This is my first time writing a slash fic or a Harry Potter one. So I guess we'll see how this goes. I'd love comments and suggestions, so please feel free to do so!
JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, I do not.
Albus Severus Potter was an attractive guy. There was no doubt about it, no questioning it. He stood six feet tall and had broad, well defined shoulders. His skin was tanned from years of quidditch. He sported six-pack abs and muscular arms. He had dark, ebony hair which had the tendency of looking as if he'd just left the bed of a woman. And his eyes, well if the rest of his body wasn't hot enough, his eyes certainly sent him over the edge into sexiest man alive territory. His eyes were the same emerald green of his father and grandmother, but just around the pupil was a flash of glittering blue. All in all, Albus was gorgeous, and boy, did he know it.
It was no secret that Albus was conceited. He walked around the halls of Hogwarts with arrogant flare, daring anyone to question his superiority. He was often surrounded by a gaggle of boys and girls alike, some desperately hoping to date him, others just feeding off the popularity associated with being near him. Albus was the most romantically sought after boy in school, one of the smartest in his classes, and the best damn quidditch player Hogwarts had seen since his mother and father. But what he was known for above all else was his condescending, cold, and calculated approach to life. Albus may have been consistently surrounded by people, but there were few he legitimately interacted with, and even fewer who actually liked him as a person. Albus was, for all intents and purposes, an asshole. He was mean to his fellow Slytherin dormmates (though they often thought he was joking around), even meaner to those of other houses, and especially mean to those who were lacking in the looks department. Albus refused to be seen with anyone who didn't pass his inspection for physical beauty. His shallowness didn't end there though, those in his inner circle also needed to be rich, filthy rich in fact. And so, this is why a boy like Scorpius Malfoy would never be allowed to hang around a boy like Albus Potter.
Not that it had always been that way. Scorpius had been Albus' only real friend up until fifth year. Fifth year was the year that many things changed. Albus had begun to really come into his own and the hours of quidditch practice had begun to change his body into that of a muscular man. That was the year Albus realized just how popular he could be. It was also the year James was graduating, and Albus could already feel the pressure of being James Sirius Potter's younger brother lifting.
Scorpius was, too, changing. He practiced quidditch and was nearly as good as Albus, though his lean, seeker build gave him a different type of attractiveness. Scorpius was two inches shorter than Albus, but his more sinewy frame gave him the appearance of height. He had slate grey eyes, reminiscent of nimbus clouds right before a storm. He had inherited the platinum blonde hair of his father, but wore it slightly longer, the ends tickling the tips of his shoulders. Together, Scorpius and Albus were two of the most attractive boys in school. Then winter holidays happened... forever disintegrating Scorpius and Albus' relationship.
Albus smiled at himself in the mirror as he adjusted his tie, the green stripes making his stunning eyes even more striking.
"Almost ready over there, princess?" Cashlin Zabini called from his bed on the other side of the boys dorm room.
"Nearly, Cashy." Albus replied. The other boy in the room laughed.
"You let a girl give you a pet name one time..." Cashlin sighed.
"And as your friends, we never let you live it down." Albus winked as he finished the windsor knot on his tie. "Alright boys, let's go."
"Boys? Psh, I'm a man." Hyron Nott proclaimed as he puffed out his chest. Cashlin took this opportunity to punch him in the gut. Hyron doubled over in pain.
"Some man you are." Even Albus laughed at this one. Just as Albus went to grab the door handle, the door opened. Albus' breath caught, but only momentarily.
"Malfoy" he sneered.
"Potter" Scorpius said, managing the same amount of disgust in his voice that Albus had for him.
"Mind moving your ugly mug?" Cashlin spat, glaring at Scorpius and visibly shuddering as his glare reached Scorpius' eyes.
"No problem" Scorpius said with slightly less venom as he sulked over to his own bed in the far corner of the room. There had been a time when him and Albus had bunked next to each other, but that time had long since passed.
Albus ventured one last look at Scorpius' retreating form as he and his buddies left the room, fire whiskey weighing down their bags as they crept through the empty hallways towards the Room of Requirement.
"Why does Malfoy even bother coming to Hogwarts? His face is an injustice to us all." Cashlin angrily whispered as the passed through the dimly lit passages.
"I heard his family had to pay off the Ministry in order to allow him to stay in classes after the incident." Hyron added, nearly jogging to keep up with Cashlin and Albus' longer strides.
"Well one would expect that, I mean, you'd certainly have to pay me quite the sum of galleons to force that face upon other people. Those scars are right dreadful, eh Albus?" Albus, who hadn't been paying attention and had been focusing on the Marauder's Map, perked up at the mention of his name.
"What? Oh, Malfoy? Yeah, those are some nasty looking marks he's got. Though personally I find him quite dreadful looking even without the scars." The other two laughed at this statement just as they arrived at the entrance to the Room of Requirement.
"Now let the party begin" Albus said while smirking and opening the door, the loud music blaring for the couple of seconds it took Albus, Hyron, and Cashlin to enter.
Scorpius was glad to have the room to himself. Dealing with his other roommates was more than annoying, it was infuriating. He stripped down to his boxers and padded over to the bathroom, eager to wash away the day's miseries. As he stepped onto the tiled floor of the bathroom, he couldn't help but glance in the large, ornate oval mirrors that covered the right side of the bathroom. Scorpius sighed. He thought that over time, it would get better. He thought that after nearly two years of looking this way he'd get used to seeing himself in the mirror. Apparently he'd thought wrong.
"Bloody git." He muttered as his hand reached up and traced one of the scars that ran from the tip of his forehead and curved around his eye until it reached his upper right lip. When his fingers finished their path, they moved to the next scar that stretched from his upper left pectoral down and across to his right ribcage. These two long gashes were just a couple of many that splattered themselves across Scorpius' face, arms, and upper body.
If Scorpius had been less pessimistic, he might have realized the scars really didn't detract too terribly from his whole appearance. He was still relatively attractive. But all Scorpius could think, all he could notice, was that he was not and would never be as good looking as he had been prior to the accident. And that was enough to crush his spirits. And as if that wasn't enough, this pain of losing his former appearance was coupled with losing his former best friend. And just like Scorpius had thought the pain of looking at himself in the mirror would dissipate with time, he thought the pain of Albus ending their friendship would as well. Unfortunately, he was wrong about that too.
Scorpius sighed one last time as he glanced at himself in the mirror, then he closed his eyes, turned around, and stepped into the shower. Maybe this time the shower's spray would wash the scars down the drain. Or maybe it would at least wash away the memories and pain.
Well that's it. I hope you enjoyed! Reviews are always appreciated :)
