinking game with Firewhisky was a good idea. She would regret that later. When midnight struck she was flung into some guys arms and kissed for the obligotary time, but Ilse couldn't say that she remembered it terribly well. Soon after, her brother had taken her into a bedroom and stood guard over the door until early in the morning, when he slunk off home to face his parents with bleary eyes. It had been at around that point that Ilse had woken up, slightly confused as to why she was lying under a crimson canopy, and sat up rather a little too abruptly. In doing this, she smashed her arm on the glass bedside table, breaking it and slashing the underside near her elbow. In her still-drunk state her head flumped forward into unconsciousness, also recieving a few small wounds. After that, she winced a little and blacked out.

So, waking up in St Maladie's was something of a surprise for her. Bleary eyed and only just beginning to recover from the night previously, Ilse felt someone prodding at her left temple, and screwed up her face in a wince. Her eyelids fluttered a little as she attempted to avoid the blinding white light, and she was aware of the presence of someone. A headache struck almost immediately, and she wished that she could just black out again.

Yet the voice above her was saying something, and she managed to make it out, trying not to move (that seemed to get the reaction of more painful jabbing- though it probably wasn't deliberate). 'How'd you manage this?' It was a silky, male voice, not the screechy nurses voice that Ilse associated with this bizarre hospital.
More of an attempt to open her eyes, and Ilse made out the figure of a boy, or a man, she couldn't be quite sure. He didn't seem older than her, but surely he would not be sitting unchecked in a hospital cleansing a patient's wounds had he not been trained?

Ilse opened her mouth, and smiled a little, still keeping as still as possible. 'It's a long story,'

[/color] she smiled weakly, giving a soft chuckle as she said it, 'but it wasn't a terribly exciting incident- just the aftermath of too much firewhisky.'
The room was becoming clearer now, and Ilse could see that the figure above her was indeed a boy. She frowned a little, and smiled too. She was an inquisitive soul, and often asked questions at the most inappropriate moments- such as now. It was a childlike aspect of her personality- she wanted to know things and most questions that came to the tip of her tongue totally bypassed her brain and just escaped onto her lips.
'You look a little young to be a doctor, should you be doing this? ... Not that I'm complaining, just curious!'[/color] Ilse shrugged the last bit- no need to irritate the boy with the stabby instruments and stinging disinfectant.
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[scorpius hyperion malfoy]

The fact that the Malfoy family detested those who weren’t purebred had been public knowledge for many years. The reason was complicated, but the concept was simple; anyone whose blood status was tainted by a muggle was considered below them. There was no ladder of half bloods having a higher degree of respect than muggle borns. They were both regarded as disgusting and the Malfoy’s refused to involve and interact with those outside the blood type circle. Naturally, Scorpius had been raised to believe the same thing and had been taught, as severe as it was, that those different than him in this particular matter didn’t even deserve to live. His parents had informed him on the intentions of the late Dark Lord and how he had planned to kill those who weren’t pureblooded, and it had occurred to Scorpius that perhaps this wasn’t such a bad idea. The only problem he saw in the idea was the inbreeding; he had been offered, one more than one occasion, marriage requests from females he later discovered were somehow related to him, despite how distantly related he was to them. He found that idea revolting, and had made sure his parents turned down those offers. But being raised by Malfoy’s would, no doubt, result in him having a certain dislike towards people who weren’t pureblooded. Often, however, he spoke to and became fond of people whose blood status he had yet to be aware of, like the woman in front of him.

She was rather pretty, and despite the fact that she looked slightly older than her, her plump lips and the freckles scattered across her nose allowed for a somewhat innocent appearance. And atop this, something seemed different about her in comparison to the females Scorpius usually surrounded himself with. He pondered for a moment, and after a minute, came to a conclusion. She seemed intelligent, like she was capable of using her smarts to get her out of sticky situations and allow for things to work in her favor. That made sense, seeing as the women Scorpius were mostly fond of were those who he classified as good fucks, and those girls were usually as brilliant as a rock. And, the more he thought about it, she seemed familiar. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he assumed that he had gone to school with her. Obviously, she would have been in a few years above him, but Scorpius had taken the liberty of admiring all the women that were worth it who attended Hogwarts, despite their age.

It had made sense that people Scorpius had never even met would be entering his house the night he had thrown the party. Word was capable of spreading like wildfire, and it wasn’t difficult to assume that because Scorpius lived in a mansion, his wealth opened doors to a variety of liquor. And really, all most teens were interested in was having fun and getting drunk. Atop this, Scorp had always been a popular guy, not only because his family was loaded or pureblooded, but because of the way he carried himself. Scorpius strutted about like an all too proud peacock, smirking deviously as if he had tricked life into going exactly the way he wanted. And for the most part, the spoiled young man was capable of having what he wanted, when he wanted. However, the past week had taken a toll and Scorpius’ usual happiness had drifted away like a boat quickly moving away from the shore. Life was perturbing considering instead of spending the Christmas break visiting friends, getting drunk, and fucking around, he was volunteering. And he had never volunteered a day in his life! His family had donated money and did this often, but mostly for publicity; Scorpius knew his father liked having his name printed in the papers. Frankly, Scorpius wasn’t enjoying spending his precious time helping others, and while many found it blissful, he found it irritating.

Scorpius chuckled at her first comment, smiling softly. To be truthful, it felt good to actually be having a real conversation with somebody, even though she was a stranger. The last actual conversation he had had, not including the orders he had been given all week, was with his parents after they had barged in on him that afternoon after his party. They had questioned him consistently, trying to figure out if he needed to attend consoling again. A few months ago, his parents had hired him a therapist and had assumed that he had Satyriasis. He had proven the therapist wrong, and had instead, tried his hardest to act angelically in an attempt to convince his therapist that he had been cured. And after a month, his parents had believed so and no longer saw the need for him to go to therapy. However, they didn’t seem convinced when they had walked in on him.

Shrugging his shoulders at her next comment, Scorpius continued to clean the small cuts on her cheek. “I’m actually not a doctor, I’m just volunteering here. To be honest, it’s punishment for throwing a party a few nights ago.”

[/color] He half smiled, repressing a laugh seeing as he didn’t want to ruin it by telling her that the real reason he was being punished was because his father had walked in on him getting head from an easy girl, while another merrily slept beside him. No, he found it easier to twist the story slightly. And, truly, Scorpius was surprised with himself for talking so much. He usually didn’t like talking to people he didn’t know, and seeing his negative mood as a result from punishment, he was even more staggered. “I’m Scorpius Malfoy, by the way.” [/color] Sadly, he wasn’t incapable of having his last statement sound rather supercilious. He was much too proud of who he was, and he couldn’t help the haughty smirk that began to play at his lips as he introduced himself. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]



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[ilse amelie remercier]

Scorpius Malfoy. There was a name that Ilse remembered. She'd not been at Hogwarts long, but she remember that. It wasn't like the boy had made a particularly huge impression on her personally, but she knew the things he'd done. Terrorised the muggleborn population of Hogwarts, including her brothers (but not her- that she had never understood), concocted the potion that would later go on to kill muggleborns (well, this was just a rumour, but everyone knew it. It wasn't like the Slytherins had tried to hide it from anyone, apart from the staff members). He fucked any girl he wanted, though of course the less willing ones never came out against such a powerful figure within the student hierarchy, even though what they'd suffered through must have been horrific. So, although this probably flashed through her expression when the slight smirk hit Scorpius' face, she tried to stop it, but winced at the cleaning of her wound. She also supposed that in these situations she would then give her name, but a tiny little strand at the back of her brain mischeviously decided that it would be more fun to withhold that vital information. It wasn't so much a game she was playing, but she loved seeing people's reactions, seeing how people interacted with someone whose rank they weren't entirely sure of.

"Delighted, I'm sure,"

[/color] she smiled at Scorpius, trying not to move her expressive eyes as much as she usually would, for fear of more pain at the hands of Scorpius. Wincing at the discomfort one too many times for her liking, Ilse's eyes began to scan the room. Sterile, white. The sort of atmosphere that made her completely and utterly uncomfortable. She gulped a little, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She had never liked hospitals- especially hospitals that looked like hospitals. Grinning inanely inside at this ridiculous thought she looked around, shivered a little and reached for her short cloak, pulling it around her shoulders. After that, she buttoned it, and contented with that sat still for a short while longer, before attempting to continue the conversation.

"Volunteering? I wasn't aware that that was something Malfoys tended to do, or punish each other wish. Have you turned over a new streak- become a Hufflepuff perhaps?"[/color] Ilse laughed, hoping to show that she was actually joking, in comparison to being mean to the yellow and black striped house, in which many of her friends (well, some of her friends) resided. But she knew that for people of the Malfoy's ilk, witches and wizards in Hufflepuff were the kind that needed to be weeded out of normal wizarding society. "Must have been some party though, swinging from the chandeliers, or something a little more scandalous?"[/color] Ilse raised her eyebrow for the latter part, as if implying she knew exactly what more scandalous would be on Scorpius' part.

She waited to see his reaction, but she decided to stop probing for information. Sure, Ilse was as sociable as the next person, but these surroundings made her feel very uncomfortable. And now, knowing the identity of the boy leaning over her, she felt more so. If she kept pushing her luck, he might try pushing his, and she got the feeling that once he figured out her status in the wizarding world the pain from her wounds may be exaggerated by extreme poking. Nevertheless, she was enjoying the conversation. Ilse was none too good at reading emotions or facial expressions, but she got the feeling that Scorpius was almost relieved at being able to talk, even if it was just in short bursts. She smiled a little again, in a genuine way, she supposed, though she had felt better before she knew who Scorpius was.

Trying to make slightly lighter conversation Ilse lay for a few more minutes, hoping that the actual removal of whatever was in the wound would end soon. "So they left a volunteer all on his own? You must have been very good for the last few days, or well, at least pretended,"[/color] she grinned.

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