Scorpius awoke in bed to the sound of silence. His eyes stared at the dark green canopy above his bed. He could spend hours tracing over the intricate pattern of green and black thread stitched into the heavy fabric, but he had seen all these lines already. He had spent many nights watching these lines, waiting for the next letter from Albus.
He had replied to Albus later then the time Albus had set. Scorpius hoped he wouldn't mind. It had taken him so long to think of the right words or had it just taken him so long to realize that this thing, which he had thought would be nothing more then a fling, had become everything to him.
Scorpius rose from his bed, stretching his limbs. The sun was fighting through the heavily draped windows of his room. It cast a great white line throughout the room. Scorpius turned to his full-length mirror to his left and stared at his half naked body. He never liked what he saw in the mirror. He always saw the skinny, weak version of his father Draco. No matter what mirror he looked in, it always played tricks on his eyes. No matter what color he died his hair, or how many piercing he got, he could never be himself. He would always be his father's clone.
He reached his hand out for the dresser. Without taking his eyes off the mirror, he grabbed his black eye-stick, his nose ring and his hair wax. He took his time applying the make-up to his eyes, making sure he had the right amount of smudge on his lids before drawing a small spider web out of the corner of his left eye. He then took the stick and smudged a little black on his lips.
He stared at himself again unmoving. There just wasn't enough black make-up in the world to take the look of his father out of his eyes. Scorpius slammed the eye-stick onto the desk and closed his eyes. With his eyes closed he grabbed a handful of hair wax and draped it on his, now blue, bangs. He then spread the wax through the back of hair, sticking it up as much as he could before the spell in the hair wax took effect and it wouldn't move for hours.
He didn't look in the mirror again as he shoved his nose ring in and walked hastily to his closet. After deciding quickly on the mesh shirt over the black T, he threw on his black pants that he wore all the time and his dingy platform boots and rushed downstairs, throwing on the shirt as he walked.
When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he grabbed his robe off the floor and hung it on his shoulder. He could always tell which one his was after he studded the collar and the cuffs. He walked toward the dining room and could hear a lot of commotion from the behind the door as everyone had started breakfast without him.
"Draco," said the voice of Lucius Malfoy, "How many times must I tell you that I don't drink this dreadful shit. Where is my Brandy?"
"You ran out yesterday father," replied Draco as Scorpius opened the dining room door and stepped inside. "I'll get some for you today after I go to work." Scorpius looked at his grandfather who was seated at the head of the table and grinned slightly. Lucius was slumped over the table inspecting his goblet of pumpkin juice, his long white hair falling right into the glass. Lucius scrunched his face in confusion, trying to figure out how a glass of Brandy could possibly be replaced.
"Get the elf to do it now Draco," Lucius whined into his glass, "I need my Brandy or else my breakfast won't stay down." Scorpius saw his father roll his eyes and slam his fork down on the table.
"How many times father, must I tell you that the damn elf is gone? You were here when S.P.E.W came and set it free so just stop asking for it." Draco said turning his face away from his father and looking instead at Scorpius, who took a seat next to him. Draco glared at his son, a disappointed look in his tired eyes.
"What is it dad?" Scorpius asked picking up a piece of toast and the can of caviar.
"Where are you going?" Draco asked seeing his son's attempt at dressing up.
"Knockturn Alley, I'll be gone all morning." Scorpius replied, fixing up his toast. Draco continued to glare at him. Scorpius was going to ask what was with the look, but his father's face looked so tired and old. All he could do was look away and he felt a slight pain in his chest. He gave his mother a quick smile across the table. She did not return the smile but turned to her food. Scorpius knew his mother almost never ate, but at least she still made it look convincing by pushing the food around in her plate. Scorpius picked up his toast again for another bite. There was a long silence before Lucius' booming voice erupted.
"What did you do with your hair?" Lucius yelled suddenly across the table. He stood up and pushed his chair back.
"Nothing!" Scorpius shouted back, standing up as well. "It's been this way old man, you just don't remember." Draco slammed his fists on the table agitated. He leaned back in his chair, massaging his temples.
"You rat! You rat of this family!" Lucius shouted. "You think dying your hair will change you? You will always have the blond hair of your father and me and my father and every Malfoy that ever walked this earth!" Lucius grabbed his goblet and hurled it at Scorpius, hitting Draco's plate.
"Father sit down now!" said Draco. He stood up from his chair and stood next to Scorpius.
"NO!" Lucius yelled, "No, I will not sit for you!"
"I'm leaving," Scorpius said. He was about to walk to the door when his father's hand gripped tightly on his shirt.
"Why is it that when you anger your grandfather," Draco said, his eyes gleaming in his dull face, "it is always me picking up your mess? You remember that it is always me who watches you and lets you roam around like a king." Draco let go of Scorpius' shirt and he left in a rush toward the door. Draco moved over to his father and helped him back in his chair. The old man had already forgotten why he had an outburst. "Go to Knockturn, be back by dinner and pick your grandfather up another bottle of Brandy." Draco said to Scorpius' back. Hs tired eyes closed and he listened as Scorpius left through the fireplace.
"Who was that Draco? Did the elf leave again?" Lucius asked pitifully. "Is he going to fetch more Brandy?" Draco sighed. His face was a sad, pale mask. He looked almost as old as Lucius.
"Yes, father. The elf is getting you your Brandy," said Draco as he laid his hands softly on his father's shoulders.