Chapter 4: Christmas and Conundrums
"You'll come for Christmas, won't you?" Al asked hopefully, the patented pleading look in his eyes one he knew would make Scorp concede. What Al didn't know was that very look was the one that he often imagined in his dreams, hoping he'd ask him for more than simply to come to Christmas—much, much more.
"Of course." Scorpius replied easily, and then remembered about the curse. He had to tell his father. Maybe talking with him would help. "I'll have to talk to Dad…"
"He let you come over for my birthday this past year, why should this be any different?"
"Yeah." Scorpius faked a faltering smile, and felt a plummeting feeling in his chest as he nearly lied. He loved Al with all his heart, and not telling the whole truth made his heart want to shatter. It almost seemed like he was lying, because he knew full well that his father would be willing to let him go over to the Potters'. After all, Draco loved Harry.
The curse however, was said to only take affect after the Malfoy boy fell in love, and he had done just that. He hoped that his father could give him advice that no one else could. He just hoped that in the end, he wouldn't be too late.