A/N – So, y'know what I said about this being based on Post Blue? Well, urm, it's not really anymore… The first chapter was kind of… But yeah. I kind of lost track… Well anyway, now it's just a normal fanfiction. So anyway, read on!
Scorpius was laid on his bed, inspecting the bottle of pills that had taunted him so.
The bottle was a clear plastic, containing around 20 small capsules, each half red, half white, each able to lift a mood from the deepest depths of oblivion.
The boy sighed. He sat up, groaning with the effort. He popped the cap off of the bottle and stared at the pills. He tipped one into his hand, refraining from emptying the entire contents into his palm and inspected it, before placing it onto his tongue, conjuring a bottle of water to help it go down.
For one, terrible second it got stuck in his throat, stopping his breathing, making him choke. After another swig of water, however, it dislodged itself, causing him to gasp for air.
He sat on his bed, expecting birds to be singing and rainbows to protrude from his arse, but he still felt like going and throwing himself off of the Astronomy Tower. ping his breathing, making him choke. After another swig of water, however, it dislodged itself, causing him to gasp for air.
He sat on his bed, expecting birds to be singing and rainbows to protrude from his arse, but he still felt like going and throwing himself off of the Astronomy Tower.
Frowning he re-capped the so-called happy pills and threw the bottle across the dorm. He then cast a Tempus charm; it showed that it was 5:30. He cursed; only half an hour till dinner. He'd been in the dorm room for hours! Why had no-one come to find him? Why had Al not come to find him?
Maybe he didn't want to. You did ambush him. In the middle of public, no less. You, a Malfoy, acted rashly and stupidly and you probably freaked the poor boy out. He doesn't want to see you. You left him! You left him alone and confused and scared. You almost outed him! It's disgraceful. Anyone could have seen! Do you blame him for avoiding you?
Scorpius frowned, his heart aching. His thoughts – the thoughts that had troubled him for months – were right, as the usually were.
Who was he to force himself onto Albus? He really was disgraceful. Disgraceful and rude and dishonourable.
After another Tempus charm – which revealed ten minutes, now, till dinner – he headed for the shower.
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Clean, clothed and comfortable, Scorpius waltzed into the Great Hall, head held slightly higher than usual, a smile – though it was small and didn't reach his eyes, but a smile nonetheless – on his face.
Halfway to the Slytherin table, he heard Rosie's call of his name and saw Al waving his arms around frantically. Score's heart soared; Al wasn't ignoring him!
These pills are great, he thought. It was more than he expected. He was expecting a small change, feeling slightly better, not wanting to never wake up again, something paltry. Not to be smiling. He knew the pills didn't work to their full effect after one, but compared to the Muggle brands he'd heard of, these were working wonders. In a few weeks, he thought, I'll be feeling great; on top of the world! And Al not ignoring him had made everything perfect.
Of course, for Scorpius Malfoy nothing was perfect for long.
As soon as he sat in his usual seat between Al and Rosie and amongst his other friends, question after question was shot at him.
'Scorpius, where were you?'
'Score, why'd you run off?'
'Yeah, Malfoy, we were worried!'
'Do you know how much education you've missed?'
That last one make him chuckle. 'Dorm room. I needed space,' he looked at Al briefly, 'You had no need to worry; I'm fine. And about 5 lessons worth, Rosie, but I'm sure you'll make me catch up,' he winked at her. She just rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide the grin.
Maybe things really are looking up, he thought, still smiling. He looked at Albus then, to see him frowning, and the smile was ripped from his face, his heart dropping to his feet. Or maybe not.
'I'm sorry,' he whispered, knowing Al would hear. He heard the boy sigh, as if giving up an internal battle, and felt his hand being grabbed under the table. A small smile appeared on Al's lips, causing Score's heart to soar once more.
He turned back to the food, he dished up chicken and vegetables, his heart singing, elated that Al wasn't mad with him.
After dinner and back in the common room, Rosie was lecturing Score and Al for missing lessons. Score got an extra dose of Weasley-Wrath for missing the entire day – including lunch; Score just nodded along. Al's hand was still in his and he felt like he was walking on clouds. If only he could ignore the voice in the back of his mind telling him that what goes up, must come down.
But for now, everything was well; he still had his friends, and most importantly, he still had Al's closeness, whether it meant quite the same to the other boy or not, he still had him.
Once Rosie had stopped berating the pair, she invited them to a game of Exploding Snap, of which they daren't decline in fear of being yelled at again.
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Score cast a Tempus charm. The glowing numbers read 03:11. He sighed and rolled over onto his back. He stared at the ceiling again. There were 945 notches on the ceiling in the space above his bed. He could take over the world with that information!
For the thousandth time, he sighed, and once again rolled over. The bottle of pills lay in his trunk and Al was on the other side of the room, fast asleep, probably dreaming of girls, or Quidditch or girls playing Quidditch. Score has never been so envious; what he would give to sleep. Casting a slumber charm would be futile; he'd already tried. Counting Hippogriffs didn't work wither; it just made him feel foolish.
In the end he swung his legs over the side of his bed, standing on shaking legs, and tip-toed over to Al's bed. The hangings were pulled, but there was a small crack, of which Scorpius peered through.
It was dark, but he could see the dark hair splayed across the green pillow. It looked atrociously cute. With a smile on his face that didn't reach his eyes, he stepped back from his friend's bed. He stood for a few seconds, deliberating whether to go back to bed. In the end, however, he he decided to go down to the common room. 'It'll make Rosie happy if I catch up on work missed…' he muttered.
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Slumped on one of the sofas, books piled by his feet, crumpled paper littering the floor, Scorpius slept, though not for long.
A persistent tapping on one of the high windows broke through his sleeping state, making him stir. His eyes flicked open, a scowl forming on his face as the tapping continued.
He flicked his wand, making the window open, and in flew a large eagle owl – A Malfoy owl – carrying a letter in its beak. The owl circled the dorm before dropping the letter in Score's lap, and then swooped out of the window and back into the dawn.
A quick look at the clock told him that he has slept for only 2 hours. With a groan he turned his attention back to the letter. It had the elegant hand of his father on the envelope, addressed to one Scorpius Malfoy. Of course; who else would Father be writing to?
He tore the letter open, his blood running cold.
Oh, this was not good.
A/N – Yeah, bit of a cliff hanger. I like to keep you on your toes. ;p So anyway, sorry this chapter is quite short. I had some trouble with what to write, so sorry if it's also a bit shabby. And I'm aware anti-depressants don't really make you super happy with the first pill, but c'mon, guys! This is the fucking Wizarding World!
Anyhoodles. I hope you enjoyed. Leave a review if you feel like it, and I'll see you next Thursday!
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