"I just don't even know what to do with her anymore!" Al fumed, pacing stormily across the 6th year Slytherin dorm. "She won't tell me what's wrong, and then when I don't ask she fucking flips shit on me! What does she even want? Girls are so fucking stupid! Ugh!" The angry black haired teen flopped onto the floor, tossing an arm over his face. His blonde best friend smirked down at him from his bed. Scorpius was used to hearing about the other boy's fights with his girlfriend, and was simply waiting for him to get up and start talking about how amazing she was and how much he wanted to be with her.
"I don't think I can stay with her anymore." This statement, however, was not expected. The Malfoy sat up quickly and stared at Albus, who hadn't moved from his place on the floor. "She didn't even wait until we were alone this time. Why the fuck did I think dating a Gryffindor was a good idea?"
Because she's your brother's best friend Scor thought before climbing off the bed and crossing the floor. He sat down Indian style next to his friend and pulled at the arm covering his face. "Because she seemed like a nice girl at the time. Now what do you want to do? Do you want to keep trying?"
Albus sat up, shrinking the gap between his and the blonde's faces. "I shouldn't have to try so hard all the damn time! It's not even fun anymore! Dating her is like taking an extra History of Magic class. I really ought to take notes, but I don't and then I'm royally screwed on the tests." He groaned miserably.
"No, you copy my notes later. But I can't take notes on her for you. Do you love her?" That was the real question. If Al said he loved her, Scorpius knew he would continue to exist only in the friend zone. If Al still loved her, he didn't have a chance.
"No. I love you" Taking advantage of their closeness and his best friend's stunned stillness, Albus closed the gap between their lips.