SCORBUS // consider me yours.

13 | horror movies

Scorpius couldn't believe that Albus agreed to watch a horror movie with him on this dark Friday night, a couple days after Scorpius' back recovery. Sure, it took quite a bit of convincing, but Scorpius really thought that Albus would stick with his word. Thankfully, he didn't.

The Slytherin common room was empty, as it was supposed to be at night. All of the Slytherins were in their assigned dorms, probably dozing off more and more by the second.

Well. . . except for Albus and Scorpius, who weren't even in their dorms. So, actually, the common room wasn't empty, because that was, in fact, where they were watching their movie.

Scorpius had jinxed a coffee table, which held his laptop, to appear right in front of the longest and widest couch in the common room. Despite the length of the couch, the boys sat shoulder-to-shoulder, their feet up on the couch. Half of the popcorn bowl rested on one of Albus' knees, and the other half on Scorpius'. A blanket was draped across Albus' and Scorpius' legs, and it reached up to their necks.

Quickly, the movie's introduction has ended and the classic, ominous music filled their ears.

"I can feel already feel your heart beating," Scorpius noted, turning to Albus. Albus moved his gaze away from the screen, probably eager to do so, and glared at Scorpius.

"It's not." Albus grabbed the popcorn bowl from their knees and placed it beside himself.

"It really is," Scorpius rested his hand on Albus' chest. "Relax, cutie."

If Albus was right about his heart not beating before, it definitely was now. Scorpius could practically feel Albus' heart against his own hand. Albus immediately tried to avoid eye contact with Scorpius, and strangely enough, this only made Scorpius smile. He liked seeing Albus flustered.

But why?

"Fucking hell," Albus jumped abruptly, causing Scorpius to remove his hand from Albus' chest. Albus had continued to watch the movie apparently, and a figure had suddenly appeared on the screen.

Scorpius jumped in turn, but more at Albus' sudden movement than at the character in front of them. His leg brushed up against Albus', and though it was completely accidental, Scorpius wanted to do it again.

Scorpius began to speak in a sarcastic tone, "You want to squeeze my hand whenever you get scared?"

Albus attempted an eye roll, but he was much too traumatized to do anything. So, naturally, Scorpius did what Albus had to do, for him. He pulled Albus' hand, which was laying limp on his side, and took it in his. Scorpius' hand was lightly placed on top of Albus'—nothing more.

Scorpius knew this wasn't a good thing to wish for. . . but, he really wished that Albus would get scared soon, so that he might squeeze his hand. Even if that suggestion had originally been intended to be a joke.