«How do you feel about it, Al?» Scorpius muttered before one of them could fall asleep «About Jackson coming out?»
They were in their dormitory, both in their beds, lights off, trying to sleep in vain.
«How should I feel?»
They were alone since they shared a room together with no one else.
The white-haired sighed, «I don't know, does it make you feel uncomfortable?»
«Because of what they said about us?» although he couldn't see him, the young Malfoy could hear that his best friend was moving on his mattress. On the opposite bed, he was lying still, his eyes fixed on the ceiling above him «You know I had to go through worse things, worse insults and laughs, Scorp. This is nothing»
"We were nothing. At least for you. I was just a sick game of yours„
«No, about the fact that Jackson likes boys» he mumbled but he knew Albus had heard him.
«You are asking me if I am homophobic, Scorpius?»
He remained silent.
«Sincerely? I don't care whether someone likes wands or cauldrons» the taller giggled «I mean, it's okay. It's not important what someone has between his thighs. It's important to love him or her. And as long as you do it, then I don't see any problem»
"I want to wash my mouth out to get rid of all the hurtful things I said, all the ugly words that have escaped my lips. I wish I could let the water wash away all the pain I've caused, all the hopes I have shattered, and start all over again. Who you fall in love with isn't a choice, but the way you love them is."
«What about you, Al?» he said all sudden with a laugh. However, you could distinguish a tone of seriousness «You asked me if I still like your cousin, but has Harry Potter's second child, fallen in love?»
The white-haired boy couldn't see him but he knew he had rolled his eyes. He hated remembered that he was Harry Potter's son, «What kind of question is that? Have we got sentimental during the summer?» he snorted.
Um, yes? I literally read six times my father's diary where he tells about how our parents were in love the whole time.
«No, but-»
«Let's go to sleep, Scorpius» he muttered, clearly trying to avoid the discussion, but the blue-eyed boy didn't let him,
«What about if they those things about us again? What if they start to call us "faggots" in the corridors?»
Albus didn't reply. However, he unexpectedly stood up from his bed and walked to the other's one, «Let them think what they want to think. When did we start to care?» he sat and turned his head to him «Scorp, why do we should care if they call us gays, bisexuals, pansexual or all those things? You have been called little Lord Voldemort and me Harry Potter's failing project for all our lives.»
They looked into each other's eyes. There had been always a connection between them. However, Scorpius hadn't understood why until that year. Until he had discovered what had happened between their fathers'.
Albus' eyes were green. More like a forest than a garden for how deep they were. Scorpius liked them. He loved losing himself in them. But now he couldn't anymore.
Not now that he had found out about it.
«Is there something you're hiding me, Scorp?»
«You have already asked»
«Yeah but» he stopped, laying next to him making himself comfortable under the sheets «I can tell something is wrong. And I don't like it. I don't like seeing you in this way. It makes me...worried»
Scorpius sighed heavily «Sleep together tonight?»
«Yeah, that's what I was planning to do.»
However, they didn't get any closer or hugged or cuddled like they used to do until last year when one of them had a nightmare.
They remained motionless, both laying on the edge of the mattress, facing the opposite wall.
In that precise moment, both realised that this year there was something different. Very different. But what? Albus desperately wanted to know.
Neither of them slept much that night.
"Falling in love is like a car crash. It takes two to happen at the right place, at the right time. And suddenly you wonder how this possibly happened? If only I didn't take a long way home. If only I wasn't driving 71 mph instead of 70. If only I didn't take that extra minute to find the right song to play on the radio. Could all this be avoided? That's how falling in love can be"
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Unhealed wounds ➣ Drarry ; Scorbus
FanfictionMy fingers going through your hair, watching you fall asleep. Your legs behind mine. Your arm laying on top of me. Hearing you breathe. Taking my hands into yours, trying to warm them up without me asking for it. From kissing your left cheek to kiss...
