STRIKE AGAIN , part ii
“Are you and Albus alright or . . ?” a friend of Elinor’s, Rosanna, asks, asks, at a casual party each house is throwing.
Surprisingly, Professor McGongagall was the one who requested these parties. Each house was to host a party, with open doors, so students from other houses could join as well. It is a way to get everyone’s mind of the fight that took place a few hours ago. Well . . at least they are getting points for doing so.
Currently, Elinor is in the Slytherin common room, despite being a Gryffindor.
“We’re alright,” Elinor says, but her voice sounds like she’s trying to convince herself, rather than answering her friend’s genuine question. She smiles, shaking her head, trying to tell Rebekah, who obviously sees it isn’t alright, that it’s nothing of concern.
“Well, he’s there right now,” Rosanna points out, sipping on her drink. Just about then, her girlfriend comes and takes her away, to dance.
Elinor’s eyes search the crowd once more, and her eyes are suddenly locked with Albus’. He’d just looked up and saw her. For a millisecond he looked at her before he turned his head away, supposedly rolling his eyes. Elinor looks away, furious by the way he just behaved.
Sliding her tongue over her teeth, behind her sealed lips, Elinor sighs, deciding quickly that catching Albus right now will be a good idea. Walking quickly through the people draped in silver and green, she feels like an outcast. She’s sort of the only student dressed in a plain white t-shirt and a burgundy, velvet slip dress on top. Everyone else is so dressed, she feels plain - that’s how dressed up everyone is.
Except, Albus of course. He was in his green zipper and jeans and that was it. Scorpius, on the other hand, who is making out with Rose in the corner, decided to be fancy enough and slipped on a dark green shirt.
She walks up to him and his rag tag group of friends. He looks at her and raises an eyebrow, a beer can resting in his hand.
“Yes?” Albus asks, cocking his head to the side. He’s so checking me out, Elinor thinks, almost chuckling darkly out loud. Does he really think it’s OK to check me out, right now?
“May I have a word with you, Potter,” Elinor asks, harshly, grabbing the beer can out of his hand.
“She’s mad! She’s really mad! She didn’t call you Al? Where’s the love, guys?” points out Colton, one of Albus’s friends.
“Lead the way, m’lady,” Albus shoots back, smirking.
And, so, that set Elinor off . . more than she was off before.
She roughly grabs his hand and pulls him to his dorm. As they’re going up to his dorm, Albus pulls his wand out, for the beer can from Rose’s hand to come to his.
As he pulls her into his room, Elinor pulls the cover around Albus’s section of the bed, so the could have privacy - thank god that it blocks the noise out from both the outside and inside - thank Hogwarts for using advanced magic for this.
“You want to talk?” Albus asks, sitting on his bed and taking his shoes off, just as Elinor grabs a slice of pizza from the box sitting on his bed. She is trying to distract herself. Trying to calm herself down . .
Albus raises his eyebrows quickly, getting up and taking a bite from her slice. He kisses her cheek, before returning to getting himself organized - actually, he is just trying to avoid the obvious fight that is bubbling between them.
“I can take care of myself!” Elinor yells, throwing the pizza back into the box and then gbing his wrist, to make him face her. “And I don’t need you to tell me what I can and cannot do!”
Albus chuckles, unamused and rolls his eyes. “And have you hurt? No, thanks, I won’t take you up on that!”
“And what if you’d gotten hurt? What would I have done?” Elinor shoots back, stepping closer to him. “Don’t you get it? I can’t bear the thought of you hurt - or worse!”
Albus suddenly looks ashamed of himself. He understands what she’s saying and where she’s coming from. He’s stepped away from her and is no longer looking at her, turned to his side.
Elinor notices this and her shoulders slumps and she pulls a weak smile at him. “Why didn’t you let me save you?” she whispers.
“Because that could mean I have to let you go,” he softly responds.
And Elinor almost cries. She walks to him, quickly and then throws her arms around his shoulder. He immediately responds, turning in her arms. He holds her back.
“I love you, Elinor,” Albus confesses, his nose buried deep in her thick, blond hair.
“And I love you, Albus,” Elinor laughs, kissing the side of his neck.
They are swaying to the soft music heard from downstairs, when Scorpius open the cover, only to get condoms.
“Okay, sex can wait. . I’ve waited six years for this to happen.” And then Scorpius leaves.
