A/N: I am going to try to do both, so bear with me. If you've not read 'Slytherin's Littlest Potter' don't worry. This is a companion piece that I am trying out. I can't guarantee that things will work out with it, but I am willing to try (and willing to update sporadically during NaNo).

Disc: I know not what I did create.

Three Times

I remember the first time I met her. It was before my third year and I was in Flourish and Blots, trying to ignore the fact that my grandmother was hovering and my father was being my father. I had wandered down one of the aisles, wondering to myself as I often did why bookstores always seemed so dusty to me. I was annoyed, having spent the better part of the day being fitted for robes and other various clothes that I had no interest in.

I turned down the aisle, pretending to be off looking for a book on Quidditch when she ran straight into me. She looked as surprised as I felt as she fell back, landing on her bum. I looked at her, her blue eyes wide and she had dark auburn hair, pulled into two braided pig tails. I knew her family from her looks; she couldn't deny her lineage.

"A Weasley," I murmured to myself. I wasn't so much asking a question as making an observation. The child looked up at me with an almost indignant look.

"I'm a Potter," she said. We looked at each other, and though I knew I should move and at least offer a hand up, I was kind of frozen. She looked eight, maybe nine years old but I didn't remember my dad mentioning to me that the Potters had a daughter so young. I felt my father come up beside me.

"Scorpius, what's going on here?" My father asked in his cool, calm manner in which he spoke. I looked at him and shook my head.

"Nothing," I said trying to mimic that suave way he spoke. My voice threatened to crack, causing heat to rise in my cheeks. I swallowed the embarrassment and continued. "She just ran into me." I would have said more but the famed Harry Potter, my father's co-worker in the Department of Auror Affairs, appeared behind his daughter. I glanced down at her momentarily.

"Malfoy," Harry had said with coolness. It was no secret that neither really got along, despite all they had been through together. Lily had already begun to climb to her feet.

"Ah, Potter," my father had said with a sneer. How I would have loved to have perfected that sneer quicker. Secretly I stayed up many late nights, trying to copy it in the reflection of my mirror. "I've just met your youngest. She is your youngest, is she not?"

"Lily go join your brothers," Harry had told her. I watched as she turned to protest, but I had to give it to Mr. Potter. As quickly as a single look, Lily clamped her mouth shut and she ran off to join the mass of raven and red haired children staring at us. I sneered at James, the boy I loathed most.

"Scorpius, go join your mother," my father said as he looked at me pointedly. I frowned but headed over towards my grandmother, certain that he meant my grandmother. My mother, Infamy Malfoy, had died two years prior, but now was not the time to remind him. He seemed irritated and annoyed. Gram and I looked at the scene curiously as Dad and Mr. Potter exchanged what looked like heated words. I glanced over at the group of Gryffindors and smirked. The small one, Lily, was standing on her tiptoes, trying to see. She glanced over at me, her eyes wide with curiosity.

My father later explained that neither of them was very happy with being paired up as training partners for the D.A.A., their history stretched too far back between them to make it easy. My grandmother had listened politely, and then gave her two cents. She spoke animatedly of forgiveness and growing up. She sat there in the drawing room, sipping tea.

"Draco," my grandmother said kindly. "There is such a thing as needing to finally come to a point where you get over your history and move on."

"Whether he saved me or not, Mum, do you know how hard it is to forget that Harry and I were enemies?"My dad said to her. Gram rolled her eyes and smiled.

"You have to think about the example you are setting for your son," Gram said. "How would you like it if Scorpius had an enemy such as you had in Harry."

"Gram, I do," I protested with an unjustified anger. "James Potter and I are just like that."

"Scorpius, honestly," Gram said. "What does all that hate really accomplish?"

"Malfoys do not get along with Potters," I said gritting my teeth. "We're just not genetically wired to."

"Nothing wrong with a bit of aggression, Narcissa," my grandfather said coolly. I knew that my grandmother didn't like him, not one bit. The man walked slowly into the drawing room, his wand sheathed cane clicking noisily. "You'll be happy to know, Scorpius, that Darla Goyle received her letter. Assuming she is sorted into Slytherin, the plans are still on."

"I really don't think I like the idea of Scorpius being forced to marry," Gram said boldly. I looked at her in awe. No one ever disagreed with my grandfather. I personally couldn't care less about Darla Goyle or getting betrothed to her. Technically, it wouldn't be confirmed until Darla's grandfather and my grandfather hammered out the details of the union, of which couldn't be started until the girl was sorted in Slytherin.

"Darla Goyle is the granddaughter of one of my closest comrades," my grandfather said indignantly. I quickly excused myself from what would be a verbal war between my grandmother and my grandfather.

I was alone in my room, watching as the house elves finished pressing and packing my school trunks. I looked up as my mother came through the doorway, a smile on her face. She sat down on the edge of my bed beside me and touched my face gently. I knew she loved me more than life itself, and I knew that she wanted me to marry for love. Still, at thirteen, I wasn't too worried about the Darla situation. I was good friends with Darla's older sister, Elena, and was thankful that it wasn't her that I would become betrothed to. That would have been weird.

"Scorpius, whatever you decide to do, do it for love," my grandmother told me quietly. "The worst thing is being forced to marry someone you have no feelings for."

"I don't plan on getting married for a really long time, Gram," I replied and she laughed nodding.

"Still, when the right girl comes along, you'll know. You might fight it, but soul mates can't be apart for long," my grandmother told me. I rolled my eyes at such girly prospects. Girls thought about things like marriage and such. All I cared about was playing Quidditch and getting the house cup. There would be plenty of time for me to turn into some sappy little git when I got older.

Gram and Dad took me to King's Crossing. My father patted me firmly on the shoulder like he always did. He hadn't hugged anyone, including me, since my mother. I didn't take it personally. Gram hugged me doubly hard to make up for it. I received her kiss upon my forehead and headed onto the train. I wandered a bit, watching curiously the mothers and fathers sending their children off with bone crushing hugs and sloppy kisses, knowing I'd never get that kind of good bye nor would I want to.

I turned a corner to see a familiar looking auburn haired girl struggling with her trunk. For a moment, I watched as she tried valiantly to get her luggage in place. She grumbled, tugging as the stubborn thing refused to move. I sighed, knowing that it wasn't nice to watch another person struggle like that. In one quick motion, I grabbed her trunk and got it into place. She turned those wide pools of blue on me and opened her mouth to say something when James elbowed me roughly as he pushed past.

"Potters don't need the help of Malfoys," James chastised the girl coldly and I honestly felt bad for her as she was drug away by her hand. I watched her curiously turn and look at me before she disappeared into the next car. Shrugging, I headed back towards the car where I had stored my belongings. Elena looked up as I slipped into her car.

"How was your summer?" Elena asked as the train roared to life and began taking off down the tracks.

"Mundane," I sighed as I glanced out the window. I shook my head. I listened for a bit to the idle chatter before I decided to go for a walk. My best mate, Damon West, looked up but said nothing as I left. Elena, I knew, would follow. She would really, really want to talk to me about her little sister, Darla. I stepped out of the compartment to see the same little auburn haired girl and I shook my head. The poor thing really, really needed to get better brothers.

"You're in the wrong car," I said as I stood there, looking at her. She turned, her eyes wide again and I frowned slightly. That wide-eyed innocence crap always bothered me, and it would figure that the baby sister of the most irritating guy I knew would be dripping and oozing such innocence.

"I didn't realize that they were assigned, aside from the prefect's car," she said as she looked up at me. She didn't hold the same fear that usually came from first year students addressing older students like myself. Her answer surprised me. I half expected her to mumble an apology and to scurry back to the safety of her brother's watch.

"Officially, no," I said as I slid the door open in encouragement for her to go back the way she had come. "But unofficially, yes. This would be the Slytherin car. You are Gryffindor, obviously. Scamper back to your fellow lion heads." I laughed internally at the slight. She surprised me by not complying.

"I think not," the tiny girl said bravely as she attempted to continue down the corridor. Elena had already stepped out into the corridor to come looking for me. She crossed her arms and looked at the small Potter girl standing there, blocking her path.

"I think so, sweetheart," I said coolly. My patience was wearing. "See, as Elena Goyle would be glad to explain to you, we Slytherins take pride in keeping the trash out."

"Then why are you here?" she retorted without thought. I felt the heat of anger and almost-embarrassment warm my face. I hadn't expected that from her, not at all. She looked at me defiantly. I took a deep breath, calming my sometimes short temper. I couldn't afford to lose my cool with a first year.

"Your comebacks are quicker than your brothers," I said with intense control. "Let's hope your brains remain sharper and you remove yourself from Slytherin territory."

The girl opened her mouth to reply but James had arrived, frowning, and he drug her away by the arm. It was the first time I had ever been thankful to see my enemy standing there. He dragged her out of the compartment area wordlessly, disappearing without so much as a word. I was all riled up, the girl had gotten under my skin. She was worse than James Potter, and she didn't know when it was time to back down. It also felt a little unnerving that she was everywhere I turned. Elena looked at me but said nothing. I sighed, thankful that in a few short hours the first years would be sorted and that Lily Potter would be off to start her seven years at Hogwarts as a Gryffindor.