Short, angsty drabble, Louis/Scorpius pairing, one of my personal favorites. :3
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Louis Weasley was never a cold man. Aloof, perhaps, and maybe a tad bit too reserved at times, but never a cold man. But alas- things change- people come and go, walk in and out of our lives, and in the end, we are left only with a shell- a fragment of what once used to be- of what we once were. Just like Louis Weasley.
"I can't leave her, Louis." Five words. Four words plus one name. His entire future- crushed. Shattered. Ripped and trampled on to pieces. By only five simple words that left his lover- no, his one night stand's- trembling, gentle lips- the very same that had kissed him and loved him and had called out his name not a night ago. But Louis stayed upright- didn't waver, didn't blink. He tried oh so hard to keep the foreboding realization at bay- at least until he was alone- out of company, out of sight, out of mind. Louis Weasley didn't respond.
Scorpius Malfoy had always been a loving man, contrary to popular belief. He loved and was loved by everyone, with the exception of the people who loathed those he loved, and loved those he loathed. But Scorpius Malfoy was always loving- his family, his friends, his lovers- one would surely question what it was that drove the Sorting Hat to put him in Slytherin when such a doting, tender soul should have surely been sorted into Hufflepuff- without a doubt? But perhaps no one has seen the sinister side that Scorpius harbors to himself- pruning and pampering his own selfishness to perfection. But Louis Weasley sees it. He sees it when Scorpius leaves him.
They sat on opposite sides of the bed- both pale, blonde, and silver-blue eyed. The only difference was in their expression.
Louis Weasley was not a Gryffindor. He was not brave, nor foolish, nor reckless enough to open his mouth. No, he was a Ravenclaw. He was smart enough to know that everything that was already crashing down around them would worsen tenfold if he spoke. Well, that, and he didn't trust his own voice. So he kept his cold demeanor up and played his social façade.
He didn't speak.
Scorpius Malfoy, however, was a different story. Though Slytherin by birth, blood, and name, nothing about his stance now told of prestige and control. No. Scorpius Malfoy should have been a Hufflepuff, for he wore his heart on his sleeve and his emotions so obliviously dancing across his graceful, aristocratic features that were now contorted in pain and one emotion Louis recognized rather well- shame.
"I'm sorry, Louis."
Louis Weasley never used to be a cold man. Distant, perhaps, and maybe a tad bit too heartless at times. But sometimes, people change.
"Goodbye, Malfoy."
Louis Weasley left. He was now a cold man.
But Scorpius didn't see- couldn't feel the heartbreak running through his- Louis Weasley's- veins. All he felt was numb. Because he didn't leave Louis Weasley this time.
Louis Weasley left him.
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