His mind made up, Albus muttered "Alohomora", and slowly lifted up the lid on the chest. He eased Scorpius into a sitting position, smiling sadly when he felt Scorpius's eyelash brush his cheek, and carefully lifted him out of the trunk. This was tricky to do, as he didn't want to hurt him further, but the tall boy was dead weight, and his long limbs were completely uncooperative. Eventually, Scorpius's arm slung around one shoulder, Albus started to tiptoe quietly back the way they'd came, one hand around his boyfriend's waist, and the other clutching his wand.
They'd almost made it to the door when Albus heard an almighty roar and turned around just in time to see one of the bullies running right for him. He was forced to let go of Scorpius, who slid bonelessly to the floor, in order to properly protect him. The bully fired a Cruciatus curse at him, which he was able to dodge just in time, and retaliate with a large fireball, which he sent hurtling right into the boy's stomach. The bully collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.
Albus spun around to retrieve Scorpius from the floor, but what he saw froze him in his tracks. The other bully was covered in ugly boils caused by Albus's curse, and was currently holding Scorpius up, one hand securely around his slender neck, but not tightly enough to affect him.
"One move, Potter, and your girlfriend gets it." With these words the large boy tightened his grip, causing Scorpius to wheeze desperately for breath. Albus tightened his grip on his wand. He was filling up with a white hot anger he'd never felt before. No one hurt Scorpius.
He lunged forward and roared "Crucio!" at the bully, who promptly let go of Scorpius and began twitching spasmodically on the ground beside him, screaming at the top of his lungs. Albus ignored him, and rushed to Scorpius, dropping to his knees beside him. He quickly scooped him up, and started slowly making his way towards the door, and along the corridors. He noticed Scorpius's breathing becoming more laboured and painful, and he wanted to cry.
He reached the infirmary after what seemed like an age, and lowered Scorpius carefully onto the nearest bed, and clutched at his cold hand. Madame Pomfrey came rushing over, gasped, and then hurried away to fetch the necessary ingredients. By the time she came back, however, Albus was fast asleep, his head resting on the bed, but never letting go of Scorpius's hand.