A/N: Sorry for the late upload, I was kidnapped yesterday by some friends. Today's story will be up shortly. And it isn't QUITE the prompt... Ah well. Enjoy!
August 2nd
Albus/Scorpius – Piggyback – You're All I Have – Snow Patrol
"Al?"
Albus cracks an eye and tips his head in acknowledgement from where he's lounging on the leather arm chair a little ways away. Scorpius doesn't say anything for a moment, which prompts him to reach over and give the boy a little nudge with his foot.
"I can't believe this is our last day," he says finally, letting out a slow sigh, as if this was some terrible secret he'd been holding in for years. Unfortunately, unlike letting out one of those secrets, he doesn't feel liberated afterward. There's just a sense of dread that settles into the pit of his stomach that he can't shake.
"I know," Albus agrees.
They've been at Hogwarts for seven years – almost seven years exactly. The train leaves tomorrow, and Scorpius can't get his head around the fact that they won't be coming back. That this will be their last ride on the Hogwarts Express. He can't imagine not seeing Hogwarts again – not coming back to this dorm, where he's spent seven years of his life. It doesn't seem possible. But the reality is slowly starting to set in, and it's, well, terrifying.
"I can't imagine not seeing you every day," he says, breaking the nostalgic, bittersweet silence that has befallen them again. "I don't think I'll be able to stand it." He looks down, his grey yes – inherited from his father – roaming over his hands. He has countless scars on his milky white skin, from the various adventures Albus has led them on. The longest one is quite pronounced, leading from just above his thumb, across the entire back of his hand. That was probably the best adventure they'd had – battling the Whomping Willow to get into the secret passage beneath, because Al's father had told them this incredible story about the passage going all the way to Hogsmeade. Of course, he'd been right, but it wasn't until last year that they'd decided to test it out, and Scorpius had caught the wrong end of one of the tree's thrashing limbs.
He traces the scar fondly, lips twitching into a smile as he remembers that thrill that he always felt with Albus. The idea of not waking up every morning to see him is painful in a way that he can't explain, but it makes his heart squeeze up like someone's trying to crush it.
"Aw, Scor, we'll see each other," Albus says, sitting up and uncrossing his legs. "We'll get together loads. Hell, you could probably live 'round mine, my parents won't mind. They love you."
Scorpius nods again, still not entirely convinced. But suddenly Albus has hoisted him up into his arms, and is grinning a bit deviously.
"Al, what -" he starts, but suddenly he's being carted into their dorm. It isn't until Al rounds the corner into the bathroom that he suddenly understands, and he squirms, trying to loosen his friend's hold. "Albus Potter, you let go of me this instant!" he demands, pushing against Al's chest. It doesn't do any good, however – Albus plays Quidditch, and he's a beater. His muscles are a force to be reckoned with, and Scorpius doesn't stand a chance.
"Only if you say please," Al chimes. "And stop looking so damn depressed." His hand hovers on the tap, then turns the cold water on, full blast.
Scorpius glares at him, but does mutter a 'please' under his breath. He isn't used to having to ask for things.
But, with a smile, Albus kisses him and lets him down.
Right into the stream of cold water.
"Oh, fuck you!"
