A/N: I fixed this chappie so it's less like Slytherin's Potter. I'm updating the rest of the story, too, so please reread! Fixed: 7/2/14

"And you will behave, won't you, dear?" Mother fretted as she fussed with my suit jacket.

"Yes, Mother," I replied. "I know, don't fight, do well in school. All that stuff,"

"Come along, Astoria, he looks fine," my father called. His white-blond hair, so like mine, was slicked back. "The train leaves in ten minutes,"

I pushed my trolley ahead of me and calmly strode past him through through the pillar into platform 9 and 3/4. Steam billowed up from the red and black train before me. "Hogwarts Express," was emblazoned across its front.

"Scorpius!" A voice called from my left. "Over here!" I turned my head to see my cousins, fourth year Lana and third year Lars, like me.

"Coming," I yelled back. Pushing my cart forward, I strode towards them. On my way, I passed the Potters and the—guess who?—Weasleys. As I walked by, their voices dropped and hostile glares were sent my way. I couldn't help but glance over at them and smirk - and then I saw it. One of them didn't.

Her green eyes flashed as a shy smile shaped her lips. Long red hair swayed down her back. I don't know what happened next. I think I stopped and gazed at her, my lips pulling up into a smile, and then suddenly I was up against a pillar, with our lord and savior, James Potter's face right up against mine.

I faintly heard the cries of his family behind him as the asshole (attempted) to threaten me with: "What do you think you're doing, Malfoy?" He glared at me and when I didn't reply, he said, "Get your eyes off my sister, you pervert!"

As he turned around I shot a simple stinging hex at his behind, then twisted around to ensure my parents hadn't seen. They hadn't, thank Merlin. The redhead shrugged her shoulders at me and gave me an apologetic smile, which I waved away with my hand. Righting my trolley, I walked over to my friends.

"What the hell was that, Scor?" Lana demanded, as soon as I reached her.

"Why, Scorpius?" Lars asked in a hushed voice. "That was Lily Potter, the youngest daughter of Harry Potter!"

"What happened?" Mitch, my best friend and fellow third year, asked as he sidled up.

"You didn't see?" Lana asked in a shocked voice. "Scorpius here just stopped and smiled at Lily Potter - and got in a fight with her brother - in front of the Potters and the Wealseys."

"Woah, woah, woah. Wait a second. I did not get in a fight, and she just...she didn't glare, is all. I was suprised," I defended.

Mitch widened his eyes. "Mate, trust me, you do not want to fall in love with a Potter! "I've got my hands full with just a Weasley!" He eyed his girlfriend, Dominique Weasley, as she flipped her (dyed) blue and black hair.

I slapped him. "Perish the thought!"

He rolled his eyes. "Okay, mate, don't kill me. Although it looks like the Potter boys want to..."

I glanced over and met their glares with a with a shrug. "What can I say?" I mouthed. "She's hot!"

"Oh, wow," Lars breathed at their purple faces. "That is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,"

"Let's go get a compartment before all of them are taken by kittens, shall we?" I suggested, grabbing my baggage.

"Of course, Scorpius," Lars said with mock politeness. "After all, we wouldn't want to have to chase some out, would we, like the big bad snakes we are! Ssssss!"

Laughing, we boarded the train and grabbed a compartment. We had just sat down when a knock startled us.

"Come in," I murmured, eyes closed, expecting it to be Jace or somebody.

"Um—excuse me?" A shy feminine voice mumbled. My eyes snapped open.

"Potter?"

Her eyes flicked around as she bit her lip. "Um—yeah. Can I like, sit here?"

I blinked, surprised. Mitch raised his eyebrows at me, as if to say, it's your call. I quickly cleared a spot for her opposite me. "Sure."

"Thanks." She sat down with a flourish and a rush of flowery scent. "Sorry, it's just that my brothers were giving me crap about, you know, you. Sorry about that, by the way."

"It's okay...it just took me a little off guard. Didn't think it would go that far. Most of your family hates me, you see," I added by way of explanation. It surprisingly easy to talk to her, and to ignore the raised eyebrows and smiles of my friends.

"They do? Why?" Her eyebrows knitted in confusion.

Woah. She was actually didn't know. "Well, I'm a Slytherin and a Malfoy, and you guys are Potters and Gryffindor. I ever tried to hate them, they just...hate me." I explained.

"It wasn't like we pranked them, or anything," Mitch added sarcastically. I slapped him.

"They started it, and I don't mean to talk trash about your brothers...but James is kinda a git." I continued.

"No, it's okay," she replied, smiling a genuine, charming, smile. "He really is. You should see him when he's all worked up about you guys,"

"I have," I countered. "It was hilarious."

"Yeah," Lars broke in. "Remember that time when—"

"Lily!" Great. James Potter & Co. were here. "What are you doing here?" He began to glare at me.

"Calm down, James," Lily—I'm calling her Lily, now?—protested. "I'm just hanging out! You don't need to throw a fit!"

"'Just hanging out'?" a livid Potter asked incredulously. "Sure you are, with a bunch of snakes!"

Lily was standing, her hands placed defiantly on her (not unattractive) hips. "For all you know, I might be one, when I get Sorted! So maybe it's time together over your stupid prejudices, and leave them alone!"

Potter sputtered at her words and the smug looks we exchanged. "Leave them alone? Tell that to them, who have jumped me in the halls too many times to count?"

Lily rolled her eyes. "If you can't handle my friends, then maybe you need to get out. Because I don't have time for you if you can't." Without a word, she slammed the compartment door in his face, and flipped the lock. "Prick," she muttered.

"That was awesome!" Lana said after having been silent for the ride.

"Totally," I agreed.

"Thanks," she smiled ruefully. "Hey, maybe we should change?"

I stripped off my shirt at her words, watching her eyes widen.

"Stripper," Mitch accused, but I just laughed.

"Let's go," Lana pulled Lily out of the compartment, their robes in hand.

"You were just trying to impress her, weren't you," Lars commented.

"Eh, I guess," I replied nonchalantly. "It worked—did you see her eyes?"

"It helps that you play Quidditch," Mitch said, pulling on his pants. "Otherwise, she would be flocking to me,"

"Keep dreaming," I countered, grinning.

"I like her though," Lars continued. "She's got a nice way of acting. Wonder what house she'll be in, y'know?"

"I hope Slytherin," Mitch said. "And I bet Scorpius here does too,"

"She acts like one," I replied. "I think she will be."