Unhealed wounds ➣ Drarry ; Scorbus

Chapter twenty-six

That summer Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter thought that their second son had been possessed from some kind of demon.

«Oh my god, Al, why do you want to play quidditch again?!» Lily had yelled that morning, «You've always hated it!»

«Because I want to spend some time with you» the Slytherin had replied.

«But you have been glued to me and James the whole summer! You have even watched Lovestory with me and you hate that movie!» she cried out, climbing down the stairs with the boy following behind.

«So?» he shrugged, trying to sound as oblivious as possible.

«So you've always hated spending time with us! Why do you want to start doing it now?» she had stopped in the kitchen in front at their parents, who had been listening to their argument since they were upstairs, «James and I think you've gone mental!»

«I'm not mental!» the raven-haired shouted, «You've always complained about the fact that I never spent time with you, that I never went out of my room-»

«Unless Scorpius was here» Ginny interrupted him, a grin on her face.

«-and now you complain that I want to play Quidditch with you two! Yes, I've always loathed it and I've always despised that ridiculous movie where everyone dies, but I'm trying to like these things just for you! To make all of you happy!» he continued, screaming at the top of his lungs.

I have to die. That's why I want to spend so much time with you. I want to give you good memories before I won't be here anymore.
But I can't tell you this. Otherwise, you would never let me die. Albus thought but obviously, didn't say it out loud.

«Woah, calm down, Al» his mother got closer to him, caressing him on his back slowly like she used to do when he was a toddler. Harry and Lily remained silent, staring at them motionless «We are just worried for you. Yes, you have been spending a lot of time with your brothers and us the whole summer but every time it seems that you aren't really here with us».

«That's true, Al» the elder Potter unexpectedly halted her, getting nearer to them slowly «You always look so distant, always looking out the window the entire time whenever we're watching a movie together».

«Has something happened, Al?» Ginny muttered «You know, you can tell us everything. If this is about school, about Rose, about Scorpius-»

«Yes,» Albus stopped the red-haired «Yes, something happened with Scorp».

He felt his heart skipping a beat. Or maybe ten.

«Come on, then» Ginny tried to give him an encouraging smile «Tell us».

I can't. You would be destroyed «I miss him» it wasn't a lie. He did miss him. But that wasn't what had to bother him «I miss him a lot».

«Then invite him here, no?» Ginny suggested «We could have dinner together! Harry will invite his father too, I miss talking about brooms with Draco» Albus heard his dad gulping «Saturday. I'll cook».

«Mum, you can't cook» Lily interrupted her.

«Then you'll help me, ungrateful sister. You should be happy that your brother finally wants to spend some time with you. I could have only wished that my brothers did it» the young girl's mouth opened in an "o", shocked while Ginny pulled Albus in a tight hug.

Then she murmured in his ear, «I know you aren't telling us something, but it doesn't matter, okay? Do it when you'll comfortable to. I promise we'll try to find a solution».

There's no solution, mum. I have to die. And Scorpius, my lover, my soulmate, will have to kill me. «How have you noticed mum?» he whispered back, holding onto her with the same strength.

«Mothers' sixth sense» she pulled back and smiled to him.

She's so beautiful. The green-eyed thought. I understand why dad managed to fall in love with her even after having... suffered from that kind of love with Draco.

Before I'll go away with Scorpius, I'll tell you about what he and I have. I promise.

I owe you that at least.

-

«Thank you very much for everything, Mrs Potter,» Scorpius had said politely, smiling to Ginny.

A Malfoy smiling genuinely to a Weasley, the elder Potter had thought, I didn't think I would have lived this long.

«Call me Ginny, please» she had smiled back, standing next to Harry.

The dinner had gone well, or at least, okay.

The blond, sitting next to Albus, had noticed how his father and the boy who lived, now man, hadn't exchanged a single look the whole time.

So, when they disapparated back to their house and they were now in their threshold, he dared to say something that had run through his head the whole time while they were at the Potter's.

«Dad, can I tell you something?»

«Of course, Scorp» he replied calmly.

«Sometimes it looks like that you and Harry never had what you two seemed to share in... your diary» he spoke slowly, choosing carefully the words to use.

«I think that now, after years and years of practice, we mastered hiding what we feel. Hiding what there was between us is not a hard task after so much time. We grew up doing it».

The room fell silent and the younger Malfoy spoke again only after one entire minute,

«Sometimes I'm so scared that Albus will start to hide things from me. To lie to me. It terrifies me» his voice was low, weak «Even today at dinner... he looked so cold. Distant. Constantly overthinking about I don't know what».

«Have you asked him what was he thinking about?»

«I asked him if I could overthink with him» We were in his room. He smiled and kissed me chastely. «He told me that he was just nervous because he wanted to tell his mother about us».

«And you don't believe him?» Draco's tone softened.

Scorpius fell silent for a second and then answered «I don't know. I don't know what to tell him. Or if it's better not to tell him anything. What I know is that I'm scared»

«Of knowing the truth?»

«Of losing him».

Draco sighed and turned his head to his only son. He looked so much like him when he was younger. Apart from his curious brain and kind and thoughtful temperament, much more comparable with Astoria's.

Thinking about her made his heart ache. What would she tell Scorpius, if she was in his place now? Would she tell him to trust Albus and wait for him to be ready or not?

Why couldn't Scorpius have a mother and him a wife? Why had everything to be so difficult? Draco wished he had a father to emulate, but he hadn't. He hadn't and now he didn't know what was better for Scorpius.

«Talking about these Saint Potters» Scorpius smiled at that nickname «Pot- Harry gave me something for you» he stepped closer to his son and stretched out his arm.

There was a little container, like a bottle, made of glass between his fingers: a memory, Scorpius thought and took it from his father's hands.

«He said that he hasn't seen it. He tried but when he entered the Pensive, he says that he just found himself standing in a waterfall with no one around» Draco whispered, as if he was confiding a secret «He told me it's about the curse. The one on you and Albus. You should see it, Scorpius».

But Albus told me he hadn't found anything in his father's office... why did he lie to me?

«Thank you, dad» Scorpius muttered.

Why did he keep it hidden?

Now he couldn't stop thinking about it. But it didn't matter.
He was going to the pensive in their house and discover the truth anyway and they would have discussed it the next time they would have seen each other.

But when he stepped out of the Pensive, he wished he hadn't seen it.