Chapter 2
Pov: Albus Potter
Fuck.
Now I've properly messed it up..! what was I actually thinking? Huh, I could kiss him and everything would be okay? Merlin put some sense in me!
My elbow on the table, I rest my head on my hands, staring off. A single tear drops onto the side of my arm and it breaks my state of emptiness.
I was crying. Crying? No, I can't. I'm not going to pity myself..! Not when I basically violated Scorp... My Scorp. More and more tears fall as I run out of the room.
Turns out Merlin did put some sense in me. I had to find him, apologize, tell him how sorry I am, tell him that my love is undying but I'll lock it away for him, for us. I'll tell him it was an accident. Anything for Scorpius bloody Malfoy.
“Albus..”
I've heard that name so much in my life, anger from my father, sadness from my mother, disappointment from Ron, admiration and mocking from other students, but never like this. A need, a want, a desperate cry. I didn't even feel my legs when I ran, running down the stairs, I didn't know where I was but all that came out was a pleading cry of
“Scorp!”
I've had nightmares since the days of time-turners, Scorpios’s cries of my name made me shake and it was real this time, I didn't know why he cried my name but I just hoped he wasn't hurt. What if someone found him... Hurt him? My legs burned but not as much as my aching heart.
There, at the bottom of the staircase to the owlery was Scorpius Malfoy, in the moonlight he looked gorgeous, but he didn't have time for that because Albus was falling to his side, I ran to catch him. I can't truly understand my emotions, I can't while I'm here, carrying Scorpius. Scorp knew me better than I did, he knew how to deal with these emotions.
Madame Pomfrey was already in the room when I arrived.
“You... You have to help him..! I don't know what happened... Please..”
My voice starts strong but fades away in the end, tears in my eyes, but I didn't know for what.
“Yes yes well hurry on Mr. Potter, put the boy down on a bed!”
Madame Pomfrey hurriedly said while getting her wand as I set him down, tears falling down my cold face onto my robes. A sigh emerges from Pomfrey
“Mr Scorpius is fine, hyperventilation is my diagnosis. The boy needs a hydration potion and sleep, he will be discharged in the morning.”
i let out a relieved sigh that lifted a heavy weight off my shoulders
“Now Mr. Potter, lay down, You are in no state to roam the castle at this time and you look like you need sleep now.”
As she says that she leaves and goes into her office, and my head intrudes the pillow, it was cold without the feeling of a happy Scorpius. I fell asleep silently knowing what I did would change our friendship forever.