All My Life ~ Drarry Fanfiction

Chapter Seven

Cutting up the taproots, Albus silently thanked his stars that Scorpius was his Potions partner. He honestly couldn't whip up a potion to save his life.

Between Scorpius whispering instructions and Albus chopping his ingredients, it was almost impossible to talk about their failed mission and what had gone wrong.

Draco seemed normal enough, except for the occasional furrowing of his eyebrows, or the slightly chilly demeanor (more than usual, anyway).

Harry on the other hand, was extremely put out. Not that he spends too much time with his father, Albus could see something was wrong with him.

'Let it be, Albus. You're going to chop your finger off if you don't concentrate.'

'How do you not look the least bit curious! We need to-  OW!'

He accidentally cut his finger and in panic, sent the cauldron flying straight at his books, the potion steaming through its pages.

'What is going on?', Draco pulled out his wand, 'Hold it steady, Albus.'

'Episkey!'

His wound closed up, but his book was ruined. He ignored the knowing look on Scorpius's face.

'Thank you, Proffesor.'

' You couldn't have chosen a better timing. Next class I will be teaching a potion that might very well come for N.E.W.Ts. Make sure to let your father know about it so that you can get your book before then.'

'Yes, Proffesor.'

'I will excuse this just once. Now run along.'

He and Scorpius hurried out of the classroom to find Rose standing outside, waiting.

'Honestly, Scorpius! How could you be so careless? All potions half made are extremely dangerous! You of all people should know this.' ranted Rose, looking angrily at Scorpius.

Scorpius blinked, 'Actually, it was Albus's fault.'

'Oh.'

'Yeah, oh.' snickered Albus

'Were you worried about me, Rose? You were, weren't you?' said Scorpius, smirking.

'Fat chance, Bread Head. Now if you'll excuse me, I, unlike you, have got to run along to my next class.' said Rose, pink in the face.

'Bye Rose.'

But she was already past the halls. Albus sighed.

'Dad's going to chew me out for this.'

'I don't doubt.' said Scorpius, with a sappy looking smile from his earlier interaction.

***

Draco rubbed his face and sighed heavily. It's been two days since his fight with Harry. Things haven't changed, per se. But the guilt was unsettling. It was an emotion he was too familiar with, and frankly, done with too.

He'd been making excuses for himself for too long now, it was time to settle this out.

He pocketed his wand. He'll just have to hope for the best.

***

Draco knocked the door to DADA class and waited till he heard a 'Come in.' from the other side. He opened the door.

Harry was seated at his chair, parchment and ink bottles all messily strewn across the table. His hair, as always, was messy, thick and unkept. His eyes sparkled brilliantly when they landed on Draco's.

'Took you long enough, Malfoy. Come to apologise, then?'

Draco narrowed his eyes before answering, 'Yes.'