A/N: I originally publish this drabble in my other series, For better or Worst, but it became lenghty so I decided to give it his own place. There's about twenty chapter so far, at a one-everyday publishing rate. Enjoy and review as you wish!
Title: Flying
Words: 100
Scorpius always loved flying. High in the air, the wind in his hair, the Quidditch pitch was the only place where his housemate respected him. He was a Malfoy after all, his name had never recovered standard after the war.
The thing was, he could catch a snitch like no one could.
Flying was the one place where he felt human. He wasn't the death eater son anymore, he was him.
On the pitch, he was a hero. Back in the dormitory, he was back into being nothing.
So he fled every time he could, because it makes him happy.