DISCLAIMER
So, hey everyone, I'm Boo! I just wanted to say that I'm really thankfull for all of you guys who took your time to go and read Daylight. This is a fanfic I originally wrote in Portuguese (and it's already finished), and I'm translating it to English. I'm actually from Brazil, so please, if there's anything that doesn't make sense, absolutely terrible grammatical mistakes PLEASE let me know so I can fix it. This is the first time I'm actually doing it, so I think I'll me making a lot of mistakes. And review it guys, I'd love to know your thoughts about the story! Thanks again!

Chapter Three

This is our last night, but it's late and I'm trying not to sleep. 'Cause I know when I wake, I will have to slip away.

That weird feeling in my chest seemed to be there to stay, and I had no Idea if that was happiness or agony and that was making me lose my mind – especially if you decided to put this together in the list of things I found out I can't control. The truth is, it was finally over and at the same time I was so bummed it was over that it made absolutely no sense. It's just that something seemed a little bit out of place, a little out of context, and even though I wanted to feel whole and proud of myself that little voice inside my head kept on laughing in a really evil laugh kind of way reminding me that it was impossible. It was the last day of school indeed, and even though our countdown board showed us we had zero days left for graduation, even though it was shining so bright that it was hurting my eyes and pulsing like an exciting beating heart reminding me that I was finally done with this crap after seven long years stuck inside this old castle being magically educated, nothing, not even the loud noise of all my fellow companions seemed to cheer me up.

I really wanted to be capable of being one of the kids from the countdown choir almost singing "ten, nine..." and smiling as if that was the best and happiest day of my life so far, even though I really wanted to throw my scarf to the air and watch it change from Gryffindor colors to a black one with the word "Graduated" on it with golden fancy letters, something there felt deeply wrong, incomplete and it was seriously bothering me in a level I could not describe.

I think that I started looking around the patio searching for him and his Green and Silver tie in a messy knot out of instinct, and looking at him I could see that he seemed so fucking happy, with that huge smile on his face – but why wouldn't he be anyways? He looked thrilled; he was talking a lot about something that was instantly interesting just because it was coming out of his mouth. My heart skipped a beat reminding me that lately I've been having lots and lots of butterflies living in my stomach and that they were not polite ones. Without even noticing it I rolled my eyes and mumbled "why ". And that it's something you just don't do when you're this close to your family, you don't mumble and complain about things you definitely don't want to explain.

"I swear to Merlin that it seems you're walking straight to your death." Albus whispered in my ear. "We're graduating! Bye Bye old smelly castle, bye bye stinky library, bye bye dungeons..." Without even thinking I couldn't stop my mouth of saying it. "Bye bye Scorpius…" But when I realized it was already too late. "You say like it's a bad thing." Albus raised his eyebrown at me. "Wait, you do say as if it was a bad thing. Rose?" "I don't want to talk about it" I try to look the other way and took a step forward trying to get as far as possible from him. "What do you mean you don't want to talk about it, I'm your bestfriend!" "Oh, I'm sorry, I had no idea that was a good enough reason to make me talk about something I just don't want to." I replied in a sassy way. "I'm not following. First you look as happy as you'd look if you knew it was your funeral, second you seemed to be unhappy about leaving Malfoy behind, and I really want to believe that these two are not related. You hate the guy" "I hated." I corrected him, still being unable to look him in the eyes. "C'mon now Rose, you're a smart one. You wouldn't fall for that crap. Not you. Everybody knows him and Georgina..." "Like father, like son" my brother decided to pop out of nowhere and give his stupid opinion where it wasn't even been asked for. "We're talking about Malfoy, right? He's such a douche. At least Gina is a hottie." "Shut the fuck up!" I snapped at him slapping him and when I realized what has happened I was already walking pretty fast - or should I say running? – Away from them. But of course, they wouldn't take the hint that I wanted to be alone and would follow me like the stalkers they truly are.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Hugo yelled at me while trying to catch up with my pace, being the jerk he could be he wouldn't stop yelling and following me, Albus right behind him a couple steps trying to contain him but I knew I had unleashed the beast. They were looking at me as if I was insane, but all I really wanted was to get the hell away from that place – what the hell was I celebrating after all? I wanted to be a part of the ceremony just as much as I wanted to keep millennial senseless family traditions, if only James was here… He'd understand. James liked him. Albus did too, after all they used to talk a lot, and they were from the same house for Merlin's sake! It made absolutely no sense that he would talk to me like that. I could understand my brother, being the son of Ron Weasley its kind hard not to become excessive dramatic and full of complains about anything that you dislike, but not Albus. He was the son of Harry fucking Potter and his huge forgiveness and non judging policy.

"Are you crying?" his deep voice sound nurturing and when he held my arm in the middle of the crowd trying to stop me I felt that I could finally breathe. "Rose?" "What did you do to my sister you asshole?" Hugo pointed his finger towards Scorpius, his voice getting louder and louder. "Why is she crying?" Scorpius looked at him and from him to me. "Probably because she has a troll for a brother." He replied. "Because you are the only asshole here, Hugo. If you couldn't understand it when you saw me run AWAY from you, please understand it now. I don't want to be anywhere near you. Or you for that matter." I looked at Albus. "Scorpius?" he said looking at him, sounding a bit more serious than usual. "I thought I told you I didn't want to be near you. And that also means I need you to shut up." I said pointing my finger to his face. "Scorpius?" he tried once more and Scorpius looked at him and I couldn't understand the guilty in his eyes. "It wasn't supposed to be like this." He said in a low voice. "I don't know what is going on between you and Rose but I know it's not ideal." He looked right inside his blue eyes. "It's about you guys being who you are, but the whole situation you got yourselves into. And man, even though I'd love to believe that this is just one of your reckless attitudes to add to the list of reckless stupid things you've done so far to get what you want, I think it's passed the time to tell her." "Tell me what?" I interrupted trying to remain calm but at this point I felt like I could punch all of them. "He's trying for the same spot and scholarship you are, Rose. You're both trying for American Red Sox."

People usually say that some silences talk more than words and that was the exact feeling I had at the time. I knew it was true even though he didn't say it. And it wasn't because he looked as if he was paralyzed and incapable of speaking a single word to give me what I was craving: some answers. I felt tears starting to fall from my eyes and Albus hand in my shoulder supporting me, but there was this little part of me who was still trying to find a reason, a plausible explanation for that, because that couldn't be the real one. It wasn't because of a stupid spot at a team he didn't even need! He wasn't that kind of guy that would use someone to get what he wanted, right? I mean, at least not me. My mind was working fast thru some disconnected thoughts and somewhere far away I could hear him telling me that it was so stupid that we had to own that vision of our families, and that we had to learn how to accept each other for who we were. It made no sense.

"In the beginning…" his voice failed him. "In the beginning maybe, but Rose… I didn't decide to get to know you because I had second intentions on you, I wouldn't want you to think that low of me." "It's just that I thought it was mutual, I thought that…" he reached for my hand and I took a step back from him. "And it is! In the beginning I realized you were not the person I thought you were, and you became more and more interesting by the second, so interesting that I had to make a choice. And I did." I took another step back. "How could you lie to me for all this time?" He took a step towards me, but didn't try to reach me this time. "I didn't lie to you. I never lied to you." "Oh c'mon now! Don't just say you didn't want to talk about it..." "We started to get to know each other better and I found out about the scholarship. That you were the person I was competing against when all those coaches came to the field. I wanted it too. And it's not like you're thinking and that's not how I wanted you to find out about it. And this is one of the many reasons why sometimes I questioned myself about how far this could go, if it was really worth it. Your family it's always interfering and getting their nose where they don't belong. And it's just too much."

And then he turned his back on me.

Somehow he disappeared in between all these people walking in all directions, jumping and celebrating without even looking back. While he was doing it, it was like I had a movie being showed to me inside my mind, a happy romantic movie full of our best memories, our loud laughs, the way we touched each other, all the words and all the silences. Everything I have ever wanted, and everything I never thought I'd want if that was even possible. He was all that and more, and it hurt like a bitch to see him walking away from me without being able to do anything. Even though I was really mad I couldn't help but thinking that he wasn't that wrong after all, and that I didn't mention it either. Not that I was trying out for the spot, not even that I was one of the finalists. Honestly I didn't even expect to pass it, so why ask something from him that I didn't do myself? What were we to even ask or expect anything from each other? The only thing I wanted to demand from him right now was that he'd take me in his arms, hold my face with both hands and kiss my mouth slowly so I could feel his lips in mine and the pressure from our bodies moving against each other. And instead, all I had was that stupid celebration noise at the end, trying to hold back my tears while I watched him jumping and laughing with his friends while they counted the seconds to leave – as if nothing has ever happened.

While I watched him celebrate the end of an era that included me, hoping to start a new one as fast as he could, one that I was definitely not a part of.