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Chapter Four: It Ends Tonight (All American Rejects)
Leave blew past Lily as she pulled open the door to the Hogsmeade pub, The Three Broomsticks. Students were allowed in certain areas of the building and were served large mugs of Butter Beer upon request. She was alone at the moment, having left before her friends could catch up to her.
Privacy wasn't exactly what she was searching for, otherwise she wouldn't have gone to the heavily populated community on the only day that Hogwarts students were permitted to leave school grounds. It was separation from the people that knew her best that she needed, only for a little while though, until she was ready to face her world on her own for the first time in a long time.
Her new look hadn't gone unnoticed by the male students at her school, she had quickly become even more "famous" than she had been before. A group of four guys she only knew by reputation invited her to sit at their table and she agreed, not really interested in more than just company.
"You really look great, Lily." The tall, dark skinned boy that had introduced himself as Zane told her. He had no shame in looking her up and down like she was a priceless item he longed to own. Letting the uncomfortable feelings she felt towards him roll off her back, Lily jumped into conversation with the juvenile boys.
As if the devil himself had decided to make Lily's life as hard as possible, the door to the pub opened once again, this time allowing two students to pass into the dimly lit building. His hands in his pockets, Scorpius leaned against the windows surrounding the door in an effort to look effortless. Only Lily could tell any different, that he was secretly scanning the room for any threats.
His gaze resting on her table of adoring boys, his composure was broken. Lily couldn't force herself to look away, caught in the swirling blue like she had been the first time they had actually spoken civilly. Only the loud clearing of Cherry's throat forced Scorpius into action.
Quickly ordering their drinks to go, the pair were leaving the pub within minutes. But not before Scorpius had drilled holes in the protective walls Lily had been trying to build around her heart.
No, she definitely wasn't ready to face her world on her own. It was going to take a lot more than one week to get over the beautiful boy, but she could she really wait that long?
After thinking long and hard about the decision, Albus knocked on the door separating the winding stairs from the Headmaster's office. Percy Weasley's welcome was muffled by the wooden door, but his nephew sensed the intention of his words and pushed inside the office anyway.
He hadn't visited this part of the castle since Percy had become the Headmaster, but not much had changed. His uncle liked everything just so, making the feel of the room even more scholarly than it already would have been. The older red head sat behind the large desk taking up much of the main portion of the office, his reading glasses close to falling off his nose.
"Ah, Albus. What can I help you with today? Surely you haven't been sent here by a professor." Percy smiled at his own comment, well aware of how ridiculous of a concept that would be. "Come, sit."
Not moving from his position in the doorway, Albus shook his head sharply. "I don't really have time to sit today, Headmaster. I actually came here to ask for a favor."
This seemed to intrigue Percy, causing him to stand to his feet. "I will do my best. You always were my favorite nephew."
The young boy managed to refrain from rolling his eyes. Percy had only shown interest in Albus' life because of the resemblance he showed to Percy himself when he had attended Hogwarts. This didn't sit well with Albus however, he valued family more than his uncle ever had. Which was exactly why he was here.
"I would like to visit my father. It's very important." He almost hadn't gathered the courage to ask the red head, it was a bit of a stretch to ask for something that was so close to breaking school policy. Yet he had prepared himself to use other methods to speak to his father face to face if this failed.
It proved to not be necessary though. Percy cocked an eyebrow at the thought of what could drive Albus to ask for such a favor, but stepped towards the large fireplace in the corner of his office. "You know what to do. I expect you to return as quickly as possible and this will remain between us. I can't very well have a line of students waiting to visit home, now can I?"
Albus agreed quietly before stepping into the ashes gathered in the bottom of the fireplace. Grabbing a handful of Floo Powder, he nodded towards his uncle and threw the substance at his feet. A mixture of colors spun around him as he was transported to his parents' living room.
Normally, he would have been able to apparate to the place of his desire seeing as he was now a seventh year. But there had been protection spells placed over the school long ago preventing wizards from using such magic on school grounds. He had just decided it would be easier to use the resources he could get his hands on, his uncle's office.
Harry Potter sat in front of the fireplace, an ancient book balanced on his knee and his glasses sliding halfway down his nose. Somehow, he wasn't startled in the least bit at the sudden appearance of his son. He simply looked up to see which child had returned home, before closing his book and asking his son to join him in the kitchen.
Following his father, Albus was forced to duck in order to enter the kitchen. He had inherited the Weasley genes when it came to height, but it had just recently shown itself. Ginny was slightly more surprised to see her youngest son this late on a Saturday night, but didn't hesitate to great him with kisses and embraces.
"Well, son, you aren't the type to just visit for no reason. There must be something that simply couldn't be confided over the phone. Get on with it." The middle aged man smiled at his son to contrast the harshness of his words, his eyes sparkling in mischief.
The two men had always been the closest pair in the family. It did help that their appearances were almost identical, despite the scar etched into Harry's forehead, but the hidden personalities were the real tie to each other. Albus took a seat at the island in Ginny's large kitchen, "I felt that you needed to know some things that have come up at school. Heaven knows, Lily wasn't going to tell you until she was forced. I do ask that you don't speak until I'm done speaking."
Waving his hand slightly in a symbol for Albus to continue, Harry let his eyes meet his wife's, a strong look of confidence in his eyes. The dark haired boy took a deep breath before delving into his story about the last few weeks at Hogwarts.
"I knew it wasn't a good idea to trust that boy." Harry's large fist slammed against the counter, his blood bubbling with anger. He never thought that he would consider murdering again after the death of Voldemort, but images of spells cast against the young blonde gave him a sick satisfaction.
A thin hand clamped down on his shoulder. "That's not true. You yourself said that he might break the Malfoy mold. It isn't your fault that you like to believe the best in everyone until they prove you wrong. But there really is no point in getting riled up about this, Lily has it under control."
The older red head was more upset about her daughters hair than anything, but not due to superficiality. She had recognized the maturity in Lily before anyone else, so she knew there was no reason to fret over issues already taken care of. However, her daughter's long hair was something she had always put her foot down on. Harry had tried to get it cut many times over the years, but Ginny wouldn't budge.
Now that Lily had taken it into her own hands, she felt helpless and unneeded. That was something she would come to terms with later, for her husband was on his way out the door to murder a seventeen year old child.
With the help of Albus, Harry was drug back into the kitchen and sat down. "You can't do anything, Dad. This is exactly why Lily wouldn't have told you in the first place."
"I don't give a flying fuck whether she wants me to interfere or not. Excuse my language, but I'm serious. I gave him as much trust as I could without regretting it and what does he do? He abuses it. Draco and Lucius have taught him well." His eyes flickering behind the round lenses of his glasses, the man shook his head to himself.
Thinking to himself for a few moments, Albus let out a long breath. "I'm always around, you know. I watch people all the time, so why don't I watch her in particular? I can report back to you if anything worse happens, then you can interfere. Then you aren't making a scene unless it's absolutely necessary."
Harry didn't like the idea, but Ginny seemed to think it was a good compromise that would make everyone happy. Agreeing reluctantly, the dark haired man vowed to himself that if Scorpius didn't watch his step, he wouldn't hesitate to end him one way or another.
Flying down the staircases despite the constant movement, Hugo slipped through the crowds of students in order to reach the ground floor where his boyfriend stood. As he reached the waiting boy, his feet slipped out from under him and he went crashing to the ground.
Not even caring about how stupid he looked, the thin boy closed his eyes and just lay there. This was the sixth time he had run back down the stairs in order to play messenger for the two teenagers that just weren't mature enough to talk directly to each other. Roland and Hugo had mistakenly accepted the job of speaking for the separate parties, but now just regretted getting out of bed that morning.
Leaning over his resting boyfriend, the brunette smiled solemnly. "Remind me to never agree to be the mediator for anyone ever again?" He pulled Hugo to his feet, kissing his lips softly before pulling him to sit on a stone bench that was pushed up against the cold wall of the Dungeon entrance.
"I don't think you'll ever forget the lesson you learned from being nice to friends. I'm pretty sure my legs will murder me before I can even think about agreeing." Rubbing circles into his thighs with his thin fingers, Hugo peered up at the older boy through his bangs. "What did he say?"
Roland sighed, pulling something from his pocket. It was the pendant Lily had given Scorpius the Christmas before, the same Christmas he visited her home for the entire break. Hugo knew this action would hurt her more than any words Scorpius could say to her, seeing as he had never taken it off since he had received it.
Wincing as the cold chain spilled into his palm, the younger boy bit his lip. "This isn't going to be good."
"I know. I'll go with you." Standing to his feet, Roland pulled his sore boyfriend up the many flights of stairs and through the portrait leading to the Gryffindor common room. Spotting Elle and 'Manda sitting at a small table next to the window, Roland nudged his head towards the pair. "I'll be over there. Just give it to her and leave."
Kissing the tall boy quickly, Hugo turned to ascend the stairs to Lily's dorm room. He didn't bother knocking. All of her roommates had quickly figured out that the redhead would not be the nicest at the peak of her depression, intelligently making plans to stay elsewhere for the time being. Elle and 'Manda only talked to her out in the open, where she wasn't likely to break into a fit.
Even after her strong transformation into herself, Lily was crushed. She didn't let anyone see it, putting on an amazing act of carelessness around anyone she didn't trust. It was in the confines of her room, with Hugo or Roland, that the volcano of hormones and emotions would erupt.
The young redhead sat on her bed, her legs pulled up to her chest as she stared at the wall next to the doorway. She didn't look up upon her cousin's entrance, only moving when she noticed the glint of silver in his palm. "What is that?"
Hugo didn't want to get any closer to the bed than necessary, acting as though she was a temperamental dragon ready to scorch him into ashes. Throwing the necklace to the base of the bed, he backed towards the door and watched Lily scramble to find the glinting object.
Pulling it up by her index finger, her blue eyes flickered between the returned present and the messenger that had brought it. Her throat burned, skin itched, tears forming in her eyes.
"Lily, he's just doing this to bother you. You can't let him ge-" Hugo was cut off by a terrifying screech and the necklace coming close to impaling his head, instead slapping the wall with a force enough to make a small dent. "I guess this isn't a good time to talk sense to you. I'll just- Go."
Lily didn't even notice the thin boy slip from the room, for she was too busy trying to sink into the many layers of blankets on her bed. Without thinking she let her long finger nails scrape across her inner, left wrist, watching the tiny beads of blood pop up along the pale skin. It didn't hurt nearly as much as she had feared and it wasn't like she was copying the Emos, so she did it again. And again. And again. Until her entire wrist throbbed, a dull red color replacing the white.
If Scorpius' coping mechanism was drinking and sex, Lily's was now faking and scratching. Why couldn't they both see how unhealthy it was?
Pressing her plump lips to Scorpius' tan chest, Cherry hummed into his skin. She loved the feeling of his muscular arms wrapped around her naked waist, it made her feel at home but he obviously didn't feel the same way. It was obvious to the gorgeous girl that her beautiful boy didn't share her feelings, but she couldn't bring herself to care.
As long as he was in her arms, she wouldn't accept the truth. He was still madly in love with Lily, only it seemed that he hadn't come to terms with it himself so why should she have to?
"So, um, how are you enjoying Hogwarts? Are you ready to go home yet?" It was a sad attempt as small talk, even Scorpius had to admit that, but it was all he had in him. There was simply nothing to talk about with this particular girl. Sure the sex was amazing but sometimes he just preferred doing it himself.
After all, he never had to talk to his own hand.
Opening her mouth to speak, Cherry's eyebrows furrowed. Bile rising in her throat, she jumped to her feet and grabbed her robe. She didn't even have half her body covered before she hit the door, running straight for the community bathroom. Luckily, it was after midnight on a Sunday night so the halls were empty.
Cherry doubled over in front of the very last toilet, heaving up every single thing she had eaten in the past twenty four hours. The thin girl felt even thinner as she collapsed to the floor of the stall.
Placing her hand on her own forehead, she came to the conclusion that she had a fever. It was an odd thought, seeing as she hadn't been sick since she was a child. Of course it could be- No, she wasn't going to let her mind go there.
Not surprisingly, Scorpius was gone from her room by the time she returned. Yes, she was right about his lack of feelings for her. So why did it hurt so much to have it confirmed?
Roland stumbled down the hallway the morning after Lily had blown up over the necklace, a migraine throbbing in his head from the horrible sleep he had received the night before. He had to pass Scorpius' room in order to get to the bathroom, causing his footsteps to become considerably lighter.
The door was cracked, not having closed all the way when the blonde had crept into bed the night before. Roland reached for the door, but seeing Scorpius standing by the window kept him from shutting it. Instead, he let his knuckles rap the wood before entering the dark room.
Speaking over his shoulder, Scorpius spoke to the dark room as a whole. "Need something? Don't you have a boyfriend to bother? If that's what they're calling it nowadays."
Chuckling to himself at how easy it was to brush off the boy's insults, Roland shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall. "Nope. I'm all yours. Or do you only feel like talking to me when you need something?"
"I'm just waiting for the inevitable." The blonde still spoke to the room instead of the other boy, his eyes watching water track down his window. He was surprised he could even concentrate on anything at all, the amount of alcohol in his system could quite possibly kill a normal person.
He had built his tolerance for certain drinks to the point that he viewed himself as invincible. Too bad he couldn't build a tolerance for the girl only eight floors above him.
Pushing away from the wall, Roland walked up behind his best friend. "What do you think is going to happen, Malfoy? There's nothing I can say to change your mind and it's not like I'm going to waste my breath on it. Especially when you're so plastered you can't turn around without falling."
Just to show that he could, the blonde turned enough that he could see his friend. "We both know what's going to happen, Stone. Just say it." He glared as Roland shook his head, their eye contact never breaking. "I'm serious. Be a man and say it. Or has the fag turned you soft too?"
It pleased him beyond reason when Roland's frown turned into a dumbfounded stare. "A month ago you would have done anything to protect him. To protect her."
"Yeah well things change. People change." Stumbling to sit on his bed, Scorpius cursed himself for the corny word choice.
This struck a nerve inside Roland that he couldn't explain. Striking out, the tall boy punched the bed post directly beside Scorpius' head before shoving his face close enough to the other boy's that he could almost taste the alcohol on his breath. "You haven't changed. You never did, it was just a period of confusion that tricked everyone into thinking you're worth something.
"If you really want me to say it then I will. You're a piece of shit, Malfoy. You always have been and I'm better than you."
Shoving the blonde backwards onto the bed, Roland stormed out of the room and slammed the door just as a heavy trunk made contact with the wood. Splinters flew through the air, some of them making contact with a now standing, fuming Scorpius.
He reached for anything and everything he could get his hands on, destroying his room within moments.
It was there, amidst broken glass and paper, that Headmaster Weasley and Filch found the boy. His screams of frustration echoed through the Dungeon, awaking every single Slytherin still sleeping.
Cherry watched from an alcove by the dorm rooms as he was drug out of the common room. As they made eye contact, Scorpius let his eyes slide down to where her arm was covering her flat stomach.
Eyes widening in fear, the boy mouthed three tiny words that would potentially change more than just his life forever.
The Malfoy "twins" sat side by side in the cold office, neither speaking as they listened to the accusations being thrown at Scorpius. Draco stared through the side of his son's head, willing him to look towards him but the younger blonde knew better.
It wasn't until Percy Weasley had announced that he wouldn't be suspended if he payed for the damage and served a very long detention period, that either of the men moved. Pulling a checkbook out of his jacket, Draco wrote a blank check and slid it across the desk towards the red head.
Silently, the middle aged Malfoy grabbed his son's collar and yanked him from the room. It wasn't until they were in the crisp air of the Hogwarts that Draco acknowledged the horrible things his son had done.
Shoving his right sleeve up his forearm, Draco sucker-punched his son with all his strength. Leaning close to Scorpius' bleeding face, the older man spit in his face. "You are a disgrace to this family, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. The moment you graduate this school, I never want to see your face again. I really thought you might be able to do something worth while for once, but I see that you can't even manage that. Goodbye, son."
With a flash, Draco Malfoy was gone and Scorpius was left bleeding, alone. How many times would it take for the seventeen year old to realize that he was still a child?
After four rings, a soft voice picked up on the other end of the line. "Cherry? What are you doing calling when it's so late there?"
Inhaling slowly, the blonde let thick, wet tears flow freely down her cheeks. She sat on her bed, her legs pulled up in front of her and her arms pulling them to her chest. How could she ask what she needed to? She couldn't think of anything more embarrassing to ask her fifteen year old sister to do, but what choice did she have?
"Marnie, I need you to- Will you- I need a pregnancy test."
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