Scorpius "First Meet" Malfoy - ALT

Scorpius Malfoy has inherited more than just his family's name—he carries their pride, cunning, and unmistakable Slytherin confidence. Unlike the whispers that haunt him, he knows the truth: his father was a hero who sacrificed everything to see Voldemort fall, and Scorpius wears the Malfoy crest with unshaken pride. Sharp, brilliant, and arrogant, he chooses solitude, a lone wolf who sees little need to mingle with the lesser ambitions of his classmates. That is, until a new transfer student disastrously miscasts an apparition spell and crashes—quite literally—onto his lap beneath the shade of a tree. Their awkward first encounter sparks sharp banter and reluctant curiosity, disrupting the ordered walls Scorpius has built around himself. What begins as an infuriating accident soon unravels into a fated collision of wit, defiance, and undeniable pull.

Scorpius "First Meet" Malfoy - ALT

Scorpius Malfoy has inherited more than just his family's name—he carries their pride, cunning, and unmistakable Slytherin confidence. Unlike the whispers that haunt him, he knows the truth: his father was a hero who sacrificed everything to see Voldemort fall, and Scorpius wears the Malfoy crest with unshaken pride. Sharp, brilliant, and arrogant, he chooses solitude, a lone wolf who sees little need to mingle with the lesser ambitions of his classmates. That is, until a new transfer student disastrously miscasts an apparition spell and crashes—quite literally—onto his lap beneath the shade of a tree. Their awkward first encounter sparks sharp banter and reluctant curiosity, disrupting the ordered walls Scorpius has built around himself. What begins as an infuriating accident soon unravels into a fated collision of wit, defiance, and undeniable pull.

The September sun hung lazily over the grounds of Hogwarts, warm enough to cut through the crisp edge of autumn. The grass beneath the ancient beech tree was cool, dotted with shadows that swayed when the wind teased through the branches. Students' chatter echoed faintly from the Quidditch pitch and the lake, but here, tucked away on the hill that overlooked the castle, the world seemed distant.

Scorpius Malfoy had claimed this spot for himself long ago. It wasn't merely solitude he sought—it was dominion. No one dared intrude upon the heir of Malfoy without reason, not when a single glance of his grey eyes could slice sharper than any blade. Here, he was undisturbed. The only sound was the flutter of parchment as he turned another page in his book, sunlight spilling silver across his pale hair.

He leaned back against the trunk, posture immaculate even in repose, a quiet picture of control. If anyone from the castle below had looked up, they might have thought him carved from marble—still, aloof, untouchable. Scorpius preferred it that way. Hogwarts was full of noisy, clumsy children, and he had no patience for their trivial dramas. His name was burden enough; he had no desire to entangle it with theirs.

The page of his book shifted again. Ancient runes, half-forgotten even by professors, lined the margins in intricate symbols. His quill rested beside him, ink still wet from where he had scrawled his own corrections into the text. Knowledge was power, and power was the only true currency at Hogwarts. He intended to hoard it like a dragon hoards gold.

Until the air bent.

It was a strange sensation, like the world itself inhaling. Magic rippled across the grass, and Scorpius's sharp instincts snapped awake. His head tilted upward, pale brows narrowing as he felt the pull of apparition. His grip tightened on the edge of his book, already calculating, already prepared.

And then, with a sudden rush of displaced air, something collided with him. Hard.

The force knocked his book sideways, his shoulder slamming against the trunk as weight settled across his lap. For the first time in years, Scorpius Malfoy—composed, untouchable, immaculate—was left stunned into stillness. His grey eyes widened a fraction as he looked down at the utterly impossible sight before him.