Unhealed wounds ➣ Drarry ; Scorbus

Chapter six

«Fuck, Scorp!»

The blond was puking as he felt he would have done. As soon as McGonagall had dismissed him, he had immediately run to the nearest bathroom, not even caring if it was girls' or boys'.

He got on his knees in front of the closer water and started vomiting.

And of course, Albus had followed him.

«What happened?» the dark-haired boy, standing behind him, took his head in his hands, helping him not to get dirty.

"Maybe letting somebody hold your hand when you're sad isn't a synonym for being feeble. Maybe you're still tough and independent even when you need someone to touch you to feel present. Maybe being vulnerable doesn't always have to be something to be ashamed of. Maybe it's okay to need other people. Maybe being able to admit that is what truly shows your strength„

Scorpius didn't reply. When he had finished vomiting all the things he had eaten at breakfast, he leaned back, still not his feet, laying his head on the cold wall behind him.

Albus decided to get closer to him despite the horrible smell. He sat down in front of him, his green eyes fixed on the boy who didn't dare to raise his head to him.

«Was it something you ate at breakfast? Maybe you are too much to get fit for playing Quidditch this year?» the young Potter joked, desperately trying to lift the humour in the bathroom and maybe reduce the tension in there.

Scorpius' lips let a debile, soft laugh escape. But it wasn't enough and it immediately faded away, leaving only an oppressing silence.

Albus didn't like it.

«Seriously,» he got closer to the taller boy, staring at him as if he was the only thing that mattered «What happened, Scorpius?»

And then he placed his hands on his and the blond felt sparks exploding in his chest, heating his heart. Shivers were running all up and down his body, his spine and he started to feel light-headed.

Scorpius felt less heavy. He felt better.

"You're the one who taught me that. Who taught me that it's okay to need other people"

«Don't worry, Albus» he mumbled. His voice was low, squawking, «It was just a panic attack»

«Like in the fourth year?»

The white-haired boy nodded. Albus' hands were still on his, not holding them or anything but it was enough to make him feel okay. Safe. They were warm and in contrast with his, cold as ice.

«This was ten times worse, Scorp. The last times you couldn't breathe or you started screaming and I could soothe you in ten minutes,» he whispered «Now it was ten times worse. You had never puked before»

The dark-haired leaned his head closer to his and Scorpius found himself suddenly not being able to stop looking at him. Staring at his skin, his eyes, his lips.

«Yeah, I don't know what happened today» he muttered, trying to look away. In vain, because Albus placed his fingers on his chin, forcing him to make eye-contact again.

«Please, Scorpius, tell me what's going on»

"You are the reason why I write and why I cannot find any words„

«What are you two doing here?» a girl, Rowan, the young Slytherins recognised, had entered the room «This is a girls' bathroom!»

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«How do you feel?» Albus asked when the finally arrived at their dormitory that night.

«Like I'm going to faint» he tried to joke.

But he didn't feel like doing it at all. Even when he had laid on his bed, closing his eyes to try not to think, he still felt dizzy, numb.

«You know, if it can comfort you, I don't feel okay either» the brunet got closer to him, sitting next to the blond.

«Why? You didn't tell me anything at dinner,» Scorpius immediately sat up. Now they were one next to the other, their thighs touching.

They both feel electricity through their veins when they noticed it.

«I didn't want you to worry,» he sighed and the young Malfoy immediately snorted, «You have been worried about me the whole day, Al»

The green-eyed let our a heavy breath, «When you had that panic attack this morning-» Scorpius was going to interrupt him but he proceeded «Or well, whether was your puke and "I can't breathe" attack,» he hesitated.

«I started to feel not well too -obviously not as bad as you...» he muttered, looking at him right in the eyes in such an intense way that Scorpius could have sworn that the room was spinning «but I felt my head becoming heavier, on fire, you know?»

Yeah, I know, Albus.

«But then I touched you- I mean, I took your hand- and that heat moved to my chest, to my heart. It was less painful, but it was still there» he paused «Until you made that joke about Tom at dinner and we laughed so much that I had tears in my eyes»

The shorter giggled, remembering how astonished the seventh year was.
Nevertheless, Scorpius didn't.

«Come on, Scorp, laugh. I'm sorry I didn't tell you it before but there's nothing wrong or strange in this. We're friends, it's normal that I feel a little of empathy towards you» he tried to relax the situation.

But it was impossible to.

«Yeah, sure, Albus. I'm just tired. I need to sleep,» he lowered his eyes and leaned back, not able to continue to look in his eyes and lie to him.

«Do you want to, you know,» he muttered, «Sleep together?»

Although he was sure he was going to obtain a positive answer, Scorpius shook his head,

«No, I would prefer not».