Scorbus

That night

After the feast (which was even better then I remembered), me and Albus went back to the Slytherin common room. Some of the seventh years were hanging around, but the majority of us went straight to bed. 

We walked into our dormitory and a sudden blush come over me. I remembered the last time I was in here. 

I was showing off, trying to sound really brave. "I'm Malfoy the unanxious!" I was shouting. "I'm the bravest person alive!" Albus was (again!) rolling his eyes. "Your forgetting my dad" He muttered, but I wasn't going to give up yet. He thought I was being idiotic and that's what I thought I was doing. But deep down I knew it was flirting. 

"Oi! Stop blushing uncontrollably and get into your effing bed" I was brought back to the present. "Stop telling me what to do and actually get some effing sleep!" I shouted back to Albus. Even the dark shadow on his bed looked gorgeous. 

That night I dreamt of us. And Rose. 

I was stuck standing between them, looking around desperately. "Scorpius your so weird, I'm literally a dude!" Albus's voice was getting further and further away. "Don't worry Scorpius, we don't need him." Rose was talking to me now, batting her eyelashes like crazy, and slowly getting closer and closer. "But he's Albus!" I said, willing this mutated version of Rose to get away from me. "He may be Albus" She mocked "but he is a spare" and all of a sudden she turned into the silver-blonde girl with wings that scared me to death. The girl laughed. "Your so stupid. You can not love anyone. Not a boy. Not a girl. Not anyone. So learn to deal with it and stop being such     a-" I woke up before she could finish. 

It was 2 in the morning. I did what I always did to calm myself. I slipped into my imaginative reality. The one where me and Albus were together, Rose my best friend and nothing that happened last year actually happened. Then suddenly the reality changed. It was still the same but my feelings changed about it. Why was Rose there? I loved her to. But this was my dream reality. She shouldn't even be in the picture. She was in the way of me being truly happy. And then it dawned on me.

I didn't love her.                                

I didn't love any girl.                                                                        

I wasn't the bisexual I thought I was.

I'm downright gay.