It was a Saturday morning, which usually meant sleeping in and the slow stumbling of scruffily-dressed or pyjama-clad students wandering down to the great hall for breakfast of brunch. Scorpius Malfoy, however, had woken early yet again because he hadn’t been sleeping well lately. Not since the day he had arranged his date with Hazel Robins. At least today there wasn’t a frog watching him shower. Those were gone by how, thankfully, and he was able to dress in his expensive grey jacket, trousers and deep black turtle-necked jumper in fine cashmere without any fuss.
In the space of time it took for Malfoy to half-heartedly eat his breakfast and return to his dorm room, it seemed that just about everyone had woken up. At least he had his dorm room very nearly to himself. Only Dale Lyons remained in the green and silver-draped dorm room, and Malfoy could see that the boy was awake so at least he didn’t have to be quiet. He was also thankful that Albus Potter wasn’t in the room, because though they usually tolerated each other, he really detested the boy, which was a shame because his sister was lovely.
It was that same sister, Lily Potter, who had been the reason that for a few weeks closer to the start of the year he had barely acknowledged Dale’s existence. She had been practically head over heels for the boy - and probably still was - and she really hadn’t been subtle about it. It had taken him those few weeks to quell the jealous beast inside him and resume normal speaking terms with Dale. The boy was a pureblood after all, and therefore ‘proper’ company for a Malfoy, though he didn’t really make friends. Dale had his own group of friends anyway, Malfoy knew, completely detached from anyone he wanted to associate with.
“Before the younger Pruitt can spoil the news for you in a horribly warped fashion,” he spoke up, now rummaging about his trunk and not even looking at Dale, “no I’m not actually engaged to Hazel Robins. Though she and I have agreed to get engaged at the end of the year.” It was hardly a secret anymore, but he feared Ace spreading the news of his promised-engagement around the school in a way that would shed a negative light on him. It didn’t help that he hadn’t even had a girlfriend yet and now he was making this extreme, life-long decision.
Finding the self-inking quill he had been searching for, and a few blank sheets of parchment, Malfoy closed his trunk and looked up at Dale to judge his reaction, not even sure if the boy would care the slightest about the news. At least being from a pureblood family, Malfoy hoped that he could count on Dale understanding the importance of a pureblood marriage.
It was quiet in the dorm which was exactly how Dale liked it. It meant that he could finish all his work in the morning without the extra hassle of going to the library. Usually going to the library meant attracting other people that he didn’t necessarily have the energy to dismiss. Some people were exceptionally persistent after all. Especially a group of fifth years that were insisting he run for Head Boy. It wasn’t as if the title didn’t hold merit, he just wasn’t sure if he wanted to run or not. It also wasn’t a matter of whether he was capable or not - he was capable, he just had to juggle his options and his responsibilities and see if he had enough time and effort to do everything that he wanted to.
He looked up briefly when Scorpius Malfoy entered the room before his gaze went back to his work. He was on all right terms with Scorpius. Besides the beginning of the term where they barely talked, throughout the years they maintained a decent acquaintance. It came with living in the same space and being in most of the same classes. Scorpius was an alright fellow. A bit stuck on the pureblood nuances but perhaps that came from his upbringing. Old habits are hard to break especially with a family as influential as the Malfoys. Dale didn’t know and neither was it his business. Being a pureblood himself, he was well aware of how that world worked, but since his family was small scale, they were never put in the spotlight. So it wasn’t exactly a necessity for them to stick to pureblood traditions though in the case that he married a Muggle-born, he had a few uncles that would be against it. But that was another story.
Speaking of pureblood traditions…Dale raised an eyebrow when Scorpius suddenly spoke. Hazel Robins? From what Dale knew, she was in Gryffindor though she came from a house with pureblood Slytherin background. Interesting. That would explain why Scorpius was interested in her that way. Two pureblood families who were interested in upholding the same traditions. “You should know by now that I take Ace’s words like a grain of salt,” he responded smoothly, finishing up the last sentence of his assignment. “She tends to exaggerate.” As true as Ace’s words were, she…always managed to make things worse than they really were. “Though, marriage. Interesting. I suppose congratulations are in order?” Dale was almost certain that, at least in this moment, this was a loveless, political-like marriage. Though if Scorpius wanted to do it, then good for him.