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Prologue: the last great american dynasty
Who knows, if I never showed up, what could've been
There goes the loudest woman this town has ever seen
I had a marvelous time ruining everything
I had a marvelous time ruining everything
A marvelous time ruining everything
A marvelous time
I had a marvelous time
It was hot.
The sun was right above them, shining down on their skin, making them red, making their freckles appear like stars in the night sky. He was a constellation already, a scorpion ready to strike, ready to go for the kill.
But he couldn’t, she was beauty and grace, bright red petals that danced in the breeze and found a home despite her sharp thrones. Everything about her screamed danger, and yet he couldn’t think about that, he just wanted to reach out and touch her.
He wanted to brush his fingers along her shoulders, push back the one stubborn curl that never stayed in place. He wanted to look in her eyes and hear her voice, he wanted to kiss every inch of her skin and have her kiss him back.
He was the last in a dynasty, the son of a son of daughter of a son, his lineage could be traced back farther than anyone else he knew. He was a Black, he was named for the stars and the light all around them.
She was a Weasley, she was flower, she was beauty, she was love, and she was his.
“Scorpius?”
“Yes Rosie.”
“Eres perfecta mi amor,” she whispered, her voice so soft, so quiet, and he felt himself smile as she turned to look at him. He reached over and pushed her stubborn curl behind her ear, before moving his hand down to cup her cheek.
He didn’t understand what she said, well, except for one word, he knew that ‘amor’ meant love.
And Merlin did he love her so much that it hurt, as if he stuck himself with his own poison.
Scorpius Malfoy leaned forward and kissed Rose Weasley, making himself fall even more in love with her.
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Astoria turned her head at the sound of the door opening and closing, the throbbing bass of the music getting louder and then dampening again. She watched as a figure walked out from the strange green glow of the club lights and into the soft white-yellow glow from the street light.
She watched as he found something in his pockets, watched as he put a cigarette between his lips, and she finally saw his face as he lite the cigarette with a lighter that had seen better days. His face was all sharp angles, pointy chin, sharp cheekbones, straight nose, but his beauty wasn’t what was making her move closer to him.
He had haunted eyes, too old for someone that was only two years older than her.
She watched him carefully, taking in his poor posture that still made him too tall, all thanks to his legs and not his torso. She watched as he turned at the sound of noise that didn’t come from the music, but never once did he look at her.
She watched him smoke, his long thin fingers playing with the cigarette, and she suddenly wanted to put them in her mouth.
She was seventeen and he was nineteen, she was going back to Hogwarts tomorrow, she was going to be making a mistake with him.
But it didn’t matter.
She was already in love with him, from his too long legs to his shaggy blonde hair to his haunted grey eyes. Astoria Greengrass knew that she was in love with Draco Malfoy.
“Can I have a drag?”