Past, Present & Future

The Morning

Scorpius Malfoy stirred, sunlight crept through curtains, his neck gave a crack and-

"OOF." The air was knocked out him so fast his brain didn't have time register who the foot belonged to or whose was the voice that uttered "Argghh! Fuckity shit shit fuck!'

"What the hell are you doing down there?"

Squeezing open his eyes Scorpius looked up to find Harry bearing down on him. He couldn't talk. He could barely breathe.

"So…why did you think the kitchen floor would be a good place to fall asleep." Harry took a seat at the kitchen table and started absentmindedly kneading the sole of his foot waiting for Scorpius while he sat up catching his breathe.

"I have no idea what time doing down here. Honestly." He felt cold, and it wasn't just because of the kitchen floor, the night before had felt so real. Was it? It was a dream, but dreams can be real. His forehead creased.

"Is that real emotion on a Malfoys face?" Harry chided "No it can't be, I must have sleep in my eyes, or my fall has affected my already questionable vision. The ever so cool and collected Scorpius is no more."

" Alright Harry calm down please. I've had a rough night."

"You've had rough night? Have you? I've had a wife climbing the walls all night unable to sleep so therefore I've had no sleep, because it would be highly selfish of me to sleep when she can't." Scorpius was desperate to get out of the kitchen now, Harry was like a father to him but when it came right down to it Harry was first and foremost his boss… and Roses uncle, he did not need to know about last night, and although he could silence Harrys rant and top it with his own he decided the best thing to do was to get back upstairs to find Albus. Scorpius knew what he needed to do and things couldn't go the way he wanted. The least he could do was make things right with Rose. She deserved so much more than that.

"Harry, its not a competition, but I win. Trust me. Now I need to go find Albus, see you later." With that Scorpius legged it back towards Al's room taking the stairs two at a time. He sped past Rose, yawning, hair scraped back coffee in hand, probably heading out for a sneaky morning cigarette before the family got up. She kept secrets too thought Scorpius reversing now the corridor back toward Rose.

"Rose, listen about last night-"

"What about it?" She was aggressive, he couldn't blame her.

"I'm sorry?" he tried

"Seriously? Now you want to talk, now its all on your terms? Well I don't want to talk today." She put a finger up to silence Scorpius, "I just want to be there for Al and Deen. Ok?"

"Erm, yeah… good plan, I'll see you later then." Rose didn't reply this instead she carried on down stairs, that altercation had shocked her, in all the years she had known Scorpius he had never failed to comeback at her with a cutting remark. Maybe he had finally realized what he'd done, how much he had hurt Rose, to say broken her heart was a bit melodramatic for her but deep down that's how she felt, broken. She got to kitchen, bypassing the study where Harry was fast asleep in his chair, to see Michael's owl sitting patiently on the window sil. A note, she stuffed her feet into a pair of wellies and headed on the back door, gave the owl a treat and detached the note. She lit her cigarette and opened it.

He was going to be late, last minute meeting that he couldn't delay…same old story as Scorpius but with a lot more apologies.