"Naughty Albus, you shouldn't do that."
I sighed. Here we go.
"I think we can let this one slide, though. If you don't say anything I certainly won't." my Muggle Studies professor tells me with a wink. Her beaded necklace makes her look like a hunchback, not to mention ridiculous. Heavy opals can't help your posture at all.
"I think I can manage to keep my mouth shut." I murmur through clench teeth. No! Punish me! Please punish me. I want to be punished. I've wreaked so much havoc in this classroom in just twenty minutes, more damage than a batch of pixies could.
"Good, now run along dear. I'll just clean this mess up, shall I?" the thin woman promises and to make good on that promise she picks up her wand immediately before waving it around. I stomp out of the classroom in a torrent of fury, just as my mate Scorpious steps out of the shadows.
"Gah! Don't do that!" I screech holding my hand to my heaving chest. The tall blond only laughs, demonically.
"Got out of it again didn't you?" he asks casually crunching into the green apple as the juice of the fruit soaked his lips.
"I don't even want to talk about it." I mutter in aggravation as I pull myself back together. Scorpious grabs my shoulder tightly as we walk back to the common room in the basement of the castle. To the very core of were my insanity lies. I was a Slytherin, and I didn't particularly mind that so much. Being a Slytherin was pretty awesome, if you're into scaring the shit out of people and all that. No, the problem was that I was Harry Potter's child. The fact of the matter was that everyone knew who I was because I was the son of a hero and it's not like I could hide that fact because we could almost be twins. I look exactly like him with these awful green eyes and crazy-standing jet black hair.
And being Harry Potter's child plus sorting hat shouting Slytherin equals a chaotic way to begin the next seven years of your life. I'm supposed to be in Gryffindor. I'm supposed to be god-like, like daddy dearest.
"I'm not asking you to open up mate, I'm not, but you really need to loosen up." Scorpious concedes as we enter a moist, evergreen looking room. Sometimes I really think that dear old Salazar could have strived a little bit more for comfort than creeping people out. Not to mention a better location for his students, having a common room under the lake had no perks whatsoever.
"We can't all be as relaxed as you." I tell him through clenched white lips and a furrowed brow. Here's the thing about Scorp he really knows when he's crossing the line, but if he didn't push the envelope well then he wouldn't be him. He wasn't afraid to cross me, he didn't give into my every whim, he challenged me and besides he was just plain awesome. From the first night we met at the sorting ceremony, I knew. I made a vow. I was going to be friends with Scorpious Malfoy, because he was a cool dude, and because it would piss my father off to no end. Now, I know it sounds like I was just using him at first and maybe I was, but don't you dare judge me because I'm sure Scorpious had the same idea with his own father. He hated him as well. It's a mutual agreement between us that we will not have kids because we will not fuck up their lives like our fathers did to us. I hate who I am. I hated the blood that runs in my veins, that gave me life and I'm damn sure Scorpious despised his family name as well.
"That's true, but if you keep getting yourself worked up about the stupidest little things, you're going to wind up strapping a boulder to your back and diving into the lake, you catch my meaning?" Scorpious tells me as he bounces into a chair and crosses his legs on the table in front of it.
"I feel you." I tell him in a broken voice and mimic his actions. I rub my eyes with a ferocity that wishes I can scrub every last morsel of green pigment out of them.
"Good" Scorpious commends and lights up a cigarette. I hate when he does this, the one habit I wish he would kick.
"You know smoking-" I start and not a heartbeat later he cuts me off like he already knows what I'm going to say. Probably does, it's been the same speech since he began to smoke.
"Don't start. Not tonight please."
"Malfoy, put the cigarette out now." An asshole prefect tells us marching over with his hands clenched to his sides. I hate seventh years, they think they can boss us around because they're one year older? Don't think so, come back later and try again please. "Go to your dormitories immediately before I report you and take… your friend." The stupid git says trialing off as he looks at me.
"Albus, my name is Albus and you damn well know it." I tell him in exasperation. I should be so livid about it, but I can't find it in me to care. I know what I want, what I need. Now's not the time to argue with this jackass standing over me. It's so ironic that out in the real world everyone sneers at Scorpious and I defend him, yet here in the confines of Slytherin territory they sneer at me and Scorpious is the one who stands by my side. Slytherins respect him; the rest of the world respects me. So basically, we could start a takeover, but I think we're much too lazy.
"Whatever, man." Scorpious concedes before dousing the open fire hazard "But apologize to my friend first."
"Don't bother." I reply faintly "He isn't worth my time; frankly I can think of something much better." With that sentiment I roll off the chair and head out the common room and up a slew of staircases, Scorpious at my heels.
"You up yet?" I yell through the window and I hear a grunt. Sounds like a 'yes' to me. So I swing up onto a wooden beam of the tower and start getting my body in motion to make the leap onto the grey tiled roof. With an 'umpf' I land in a crouch before scampering up higher onto the tall steep tower on all fours. Scorpious is already up there positioned at the top and bringing out our stash of alcohol. He lays back down as he cracks open a bottle of firewhisky. He buries his face in the stuff, holding it at a ninety degree angle. It amazes me how he can gulp it down like that, I can't even do that and I'm the one with the raging alcoholism.
"Please don't drink too much tonight. I don't really feel like carrying you back." Scorpious reminds me pleasantly before finishing off his first glass of the night.
"Not a problem." I tell him with ease before cracking open a bottle of my own. I lie down next to him and stare up at the sky.
"I hate how we do this." Scorpious murmurs almost quietly as he twirls the empty bottle around in his fingers.
"You'd hate it more if we didn't."
"I'm not sure if that's really true." He confesses absentmindedly and puts the bottle down on the scratchy tile, letting it fall a few feet thanks to that wonderful thing called gravity before pulling it back up again and starting over.
I don't bother answering him. Even if he could stop this incessant drinking binge we did, he wouldn't because of me. I can't stop. I admit it, but it's not so bad. I put up with his awful smoking and he puts up with my need to escape myself. It works well, hand-in-hand really. After nearly going through all our stash and a few hysterical fits, I can just feel my eyes rolling in the back of my head. I look over at Scorpious and he's nearly as bad off as I am. Oops. Oh well, fuck it.
"I hate people." I announce to the entire planet loudly raising my finger in the air, but against my own will it falls limply on top of the roof. I focus soundly trying to get my hand airborne again, but it just will not listen.
"I love your cousin." Scorpious declares and sits up on the edges of his elbows. Crap, how can he do that? How can he make his arms obey him?
"No, fair!" I moan trying to wriggle my arms, but I can't!
"I think she's the most beautiful creature on the planet." He simpers "Dammnit Albus, stop hitting me!" Oh, maybe I was moving my arms. Well how come I couldn't see them moving? I scoot over and knock the dead limp limb except it isn't fleshy, it's glass. It's a bottle. The bottle falls sideways and begins to roll down the roof. All the way down and I'm not stopping it. Somehow I find this hysterical.
"We are so going to get busted." I gurgle out through laughs and manage to sit up to get a better view of the bottle, just as it plummets over the edge. Sure, enough seconds later I hear the nice little cracking sound. It broke. Scorpious laughs along with me and then we see a light flicker on far below us, shadows casting out into the dimly lit night.
"Think it's time to go?"
"Nah" I breathe falling back onto the palms of my hands. Voices start to float up to us from the grounds.
"Yeah, definitely time to go." Scorpious concurs with himself and we both slouch back down towards the window. As I look at it, it starts to look like a hallway, forever backing up. I stumble to grab hold of the wooden beam.
"Easy, easy" Scorpious rushes out and then as if I was a superhero I flew square through the window. Scorpious not far behind me. The bottle must have attracted all the teachers and prefects because none were present in the hallway as we reached our common room. I stifled a high-pitched giggle as we entered the dorm room. My life was highly funny, why am I always so sad again? Scorpious and I fell into a jumbled heap on my bed as it was the closest to the door.
"Scoot over, Albus."
"It's my bed you stupid fuck."
"I really meant what I said you know? Why won't you let me date Rose? I really do love her." Scorpious' voice echoes in the darkness and I only sigh with irritation.
"No you don't. Go to sleep."
"Albus don't tell me what I do and do not like. I am very capable of my own feelings." Scorpious tells me affronted and maybe hurt? Pansy.
"You're capably intoxicated." I slur out. I'm not even sure that made sense.
"Which is why you should believe me, I'm telling the truth."
"The answer is still no, besides it's not like she'll even look at you anyway."
"She does look at me." Scorpious tells himself more than me, I only guffaw stupidly.
"With disgust." I snort out and he finally sighs with defeat. Game, set, match.