Scorpius Malfoy

The realization of what he had been hinting at during dinner, when he asked him if they could move in together…. how could he have been so stupid? How did he miss what his friend – his best friend – was trying to say? And now to see him sitting there on his bed, curled up into a ball, it pained him. He couldn’t bear to see Scorpius like this, weak and frail. Scorpius was the strongest man he knew. It was because of him that Albus was still alive to this day. And he failed him by not seeing how he was slowly wasting away.

Albus sat quietly, his eyes fixed on the other man as he cried out, apologizing to him. What did Scorpius have to apologize for? He’d done nothing wrong. The only thing the blond was guilty of was trying to live a life that didn’t depend on his father’s money. If either of them should be apologizing, it was Albus, who had been so ignorant and blind that he was oblivious to his best friend’s well being. He tried to tell him, tried to tell him that he needn’t say anything, but his throat wouldn’t allow it. He was too choked up to say anything. What could he say anyhow? Nothing he could say would make it better, make the pain that Scorp was suffering through go away.

But he had to do something.

He reached out, his arms finding their way around the other man, drawing him close and holding him tight. He would take care of him. He had to. If he didn’t, he would surely lose his best friend, lose his only reason for living. Albus ran his hand through the other’s curls, as he pressed his lips to Scorp’s forehead he could feel his own tears begin to fall. “Don’t,” he said, his voice cracking. “Don’t say that. You’re not disgusting. Not to me.”

Scorpius felt like a mess. He looked down at his shaking hands, and how he arms were so slender, his hairy chest so strained, the skin pulled taut against his bones. He looked down at himself, and he realised all that he had become. He used to be so strong, a keen quidditch player, with strong arms and toned muscles, and now he was a mere slender shadow of himself. He felt disgusting and a heavy weight hung inside him, all because of the realisation that he had let himself become what he had. He was too proud to ask for help, and because of this a part of him had withered and died. How could Albus ever look at him the same again?

When he felt Albus’ hands on him, collapsing into his arms, tears rushed his face once more. He felt so safe, so warm, so protected in the other’s arms that he fell into a daze - his body numb from the crying, the starvation and the simply being touched by Albus. He thought back to the attack, when he kissed Albus, the fear of never being able to kiss him again laden on his lips. He remembers that fleeting moment that they shared that one night, and how it felt to feel Albus’ skin against his. He remembers all the times Albus ran his fingers through his hair, and when his green eyes met his own. He wanted to melt back into the time, when all he had to do was roll out of his bunk and he would be able to see Albus, talk to Albus like their days weren’t numbered. 

And now here he was, his eyes closed as he felt Albus’ lips against his head, and his hands in his blonde hair. He felt his chest rise and fall and how he was so small, so weak that Albus’ figure was like a cave and he was getting lost in it. Suddenly, as he opened his eyes and looked up at Albus, he didn’t feel so dead. He didn’t feel like he was going to stop, in fact, he felt like his life had just began. He looked up at his best friend, and he saw so much more. His tears receded, and then the words began to fall, and before e knew it, he couldn’t stop them.

“I wanted to die,” he said, his voice monotone, his eyes set off in the distance. “I was ready for it. After Hogwarts, after leaving you, I fell apart. It hurt not being able to see you everyday, speak to you when I wanted, because we were both so busy... I wanted to feel like everything would be okay, but - it wasn’t. Everything just got so hard... and I didn’t think I was going to survive.” The tears had made his skin moist with the product of the last few months, and he couldn’t stop them as he looked over at Albus. “Until tonight. With you. Being with you has given me something, and suddenly I feel like everything is going to be okay. You make me want to live, Albus. Because of you, I feel like I want to go on,” he breathed as he grabbed onto Albus’ hand, like it would be the last gesture he would commit. “I...” he struggled as he held the boy’s eyes, his own wet with tears. “I love you, Albus.”

He tried not to make it obvious, tried not to stare as if Scorp were some sort of freak show. But the second the other male was shirtless, he lost all control of his facial expressions. Never had he seen his best mate look so… frail. It almost hurt him to look at him, he could feel his heart break at the sight. Albus swallowed, his eyes darting around the room to look anywhere else but Scorpius. He felt guilty, letting his friend pay for dinner when it looked like he could barely afford to feed himself. How long had he been like this, he couldn’t help but wonder. How many times had they seen each other without Albus ever knowing what Scorpius was going through?

“How could I be so blind?” He asked, swallowing hard as he sat back up. Al reached over and pulled the blanket off the other, forcing his eyes back to Scorp’s. “Is this what’s been going on? Why you seemed so off? What’s happening that you’re not eating properly? Is it…” Again, he swallowed, his hand absently running along the blond’s torso, his heart breaking even more as he took it all in. “Scorp, please,” Albus begged, his eyes brimming with tears, “Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.” He had told himself he wouldn’t ask, but he couldn’t see someone he loved like this – especially not Scorpius.

Scorpius felt hot tears spring to his face at his friend’s reaction. Was he that disgusting? Had life neglected his body and warped him so much that even Albus couldn’t bare to even look at him? His eyes were stinging from the new appearance of tears, and he couldn’t control himself, his whole body finally waking up and aching, his bones piercing his skin, so thin. “I’m sorry,” the blonde said through the pain, through the tears. He couldn’t stop it. How could he be so stupid? How could he let himself become so… disgusting? 

“I’m sorry, Albus.” He said, drawing his knees up to his scrawny bare chest, holding his legs, his figure, so frail, ever more obvious. He was so ashamed of himself for letting himself become so weak, he was ashamed of himself for being in Albus’ house, crying, falling apart. His mate was making a life for himself, he was a rising star, a talented seeker - Scorp had seen as much - and he was ruining it. Albus was making a name for himself and Scorpius could not let himself get in the way. But, at the same time, he couldn’t let Albus go. “I…” he sobbed, the tears brimming, collecting on his chin, wetting his skin. “My job. My house. I couldn’t pay them, and… and they want to kick me out. All my money goes towards keeping the house and I - I don’t have anything for anything else. I… I’m sorry, Albus.” 

Albus chewed on his lip, wanting to press further on the subject but ultimately dropping it. Perhaps after a good night’s sleep Scorpius would open up. “Yeah,” he mumbled, nodding his head as he lifted the bottle to his lips one more time. After he replaced the cap on the bottle, he reached over and gently slapped the blond boy’s knee. “Excuse me? You get to sleep beside me. You’re the lucky one here.” He said with a forced chuckle, rising from his seat on the couch. He left the liquor on the counter, not really feeling like putting it back in its proper place above the fridge and turned back to face his friend. 

“Oi. You sleepin’ on the couch or what? You look like you’re ‘bout passed out.” He said as he jerked his head towards the bedroom. Not waiting for a reply, he headed that way, tossing his extra pillow on the other side of the bed for Scorp to use. Stripping himself of his shirt, he crawled under the blanket, lying on his side turned towards the middle of the bed. “No funny stuff, now.” he said teasingly, trying to hide the concerns that he still had.

Scorpius followed Albus with a tired grin, “I am very lucky indeed.” His words held no substance in his semi-drunken, tired state and he practically fell into Albus’ bedroom, the air holding that Albus Potter smell of broomsticks, sweaty training shorts and air - the blonde could not get enough of it. He eyed his mate as he removed his shirt, admiring the way his figure was so incredibly lean, yet muscles jotted out here and there, and the skin looked so soft, Scorp just wanted to reach out and feel it. Of course, he had many a time, but each time was different, each time held more meaning. He looked away quickly, not wanting to get caught up in the boy’s handsome figure and scruffy hair, that he just wanted to feel all the time. It wasn’t fair having a best friend as attractive as Albus. And it certainly was not fair being in love with Albus as much as Scorpius was. 

Albus replied with a grin and a shrug. “Maybe I am.” He held the bottle in his hands for a moment, studying his best mate. He’d had the feeling the entire night that something was bothering him and it was only more obvious now that he saw Scorpius trying to unwind. It was like the alcohol was the only thing that had been able to take the edge off – half of the reason Albus had gone to fetch it in the first place. 

He took another small drink, spinning the bottle in his hands for a moment afterward. “Is, um,” Albus swallowed, hoping that he wasn’t prying, “Is everything alright, Scorp?” His friend, while he had been doing a very good job of acting, wasn’t his normal juvial self. Something had felt off all night, and it worried Albus. 

Scorpius was looking off into the other corner of the room, enjoying how the alcohol was coursing through him, making every cell in his anatomy wake up with a yawn. He was thinking simply about nothing, the sweet tranquility of the moment making his head spin and his bones feel like. He was at peace with himself, possibly for the first time in months.

valkiriya:

chivalrousxhybrid :

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue

“platinum hair, new robes, unnervingly strong jawline…” she paused before squinting her eyes. “you must be a malfoy.”

PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU’RE A HARRY POTTER INDIE ACCOUNT

“Months?” Albus stressed the word, the look of shock over exaggerated on his face. “You’re telling me that you were just complaining about how shitty your life is, but you haven’t been drinking? We’ve definitely got to fix that.” He gave the other a playful shove before pushing himself off the couch, sprinting over to the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of firewhiskey. Flopping back down on the couch, he popped the seal and took a shot before settling into his seat and handing the bottle over. 

“How did I survive?” Scorp said, shrugging his shoulders, quite proud that he had in fact survived the pressure of the past couple of months. The blonde watched the boy leave, and grinned massively when he returned. He surveyed Albus as he drank, blushing as he watched too closely as the boy’s lips closed over his drink. He wondered how those lips would feel on his once more, and remembered the kiss they shared at the attack, and how he hungered for him, like their survival depended on the kiss. He remembered how weak Albus felt under his touch, and when their lips connected how Albus seemed to come to life, flowering under his kiss. Stay alive for me, he had told him. And now that Albus did, now that he did keep the promise to stay alive for him, Scorpius could not be more thankful. 

Albus shifted so he sat on his hip, facing his long time friend with a wide grin. “Oh, I can think of a few ways you can do that,” he teased with a wink. “But since you paid for dinner, I’ll let you off the hook. This time.”

He couldn’t ignore how tense Scorp seemed to be as they sat; to be perfectly honest, Al was somewhat feeling the same way. He had no idea what had shifted, but the teasing that evening seemed to go beyond their usual banter, almost like they were daring each other to finally act on it after so many years of their back and forth. At least, that’s how he felt. “Oi, how about a nightcap, yeah? Besides, it’s been a while since we got properly sloshed together.”