This story involves a hint at James/Neville, but nothing much.
It was not as if Scorpius wanted to ask what was wrong. It was not as if he wanted to be nice. It just happened to be that Scorpius was the only one around and when someone is crouching in a corner, crying, you don't walk away whether you are named Scorpius Malfoy, Harry Potter or Winston Churchill. Maybe you would if you were named Tom Riddle, but Scorpius wasn't and thank Merlin for that!
"Is something wrong?" Scorpius asked with a caring voice, regretting it the second later.
"Everything is wrong!"
There was an exception if you were lucky enough to have Malfoy as your surname. Then you would indeed walk away if it was a Potter who was crying. By Scorpius feet sat the youngest Potter boy. He hadn't even bothered to raise his gaze to see who was talking to him. He had his head between his knees with his hand resting at his neck. If he had known who was standing in front of him he probably wouldn't have answered.
"Is that really something to cry about?" Scorpius surprised himself with the question. He didn't know why he bothered.
"Yes! It was traumatic..."
"And what may this traumatic event have been?" Suddenly Scorpius knew why he was staying. The boy was showing such weakness in front of him and that felt good. A weeping Potter by his feet, it felt pretty darn good.
"James and Neville!" the boy exclaimed.
Scorpius looked around. Still no one there. He looked back at the boy and not until he realised the boy was still facing the floor it wasn't that he had seen two people but that the two people was the traumatic event. Scorpius felt silly and stupid but didn't even admit it to himself. Instead he tried to remember who Neville could be. It took him a long silent moment to realise it was probably the Herbology teacher, Professor Longbottom.
"I can't see what would be so traumatic about the two of them?" Actually Scorpius could see what would be traumatic about them. If he had to spend more than a minute alone in their company he would probably be driven mad. Potter on the other hand knew them well and shouldn't be as bothered. Probably.
"It was! My own brother... and daddy's friend... who's also our teacher!"
The dark haired boy pulled his hair in frustration. Scorpius watched him with a bored sigh. He was getting tired of playing nice just to feel superior. He hadn't made the boy feel this pitiful and so the harvest didn't feel good at all. Still Scorpius didn't even bother to hide the bored expression on his face.
"I still don't get what was so traumatic," he stated with a voice that seemed a little bit irritated, still the boy at the floor didn't get it.
It all changed in a second. Scorpius was not expecting the answer.
"They were snogging!"
Albus titled his head and looked up at the blonde. They made eye contact but Albus didn't seem to care that it was Scorpius who was standing in front of him. He probably wouldn't have cared if it was Santa standing there. Scorpius on the other hand cared a lot that it was Albus on the floor. His face was flushed and his eyes were glistening.
He was fucking cute!
Scorpius tried to not only collect his thoughts but also remember how the hell to breath. It was as if that one look had made his whole world collapse and he had to put the pieces together. Quickly! But it wasn't easy and Scorpius felt like he was going mad.
"Are you sure they were... snogging?" Scorpius forced himself to speak. His voice was shaky and he felt really ridiculous, but the boy on the floor didn't even seem to notice.
"Yes! I couldn't have been mistaken... Locking lips," the boy shrugged as he said the words, "touching and I think they weren't far from stripping out of their clothes."
Scorpius couldn't imagine why two guys would strip out of their clothes together but didn't bother with that thought for long. He was still picking up the pieces of his life, being careful not to pick up the thought that the boy in front of him was cute.
"I had never even imagined two guys could do that! And if they could, I never expected the ones to be doing it would be them. I don't know what to do..."
"Maybe it isn't that traumatic?"
Scorpius didn't know what he was doing. Maybe he had dropped his whole world again, but this time he didn't bother with fixing it. Suddenly he dropped to his knees, much to both his and Albus' surprise. They stared at each other. Scorpius loved those green eyes that he had always hated. Before he knew it he had leaned forward and pressed his lips against the dark haired boy. He hadn't kissed anyone before, he was only twelve, but it felt so very good he decided in that moment that he was a naturally good kisser.
Albus on the other hand didn't have time to think of anything like that. He could barely comprehend the situation. The lips were soft and caring as they pushed against his own, and it didn't gross him out, but he felt panic growing inside of him. He didn't know how long until he had pushed Scorpius away and was staring at the boy who was suddenly lying on his back.
"What are you doing?" Albus asked and covered his lips with his hands.
"What I'm doing? What are you doing? I could've seriously injured myself!" Scorpius sat up, rubbing his elbow which felt a little sore.
"Me? You were bloody kissing me!" Albus exclaimed and pointed to his mouth.
Silence fell for a second and they both had time to breath.
"I was, wasn't I?" Scorpius asked as if he hadn't even been there.
"Yes! You! Why?" The last word was said with worry. As if he was worried it was just a new way of messing with him.
"I don't know. You asked for it!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"What are you trying to prove?"
"I don't know!"
It was odd. The whole situation. The kiss wasn't the oddest part though, even if one would want to think so, but Scorpius was still on the floor. Not only hated he to be on floors in general but he also wouldn't stay in an awkward situation like this. Normally he would be able to blame it all on Albus and then run off, avoiding trouble. Now as he stayed at the scene neither of them knew how to handle it.
"You still feel like it's totally weird and traumatic with two boys kissing?" Scorpius forced the words out of him. It was what he was thinking and was the only thing he could think of saying that wouldn't keep them arguing like two babies.
"I don't know," Albus' seemed to hesitate. "Maybe a little. But it wasn't like I thought it would be. Don't you think it's weird?"
Scorpius felt his cheeks get warmer. He looked down into the floor in a try to hide it from Albus but he was getting stared down by him and the boy couldn't have missed it.
"I hadn't really given it any thought until just minutes ago," Scorpius said and pulled his legs closer to his body. "But I don't know. What did you think? I'm a good kisser, right?" Scorpius ignored that he was blushing and looked up at the boy with a smug smirk. Albus averted his eyes the instant he met Scorpius'.
"You are a fool, Scorpius Malfoy."
Scorpius took a chance. He didn't know what was going on and he felt pretty good with sitting with Albus there on the floor. Albus didn't seem to hate it either. Scorpius shifted and sat on his legs. He leaned forward and put a hand on Albus' shoulder. The boy flinched.
"What are you doing?"
Scorpius didn't speak but answered with his eyes. Albus got it. Within seconds Albus had pushed him away and was covering his mouth again. Scorpius giggled.
"Is that all you have in mind?"
Albus sputtered some non-existing words before suddenly running off. Scorpius smiled until the boy was out of sight. Suddenly he felt as if his world was whole again. It wasn't a nice feeling at all. He realised what he had done and how weird it was. With his face flushing red he suddenly felt out of breath. His heart was beating like crazy in his chest.
"What the hell have I done?" he asked himself with a great urge to start hitting head against the wall in front of him.
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It might inspire me to write a second chapter ;)