Broken Glass Chapter 6

Hey Readers!

Okay, yup I'm really, really sorry. I let you guys down. Again.

My only excuse is that I've been in hospital, but it's not going to make up for the broken promise.

Here's the chapter though! I didn't stop the story! Don't worry I'm still here!

I'm not as happy with this chapter as other ones, I didn't get the emotions right. Hopefully the next one will be better.

I haven't done a disclaimer for the past few chapters, so here it is:

DISCLAIMER: EVERYTHING BELONGS TO J.K ROWLING!

I'm not J.K. Rowling. I wish I was, so much. But unfortunately I will never dream up something as big as the "Harry Potter Series." So, instead of the glorious life of her, I will continue to write stories on Fan Fiction, and pretend I am amazing.

Scorpius' POV:

{If I go crazy then will you still

Call me Superman?

If I'm alive and well, will you be

There holding my hand?}

What's up mate?" I asked Al. His forehead was sweaty and his hands were shaking. He ran his hands through his hair and looked up at me. Boy something horrible must've happened, "Did someone die? Did you kill someone?"

"You think I would kill someone?" he shouted, a little offended by my question.

"Of course not! You just look guilty as hell and I want to know why," I glanced over his appearance once again. He squirmed uncomfortably and ran his hands through his knotted hair. "You know Rose is sorry for what she said, if that's what this is about?" I asked.

He shook his head, "Kind of, but not exactly."

"That doesn't make sense Al…"

"Yes it does," he muttered

"Look, just tell me what's wrong, you're really freaking me o-"

"Sandy's pregnant." He stared at me, the fear that was hidden before was now evident in his eyes.

"Fuck," I muttered as my eyes bulged out of my head. It was the only word I could speak. This was definitely the most dramatic first day back ever.

"Tell me about it," he breathed.

"What are you going to do?" I asked softly and I prepared for an outburst as his reply.

"I don't know!" he exploded, "I can't be a father! I'm only 17! I'm not old enough for this kind of responsibility!" he continued to scream.

"And Sandy is?" I shot back. He paused for a moment and I could see that he was thinking about Sandy, and how she felt.

"You're right. Fuck I'm a horrible boyfriend! Worrying about myself when Sandy is the one having the kid," he collapsed onto my bed face first and began beating the shit out of my mattress. I waited until his episode was over before I spoke again.

"Mate, you need to be there for her, she won't be able to do it alone," I half-whispered.

"I know. I shouldn't have screamed like a bitch. Sandy is my life. I wouldn't like to be with anyone else," he breathed. If Al and I were having a normal conversation, I would've called him a pansy or mocked him. But this was serious, so I kept a straight face and nodded for him to go on, "But a kid? A baby is like a whole other level! That's something that happens after you're married."

"Yeah but you just had to be a big horny bugger and get her pregnant at 17!" I half-joked, rolling onto the bed and kicking him out of the way.

"It's not a joke!" he said, but I saw the small smile on his face, "Just because you're still a virgin!"

That shut me up, I scowled at him. He chuckled and ruffled my hair. I shoved him away and he grinned evilly at me. I think I preferred him when he was having a mental breakdown.

"I'm glad, at least I don't need to worry about getting into your… uh… predicament," I smirked, it was his turn to scowl.

"Speaking of which, can we get back onto that topic?" he grumbled. I nodded still smirking. "I need you to be there for me- us, please mate, I need you there to help us through it, it's not something we can do alone."

"You've done it alone already," I grinned, "But yes, of course I'll be there for you! Uncle Scorp is at your service."

Suddenly, I was attacked by and emotional 17 year old guy. He hugged me tightly and muttered "I love you man!"

"Don't turn gay on me mate, that's the last thing we all need right now." Al jumped off of me and groaned in disgust.

"So, shall we go see Miss. Sandra Longbottom?" I spoke, rising from the bed to walk towards the door. I looked back at Al, his eyes were wide and his right eye was twitching, "Uh, Al?"

"Longbottom! LONGBOTTOM! SHIT LONGBOTTOM!" Al screamed loudly. I watched as he began having another fit on my bed. Poor mattress…

"Uh, yeah… It's a funny last name… Nothing to lose yourself over though mate," I grabbed his foot and pulled him off my bed.

"You don't get it!" he started, "Three words; Headmaster. Neville. Longbottom."

"Oh shit," I burst out in tears of laughter, grabbing onto the edge of my bed for support. I suddenly felt a strong hand slap me across the back of the head and before I knew it, I was on the floor - still laughing.

"IT ISN'T BLOODY FUNNY! HE'LL MURDER ME - OR WORSE, HEX MY BALLS OFF!" he shrieked loudly, I looked up just in time to see him smash his head against the wall.

"You would rather die than have your balls hexed off?" I laughed, trying to get on my feet again.

"Uh, yes! Picture it! Spending the rest of your life without that vital piece of your body! No thanks!" He shouted and I had to agree with him - the thought wasn't pleasant.

I heard two soft knocks at the door and knew it was the girls. Any other time, they both would've burst right in without a warning, but this time it was serious.

"Come in," I called, quickly getting off the floor and composing myself. Al did the same. Rose carefully walked in with a pale Sandy in tow. I glanced at Al - his expression was pained and he looked like all he wanted to do was apologise and hug her, but he remained still. I went to speak the first words but Sandy took a step towards Al and grabbed his hands, so I stayed silent.

"Al, look at me, please," she begged shaking him slightly. His kept his head lowered and didn't look up even for a second. I wanted to go over there and slap him for being a coward but I knew he needed to do this himself.

"Al I'm so sorry that I've gotten us into this mess. I'm sorry this had to happen, but I can't erase what's been done. You don't have to take any responsibility, I promise not to get angry or upset if you don't. I'm so, so sorry Al." she whispered as the tears fell from her eyes.

She let go of his hands and reached up to give him a quick peck on the cheek - he still didn't respond. More tears fell from her eyes as she turned, ready to leave. Before she could even take a single step away from him, one of Al's strong arms stopped her from leaving and pulled her into a hug.

"Sandra Luna Longbottom, it wasn't just you that did this - I did too, I'm not going to leave you, ever. You two are my world now, I couldn't just walk away from you. I love you Sand, I swear I do," he held her tightly and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

I turned to look at Rose, tears were forming in her eyes as she smiled widely at the pair. Al and Sandy both began a hugging-kissing frenzy, so I grabbed Rose's hand and lead her out of my room - those two needed to talk, alone.

We walked over to Rose's room and I had the chance to take it in even more than before. It was a nice room - for a girl, that is. Her bed was a mess - much like mine. Sandy must've thrown a few punches at it like Al. Rose took in a deep breath and shook her head.

"Now, isn't this the most interesting day you've ever had?" she joked. I laughed and shrugged.

"It's close between the first day of sixth year," I smirked as she began blushing violently. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at me.

"Hey, you promised not to bring that up ever! It's not my fault you look just like your Dad from behind…" she cringed at the thought.

It was a fresh morning at platform 9 ¾, and I was standing next to my parents, eager to see my best friend Rose Weasley.

I'll admit it, I was actually pretty excited to start my sixth year, but was embarrassed about the way that my Dad had worn his hair. It was the shaggy, 'I-just-woke-up' bed hair, similar to mine and no matter how hard I had told him to comb it back, he refused saying he felt 'cool and hip'. Ew. Mum had found it quite funny, so I had nobody on my side. Anyway, so there I stood on the platform next to my older clone, waiting patiently for someone to save me.

I spotted a head of dark red hair, sneaking behind my father. I raised my hand to wave, but before she could notice, Rose had grabbed my Dad - much to his surprise - and had suddenly squeezed his butt and clapped her spare hand across his mouth.

I stood there in horror as my Dad tried to escape my best friends touch.

To make matters worse, Rose whispered into his ear 'What made you think I couldn't play dirty Scorp? Oh I can play dirty. I'm Rose-Frickin-Weasley.'

I knew it was my fault. I had owled Rose all over the holidays, but the last few ones had been about Rose and her 'niceness'.

"Dear Rose,

You are way too nice for your own good! I don't think you could try anything if you could!

It's not a bad thing believe me, it's just… You need to let loose sometimes! Get drunk, play dirty, break the rules!

Please promise me you'll try this year okay? I like your wild side! (In a friend way).

Love Scorp. Xx

P.S: I know you won't be able to do any of the above, it's just not you - good luck trying though! :D"

"Dear Scorp,

I'm not nice! I'm just polite and know when to be a good person (unlike you!).

You my friend, have made yourself a bet! I can play dirty! And get drunk as well! I planned to this year anyway, when our house wins the Quidditch Final! Wihch we will win with ease!

Just you watch Scorp, I'll be as bad as I can be!

Muhahaha, so how much are we betting here? 20 Galleons?

See you in two days ;)

Love Rose x ;)"

She finally let go of my dad's bottom. I decided to clear my throat as she took a step back from him. Her eyes fell on me and then towards my dad who had turned around to face her, the shock that had been on his face had been replaced with a humorous smirk. Rose jumped back, blushing.

'Well, nice to see you again Rose, but I don't think that's usually how you greet your friend's parents." Dad said, obviously very irked by my friend's gesture, although I'm sure I saw him begin inwardly chuckling shortly afterwards.

"Oh. I'm so so sorry Mr. Malfoy, I swear I didn't mean to do that! Well.. I did.. but not to you…. I mean… It…It's Scorp's fault! I swear!" she fumbled with her words. Rose never fumbled with her words unless she was extremely embarrassed or upset.

"Scorp's fault aye? Hmm, so I can just blame him for that whole episode can I?" Dad smirked at me as I squinted at Rose evilly.

"Yes Mr Malfoy, you sure can… I'll just be leaving, bye! See you on the train Scorp!" Rose flashed her big, white teeth and ran away, faster then I'd ever seen her run before. Dad turned to me and raised an eyebrow, expecting me to answer the obvious question.

"Look Dad, don't ask, please?"

I shook my head before bursting out in laughter at the image playing back in my mind. My best friend, grabbing my Dad's butt, believing it was me? HA! When I finally looked up, I was faced with a very flushed and angry Rose.

"Never. Speak. Of. That. Again. Got it?" she threatened, her voice low and intimidating. If I didn't know Rose like I did, I'd have been too scared to even speak again, but I was different. There was a look in her eyes, one I've seen many times before. The look she gets when she doesn't want to get mad, but feels obliged to, to keep her reputation. What reputation? The I-take-nobody's-shit-without-a-fight rep that everyone knows her for, and believe me, she sticks to that.

Anyway, it's not just when her reputation is in jeopardy, it's the same look she gives you when you've done something really nice, - like compliment her hair - but she feels like she must pretend not to agree. It was the exact same look she gave me when I finished the speech to the first years just hours before.

And I still don't know what that look means.

I smiled innocently, "I promise Posie." My words cost me another bashing from a pillow but it was so worth it. Making fun of my best friend was a daily necessity - just like breathing. Rose glared at me, I glared back - a little staring competition was easy enough. Rose then gave up by rolling her eyes.

"I'm going to kill my Dad," she sighed.

"Well that's not very nice. Besides, I like the nickname "Posie." It kind of reminds me of a shaggy dog's name, "Rosie Posie, come here Posie!" Aw, how cute?" I teased, placing a hand over my chest and breathing dramatically.

"Get out of my room you dick!" Rose laughed, shoving off her bed, " I'd like to get some sleep you know? You should too, by the looks of you, a good beauty sleep is defiantly needed."

"I don't think so, that would cause all the ladies in the school to drool at my feet. On second thought, that's not so bad," I wiggled my eyebrows and began loosening my tie.

"You pig," she laughed as she curled up under the covers of her bed, "Okay, go get your sleep, I'm sure you'll be happy tomorrow when even Professor McGonagall is dripping saliva across your shiny shoes."

I felt violently ill. All my mind could see were images of McGonagall, my shoes and drippy saliva all mixed into one. I ran out of her room to my shower immediately. I passed Al and Sandy, who were having a serious conversation about how messed up their lives were now and I tore off my clothes before I had even locked myself into the bathroom.

I flicked my shoes off and threw them into the bath as I turned the water on for the shower. I heard water running from the bath. MY SHOES! I watched as my best shoes became soaked and ruined by the warm water. I cursed loudly and kicked the bath - that wasn't such a good idea - and then cried out loudly in pain I grabbed my toe and hopped on one leg while I rubbed it. Poor toe. I examined it closely. The toes nail had bent back to the point where it was going to fall off!

"AH! My toe! My toenail's coming off! The pain! Merlin kill me!" I wailed, still hopping like crazy.

Suddenly, I lost my balance and fell backwards, right into the bath, with my shoes. I couldn't take today anymore, there have been to many emotions. I began splashing my hands against the water like a little kid who didn't want to get out of the pool. Instead of getting out of the bath, I decided to just sit in it. I given up.

There was a sharp knock on the door and I immediately replied with "What?"

Rose pushed the door open and her eyes followed he room, from my clothes across the floor, to the running shower, to my toe, to my shoes, to me. Her eyes grew wide and she began walking out of the room.

"Ew! Scorp! You could've told me you were naked!" she screamed, covering her eyes.

"I'm not naked! I'm still wearing my pants!"

She uncovered her eyes and looked at me.

"Where are Al and Sandy?" I asked warily. The last thing I wanted was for Al to come in with a camera.

"They went to the Gryffindor common room. They're telling Longbottom tomorrow. I gave them our support," she shook her head, "Trust that to happen to them." I nodded my head in agreement and then remembered my foot.

"Oh Rose! Can you look at my toe please? Will I survive?"

Her eyebrows knitted together before she carefully glanced at my toe and winced. I knew it wasn't just me! It did hurt! She walked over and grabbed my toe.

"Looks like that nail has to come off," she smirked. I glared at her.

"You're joking. Ha-ha you're a funny one Rose," I wriggled under her glare. Shit, she was serious.

"I won't hurt that much, just hold still. You trust me right?"

"I trust you Rose, just not now! Can't you just use magic?" I closed my eyes, hoping it would stop the pain. What you don't see doesn't hurt you right?

"No can do Scorp, tihs baby has to come off the muggle way. One, two, th-" she spoke calmly. I heard the door open dramatically and my eyes flew open.

"What is going on in here?" I heard a man call. Not a student, a man. My eyes flew towards the door and I jumped at the sight of Professor Longbottom. Jumping was a bad idea. Rose still had hold of my nail - the things she does for me - and I felt it rip off my skin.

Okay, yes… What was said next wasn't exactly appropriate to be heard by the headmaster, but it just slipped out. I really do hope he understood.

"Sonofamotherfuckingbitch!"

"Rose, Scorpius, my office NOW."

Rose's POV:

{The tricky thing

Is yesterday we were just children

Playing soldiers, Just pretending

Dreaming dreams with happy endings

In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords

But now we've stepped into a cruel world

Where everybody stands and keeps score}

So here I stood in Neville's office next to a soaked Scorpius Malfoy as we waited for him to return.

"You are a total dickhead, you know that," I whispered lowly. I stood with my arms crossed as he blew his nose on his towel.

"It's not my fault! You should've let go of my nail!" he shot back.

"If you hadn't of taken my joke so seriously, your toe would be fine!"

"Well you shouldn't have made the joke!" he took a step towards me, in attempt to make me scared, I didn't give in.

"You shouldn't be such a git!" I pushed him as hard as I could until he stumbled back away from me.

"I'm blaming it on Al and Sandy! If they hadn't have been so stupid to go and get preg-" he yelled until he was cut of by the sound of a door opening. I him a warning glare. I was not going to let him make it any harder on our friends, they're going to go through enough shit.

Neville walked to his desk and sat down, he gestured for us to do the same. I sat down and waited for what he had to say.

"Okay, all I want to know is; what the bloody hell were you two doing?"

"Well,-" we said in unison.

"-As long as it wasn't anything wrong, like… um… sexual… right?" he asked uncomfortably.

"NO!" Scorp and I screamed together. I heard Neville sigh in relief.

"Good, because I don't approve of that kind of stuff at your age. Much too young."

I pretended not to hear that. I was bad enough that a teacher was talking to us about sex, let alone when his daughter is in a situation caused by sex.

"Oh I agree," Scorpius stated, a smirk was evident on his face. I could've killed him right then and there. I clenched my fists tightly.

"Uh-huh, oh, and I was going to your room to tell you that the ball planned this year is going to need a lot of funding. Apparently, other schools are asking to attend. Just like the Yule Ball. I don't know why I agreed in the first place," his face held a small smile, "Anyway, we will need you to help raise money for it. Raffles, donations, helpers, anything. Is that okay with you guys?" he asked expectantly.

"Of course Professor. But if I could ask, why did Hagrid ask to have the Ball?" I asked curiously.

Neville laughed loudly and sighed, "I think he knew others would want to attend the ball. At the Yule ball in my 4th year, Hagrid fell in love with the Beauxbatons Academy headmistress Madame Maxime. But afterwards, they didn't keep in touch. I think that was the main reason," he laughed.

I had no idea good old Hagrid had ever loved someone. I was kind of cute, in a creepy, giant way. I nodded in reply. We all sat in silence for a while before Professor Longbottom spoke again.

"Mm, well okay, just try to avoid situations like that again okay? You may go," he smiled awkwardly. We both fled from the room as quickly as possible. As soon as the door were closed I shoved Scorpius into the brick wall next to us. I may be small but I wasn't weak.

"You arsehole!" I screamed.

"What did I do?" he yelled back.

"You know exactly what's going on with Al and Sandy! And yet you make out your all saint like and anti-sex before marriage! You piss me off so much!" I whisper-shouted.

"Pfft, okay calm down. What was I supposed to say? 'Oh hey Neville! Look mate, I know your views on sex and all but guess what? You're daughters pregnant! Unless you can think of another way of that happening, then guess what? She's had sex!" he shouted. I covered his mouth and hushed him.

"You dickhead shut up! Someone could here!"

"Yes, they could."

My head whipped around faster than I thought was possible to see the witness. I gasped and nearly died on the spot.

"Neville!"

…. Don't kill me…..

Oh no! Neville knows! Or does he? Next chapter, I promise a lot of drama, action and love… Oooooh!

Okay, I'll admit, I'm getting kinda lost… I have the plot, just the little details here and there are hard. Any ideas? I'll give you full credit?

And I'm sorry Rose's POV was so short, I just needed more of Scorpius in this chapter… There's a lot more of Rose coming…

Does anyone want me to write a piece on what Al and Sandy were talking about while they were alone in Scorp's room? I can if you want, just letting you know :D

Please read and review! And I promise, if I get over 15 reviews for this chapter I will update within a week or two!

Thank you,

Alicia x