Scorpius dug for his cold demeanor, trying to force a grimace and a rude remark, but all he could manage was a frown and, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m such a bitch,” she said, shaking her head and turning her gaze away, “I treated you horribly, and I just dragged you around because I was afraid of being myself, of listening to my heart, of not worrying about what my father would say. I’m sorry, Scorpius, I’m so sorry. I understand if you want to hate me forever and never—”
“Rose,” he interrupted, “Calm down. Do you want to come inside? It’s freezing out there.”
“You spent almost all night outside,” she mumbled with a small smile.
He closed the door once she’d stepped in.
“I’ll be right back,” he promised before heading toward the kitchen where he knew his parents were eavesdropping.
They didn’t even try to cover it up, to which he rolled his eyes.
“Rose is here. We’re going into my room to talk. Please don’t stand outside of my door and listen.”
“I can’t promise anything for your mother,” Draco said, giving her a playful glare, “But I certainly won’t. Just be safe and remember that Ron helped save the wizarding world, and it would be a bad idea to piss him off too much.”
Scorpius sighed, nodded, and left. He motioned for Rose to follow him, and she did so happily, smiling when they entered his room. He had a large bed, pushed lengthwise into the corner; his sheets were black, just like the one at school, and his shag rug was also black. His walls were a light, pastel blue while his curtains were white. The walls were decorated nicely with posters and banners, a long desk stretched from the end of his bed into the wall, and a large dresser was on the other side of his window, the window that lay next to the head of his bed. A futon caught Rose’s eye, sitting on the floor opposite of the window, three pillows and blankets strewn over it.
“I assume that’s Corvus’?” she asked, nodding toward the bed on the floor.
“Yea,” he shrugged, “Sometimes he just shows up in the middle of the night. He likes to break in through the window usually.”
He held out a hand toward a couch she had missed, tucked away near his desk. They sat, and Scorpius sighed.
“Are you just going to run away again?”
She looked down at her hands in her lap, nervous, “I want to be with you, but I need you to be patient. I’m scared, so scared. My dad knows, and he’s not happy. But I am happy with you, and so I want to try, if you could forgive me.”
Scorpius just smiled, reaching for her hand and lacing his fingers within hers.
“I’m trying to not kiss you because I feel like that would be counterproductive or backward.”
“Maybe we should go backward,” she murmured, “All the way backward. Maybe that’s the only way we can do this, to be totally and completely open.”
“Rose,” he began, arching an eyebrow, “Do you really want this? You have to be sure. This can’t be like last time.”
She nodded, taking in a long breath,” I do. I want to be with you, wholly.”
Scorpius just smiled before locking the door with his wand, standing, and holding out his hand for Rose. She took it and followed him to his bed, finally happy.
Scorpius let his mum kiss him on the forehead before he headed off to meet Corvus, who was currently snogging Hailey. He cleared his throat as he reached them, though his attention was taken when Rose appeared at his side, slipping her hand in his.
“Hey you,” she greeted with a small, pretty smile.
“Hello my love,” he returned, leaning down to kiss her.
Corvus responded by clearing his throat in the ugliest manner he could manage.
“I like to see that you two are finally going out instead of just attacking each other at random,” Hailey laughed, “Though those were some fun stories.”
“Don’t remind me,” Rose groaned, “My dad is still not speaking to me.”
“Am I worth it?” Scorpius asked, and Rose practically beamed.
“Of course you’re worth it. C’mon, I want to get a good compartment.”
She leaned up for a quick kiss before tugging him away, Hailey and Corvus following. They met up with everyone else and were quick to find a compartment for themselves. They all paired off, finally all of them happily with one another. Scorpius and Rose slid into the left bench, closing in on the window, while Corvus and Hailey sat opposite them. Adrian and Chloe sat next to Rose with Albus and Molly across from them.
“Corvus, where’s Lyra?” Scorpius asked as Molly shut the door and launched into conversation with Chloe.
“I don’t know,” he mumbled, not looking at his friend, but instead resting his forehead on the glass of the window and sighing.
“Maybe she made a friend?” Rose offered, hating the look of worry that plagued Corvus’ face; she’d grown closer to him ever since she and Scorpius had finally gotten together.
“Highly unlikely,” a voice interrupted them as Lyra stalked in, slamming the door shut, “Move,” she ordered Albus, who just made a face at her and scooted over.
Her glare turned to Hailey, who sighed and slid over, allowing her to sit next to her brother. She spoke quickly to him in a low but angry whisper, one that neither Scorpius nor Hailey could understand. They watched, however, as the color in Corvus’ face drained, and his eyes went wide. He remained motionless until she took a breath, and then he sat up, shaking his head.
“No,” was all he said, trying to stand.
“Corvus,” she hissed, pulling him back down, and she kept talking, faster than before.
“Lyra,” Scorpius tried to interrupt as Corvus’ breathing became too audible, too unsteady, “Lyra, maybe you should just tell him later.”
But she ignored him. She finished with another whisper before leaning back and staring at him. He tried to stand and collapsed, Scorpius jumping to his feet.
“Open the window,” he said to Rose as he hauled Corvus back onto his seat, “Hey, Corvus, look at me, okay? You’re alright. It’s just a panic attack. It’ll pass, I promise. Lyra, take his wand.”
She did as told, and the compartment was silent. Back in sixth year, he’d nearly burned down the Slytherin house during one of his very rare fits of rage.
“What happened?” he asked Lyra, not unlocking his gaze from Corvus’, whose breathing was slowing steadily.
“Our father,” she spat, “killed himself.”
The others had never seen Corvus cry before, though Scorpius, Hailey, and Lyra certainly had. But he did now, in front of everyone, sobbing openly and brokenly. Hailey took him in her arms, pulling him close. They took that as their cue to leave, and Adrian, Chloe, Albus, and Molly went to go find another compartment while Lyra sat opposite her brother and Hailey.
“I’m staying here,” Scorpius said to Rose, frowning, “I’m sorry. I can’t leave him.”
“He’s your best friend,” she said, touching his shoulder, “Don’t worry, I get it. Come find me later.”
He just nodded before kissing her forehead.
Rose sat at the Slytherin table with Chloe and Molly for the feast that night, anxiously awaiting Scorpius’ return.
“Can you believe he did that? Killed himself?” Molly shook her head, “Honestly.”
“I bet you that’s why Scorp is freaking out,” Chloe murmured, “Probably thinks Corvus will try the same again.”
This caught Rose by surprise.
“You guys know about that?”
“Rose,” Adrian sighed, “Look at us. Hailey is engaged to him. Of course she’s going to talk to her sisters. Scorpius and Chloe told me. Albus kind of knows, but not nearly as much as I’m sure you now know.”
Rose blushed, but Chloe waved it away, “That’s what you get for dating one of us. You have to deal with all of our problems.”
Rose fell silent after that, observing her friends. There was so much she didn’t know about them, so much she felt like she would never understand. It terrified her sometimes.
They left before long to their respective rooms, and Rose waited up for a little while before going into her room. It was around one in the morning when her door opened and closed. Scorpius stepped out of his shoes wearily before tip-toeing over to her bed.
“Rose,” he whispered, caressing her face, “Rose, wake up.”
She stirred, and he smiled as her eyes fluttered open.
“Scorpius!” she exclaimed, jumping up and hugging him, “Where have you been?”
“With Corvus,” he sighed, crawling into bed next to her, “He passed out, like, a half hour ago. Hailey is going to stay with him. Lyra is a wreck. I don’t even know how to handle this, Rose.”
“Just sleep for now. Tomorrow is a new day.”
She kissed him softly before settling in his arms with a sigh.
Scorpius woke up with the smell of his Rose. He smiled, burying his nose in her hair and sighing. Being here with her made him unbelievably happy.
“Mm, you’re awake,” Rose murmured, turning to face him, “How did you sleep?”
“Wonderfully. We aren’t really going slow like you wanted, though.”
“I know,” she sighed, “I don’t really know what I want, except that I want to be with you.”
“Okay. That’s fair. I’m gonna go get dressed, though. Can we go to breakfast in fifteen?”
They parted with a kiss, and they were just reaching the Great Hall twentyfive minutes later.
“He’s here,” Scorpius nearly gasped, and his pace quickened, Rose hurrying to catch up.
When they sat opposite Corvus, Hailey, and Lyra, they were shocked by Corvus’ smile and the fact that Adrian was telling some wild story from break, and he was laughing.
“Oh, hey!” Corvus exclaimed as Scorpius sat, “Adrian, pause. It’s like closure, y’know?” he said to Scorpius, “He’s gone. I don’t have to hate him anymore. He gave me peace.”
Scorpius groaned, “Only you, Corvus, only you.”
He just winked before motioning for Adrian to continue…
Blah, this chapter is disgustingly short, I’m so sorry. But, like, I just couldn’t keep going. The next scene does not belong in this chapter, so, :( This is all you get for now!
Well, kinda. I do want to give you guys another sneak peek scene from Grazed Knees.
His pace was not quick, and he stopped at the last shelf, letting his eyes slip shut. It had all just been a dream. It didn’t matter. He opened his eyes again, turned around the shelf, walked its length, and went around the corner. There was a small dip that widened in the shadows, and, when Draco lit one of the main lamps with his wand, it lit the soft room, and he stared around at it. He could almost see their shapes pressed into the couch.
He let his fingers linger over where he had, in frustration, carved at the desk, and he smiled as he remembered Hermione berating him and tugging on his ear to make him stop. He loved when she did that, though he put up a false pretense of frustration. He heard the doors open distantly, and he looked over his shoulder only a moment, catching just the briefest whisper from Madame Pince. He couldn’t make out the words, but he knew she was here.
Draco reached into his jacket, slipped Atonement out, a note tucked in the back, and he brought it to his lips, kissing the corner like she’d done so many times before. Before they’d ever kissed that one time, this was how they shared one another, small, delicate, kissed corners. And he set it down, letting his fingers trail over it for only a second as he heard Hermione’s voice; Ron responded to her. He nodded. She needed a distraction, she needed to move on.
He left as he heard her footfalls approach, and he glanced up as he made his way back along the opposite side of aisles. He saw a flash of her brown eyes, the dance of her brown curls, the elegance of her soft skin, her delicate face, and he quickened his pace. She wouldn’t see him again. He let the doors close behind him as she reached the small room, and she gasped.
Now, real quick, to avoid any confusion, no, this is not up yet. No, this has nothing to do with Unforgivable or Radiant. I got a couple reviews asking these questions. I will most likely be posting Grazed Knees AFTER The Lightning Strike (which I started today, and it’s awesome so far!)
Annnnnnnd, one other thing, if you guys possibly at all like the Marauders era and maybe, even doubly possibly, like Sirius/Lily, could you check out my new fic, Grenade? I know it’s really not a well-known (or well-liked) pairing, but I had a lot of fun writing it, and it’s only gonna be four chapters, so, yea. :D
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