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Broken Glasses: Chapter 6
Scorpius...
"How are you feeling, dear?" Ginny Weasley asked as she walked into her son's room with a tray of food. It was piled high with waffles and fresh fruit.
"I'm feeling perfect, Mrs. Potter," Scorpius said with a smile as he propped himself up on the mass of pillows Albus had given him. It seemed like a new pillow was added every day.
"Just call me Ginny," Ginny said with a smile as she walked over to the bed and carefully set the tray across Scorpius's lap. "Where's Albus?"
"Shower," Scorpius answered with a slight blush as he tucked his hair behind his ears. He hadn't had time to pull it back that morning. Victoire's Dreamless Sleeping Drought had been stronger than usual the night before.
After only a week Ginny could honestly say that she absolutely adored Scorpius. He was so polite and innocent. When her husband and sons had left St. Mungo's the other day, she had feared the worst. What if Lucius had gotten one of her precious babies? What would her sister-in-law do if Ron had gotten hurt or worse? She had been prepared to seek vengeance on the former Death Eater if her family had been hurt, but she had not been prepared for state Scorpius was in when she got home. She hadn't seen one person that hurt since the War. She was so glad that Victoire was able to heal the poor blonde in time, and it had been a miracle in itself that Ginny had been able to calm Albus down. She had never seen her youngest son so worried.
And Ginny, as perceptive as she was, did not fail to notice the blonde's blush at the mention of her youngest son. Call it a mother's intuition, but Ginny was rather certain that the blonde quietly enjoying her homemade waffles had a crush on Albus. "I suppose he just got in from his work-out?"
Scorpius swallowed his bite of strawberry and waffle before nodding his head yes. "He was only out for about twenty minutes."
"Well he hardly leaves your side for a moment," Ginny said with a gentle smile as she picked up the napkin on the tray to wipe a bit of syrup from the blonde's chin. "I'm surprised he's been out to excercise at all." She giggled when Scorpius's face turned red at both her words and actions. More motherly intuition told her that Albus returned the blonde's feelings. Perhaps she should try and help the two boys out...
"I t-told him he could have his b-bed back," Scorpius said avoiding eye contact.
"He's used to sharing his room with a cousin or two during the Holidays," Ginny smiled. She stood from the bed and walked over to the cot Albus had brought in to sleep on. She straightened up the pillow and folded the quilt down so it didn't look so disorderly. "Just tell him that there are plenty of waffles downstairs if he's hungry when he gets out of the shower."
"Yes, m'amn," Scorpius said with a smile. Ginny waved back over to him before closing the door behind her. Maybe Victoire would help her meddle. Albus would probably hold back because he was worried about what the family would do, and Ginny was prepared to let her family have it if they got in the way. Who ever makes her son happy is who he deserves and who he will have if Ginny could help it.
Albus...
Albus sighed in relief as the hot water from his shower washed over him. His workout had been rather short that morning. His workouts were growing shorter and shorter. Before, he would always have Scorpius on his mind, and while he still had Scorpius on his mind, the blonde was actually there. Albus found that the blonde was more distracting in person than he was before. He wanted to spend as much time as he could with Scorpius, and he had been told that the family would be dropping by later. They were celebrating the birth of another cousin. He needed to tell Scorpius to be prepared for anything, especially if Rose was coming over.
Albus frowned at the thought of his female cousin. Honestly, Rose Weasley was the only cousin- out of several- that Albus could not stand. Ever since they were little Rose would pick fights with him, she would always compete with him, and she always seemed to be mad at him for seemingly no reason at all. And when they finally made it to Hogwarts, Rose transferred most of her bad attitude to Scorpius.
Albus needed to keep Rose away from Scorpius. Now that they were all home for the summer, Rose would not be bound by the rules of Hogwarts. She could be quite nasty when she was upset.
No longer wanting to dwell on thoughts of his cousin, Albus turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed his towel and rubbed it on his head before sliding it over the rest of his body. He could smell the inviting scent of fresh waffles wafting in from his room. His mom must have brought Scorpius some breakfast, and now, he was starving.
However, when Albus reached out to grab his clothes from the counter, his hand met the marble counter top. He had forgotten to grab clean clothes! "Crap," Albus muttered as he wrapped the towel around his waist. There was nothing for it. He would just have to got get some clothes from his room, with Scorpius watching, and while he was naked. "Don't fall off, you," he ordered as he tightened the towel around his waist.
Scorpius...
Scorpius sat in silence as he enjoyed the breakfast Mrs. Potter had brought him. Every morning that he had been awake, he had been brought a home-cooked breakfast. More often than not, he was never able to finish the huge plates of food by himself. His face began to heat up as he thought of his favorite part of breakfast. Albus would get out of his shower and come over just in time to finish what Scrorpius could not. Scorpius, now that he had admitted his feelings to himself, he was unashamed to enjoy every bit of the time he spent with Albus. When Albus joined him on the bed to eat, there was plenty enough room for Scorpius to scoot over, but he never did. The fresh scent of Albus's body wash and the warmth left over on his skin from the hot water of his shower always made Scorpius feel warm. Being close to Albus was all the medicine he needed. Even if he didn't practice dark arts like his grandfather, he was in Slytherin for a reason. Albus didn't need to know there was extra room on the bed.
Scorpius smiled as he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, but promptly dropped his knife and fork once Albus stepped out. "Good morning," Scorpius muttered as his eyes followed a drop of water that fell from Albus's towel-tusseled hair and ran down the entire expanse of his bare chest until it hit the top of the towel around his waist.
"Good morning," Albus chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head. Scorpius watched his muscles strecth at the action. "I forgot to grab clean clothes. Sorry about all this," Albus added with a wave down to his towel-clad body. He walked over to grab some clothes.
"N-no problem," Scorpius said clearing his throat, finally able to tear his eyes away from Albus. He felt even more flustered at that moment than he did in the Prefect's bathroom, and Albus had ended up completely naked that time. Perhaps it was because he was currently in Albus's bedroom and bed. And at that thought, Scorpius's head was filled by thoughts he had never had before. His entire face lit up with a blush as he tried to get the very provocative images out of his head. Why was he thinking about those types of things?
"Scorpius, did you hear what I said?" Albus asked with a slight frown as he walked over to the bed with his clothes bundled under his right arm. He gently placed his left hand on Scorpius's forhead to feel for a fever. His face was flushed. "Do you feel okay?"
"I feel fine," Scorpius smiled. "What did you say?" he asked looking up at Albus.
"I said that the family is coming over," Albus smiled as he rubbed the blonde's silky hair. "I like your hair down."
"Thanks," Scorpius smiled before what Albus told him finally sunk it. "Would it be alright to assume that Rose will be coming too?"
"It's rather adorable when you pout like that," Albus teased as he turned to go back to the bathroom. "And yes, Rose will probably be coming over as well."
"Joy," Scorpius muttered sarcastically. He heard Albus chuckle as he walked into the bathroom. "Save me some waffles!" Albus called before shutting the door.
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"How was he?" Harry asked as his wife walked back into the kitchen. He grabbed the bowl of blueberries and poured a few more onto his plate.
"Fine," Ginny said with a smile as she bent down to give her husband a light kiss. "Do you think he's up to having guests? The family might be a bit much for him."
Harry chuckled before pulling Ginny down onto his lap. "I'm sure everything will be fine. Albus won't let anything bad happen."
"You picked up on it too?" Ginny giggled as she took her husband's knife and fork before feeding him a bite of waffle and blueberry.
"Of course I did. You should have seen him the day we brought him back from Malfoy Manor," Harry smiled around the bite of food. He swallowed the bite as Lilly walked into the kitchen still clad in her Harpies pajamas.
"Are you two talking about the fact that Albus is madly in love with our new house guest?" Lilly asked with a yawn as she fixed herself a plate of waffles and pulled the bowl of peach slices over so only she could reach them. "What?" she asked when she looked up from her plate and noticed her parents both giving her a weird look. "I'm the nosy, yet highly intelligent, little sister. It's my job to know these things." She poured a large amount of syrup onto her plate of waffles and poured it over the bowl of peaches.
"Alright then," Harry chuckled. "Our son is love with the son of Draco Malfoy, our old school rival. I don't exactly see that going over very well with the Malfoys."
"Do they know what happened yet?" Ginny asked with a slight frown.
"They know that Lucius got his hands on a wand, violating the terms of his release form Azkaban after the war. They were under the assumption that Scorpius had been staying with a friend from school. Iggy said they don't even know about the abuse," Harry said with a frown. "Scorpius didn't want to worry them."
"I could just kill that old bastard," Ginny muttered darkly.
"Mum!" Lilly laughed. "You just cursed."
"It's only okay when Lucius Malfoy is involved," Ginny said sternly. Harry and Lilly rolled their eyes. "Eat your breakfast!" Ginny huffed as she jumped up and walked over to the sink to wash some dishes. "Harry, get home as soon as you can since George and Angelina are coming over with the baby. And I'd like you to talk to Scorpius about everything that's happened."
"What if he doesn't want to talk about it?" Harry asked finishing his breakfast. Scorpius had been pretty adamant about keeping to himself. And then Iggy had been even more adamant than his master about not telling Draco and his wife. Harry drank one last sip of his pumpkin juice and walked his dirty dishes to his wife.
"Harry, wouldn't you want to know if Albus or Lilly or James or Teddy had been physically and mentally abused for years under your roof and you had been completely unaware?" Ginny looked up at her husband. "How would you feel if one of our children were in Scorpius's place?"
Harry looked into his wife's eyes, noting the intense look of concern and worry in them. "I would want to beat the bloody hell out of the one who even tried to hurt my son," he answered seriously. "I'll talk to him tomorrow since I'm off work and see if I can get him to tell his parents."
"Thanks, dear," Ginny smiled. "Have a good day at work." She leaned over to kiss her husband goodbye.
"I'll be home soon," Harry smiled. He walked over to the table and kissed the top of Lilly's head. "Keep an eye on your brothers."
"Aye, captain," Lilly smiled around her bite of peaches.
A few hours later...
"I haven't seen Rose all evening," Scorpius laughed as he drank another cup of pumpkin juice.
"I'm glad to see you so excited," Albus chuckled as he offered his own cup. Scorpius had been drinking a lot since he woke up. Victoire had told him to stay hydrated; it would help his body heal and accept all the medicines she made him take.
"Albus!" called an overly boisterous male voice. It was his cousin Louis, Victoire's youngest brother- well only brother. "Seven o'clock!"
Albus grabbed Scorpius's hand and hastily pulled him out of the library where they had been enjoying a few peaceful moments. The Potter House was always so loud when the family got together. "Rose is heading this way," Albus explained even though Scorpius had already grown accustomed to the odd code passing from cousin to cousin. Apparently, it was an old game that the Potter-Weasley children had developed. One cousin- who was selected by way of majority rule- would be 'it.' Every other cousin had to avoid the chosen cousin or admit defeat and be tagged 'out', thus losing the game. The last cousin standing would be awarded immunity of being 'it' for the next game. Rose had been chosen as 'it' this time around, and Scorpius was pretty certain that the girl did not enjoy this little fact. Was she even aware that they were playing?
Of course, it made Scorpius very happy when Albus told him that he had been the one to win immuntity at the end of every game. "What does seven o'clock mean?" he asked curiously as Albus pulled him to the stairwell. It looked like they would be moving downstairs.
"Well, it actually means something different depending on what floor of the Manor we're on," Albus said with a smile. "Just then it meant that Rose was coming straight for the library from the bathroom on the left side of the hall. Had we been outside, it would have meant that Rose would be coming from the Quidditch pitch."
"You have your own pitch?" Scorpius asked in awe.
"Of course we do," Albus chuckled. The excitement in Scorpius's silver eyes was enough to make his heart start racing with its own excitement. "Would you like to go see it?"
Scorpius nodded enthusiastically. He hadn't ridden a broom in ages! "Can we play?" he asked smally, not wanting to get his hopes up.
"Victoire may not be too happy with that idea," Albus said as he pulled Scorpius towards the kitchen and to a closet by the back door. He did not fail to notice the crestfallen look that appeared on the blonde's face. "But I won't tell her if you won't." Scorpius's face lit up once more as Albus pulled open the closet door, revealing several different broom models and Quidditch gear. He reached inside to grab his father's old Firebolt- his father had had it repaired after the war, and Albus was very fond of old brooms. (On more than one occasion, he had found himself compelled to bring out his favored Nimbus 2000.) "Pick one."
"Are you sure?" Scorpius asked even as his eyes studied every broom. He had always loved flying, but was never really allowed to fly at home. His grandfather would either destroy his brooms or his parents would too worried about his safety. He had nearly been shot out of the sky several times when he accidentally flew out of the safety of the Manor wards. His eyes landed on a broom and he knew that it was the one for him. He carefully grabbed it.
"Ten after six!" Lilly called aloud from the den.
"Let's go," Albus whispered into Scorpius's ear. He pulled the blonde's hand- which he had yet to let go of- and opened the door to get outside. The sun was still setting so there was plenty of light left to play a Seeker's game or two. He turned to Scorpius, finally noticing the broom that he had picked out. "Nimbus 2000?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Don't laugh," Scorpius blushed. "This is one of my favorite brooms. It's a timeless classic. You can't beat the classics."
"You took the words right out of my mouth," Albus smiled. "Check the inscription on the handle," he said finally releasing the blonde's hand.
Scorpius pulled the tip of the broom's handle closer to his face so he could read the fine script in the dimming light of the sunset. "This broom belongs to: Albus Severus Potter." He blushed at the sound of Albus's full name on his lips, and the fact that he would be riding Albus's broom.
"It was a gift for my fourteenth birthday," Albus smiled. "It is my most prized possession."
"A broom?" Scorpius asked looking down at the ground. He didn't mean to sound dejected; he only wished that Albus would think of him that way.
"I don't consider you a possession, Scorpius," Albus said with that lop-sided grin as he gently grabbed Scorpius's chin and tilted it up so their eyes could meet. His other hand reached up to tuck a strand of stray hair back behind Scorpius's ear, and the blonde could swear he saw the briefest flicker of golden light out of the corner of his eye. "Let's go!" he called as he mounted his broom and kicked off the ground before Scorpius could blink. "The pitch is this way! I'll race you!"
"That's not fair!" Scorpius called with a laugh as he finally registered that Albus was already in the sky. "You've got a head start!" He jumped onto his broom and kicked off.
"I'm in Slytherin, Scorpius! You can't expect me to play fair!" Albus called over his shoulder just in time to have a small cloud of grey smoke hit him in the face. His broom froze in mid-air and Scorpius shot ahead of him. "Scorpius!" Albus called as he tried to force his broom forward.
"Slytherin, Albus! Slytherin," Scorpius called with a laugh. Albus shook his head and laughed with him. After all, how could he stay mad at the blonde? He seemed to be enjoying himself, and the spell would wear off in a few more seconds. He would get Scorpius back then...
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"Ten after six!" Lilly called from the den as she saw her cousin at the top of the stairs. She had seen her brother and Scorpius disappear into the kitchen, figuring that Albus had decided to show the blonde the broom closet and pitch. Hopefully her warning carried through to the two boys.
"Lilly, weren't you tagged?" Ginny asked her only daughter as she carefully held her newest neice to her shoulder and began rubbing gently circles into her back. Ginny had picked up on the odd game her children and their cousins had created. She knew just about every rule after years and years of watching it be played.
"A long time ago," Lilly said with a shrug as she plopped back down into her favorite chair. The rest of the family was still in the dining room for the most part. Angelina had been really tired so Ginny and Lilly had volunteered to take baby Carmen for a while.
"Aren't you supposed to help Rose, then?" Ginny questioned. It was to her understanding that those who were tagged 'out' were not supposed to help those still playing the game.
"Perhaps," Lilly managed to get out before bursting into laughter as her Uncle George walked into the room with purple skin. "Uncle George, that umm... bright shade of purple isn't your color."
"Oh, hush, you," George pouted as he plopped down onto the couch next to his sister. "I never thought I'd see the day when my own son becomes a better trickster than me," he sighed.
"Well, George, it is perfectly natural to feel upset now that-" Ginny started before George laughed.
"Upset?" George exclaimed. "I couldn't be happier! Fred has made me so proud," he said wiping a single tear from his eye. "I told Fred that I couldn't retire from the shoppes until he was finally able to pull one over on me. And now he's done it!"
"And your skin is purple," Lilly pointed out with a nod of approval. "I'd say he got you pretty good."
"Now I just have to figure out how he did it!" George exclaimed with a calculating look in his eyes. When Carmen let out a small hiccup George looked over at his daughter and smiled. "Carmen will help Daddy figure it out, won't you?" he cooed as Ginny allowed her brother to take his daughter. Surprisingly, the baby did not start to cry at the state of her father's skin.
"I guess your children are born used to the unusual," Ginny said with a chuckle.
"But of course," George smiled as he leaned down to gently kiss his daughter's forhead. She was definitely going to take after her mother. A full head of dark hair was already beginning to come in.
The cute moment was ruined few seconds later when Rose walked into the den. "Lilly, have you seen Albus?"
"I can't say that I have," Lilly said with a shrug. "He's never lost, Rose, so I don't know why you keep looking."
"I just want to chat with him," Rose frowned. "It's not like I asked to be 'it'."
"No one asks to be it," Lilly pointed out matter-of-factly.
Rose sent a quick glare at her cousin before stalking off with a huff.
"Albus and the Malfoy boy went outside," George said after Rose was gone.
"I know," Lilly smiled. "But Rose doesn't need to know that." Ginny rolled her eyes at her daughter. Lilly could be quite devious when she wanted to be, and Ginny was quite certain that her youngest child had something planned in order to meddle in Albus and Scorpius's relationship...
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"Looks like I've won again," Scorpius chuckled as he waved the snitch in his hand. He was slightly out of breath, but other than that, he felt incredible. Being able to fly was just what he needed- well almost. What he really wanted was for Albus to come closer, much closer. It was a bit chilly up in the darkening sky. He wanted to feel the warmth of Albus's body close to his own, but he could never say that.
"You are an amazing Seeker," Albus praised as he watched the rapid rise and fall of Scorpius's chest. The blonde was a bit winded, his lips slightly parted to help take in more air. His blonde hair was falling loose of its braid and his pale cheeks were tinted pink from the wind. Scorpius looked totally flushed, like that time in the bathroom. Albus wanted nothing more than to pull the blonde into his arms and never let go, but he could never say that. Scorpius was there so his own selfish urges were not important. He didn't want to scare the blonde away with such feelings of need and want.
"Thank you," Scorpius said with a blush. "I'm fairly certain that after ten losses in a row it is safe to say that your seeking skills are severly lacking," he teased.
"Severely lacking?" Albus repeated with a raised eyebrow. "Lacking, you say?"
"Lacking," Scorpius nodded with a smile.
"Well, let's just see if the eleventh time's the charm," Albus said as he shot forward and grabbed the snitch from the blonde's hand. He threw it high into the air and turned back to Scorpius. "Winner gets the bed!" he exclaimed as he darted off.
Scorpius shot off after him. "Enjoy the cot again!" he called as his silver eyes immediately locked onto the snitch. However, Albus's eyes locked onto the snitch at the exact same moment. Their eyes turned to each other for a split second as the both flew full-speed to get to the snitch. They each stretched a hand forward and...
Albus...
He beat me again, Albus thought with a chuckle as he stepped out of the shower and picked up his towel. He had allowed Scorpius to take one first in the hopes that a hot shower would make the blonde tired enough to not make fun of him. In all honesty, Albus had no idea how he had lost eleven times in a row. Eleven! The last game had nearly been a tie too. Both of their hands had been about to touch the snitch until Scorpius sprang forward at the last possible moment. However, Albus guessed that it was okay to lose to Scorpius, especially since every victory had led to a huge smile that only he got the chance to see. He loved to see Scorpius smile. Perhaps he would lose to the blonde more often...
What other games could they play? Albus asked himself as he shook out his head. He hated having water in his ear. He ran his towel through his hair and then down the rest of his body, as was his usual out-of-the-shower routine, and grabbed his boxers from the pile of clean clothes he had placed on the counter. He whistled an old Muggle tune as he dressed because he had been rather glad that the night had gone as well as it did. The adults of his family had been made aware of Scorpius's situation- Weasely women could not keep a secret if their life depended on it!- and no one had given Scorpius a hard time. They were all very welcoming, with the exception of Rose- who Albus and Scorpius managed to avoid all evening. Even Scorpius had seemed to enjoy the quality time, going as far as to hold baby Carmen before dinner. The blonde had a surprisingly well-suited air about him when he held the baby- he had a natural way with children. Albus's younger cousins all loved him.
And so did Albus. For the past few hours, he had been able to catch of glimpse of what life would be like with Scorpius as part of their family, part of his family. He could see it now: his Mum and Dad would be throwing a party to welcome their first grandchild, Scorpius holding a small, beautiful bundle in his arms because, surely, they could adopt; Scorpius's parents would be taken on a tour of the manor before sitting down to a large feast prepared by both of their mothers; Albus himself would never leave Scorpius's side for even a moment, wearing the proudest smile he could as he held the blonde and their child clo-
Just as suddenly as the onslaught of happy fantasies appeared, they were shot down by the simple fact that Albus had nearly forgotten: he only had eight months left. There would never be a party to celebrate his son or daughter, and he would not be able to stay by Scorpius's side...
With a heavy heart but a light smile on his face, Albus made his way back into his room. He didn't want Scorpius to see that he was upset if the blonde wasn't already asleep. It had been a busy day. "Goodnight, Scorpius," he whispered softly as he folded down the blanket on his cot. However, at the sound of Scorpius moving on the bed, he turned around. "What are you doing?" he asked with a chuckle.
Scorpius, who had his back to Albus, had scooted over on the bed and left enough room for Albus to climb in if he wanted to. "We tied," was all the answer he gave as he waited for Albus to accept or decline his offered compromise.
A few seconds later Scorpius felt the bed dip down as Albus climbed in behind him. The warmth of the other's body immediately made his cheeks heat up as their bodies were pressed together beneath the blanket. "Goodnight, Scorpius," Albus whispered into his ear. Scorpius felt his body lightly shudder at the voice pressed so close to his ear, and it took him a moment to reply.
"Goodnight, Albus."