He Fell, We Fell

Chapter 2

It wasn't the best of mornings. Albus woke up at about 7 AM, which was late. He didn't wake up Scorpius sleeping next to him as he figured he'd need plenty of rest to recover from the fall yesterday. Thinking of yesterday, Albus couldn't stop his face breaking into a huge grin. His best friend was now his boyfriend? The world was a crazy place.

Then Albus, realizing that he had classes and was already late for breakfast, was in a frenzy and rushed to the Slytherin dorms leaving Scorpius still asleep on the cot in the hospital wing. He managed to grab his bag and cloak as he blasted out after quickly wearing his uniform. First class was Double Potions.

He had ten minutes to eat and rush to the classroom but he just grabbed a Cornish pastry and ran to the infirmary wing first. Ms. Pomfrey was hovering over a barely awake Scorpius who, even in his disoriented state was insisting that he was fine and was perfectly capable of going to class.

'Right. You couldn't even lift your hand yesterday.' Albus replied walking in the room.

'Good morning to you too.' Scorpius grumbled but his face lit up as soon as he saw Albus.

'H-how is umph-he, Ms.?' Albus asked Ms. Pomfrey while stuffing the pastry in his mouth. Scorpius chuckled weakly.

Ms Pomfrey wrinkled her nose slightly but explained, 'He's fine, but still needs rest. Make sure he doesn't try to escape, Mr Potter.'

'A-awf-alright! Scorpius, I'm leaving now. Stay in bed. Don't leave. See you at lunch.', chimed Albus and then quickly mouthed 'Will miss you'.

Scorpius smiled ruefully and mouthed the same back.

Albus took off dashing to his Potions classroom, missing Ms. Pomfrey declaring she didn't understand the need of secrecy for the present generation.

It was a pretty non-eventful day. In Potions, they were taught how to make the Draught of Peace and Albus kept messing up the ingredients because he completely relied on Scorpius for doing the mixing part. Actually, he relied on Scorpius for a lot of things. He was just realizing this today as he walked from the History of Magic classroom to the Great Hall to grab lunch for Scorpius and himself. Scorpius, being the best friend he was, always helped Albus in his homework, plans, basically everything. And Albus still felt guilty for the events of fourth year. It was mid-October now but he clearly remembered the pain he'd made his best friend (boyfriend?) go through. Well, technically it was because of his father that they were apart but Albus couldn't help but blaming himself. And Scorpius had been in tears. It physically hurt him to even think of that.

Albus was shook out of his reverie when a tall dark-haired Gryffindor waved his hand in front of his face.
'Little brother, now I finally spot you. How is your boyfriend?', inquired James grinning cheekily.

Albus didn't think a human body could blush this many times in twenty-four hours, but somehow he managed it. 'Er, he's fine and he's not my boy--', he answered before remembering that Scorpius was in fact his boyfriend. But did he really want to tell James this soon? What if Scorpius changed his mind? What if he realized how insane he'd been and stopped talking to Albus forever?

No, he'd never do that, Albus scolded his brain.

But they'd have to talk before coming out so Albus said, 'Not my boyfriend, James. I really think you should stop that but he's better now. Rose said you wanted to visit?', Albus queried while hurriedly loading a plate with food.

One of James' friends had come over at this point and was making a gesture for James to come with him.

'Darren, wait a second, will you?' James called and quickly turned back to his brother. 'I'll visit Scorpius before dinner. But I will. So just a tip : don't be making out with him.'