Unspoken Love

6: WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME

CHAPTER TW: homophobia/f slur + violence

         That same night Scorpius and Albus decided to skip dinner to enjoy more alone time, they really couldn't get enough of their new dynamic and truthfully didn't wanna spend another waking moment without kissing, holding hands, or cuddling. They figured they wasted enough time keeping their secrets to not take advantage of every second they had together from now on. They laid in each other's arms comfortably in Scorpius's bed, the clock on the wall warned that they had twenty more minutes of interrupted time before dinner would end. 

"You alright?" Scorpius asked, noticing Albus's nervous nail biting as it was growing to be so aggressive that he could hear the sound of the nail breaking off against his teeth. The brunette seemed to notice the noise and he stuck his hand under his leg to keep himself from continuing. 

"Yeah, sorry. Just...waiting to hear from my dad."

"It'll be okay Albus. Even if he's angry with you, he'll get over it in a day or two."

"Right." Albus nodded, he wished that had made him feel better. He regretted saying no to going to the funeral already, he should have just stuck his head down and done what he knew Harry would've wanted to avoid the anxiety at least. 

"I'm hungry." Scorpius said, jutting his chin forward to poke Albus in the shoulder, "I'm gonna go down and grab some food, any requests?" He added. Albus felt Scorpius rescind his arms and the bed dip behind him as Scorpius slid out of bed. 

"Uhhh, no. Nothing." Albus said after a bit of thought, he rolled onto his back and gestured Scorpius forward. 

"What?" Scorpius asked as he bent over. Albus hooked his finger on the collar of his shirt and tugged forward, pressing his lips against Scorpius's for a few moments before drawing back to see the blonde boy before him, beaming. 

"Oh. I'll be fast." Scorpius said, still smiling as he backed out of the room. Albus closed his eyes with a small grin, oblivious to what was happening in the staircase. 

     As Scorpius stepped into the stairwell, a pair of strong arms grabbed him around the waist and yanked him quickly down the steps, while another set of hands clapped around his mouth from behind to silence him, it was too dark to see who they were and they had hoisted him over their shoulder until he could only see the ground and their feet. 

     Scorpius began to thrash around, but whoever was now carrying him was big and burly, he couldn't escape their grip no matter how hard he tried. His shrieks were muffled by the palms covering his mouth and after struggling for a couple more moments, he heard one of his captor's whisper "Petrificus totalus" and he was forced to go still. As he was carried through the castle, Scorpius watched the torches on the corridor walls reflecting in the shiny floors, he assumed that dinner was still in session as nobody seemed to be witnessing his kidnapping, though he prayed for a witness to present themself before something terrible happened.

     Suddenly he was outside, he felt the crisp air hitting his face and all around him there was grass...trees...and after a few minutes...wood? He glimpses of quidditch plaques and hanging quidditch robes on the wooden panels as he was carried through a tunnel...the stadium? Scorpius's suspicions were quickly answered when his body was roughly set down in the grass under a stormy gray sky. The paralyzing jinx was lifted and Scorpius scrambled to his feet while aiming to grab his wand...but he didn't have it. He thought back painfully to when he had set it down on Albus's bedside table just ten minutes ago. 

"Oi, we always knew you and Potter were a couple of fags." spat a voice behind him. Scorpius whipped around to see his lifelong bullies, Travis and Elliot. His heart sank as he realized they were blocking the only escape. Elliot was standing, arms crossed, looking as tall and large as ever, he looked down at Scorpius menacingly while Travis, who was relatively smaller, stood beside him puffing his chest out in a desperate attempt to appear brawny.