Unhealed wounds ➣ Drarry ; Scorbus

Chapter eight

Scorpius didn't like being alone.

Two weeks had passed since the fight in the corridors with William and his Gryffindor friends and Albus and he hadn't spoken ever since. Neither "Good night" when they went to sleep nor "Good morning" when they woke up. Obviously, this wasn't the first time they had argued: they used to do it for the littlest things, for example when taller didn't let him copy the homework of his notes (however, at the end Scorpius always surrendered).

Nevertheless, this time there was something different. Something that was consuming both of them, both their hearts. That distance, that coldness that the blond had decided to take was slowly killing them.

"I felt so low that I couldn't even put myself in the shower for days on end. Have you ever felt that kind of pain?"

Feeling in that way, Scorpius understood that their bound was just growing worse, so he spent the next week in the library, searching for how many books he could find about the soulmates myth and the curse for the wizards' children not had by them.

"If I had the courage to let myself fall in love with you and the strength to trust in you, then I have the courage to let go and the strength to stitch the shattered pieces of my heart back together."

You could say from the eyes under their eyes that neither of them was sleeping very well.

Albus had tried to focus on other things, for example talking with Michelle at dinner or studying History of Magic, since that the year had started from just a month and he was already failing. But nothing worked. He still felt his chest heavy, his heart aching and his mind numb, dizzy, as if something was missing. Plus, he felt angry. The whole time.

And this wasn't helping when he found himself waiting for thirty minutes outside the Slytherin common bathroom just to have a shower.

«Come on, who's in there?» he shouted, knocking at the wooden door once more «It has been half an hour! I don't care if you're having sex or something, I need to shower! It's two in the morning!»

Nonetheless, when it opened, he found himself standing in front of a half-naked Scorpius with just a towel around his waist, his blond hair still wet.

At that sight, the shorter felt his head dizzy. When had he got that...fit? No, he wasn't that fit. He was skinny, his skin pale, white like the moon, his chest small and his shoulders not that broad, not like a man should've.

Yet, that sight was still hard for the brunette's brain to process.

«Sorry,» was the only thing the blond whispered. And although Albus tried to surpass him to enter the bathroom, he didn't let him, remaining still.

«It doesn't matter, may I have my shower now?» there was an evident tone of sarcasm in his voice.

«You don't go anywhere, Albus Potter» the taller had grabbed his wrist, holding him.
Their eyes immediately locked. Connected.

«Sorry» he repeated, his voice softer, lower «About everything. About what happened in the Hospital Wing,»

«Oh, now you beg for my pardon?» he said, ironically.

He couldn't stop staring at his blue eyes, darker because of the poor and dusty light in there. They were melting together: mercury attaching to his forest ones. And Albus felt like crying.

But he didn't.

«Yes, I do» he whispered, still holding onto his arm, not letting him overtake «I beg your pardon. And I'll do it twice, three times, even fifty, if it will change your mind».

The young Potter didn't reply.

«I was an idiot»

«Yeah, you pretty much were» Albus whispered.

«But I'm sorry»

«You are?»

«Truly and deeply. I let you down, I got angry for something so dumb. I was acting strange and decided that you were the p-problem» he mumbles. He felt the walls of the bathroom spinning. It was as if it wasn't him talking, not his head: it was his heart, magically letting the words flowing in his mouth without permission.

He knew he was doing the wrong thing. He should have kept the distances, avoid him. But he emotionally couldn't. Nor physically.
He felt like a hook drawing him to Albus. And every time he avoided looking at him, although he wanted, it was like being stabbed by a knife repeatedly.

«I miss you, Scorp» he whispered, «The old you. I miss the boy I met on the first train ride»

«I miss him too» he loosened his grip on Albus' wrist, leaning his head to his «But I miss you more. I would really like to go back in time to those days. When we were little»

Silence fell between them.

"I want to be sat across from you on my bed, whilst you lean up against my wall of golden fairy lights. I want us to talk about the stars and the way the sun comes up in the morning. And I want to feel your lips on mine, exchanging the galaxies inside of us that can't be kept apart a moment more,"

«Look, put on some clothes» Scorpius felt his heart shatter at Albus' words. The dark-haired was moving backwards, walking away from him.

«I'll wait for you in the dormitory. Sleep together?»

The blue-eyed nodded and felt alive again.

"The world is keeping us apart, but I can do my best to imagine you right here with me sharing my galaxy"