All the shame didn’t even come to Scorpius, until one day it just hit him. He was sitting in the library (a few weeks after he and Albus had returned to Hogwarts and had stopped speaking) with Rose and it just came out.
“Over break, I slept with Albus again.”
“Scorpius! He doesn’t love you, that way. He will always need you as a friend, but you can’t break him more.”
“I wasn’t trying to. I just kissed him, and then he’s the one who took my belt off.”
“I don’t need the details, but you still slept with him.”
“I know, I know Rose. We were both just really wound up and emotional.”
“Scorpius, you can’t make excuses.”
Rose knows her cousin better then anyone, and he’s always been noncommittal. When he was younger he’d ask for a toy, play with it for about a week, and then dump it in his wardrobe and never take it out again.
That’s all those girls/Scorpius are to him. Toys. Toys to be used and never be used again. Rose tells Scorpius this, and he agrees.
“He wasn’t ever with anyone for more then a month. Except you, his best friend. But you were only ever that. You will never be anything more then that, no matter how much you want it and how much he makes you believe it’s what he wants too. You just can’t mess with a player.”
“Wow, Rose. Your Ravenclaw is finally showing.”
“Shut-up.” She laughs and slaps him. “What about me? Would you ever date me?”
“I’m done with fucking around with friends. Plus, I never dated Albus.”
“Remember ‘Shut-up’, Rose?” Scorpius says, then puts on an imitation of Rose “Rose, language.”
After another hour of studying for NEWTs, Scorpius leaves Rose and decides to take a trip into the fields near Hogsmede.
They are still snowy, and it is in fact snowing. Scorpius takes his time, and walks around. He thinks about everything. NEWTs, Albus, life.
“Will I ever love anyone the same way I loved him? I’ll never know.” Scorpius says to himself. “I’ll never know because I might not get over the fact that I really did love him.”
He decides to write this all down. He conjures his paper and a quill.
Will I ever love anyone the same way I loved him? I’ll never know. I’ll never know because I might not get over the fact that I really did love him. I loved him so much. But it wasn’t sleeping with him. It was that timeless friendship, that everyone wishes for. Not everyone gets it, and I think I understand. Somethings are just not meant to be.
I’ll finish the year, but I don’t know what I’ll do next. I’d love to travel the world, eat as much as I can in Italy, fall in love in France, freeze in Russia, find my soul in India, find my keffi in Greece, discover my colours in Brazil, and come back to England to explore myself.
I’d love to do this with Albus, as my trusty friend and me as the sidekick, but we haven’t exactly made up. I regret everything I did and everything he did—everything we felt.
I don’t know if we’ll ever be friends again, but there’s hope.
I just need to know that I’ll always love him in some part of me.
I think I’ll turn this into a novel, where this is the foreword and I’m the plot. Where the characters are my thoughts and the dialogue is Albus. Where Rose and Edmund and Albus and I rule the world. And where I know…
Not to mess with a player.
Author’s Note: That brings us to the end my friends. I know, this was a slightly abrupt and short ending. Was it? I don’t know. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I loved writing it, and have fallen in love with my characters the same way I have.
Congrats, pop the champagne to my first ‘not a one-shot’ completed story on HPFF.
I’m so glad I got to go on this journey with you all and hope to see you in the future. Go check out some of my other works if you want, and definitely review, I love to hear your opinions and criticism.
Thank you so much to all the readers and reviewers, you guys are amazing!
Thanks for the great ride.
Wherever you are in the world, I hope you have an amazing and infinite day.
DON’T MESS WITH A PLAYER ;)
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