SCORPIUS'S POV. Bold are author's notes, italics are flashbacks. Trigger warning: Rape and sexual harassment.
It wasn't much longer until the train arrived that afternoon. At two-thirty, the first lot of Slytherins strolled into the common room, bringing life to the common room for the first time in a while. It was refreshing to see everyone rushing to greet their friends, and discussing what happened during the last few weeks.
Albus, Seb, Dom and Cole only took a few seconds to find me, making a beeline for the fireplace and good armchairs as soon as they walked through the door.
"Scorp!" Albus called, just before they all reached me, and snatched the blanket off my lap, for himself, before sinking into the armchair next to me.
"Ass," I muttererd, drawing my knees up to my chest, suddenly cold without the thick protection of the blanket.
"Hey, quit your moping, we're back!" Dom greeted me with.
"That's why I'm moping," I shot back, accompanied by a grin. "So how was everyone's holidays?"
That night was the first night that I had felt safe in the dorms in what seemed like a long time. I could sleep in bed without the anxieties of Blake coming back (which he had, many times throughout the holidays) for me. I could lie in the dirtied bed, haunted with the disgusting, and horrifyingly recent, memories.
Well, I thought I would be okay for the night, anyway. Until I closed my eyes and all that had occurred in this room was imprinted on my eyelids.
"Imperio!"
I flashed open my eyes again, greeting the dark with relief. No face looming above me. Remember, Scorpius, it's all over now. I tried to sleep once again.
"Just pretend I'm Albus, maybe then you'll be into this more."
By now, I was shaking. I nearly ripped the curtains around my bed, with the amount of force I put on them. Swinging my legs off the side of my bed, I savoured how the floor felt on my feet, the cold drawing me back to reality. Really, Scorpius, you're absolutely fine.
"I've seen the way you look at him when you think no one is watching you. But I'm watching you. And I want you to look at me like that while I fuck you."
And with that, I jump out of the bed and sprint to the attached bathroom. I waste no time switching on the light or closing the door, instead just finding my way to the sink out of habit. I lean over it, breathing hard. I feel a cold sweat on my forehead, a pit in my stomach. Something is trying to make its way up and out of my throat, but I swallow and force it back down. My weak and shaking arms are so close to buckling under my weight…
The light flicks on.
I look up, pushing blonde hair out of my eyes. Not trusting myself on my own two legs, I lean against the counter for support.
"Scorpius?"
My eyes are still adjusting to sudden light but I don't need to have crystal clear vision to know whose voice that is.
Albus.
He earns a quick glance from me before I focus my attention to the mirror. My face is paler than usual, which is saying something, making the dark circles under my eyes stand out stark.
"Are… are you okay?"
I try to shrug off his question, and finally look away from that poor excuse of a human being. I can barely meet his eyes, not after stressing about all those things Blake said…
Still without speaking to him, I push past him. He obliges, and presses himself against the door frame so I can exit. I feel his eyes following me as I walk across the room, to the furthest bed, mine. I try not to look back.
When I'm back in my bed, swamped with thick, warm blankets that make me feel like I'm suffocating, I respond to his last question.
No, Albus. I'm really not okay.
Short chapter, hope this suffices! There is pretty much only one scene in this whoops sorry. Most chapters will probably be like this because I'm hella lazy. Reviews make my day! 3