Chapter 1
pov: Scorpius Malfoy
Albus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy were like Hermione Granger and books, you never see them without each other.
5th-year OWLS were coming up and I'm bloody sure I've blabbed Albus’s ears off about being “as prepared as possible!!”
So here we were, in the room of requirements, credits to myself for listening to Dad's stories about the “insufferable pottah!”, this room making an appearance in the specific story. Books flooded the room and I knew I would be spending much more time in this room than I thought.
“Do you think our fathers ever kissed?”
Albus said as he looked up from his Transfiguration book. Red faces and biting the inside of his lip, something he does when he gets nervous. Well, I guess that’s a way to start. I mean, what could be going on in the mind of Albus?
“Albus..! What..? What are you bloody saying?”
I squeaked, now, thinking of kissing made me feel weird and uncomfortable but putting it in the terms of my father!! Merlin.. what has gotten into Potter..?
“Augh.. That came out all wrong..!”
Albus murmured while he slowly laid his head on the table his soft brown hair falling upon the chestnut table, a perfect contrast in my opinion.
“Merlin I hope it did al!”
Although it was a very very.. Weird thought I did wonder why he would be thinking about that
“Well- okay so! Rose said boys in America will throw paper or - or be mean to a girl they like and well! as you know...”
Albus rambled in a high-pitched voice with a pinky tint on his face. I smiled while I “listened” to him, when did his hair look so soft? Why am I always on about his bloody hair? Did he have freckles..? he did! Just barely visible right.. there.
“And so..!”
Were the last words Albus said before going completely silent, wait.. why is he silent..? I see my fingers gliding along the smooth skin right on the bridge of his nose
“I.. Freckles.. You have... Freckles?”
I found myself saying, why did I say that..!! When did my hand even get there?? Why is he smiling and why is he putting his arm up?
My racing thoughts were stopped by the sweetest voice I knew
“I do... And so do you scorp”
Albus raised his arm, putting up his fingers and slowly swiping against my upper cheekbone. A smile tugged on his lips as he looked at me, looked at me with those impossible eyes.
“Do you think our fathers did this..”
I asked in a trance, my hands still tracing the lines of light-colored freckles.
“well... Do you think my father fancied yours”
My eyes snap up to look at those impossible eyes again.
“do you fancy me? A bit..?”
I said, hope in my voice as I felt Albus’s fingers stop sweetly stroking my face
Albus slowly leaned in, our lips locking together like a key to a chest, so right and so perfect. I felt his hand slip down to my jaw, his thumb tracing slow circles onto my skin as I froze, why did I freeze? My chair scrapes on the ground, I did not see what I have done until im on one of the staircases, im not sure which one but i do know i have just fucking ran. I ran from Albus. I RAN FROM ALBUS. My robes stuck to my hot skin, i felt horrible. I felt betrayed... Betrayed by my body. Why in the hell did i run?! oh albus, oh merlin... Why do i do this to myself.. Albus. kiss. Run. fuck fuck fuck! god whats happening to him now.. I just ran.. i need to... Albus- please. But i just- Albus.
The last thing i felt was arms around me, my vision going black and i thought, just for a moment i heard my name.