When Scorpius woke up the next morning, he was more than a little surprised to find Rose Weasley lying next to him. Or more accurately, on top of him; the girl had somehow weaseled (no pun intended) her way into his arms and was practically sprawled out on top of him. It took him a moment to remember the reason she was there. He knew that he definitely hadn't screwed her. He hated her after all, and he made it a rule not to fuck girls he hated.
Albus would laugh his arse off if he saw this.
Albus…
And then it all came flooding back to him. Albus was dead.
Scorpius quickly extracted himself from beneath Rose and made his way to the bathroom. He turned on the tap and splashed some water on his face. No, he was definitely awake. It wasn't a dream. Well fuck. Scorpius looked at himself in the mirror; he realized he didn't know whether he was crying or not. An undignified sob wrenched itself from his mouth. No, he was definitely crying.
A soft knock on the door.
"Scorpius?" Rose's voice asked, muffled slightly from the door between them. She opened it a crack, then all the way. "Are you okay?"
Scorpius just looked at her helplessly. "I don't know."
He didn't know what possessed her to do it; neither did she. Maybe it was because he looked so small and helpless and so unlike the Scorpius Malfoy he was supposed to be and acted like he was. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him to her in a comforting hug. She didn't say anything, and Scorpius decided that it was probably best she didn't.
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"Why did he do this to us?" he let the words slip out only after they had calmed down and stopped crying. Now they were both sitting on the floor of his bathroom; him leaning against the tub and her leaning against the cabinet under the sink.
He knew how selfish the words were. Albus certainly hadn't done it to them. He did it to himself.
Rose just picked at her nails.
Eventually, she got up and looked in the mirror, trying to get herself to look as unruffled looking as possible. Once she was satisfied, she headed for the door.
"I'll let you know when the funeral is," she muttered before she walked out.
Scorpius just let his head fall back against the tub, as sleep overcame him once more.
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As promised, Rose owled him with the date for the funeral. Thursday. That was only two days away. He wasn't sure he could prepare himself in such a short time. He supposed he would have to, though.
He hadn't spoken for a whole day and a half. He had kept himself holed up in his room, refusing to let his mother in when she begged from the other side of the door for him to please come out and eat. He guessed that meant he hadn't eaten in a day either. How odd.
He had never felt so alone, so abandoned, so sad.
He couldn't help but wonder if this is how it would be from now on. Wandering through life in a haze of loneliness.
He didn't think he could bear it.
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I fucking suck.
I'm so sorry this hasn't been updated in forever. I never intended it to take that long. Life got in the way, ya know?
Also, this is really short, which makes me even more of a bitch. And I'm not actually sure if it's any good.
BUT if it's any consolation, I plan on updating every week. It's my New Year resolution.
I'll warn you before I go on hiatus next time, yeah?
Review if you're feeling forgiving. I would be pissed if I were you.