Unspoken Love

40: SCORPIUS

TW/CW: homophobic slur/homophobic tone in beginning of chapter as well as mentions of SA

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SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 7th

"You're too weak to even fight back! You really are gay!" Travis Smith's voice echoed above his head...

Scorpius was sprawled on the quidditch pitch. He'd just been punched. There were voices shouting at him. 

"Alright, Voldemort Junior?" said another voice, Elliot McMillan, "Looking a bit messed up. You're weak, aren't you? A weak, dirty little queer." Scorpius cowered at his words and attempted to cover his ears with his hands, but every word that was spoken just became louder and louder every second. 

"Fag." someone spat. Jacob...Jacob from Illvermorny. Scorpius could see his face hovering above him. Scorpius wanted to punch him until he drew blood but it was like he was suddenly paralyzed, he couldn't move an inch."How do you like being called that? Fa-" 

    Scorpius wailed and tried to squeeze his eyes shut, hoping they would just go away. He looked down at the grass below him and finally the voices ceased for a moment....relief. Maybe he would just wake up soon. But then he felt a hand on his neck, another on his chest, someone was pinning him down and bringing their face closer to his. 

"Who-" Scorpius began, the face above him was blurry, but then they started kissing him...roughly. Too rough. Their hands went to places he'd only ever let Albus go and he tried to scream, or push them off, but he couldn't. He just couldn't move. He couldn't say anything. It felt like the encounter had been going on for minutes....Scorpius was crying, it was the only thing he was able to do as the person violating him continued what they were doing. 

 Moments....moments that felt like hours, passed and then the person pulled away slightly, just to lean back down, this time, close to Scorpius's ear to say...."I'll never stop loving you, Scorpius Malfoy." and Scorpius knew these words were coming from  the cruel lips of Dean Beckett. 

     Scorpius woke up then. Finally. The moment his eyes opened was the moment the tears began. Albus's arms were clutched around him and the boy was sleeping soundly, but Scorpius felt suffocated. He did not want to be touched. He held back the overwhelming urge to start sobbing while he carefully, but quickly extricated himself from Albus's hold. He padded to the bathroom, casting muffliato at the door as it closed. 

     The moment the lock clicked, was when the weeping commenced. His shoulders shook violently while he turned on the shower faucet. Hot tears seeped out of his eyes in a never-ending fashion while he ripped off his sweaty clothes. He tried to stand under the hot water, but ended up sitting on the floor of the tub instead, hugging his knees to his chest while he cried. 

Fag. Dirty little queer. The kissing...the touching. The touching. It wasn't real. It wasn't real. It wasn't real. He repeated this to himself over and over...and over...but he couldn't stop the dream from replaying in his head...he couldn't stop it until an hour later when he heard birds begin to chirp outside. He glanced at the clock on the wall of the bathroom and it showed that it was 5am now. Merlin.

"Scorp? Baby? What are you doing in there so early? You alright?" came a soft, familiar voice on the other side of the the bathroom door. Scorpius sniffled, he didn't mean for it to be so loud but he was in a hurry to sort his face out and Albus had startled him. He hoped it wasn't noticeable that he'd been crying. He didn't know what he would say...it was just a dream. It's a stupid thing to be so upset about. 

"What's wrong?" Albus pressed after hearing Scorpius scuffle around a bit before turning the water off. Scorpius still didn't answer but Albus could hear his feet squeak against the tub, as if he was climbing out, "Scorpius."