You... - Harry Potter Next Generation Fanfic

Chapter 27

Scorpius' P.O.V.

I forced myself to open my eyes at the sound of her voice. I don't want to hide anymore. I want to tell her how I feel and get on with life. Just as I was about to sit up I realize the amount of people around me. My family, Rose and then out of the blue there is a big bang of the doors opening and a -clearly- tired Albus came santuring in.

"Hey," he said, "Is he alright?" He put his hands on his knees and started to take deep breaths.

"Honestly Albus I have no idea how you manage Quidditch," said Rose and I saw my father's face smirk. Rose than turned to me with a look of relief and everyone started talking to me all at once, but my eyes were glued to Rose.

"Everyone please!" said Mme Pomfrey, "Mr.Malf- no wait," Duh my dad's in the room,"- young Mr.Mal- no still not right"| Ha, my brother is here too" -, Scorpius needs to rest!" That's better, weird, but better. "Now, Miss Weasley and Mr.Potter, you may visit afterwards, besides dinner will start soon anyways." NO!!!!!!!!!!!

As I saw them leave, I turned to my mother and father, who were glancing at me and Lyra-Belle, my mother was the first to say, "What happened to you Scorpius? And don't say it was just this one time! You're covered in bruises from head-to-toe, start explaining yourself!" I hated upsetting my mother -I am a 'momma's boy' from what Rose says, honestly muggles and their weird phases- and I put my head down as I tried to think of something to say. But suddenly I felt a jolt in my stomach and Mme Pomfrey put a bucket infront of me as I coughed up blood and other fluids- eww and oww.

I have never felt so vulnerable in my life. I mean all those beatings before hand, I could take and heal alone. No one to watch. No one to judge. No one to look and point and laugh at. No one to look at me and be ashamed or embarrassed that they were friends with a wimp. No one to say 'you deserve it deatheater.'

At that moment, Lyra-Belle began to stir in her bed and Mme Pomfrey stayed put at my side while my brother and mother went to my sister. My father was looking at me with an unreadable expression. Maybe, pain, maybe guilt, maybe anger, or embarrassment, or he's ashamed of me or thinks I am weak or-

"Scorpius," my father said to me. "You should sleep and take your medicine, we'll talk to you tomorrow. Lyra-Belle as well."

"Actually, Miss Lyra-Belle may leave, her body has recovered, she doesn't need to stay the night, she just has to watch what she eats," said Mme Pomfrey, "And besides Mrs.Malfoy is the Beauxbatons head and from what I know you have many tricks and so forth." My mother smiled weakly.  Then they began to say their goodbyes and leave, as they were Mme Pomfrey was giving me a potion to drink to replenish my blood loss and heal my bruises properly.  She might have slipped a sleeping draft too because my eyes began to flutter close into silence.

Rose's P.O.V.

 I felt his lips against my neck. Those soft sweet lips, running up and down my neck while his skilled, careful and caring hands roaming my body. I ran my fingers through his soft, silky, pale blond hair as I pressed my body against his to get closer, I never felt so-

I woke up with a jolt. God damn it you ginger head Potter I am going to murder you in your sleep! I never felt so...fluffy in my life. I was hot and messed, but for some reason I got up, slipped my slippers and robe on and walked out of common room. Before I knew it, I was watching out for Mme Pomfrey  as she was-clearly in her tower asleep on the side of the hospital since the light was on. I slowly opened the door, the lights were off and the room was lit by only the moonlight coming in from the room. I stopped and stared at the painful perfection in front of me. Scorpius was sleeping on his back, mouth open, an arm behind his head and an arm hanging over the edge of the bed near the bucket on the floor and the towels on the night stand, thankfully, the bucket was empty and the towels were clean.  I sat down on the edge of the bed staring at his beauty but taking in what I hadn't seen before, the many purplish blue marks all over his body, the red hand marks, spell burns and so on. I wanted to cry. How much had I hurt him whenever I gave him a hug? Or sat on his lap? And he never showed it, never reacted, he liked it is what he would tell me. I didn't know I was crying until I felt a hand wiping away the tears. I was staring at his body for so long that I hadn't noticed that he had woken up.

 "Why are you crying Rosie?" he asked  me with that soft, pained voice. I hate that name so much but he's the only one I like hearing it from. I looked at the floor because I didn't have the courage to look in his eyes. He slowly sat up and put his arms around me. I never felt so cared for, I honestly thought is was another dream but this, was reality. "Rosie, I am fine, please look at me," he said and then he kissed my head, "talk to me please, I hate seeing you sad." I turned to look at him. My best friend, the one who's been bullied and picked on, called 'Deatheater' and never said anything, the one who gave me advice when I was in trouble and was my shoulder to cry on. He wasn't family but he was more than that. I never noticed how his eyes shine in the moonlight with their blue color emerging. I never noticed how his hair looks so soft and I wanted to run my hands through them. I never noticed how much he hides.

"Why didn't you tell me Scor? Why? I thought we were best friends? I could have helped you!"

"I couldn't tell you because what if they turned to you?"

"And if they did?! That doesn't matter to me!" I said, I was upset now because I could have been there from the beginning and helped him.

"Because it matters to me! I would never forgive myself if you go hurt!" I never noticed how much he cares either. "You're my best friend, your the one person who spoke to me on the train, the one person who stuck with me even though your father told you no! You're the person who it there everyday being cute and funny and sweet and smart and perfect and, and...God damn it Rose how was I supposed to just let you get hurt?"

"I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF!"

"NOT AGAINST YOUR OWN COUSIN!"

"What are you talking about?!" I said getting off the bed. He stayed silent. "Malfoy I swear you can't just not finish that thought!"

"Malfoy?" he asked me with hurt eyes beyond comparison. I never called him that, ever, even when we fought, I just said Scorpius instead of Scor....

"I...I-I-" I tried to say something but nothing came out.

"I suppose you prefer 'Weasley' now right?" he said to me and I felt a tear run down my cheek. I never felt so vulnerable, like the world saw me differently, Scor looks at me with the same pain filled eyes, except this time I caused the pain. I turn to walk away and before I knew it I was being grabbed from behind and forced into a bear hug. As if my life depended on it, I hugged Scorpius with my entire being. Then I remembered....

"But you're hurt-"

"No I am fine. Don't move, please," he said as he pulled me closed, if even possible. My entire body was pressed up against his from our legs to our chest to my head in his neck.  I felt something wet fall on my cheek, and I looked up and saw him crying. I didn't know what to do, for some reason I wanted to ball out crying myself. So I did something crazy and I wrapped my arms around his neck, put my hands in his hair, and my forehead to his.

Then he closed the gap.