a/n 1. heads up, non-linear drabble. pretty bad, as far as they go, but what can you do when you have a writing block?


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"If I loved you—"

"I already hate this question."

"—would you stay?"

"Scorpius—"

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They begin in the aftermath of chaos.

Students run rampant through the castle and spells whizz past everyone's ears and he's just fucking tired of it all but he's running with the rest of them because what else can he do?

Then he sees her. She's sitting down, leaning against the wall and putting out her cigarette on a Gryffindor tapestry.

"Go away," she says when he approaches. "I hate you."

He stills. Of all the people he'd prepared for prejudice from, after six years of being ignored, Rose Weasley wasn't on his list. "May I inquire why?" he asks.

She leans forward and starts putting her cigarette out on the patch of skin displayed between his socks and his slightly-short robes. He yelps and swears, and she leans back, saying, "I really fucking hate feet."

He may be in huge amounts of pain and she may be absolutely insane, but she's still acting like the sanest person in this joint and she hates everyone equally, so he sits down.

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"I think I'm addicted to you."

"..."

"As in, your presence is insatiable and I don't know how to quit you."

"Yes, I'd gathered that from the 'addicted', wanker."

"Charming."

"Nobody ever said spliff was polite to a crackhead."

"True. Terrible for the teeth."

"Just imagine what it'd do to your prick."

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She breaks his heart every day, and doesn't even blink.

"Morning, Rose," he says, when she slips in between him and Albus at Slytherin table in another boy's shirt, and he steadily ignores the pity coming from Albus and the disaffectedness of Rose.

"There is such thing as moving on," Albus says, and Scorpius just gives him a look and Albus drops it.

They repeat each day.

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"I'm sorry, you know."

"For what?"

"I don't know how to feel. I'm numb and everything is muted. It's not even hatred of things. It's just a general apathy, of the variety that overwhelms until you're drowning in it."

"It's okay."

"No. It's really not, Scorpius."

"No, really; I care enough for the both of us."

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Then she sets the boy on fire and everyone denounces her except for Louis, Albus, James and Scorpius because family counts for something with them and he doesn't even know how to stop if he tried.

They sit on the roof and they lie and stare at the stars and pretend that they're all okay and the same on the inside, even though they're not and they can't.

Their nights pass by in a haze of alcohol and mistakes but it's still beautiful, in a way.

She can't feel anything and he can't quit her and somehow they find themselves within the spectrum of each other's personal disasters.

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"—I'm going to break your heart."

"That, my dear, has been evident from the start."


a/n 2. please review. if you favourite without reviewing, i'll make rose setting the boy on fire seem like child's play.