heather ; scorbus

chapter one

"I still remember
Third of December
Me in your sweater
You said it looked better
On me, than it did you„

Albus was cold.

Yet, it was not just the cold with blue lips and frozen fingers.

It was that type of cold. The one you feel inside your bones, piercing your heart and eating your lungs each second faster. It was that type of cold that you feel when you're in a room full of people you don't know and who don't know you or your panic attacks.

Nevertheless, the green-eyed boy wasn't in a hall filled with people he didn't want to see. He was with Scorpius. His Scorpius. His best mate since he could even recall.

They were alone, it was just the two of them. Like most of the times. They were down to the Black Lake, not much far from the shore, under a tree, a willow, and they were finishing the potion essay they had for homework.

Or at least, that's what Scorpius was doing.

Albus was staring at the water, which was the colour of grey since it was December and the weather was not exactly the best. Albus looked at it, reflecting the several clouds in the sky (a sign that it was going to rain soon) and thought that the water looked like Scorpius' eyes during winter. The purest shade of grey.

Besides, the brunet was also trying not to die from coldness. His teeth were just beginning to clench when Scorpius suddenly spoke,

«Hey, are you cold?»

Yes, I'm cold. Please come closer.

«A bit. I forgot my sweater in the dungeons» Albus replied.

«Oh, do you want mine?» he turned for a second «I have it here» and then turned his head again and looked at him right in the eyes again.

No, I want you to come here. And give me your warmth. I don't want your sweater. I want you closer.

«No Scor, don't worry, I'll be fine. Let's go back to the potion essay or Slughorn will eat us alive-»

«Al» the blond interrupted him. «Your lips are blue».

Kiss them then.

Albus had always thought that Scorpius looked ethereal. With his blond, almost platinum hair, that reminded him of the whiteness of angels' wings.

The young Potter was sure that Scorpius had been created with the greatest precision, every detail around his pale and fragile body drawn with the best accuracy God could ever give to a simple and insignificant human. His facial traits seemed sketched from a Michelangelo sculpture, so perfect and flawless they were. His eyes were the lightest shade of blue during spring, almost like a daydreamed sky without clouds and grey during the winter. The part everyone, not only the green-eyed, adored most about him was his hair. White like snow in the season humans call "winter" and messy like Albus' damned and cursed brain.

«Okay, okay, I'll wear it» he couldn't have handled the eye contact for any longer, not with the thoughts he was having, so he grabbed the green and grey sweater in Scorpius' hands and wore it rapidly.

It was a bit big for him since Scorpius was obviously taller than him and liked to wear oversize clothes, but Albus found it comfortable.

Moreover, it had Scorpius' scent on it.

«It looks better on you than it does on me» the grey-eyed smiled.

Albus felt his heart shatter.