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Letters to My Brown Eyed Beauty

Chapter Six

Albus picked up his book bag, slinging it over his shoulder. He looked over at his best friend, Scorpius, with a small smile. He loved that Amelia could help Scorpius get out of his comfort zone and make him much cheerier in the morning. However, Scorpius was slowly distancing himself from Albus, and the latter couldn't understand why. It was killing him not to know what was eating at his best friend. Scorpius used to spend hours in the morning, perfecting the way he looked. He believed appearances were very important – he learned that from his father, Draco. He used to always say, 'Malfoys have a duty to keep up their appearances, despite the circumstances.'

That saying always earned himself a laugh from Albus. For he believed that Scorpius really didn't even need to try, he was effortlessly perfect. Albus was a little jealous that he couldn't just get up in the morning and look great. But today, of all days, Scorpius seemed to take on his best mate's advice and stop trying.

It wasn't just with his appearance, it had become everything. He was bored of his studies and hardly touched his food at meal times. He only cared about talking to Amelia and when she wasn't around, he was silent and kept to himself. This worried Albus immensely, so he concluded he would speak to him that night, to talk about what was really going on.

Scorpius was sitting in the Common Room on the couches, chatting to Amelia, about small chit-chat. Amelia would occasionally look up and smile back but then look down and continue scribbling on a piece of parchment. It didn't seem too important to Albus, so he didn't feel bad for interrupting them.

Albus walks until he's in the middle of the Common Room, stops and realises that Amelia could make him smile a real smile instead of the fake ones he'd been flashing Albus the past few weeks. This makes Albus smile some more, as well, because he liked to know that at least someone could make his mate smile. If she wasn't that great, Scorpius wouldn't be spending all of his free time with her.

'I quite like her,' he thought to himself, absentmindedly.

In that exact moment, Scorpius looks over and beckons Albus to come, "Al!" He begins grinning, waving Albus over to come join them.

"Albus?"

Scorpius is lying on his bed, stomach down, attempting to write an essay for Charms. He furrows his brows in frustration, as if he doesn't know what he's doing. Charms is Scorpius' favourite subject. Albus looks up from the book he's reading which he does every night before he goes to sleep. He mumbles a reply to his friend before looking back down. Scorpius puts down his quill, looking back at the other boy, awaiting his attention. Albus looks over and their eyes connect. Scorpius' grey-blue eyes are distant and slightly cold. As Albus' goes to answer him once more, Scorpius' eyes dart to the ground as if unable to maintain eye contact.

"What are you reading," Scorpius asks, interrupting Albus from answering him.

"Some muggle book, why?"

"Is it any good?"

"Scor," Albus begins to say in a stern voice, making Scorpius look back at him, "What do you really want?"

"I need your help," the other boy mumbles, defeated. This earns a laugh from Albus. "Aren't you the top of the class in Charms?" Scorpius nods, "But I haven't been paying attention these past few weeks, remember?"

"I do. Tsk, tsk, that's your problem," Albus says, teasing him, then sighs and gets up from his bed and joins Scorpius on his. "But you're lucky I'm such a great best friend," he grins, "I'll help for some of that chocolate you got hiding in your trunk."

Scorpius sighs and begrudgingly agrees to the terms. Albus snatched the parchment out of his hand and looks down at it, raising an eyebrow. "What is this load of hippogriff dung?" Scorpius sighs once more, "I don't know. Help me!"

Albus shrugs and replies with, "Chocolate helps me think," he says, smirking. Scorpius sticks his tongue out at his best friend before going to get his secret stash of muggle chocolate. Albus sticks his tongue out back, thinking, 'Merlin we are so mature'.

Silence falls on them as Albus concentrates on helping Scorpius write his essay. Some time goes by before Albus cuts the silence. "Amelia has been hanging around an awful lot these past few weeks – not that I mind her company – but what's up with that?"

Scorpius' answer shocks him, "She's sweet, it's not hard to like her company because she's fun."

"And what? I'm not fun anymore," Albus asks with a chuckle. Scorpius rolls his eyes and pushes Albus off the bed, "Sod off!"

A groan is emitted from the brown haired boy as he rolls his eyes.

"Does someone have a crush on the new girl?"

"Shut up, Potter."

Albus turns around and the first thing his green eyes set themselves upon are big, brown eyes. They give him warmth. It's his brown eyed girl from Diagon Alley. His mystery girl. She begins smiling at him, almost looking cheeky. She still looks the same as she did when they were eleven. She's got her platinum blonde hair in piggy tails. She hasn't aged a day in all of Albus' dreams. Albus wishes he knew her name, and her his. She changes her owls so frequently even she doesn't know who her owls are. She is a complete and utter mystery and that's why Albus adores her so much.

"What's troubling you, Green?"

Her voice is soft and sweet and travels through the dream. She invented that nickname for Albus in 2018. He teased her about it for weeks on end and she said that she thought it was cool so he had to 'sod off'.

Before Albus could reply, the eleven year old girl was gone, and the image of what has been troubling Albus for weeks now appears.

There stands Amelia Scarlett, dressed in her Slytherin uniform, wearing a smirk. Her long, curly, purple hair was tied back in a pony tail. She looked smart, collected and intrigued. Albus dare say she even looked a little cheeky. He couldn't understand her. She was so different to every other girl he'd ever met which is why he couldn't get her out of his head.

"What's the matter, Potter?"

The dream changed before Albus could reply.

"Smile for the camera, you two!"

His mother was standing there with an old polaroid camera with a massive smile on her face. Albus notices they're at the Burrow and all his family was there, watching him. The autumn leaves were falling around them but all Albus could see was Amelia's grin. She begins to move in closer to him, taking his left hand in hers, entwining their fingers. Albus' face went scarlet red, and he felt like just dreaming this was against friend code. He wasn't allowed to be attracted to the girl his best friend had made quite clear was 'off limits'.

Albus begins blinking rapidly as the scene changes and her beautiful face was inches from his, he could feel her breath on his face.

"Albuz," she whispered, blinking slowly up at him.

Albus was suddenly jerked back into consciousness. He frowned as he realised he was dreaming and slowly the dream faded from memory. All he knew was that Amelia was in his dream and that was weird enough for him.

A sudden tapping on the window gained his attention. He pulled back the curtains, standing up and slowly walking over to the window. He groaned as he realised his feet had fallen asleep. He opened the window, unattached the letter from the owl's leg, absentmindedly noticing he'd never seen this owl before in his life. He quickly fed the owl a small treat before walking back over to his bed, closing his curtains. His eyebrows furrowed when he realised she'd written him another letter, even though she'd sent one yesterday. However, he didn't mind one bit.

Grinning, he opened it.

'Dear Green Eyed Boy,

Hello, how's school for you? I'm sorry I haven't written in a while, I've been busy packing my stuff. The move is no longer temporary. I'm finding it hard to adjust. I feel like such a burden. My mother has decided to stay with another friend and Grandad a little while away, to smoothen out some things with our relative. She told me that the move wasn't temporary, but the good news is that I've started school, so I hardly notice the place at all! I can't wait till I can forget all about this move. I miss home, Green. I miss the trees in Autumn were the leaves are falling gracefully and rather beautifully. I miss the flowers outside of my house and the beautiful rose patch my mum loves to death. I miss my friends. I miss everything about home. I even miss those muggles who live next door to us.

However, there's one good thing about this move: I'm a little closer to wherever you're are. At least, that's what I'd like to think. I'd like to hope you go to Diagon Alley a lot and that you remember our meeting outside of Flourish and Botts and think about how I'm not too far from you. I guess, the only thing distracting me about this move, is that you'll always be there writing me a letter. I look forward to your letters. I hope your best friend isn't troubling you too much, by the way. I hope he lets you in and you guys can sort out whatever is wrong.

I really want that for you, Green.

Until our next rondevu,

The Girl Who Misses Home.'

Albus frowns, 'I hope she goes home soon so that she doesn't have to miss everything back there so much.'

He puts the letter down in his night stand and falls back asleep.

He's greeted by a pair of brown eyes.