heedless by romanshome

midnight

"Of course he's not fucking here."

I watched with wide eyes as Scorp took a seat on the white—leather couch that was positioned in the center of the large Manor, plopping with an disappointed sigh, kicking his black—trouser covered leg over the other. His eyes slowly fell over to the floor as his face paled, chest sunken. The house elf had just informed us that Mr. Malfoy wouldn't be joining us for the weekend, and I noticed the broken look in his silver eyes as the words hit him.

I took a seat beside him, his knee slightly rubbing against mine. The material of the cool leather burned against my flushed skin as I blinked over at him.

His vision on the ground didn't waver.

"He knew when I was coming. It's Merlin's day, for fucks sake. And he still couldn't make time to come see us. I'm—fuck."

He ran a pale hand through his fair strands of hair, tugging at the root's harshly. His tone was on the brink of being uneven as his jaw clenched, glaring down at the glass table as if it had done something to him.

"Babe," I coo softly, placing my palm onto his warm leg. "Maybe he's just busy. He's an Auror. They don't control their schedules—and if he could, I'm sure he would come visit you. He loves you. Hm?"

He didn't respond, rubbing his temples with his ring—covered fingers. My mouth twisted to the side at the sight of my distraught boyfriend, and then a felt a glint flicker in my eye, having an idea.

I tapped his leg with my hand, a smile growing onto my cheeks. Confused, his eyes swept over to mine before narrowing.

"Wh—"

"Why don't we watch a movie? I can make some popcorn, hot chocolate—your favorite. It'll be nice."

His expression didn't falter, but after a moment, he nodded. "Alright."

After calling in the house elves to prepare what we wanted, they re—appeared shortly after. They were always quite fast.

The house elves wobbled into the living room before setting down a buttery, glistening bowl of popcorn that looked absolutely delicious. I loved popcorn. The glorious scent flew up my nose as the other leathery creature placed two white, plain mugs of hot chocolate with whipped cream swirled on top of the warm liquid. It was already beginning to melt—but I didn't mind. I let out a small squeal.

"Okay," I clapped my hands, throwing a piece of popcorn into my mouth. The soft, crunchy treat dissolved onto my tongue as I chewed slowly. "What should—"

Waving his wrist, Scorp conjured a bottle of alcohol to appear in his hand.

My smile faded.

"You're...going to drink?"

The bottle was already open, and he didn't hesitate before looking over at me. His brows rose, transparent skin on his features tightening.