Nothing more than friends
Disclaimer: If I was JK Rowling, I wouldn't be writing fanfics. And if you think I own Harry Potter... well, I wish.
They were nothing more than friends, however much Scorpius wanted that to change.
Nothing More Than Friends
Scorpius Malfoy stared down at his best friend, Albus Potter, who was asleep. He was in an angle where his hair stuck up at a really cute angle, and his Quidditch muscles were clearly visible. His bright green eyes were hidden behind his eyelids, but Scorpius could imagine them perfectly. He'd memorised every detail of him. Yes, Albus was his best friend – but also the boy Scorpius was in love with. But Albus – sweet, innocent Al – couldn't see how much just his smile made his best friend's heart flutter.
But Al had a girlfriend. An annoying, clingy and stupid girlfriend. He was straight – not like Scorpius. Al hadn't been teased for years just for being gay – not like Scorpius. He could still remember that day when Al had stuck up for him when everyone had been laughing at him, beating him up. And they had been friends, just like that. True, their parents had all been surprised when they announced that they were best friends, but they'd accepted it, thankfully. Both of their families had. The school had eventually become used to the fact that the popular, straight, Quidditch playing, Slytherin, Albus Potter had become so close with the totally non-sociable, gay, obsessed with make-up, Slytherin, Scorpius Malfoy. But Scorpius' feelings for his best friend had changed. He didn't just love him as a friend; he was in love with him.
But Al didn't return the feelings. He didn't know that Scorpius loved him – he accepted him as gay, but Scorpius figured that Al wouldn't be able to cope if he found out that his best mate of 2 years was in love with him. He sighed, and perched on the edge of Al's bed. Al was fast asleep, totally unaware that every morning Scorpius got up early, just to look at him. It sounded perverted, but it wasn't like that. He just couldn't get enough of him. During the day, if he just glanced his way, other people assumed that he was in love with Al. Al laughed it off, but Scorpius became worried that it was too obvious, that other people would notice. He sighed. "If only you knew how much I love you, Albus Severus Potter," he murmured, and went into the bathroom to sort out his hair. He hated love, but he couldn't help how he felt for Al. He always ended up in love with someone he'd never get – someone way out of his league, a straight guy, and before he realised he was gay he'd even loved a lesbian girl who was in no way interested in him. It sounded ironic, but it was true. Love always got in the way.
Scorpius sighed again, hoping the boys in his dorm wouldn't wake up – not yet. Not when he was applying huge amounts of gel to his hair and putting some make-up on. Not much – just about enough. His dormates hated him, and the fact he was gay. But he knew that Al and him would be nothing more than friends, ever, and he could live with that fact... for now.
A/N: Please review! Tell me if you loved or hated it, I'll take any criticisms or anything you have to offer. This was just random, the idea popped into my head as I ate breakfast.