Devia Lupus

6-Blue-haired Brat

"Tonks," I said. "I cannot say that I particularly enjoy having you follow me around the library."

Teddy Tonks flushed. "Sorry..." he muttered. "I was just wondering..."

I rolled my eyes. "Pray tell, wondering what?"

Teddy's light blue eyes slowly lit up with defiance. "Why you pushed Rose!" he said. "Her hip is really bruised, Malfoy."

I lifted an eyebrow. "So heal it." It wasn't that big a deal, honestly.

"We can't!" Teddy said. "Her body reacts strangely to healing spells and potions since her mother was struck by an odd curse in the war."

My brow furrowed, and Teddy examined me intently. "Really..." I murmured. "How...strange."

"Yes, it is. And you had better apologize to her, or I can promise that you will have me, James and Albus and Hugo on your tail shortly."

I snorted. "Pun, Tonks?"

He realized what he had said, and flushed. "You know what I mean."

"Indeed. But I must say, it rather ruined the effect of your words..."

"Malfoy!"

"Alright, alright, don't get your sadness in a knot. I'll apologize."

"My sadness?" Tonks looked hysterical when he was confused. His eyebrows drew up, his mouth frowned, and his nose widened...amazing what a bit of werewolf blood would do to your observing skills.

"Yes. Your blue-ness?"

"What the-oh. How funny, Malfoy."

"I would say so." I smirked, and continued running my hands over the un-used section of the library - Muggle fantasy. Not many liked to read it.

"Whatever, Malfoy, just make a point of apologizing."

"Fine." The remark got Teddy to finally leave, muttering about homework. In my opinion, Teddy Tonks was too...blue. Seriously! His hair was navy blue, gelled up in front, his eyes were blue, and Hell, his eyebrows were even blue! It was insane.

I selected a classic book that was worn from the previous times I had read it: the Arabian Nights. True, the book was challenging, but if you read it at least once every year, you would have to eventually realize what is was talking about.

I settled down in a window seat, and started reading. By six, I had gotten about a third of the way through the book, and I figured that I should go to dinner - however dangerous that it may be.

All through dinner, various Potters and Weasleys sent forms of "you-me-after dinner-I'll whup your skinny little Slytherin ass" across the room. I pretty much ran out of the room as soon as we were allowed to go, and I started up to the Infirmary. Better to get it over with.

I entered the room as silently as possible, hating the perfectly clean smell. I rounded the corner, and saw Rose. Lying - on - her - injured - side.

"Wow, Weasley. Did the sorting hat consider you for Slytherin?"

She jumped, and rolled over, startled and blushing. "What do you mean?" She knew perfectly well what I meant.

"Lying, Weasley," I sneered. "Devious, devious."

She colored. "Lying about what? There is a massive bruise on my hip, thanks to you, and it does hurt!"

I stared at her. Her dark red hair hung in waves about her face, which was slowly coloring to hid the freckles that splattered over her nose and cheeks.

"Stop staring at me, Malfoy. I have no doubt that perverted thoughts are running about a mile an hour through your almost-non-existent brain." She snapped. I raised an eyebrow.

"Ooh, that hurts, Weasley," I looked at her, no emotion in my eyes. "But, do you know what will hurt more?"

"No, enlighten me."

"Your cousins and brothers and even your sisters jumping me because I pushed you."

"Serves you right."

"Does not."

"Oh?"

"Correct, Weasley."

"Well, as I recall it, you were the one who pushed me."

"Well, as I recall it, you were the one who provoked me."

"Oh, go take an Anger Management class."

I smirked, and she stared at me. "What?"
"Nothing, nothing."

"Malfoy!"

"Hm?"

She let out a frustrated groan, before turning to me with a sly smile on her face. "Madam Pomfrey!" she shrieked. The Mediwitch came bustling in, and stopped short at the sight of me.

"Merlin's beard. Scorpius Malfoy! How are you, boy?" I inwardly smirked at Rose's expression.

"I've had better days."

"Oh? Anything I can fix?"

I cast my eyes down. McGonagall and Pomfrey were the only two professors that knew of my 'soul selling'. "No..." I murmured softly. "I was just up here to apologize to W-Rose."

Pomfrey's eyebrows shot up. "Ah yes. You were the one who pushed her. Well, apologize, and then I want to see your...back." Rose was staring at us, C-L-U-E-L-E-S-S written over her face.

I sighed, and turned to Rose. "I'm sorry that you provoked me, and that I pushed you." Madam Pomfrey sighed.

"Ah well, I guess that's as close as she'll get from you." She then started pushing me off in the direction of the examination room that she saved for me.

Rose looked shocked and suspicious, watching as Madam Pomfrey followed me into the small room. She bid me to lay down on my stomach on the table, and I followed her instructions with much eye-rolling.

She gasped as she saw my back. Bloody lines crossed it in every which way, the bullet hole was still raw and bloody on my ribs, and the long gash across my shoulder was wider than a few months ago.

"Oh, you poor boy..." she breathed. I sat up, glared at her and snatched my shirt from her hands, tugging it over my head.

"I don't need sympathy," I snapped, and stalked out, past a confused Rose. I slammed the door on the way out, hard enough for the hinges to rip off and the door teetered dangerously. I didn't care.

Time to go find the blue-haired brat.