I disclaim.
Scorpius sat on the cold stone floor of the astronomy tower under the star filled sky, watching the shooting stars, whispering wishes into the wind, of Gryffindor courage to confess his feelings for him consequences be damned, but he was an overly logical Ravenclaw.
His logic always overpowering his heart telling him that his feeling would never be returned, the wind whispering daggers that dug into his heart, snaking into his veins making his blood run cold and his heart ache saying he would never want him, how could he want a freak?
Doing so he would lose their friendship, that had strengthened over years shattered by three simple words, spoken by the pale lips of a lovesick blonde, losing all of him, his drug.
Some nights he would sit in the tower feet hanging over the edge as his thoughts ran wild, imagination taking over, lost in fantasies of, soft raven hair clutched in his hands, sparkling emerald eyes shut in ecstasy hands fisted in his white blond hair as soft lips claimed his in rough late night kisses under shooting stars.
His head lay rested against the stone pillar next to him, as he got lost in his fantasy world yet again.
He watched the owls take flight in their late night endeavors, gliding across the night sky. Looking up at the sky, he saw a single shooting star brightly dancing across the sky, free, whispering his wish into the night sky closing his eyes willing it to come true as his words drifted across the cool night breeze floating up to the stars.
"Fly me away"
A/N: Hey you! yes you! I hope you liked the story, now to get down to business, I have a question for you.
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