Unhealed wounds ➣ Drarry ; Scorbus

Chapter twenty-seven

When the summer, fortunately, or unfortunately, (it depends on the point of view) came to an end, Scorpius finally made his decision not to tell Albus that he knew about... what the curse caused.

He wanted to wait for him to tell the truth.

Of course, he was still angry at him, how couldn't he? However, the trip couldn't be suspended either, so the only solution was observing how Albus would have behaved.

They decided to leave and depart on September first: in this way, their parents would have thought that they were on their way to Hogwarts, while in reality, they were on another train.

«Have you got the records?» the brunet asked him while they were taking their seats on the train directed to the Northwest of England.
It was not so long and wide, not like the Hogwarts Express and for now, they were alone in the cabin.

«Yes, I have them here» he pointed at one of his two rucksacks, his voice bitter.

«Perfect» Albus smiled and for a moment Scorpius' world stopped.

How am I supposed to hate you if you smile at me in this way?

The Slytherins had thought that it would have been better if they had tried to do some research about the non-soulmates' children with magic powers in the whole country: Scorpius had found out, thanks to the many books in the Malfoy's library, that they were only ten all over England.

The green-eyed had gone to his house many times during the summer and they had searched together where they lived and their addresses.

So the plan was basically to knock at their door and hope that they were alive.

«We should get off in Cambridge. Then there should be a Portkey near a park next to the station. You know, to help the elder wizards not to walk too much» the blond explained, his tone the opposite of sweet, and Albus just nodded.

The train left the station and the brunette found himself staring outside the window, watching the people on the binary and London becoming each second further until they became just imperceptible black dots and the countryside replaced the busy city.

On the other hand, Scorpius couldn't help but look at the boy sat in front of him: when was he going to tell him that he knew? Was it a good idea to wait for him to tell the truth?

He didn't know what to do. Or what to say. What he knew was that that silence was slowly killing him.

Already ten entire minutes had passed when he decided to speak, «How has your coming-out with your mother gone, at the end?»

Albus turned his head to him and sighed, «Fine, I guess» he smiled «She seemed happy, or better, she was happy that you're my...» Boyfriend and soulmate; neither of them wanted the other to bleed on the train, so Scorpius just nodded in understanding «Yeah, says that she's glad that I have a lovely and caring... person like you around me».

«That's it?»

«No, she also said that she had understood it from how you looked at me at dinner. She said that she saw the look on your face when I was eating slower and I refused to eat the dessert. She said you seemed worried»

Now I know I had all rights to be.

Albus looked again outside the window «She told me that she had understood it before us. When you started to become at our house during the summer of the fourth year and that she didn't expect us to postpone so long to get together»

«She loves you, Al. It was obvious that she would have accepted you» Scorpius said.

«She loves you too. She said that finally "a Potter and a Malfoy have the courage to come out and be together". She told me that we are braver than our fathers and that we could be better than them»