Unhealed wounds ➣ Drarry ; Scorbus

Chapter two

Kings' Cross was filled with people. Like always. Full of wizards and witches, adults with their children, ready to cross the wall which divided the ninth binary from the tenth and get on the train which would have led them to Hogwarts. But it was also full of muggles, older and younger.

They always seemed in a rush for something. Scorpius liked them. He didn't understand why but he found them quite interesting.

However, now he wasn't thinking about them.
The only thing he was eager for was finding his best friend in the huge crowd of people alongside the Hogwarts Express.

«Draco. Scorpius»

It was Harry Potter who had greeted them and the boy immediately froze. It was hard for him to look at the saviour of the Wizard world after what he had read from his father's diary.

«Potter,» Draco replied with a polite nod of the head, «How are things going inside of the Ministry? I heard you had a few problems with the Nord-east Giants»

«Now it seems all solved, but thanks for asking» Draco smirked at the man's words, who suddenly turned to Scorpius «I suppose you're wondering where Albus is»

The white-haired boy didn't dare to look into those green eyes. He was too shocked even to reply, so he simply nodded, «You'd better be going, he's already on the train,»

Unexpectedly his voice became a whisper so that only the young Slytherin could hear «You know, he wanted to avoid people staring at him and everything»

Yes, Scorpius knew.

«He said he was reserving a sit for you, anyway» and then the dark-haired man did it. He smiled at him. A little but warm smile appeared on his face.

«Thank you so much, Mister Potter» he mumbled, avoiding his look while taking the remaining luggage from his father's hands.

«Call me Harry, please» at those words, Scorpius felt like he couldn't breathe properly anymore «I don't know where he would be if you hadn't been there for him during these last two years» he whispered «You're his...friend»

Scorpius looked at him. Right in the eyes. And saw the young man who his father talked about in the diary, with who he had fallen in love.

"I looked into your forest green eyes and for once, I saw hope"

Scorpius greeted Draco goodbye, without a hug or anything since he preferred to keep those intimate moments out of others' people eyes and got on the train, immediately starting to look for his friend.

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«Scorpius!»

As soon as he entered the cabin, he felt the dark-haired boy's arms around his waist and fire exploding in his chest.

«Al» he muttered in his ears. There was only him in the stateroom, well, now only them.  They were alone. Like always, anyway.

«The train left the station ten minutes ago, I was worried you had taken sit in another cabin» Albus spoke while he helped him to organise the luggage.

«I would never» a brief laugh escaped the young Potter's lips «I searched you for the whole time! This train is limitless!»

«Limitless? Seriously, Scorpius?» the taller boy blushed while they sat one in front of the other, «Who uses this word in our century?»

«Me. I use it» he giggled.

«God, every summer I forget how much of a nerd you are» the shorter facepalmed, making him giggle even more.

«You don't think about me during summer?» he put his left hand on his heart in a dramatic way «You forget me?»

«No, I think of you all the time» he joked, «You're my first thought in the morning and my last before going to sleep»

"You're the first thing I think of when I wake up and the last before I fall asleep„

Scorpius didn't reply and his smile suddenly fell.

«So now that you have mentioned it, how was your summer?» he asked after maybe ten seconds of pure silence. Albus knew how much Scorpius hated silence and if he wasn't talking, there was something wrong.

Oh, nothing special, I just found out that our fathers were in love during most of the years at Hogwarts.

«I read» he answered instantly «And studied. And done homework. Nothing new. You?»

Albus started talking and rambling about his summer and Scorpius listened to him with attention. He liked his voice. It wasn't soft or clear like his, it was lower, deeper, like a man's one, although they were just sixteen.
Scorpius realised he liked it a lot. More than he should have.

"The sound of your voice is equally calming and maddening. It speaks well for your being, but never well enough for your soul. It reminds me of all the things I love, as it reminds me of all the things I never had, the moments that could have happened. I love the sound of your voice. But I hate the words that are never said"