Unhealed wounds ➣ Drarry ; Scorbus

Chapter three

They were having dinner, sat at the Slytherin table when Albus said, «Ehy, Scorpius, you haven't talked about Rose yet»

No, he hadn't talked about Rose the whole day and the funny thing is that he hadn't even noticed it until Albus mentioned it, «Um, no, I haven't. How is she?»

And the green-eyed boy was regretting coming up with it. Why did he? He hated talking about his cousin, he should have been happy that Scorpius didn't want to do it like in the previous years, «How is she? Seriously, Scorpius? I thought you loved her»

The taller choked on his water, «Love is a strong word, Al»

"I don't even know what love is, how am I supposed to know if I am in love or not?"

«So? You were always going on hours rambling about her, about her intelligence, her ambition and how beautiful she was-» he hesitated, thinking carefully about what to say next. Strange, Scorpius thought he's always so impulsive and instinctive. «I assumed you loved her»

The truth was that Albus really wanted to know how the white-haired boy felt about Rose. Had his obsession finally passed? And if it was true, how and why? He just couldn't understand.

But why did he cared so much?

«As I said before, love is a strong feeling, Al»

"Keep me in your necklace in your smile in your heart. Love me in your words in your thoughts in empty nights. Hold me in your eyes in your book in the name of love. Remember me, not all the time just the happy times never the sad times. Please remember me. Please remember. Please„

«But-» Albus paused and felt a shiver down his spine. Sitting one next to the other, their eyes had connected. «Is it because she rejected you?» Scorpius shook his head but the shorter continued «You know I don't like her, Scorp. I can barely stand her sight» he lowered his voice so that he was the only one who could hear him «I hate my cousin and you know more than anyone, so if she did something to you or you just don't feel in that way about her anymore, please tell me, Scorp»

"The more my heart aches, the more I know that what we had was real. It's such a shame, we'll never find out what we could have been. We were almost something. Almost. And that's what bothers me about how we ended. We were on the very edge of something magical, and we let it slip between our fingers. We had a chance to experience that once in a lifetime love and we blew it. We let it all go to waste. And now we'll never know what could have been."

«You can tell me anything. I'll always be there for you. I have always been» he sighed «I can see in your eyes that something happened, that something is going on in your mind» the white-haired boy immediately broke the eye-contact, starting staring at the plate full on peas on the table in front on him «I'm here when you'll be ready to tell me what it is. You're my-»

«Have you heard that Jackson has come out this summer?» Albus has been abruptly interrupted by Michelle, daughter of Pansy Parkinson in front of him, her voice high-pitched so that everyone could hear her «He's gay!»

She wasn't speaking to them, obviously, because who spoke to them willingly?

They were the "rares", the "crazies": the stupid and incompetent son of the great Harry Potter and the strange, nerd of Draco Malfoy, who every student in Hogwarts thought to be the son of the Dark Lord.

At least Michelle didn't mind sitting near them while the other Slytherins always avoided getting closer than two meters during meals.

«I don't think he'll be the only faggot to come out this year, look at our couple!» it was a seventh year who had spoken in a mocking tone. Tom was his name, Albus remembered, «Come on, it'll be the peak! A Malfoy and a Potter falling in love»

And everyone sat at the table was laughing, staring at them.

«But look at how close they always are. Always talking, always together. Who says these two sucking-dicks haven't already?»