Unhealed wounds ➣ Drarry ; Scorbus

Chapter nine

Scorpius couldn't stop thinking about what had happened the previous night. The memories were there, in his head: at breakfast, during class, at lunch, in the library.

He could put his finger on his lips and still feel Albus' on his.

-

They were laying together in the taller's bed, just like they had done three weeks before. However this time they weren't on the edge of the mattress since they couldn't take any more distance between them.

They were facing each other.

But Scorpius' eyes were closed.

«You're tired?» Albus asked, his voice a whisper.

The blond nodded, not daring to open his eyes and see how the shorter was close to him: he knew he couldn't have handled it and kissed him right there.

«Then sleep, don't worry» how can I fall asleep if all I want to do it put my lips on yours? «You'll apologise as you should've and we'll make up tomorrow»

"You're my universe. Every time I see you I can see the stars in your eyes, the way galaxies seem to form whenever you look at me. I can see pure stardust in your smile, dazzling me even if I'm not the cause. Everything about you just takes my breath away. Even if we aren't meant to be, let's stay and pretend and be in our own universe while it lasts."

Scorpius giggled and when he felt Albus' laugh reaching his ears, he could have sworn he had been sent to heaven.

Only two weeks and he had missed him so much.

«Right, we'll talk tomorrow» the blue-eyed muttered, forcing himself to sleep.

Nevertheless, he found it impossible in the exact moment when he felt the brunette's hand in his hair, caressing him slowly, delicately.

How could have thought that he had to keep the distances? He couldn't. Two weeks had been hell but imagine one whole year. And then the seventh. And the whole life.

How could he live without Albus?

His hand, his fingers, weren't running through his blond locks anymore: now they were going down, stroking, caressing, his forehead, then his cheeks and the tip of his nose.

Until they reached his lips.

Scorpius felt his heart speeding, his beats racing like never before.

«You know, I would really like to...» Albus' voice was just a mumble «Know what it feels like»

"Kiss my pain away. Kiss me, let me forget about my pain that love doesn't exist anymore. Kiss me until all of my heart's content is only filled with you."

The blond didn't dare open his eyes, but he knew, he could feel how close the shorter was to him, because he felt his warmth, his breath, becoming heavier.

«Then do it»

It was a chaste, simple kiss.
Just a touch of lips lasted less than ten seconds. No tongue, no touching.
Nothing more than that.

However, it seemed both too short and too long for them: million years but at the same time a millisecond. They wanted more.
They carved more. They always had.

But if a simple brush of lips could make the room spin and they minds go blank and their headlight and their heart run, what would a real kiss do?

While Albus wanted to know, Scorpius felt terrified at that thought.

When it ended, it was the blond who had drifted away first, of course, too scared to even know what was going to happen next.

«Good night, Scorpius»

But he didn't dare to reply. Or to sleep. In fact, they were both awake that night, their eyes closed to fool the other that he was sleeping. And that what they had felt didn't mean absolutely anything.

They were just tired. They had been apart for too much. It was just...love between two friends.

They didn't talk about it. For the following two weeks. There hadn't been even a mention of it and whenever Albus found himself staring at the taller's lips, Scorpius smiled nervously or started talking about how their DADA teacher had been fired.

They didn't sleep together anymore and later those nights, he remained awake, thinking about what his father had written in the diary,

"Sometimes I am quiet around you. Not because I'm sad, No. I'm afraid. I'm afraid that if I start to talk, I won't be able to stop, and I'm afraid that I'll say all of the things I'm not supposed to say and reveal all of the things that I promised I wouldn't. Because I'm not supposed to feel this way, and you are not supposed to know. I sit in silence, giving you a closed-lip smile every so often to reassure you that I'm alright. I know you worry. I just can't open my mouth or I may tell you how beautiful you look tonight. I just can't open my mouth, or I may tell you that you invade my every thought throughout the day. I just can't open my mouth, or I may tell you that I love you, love you more than you think I do. So I smile, mouth closed. I sob into the sheets of paper, because you are the subject of everything I write, despite how desperately I try to stop it - to stop all of this. Your name floods my mind and flows out with the ink, and it is out of my control„

However, all changed when exciting news, especially for Albus, came up that Monday morning,

«Harry Potter is our new DADA teacher!»