Showing Up At My Doorstep | Scorbus
It was a quiet night for Albus Potter. None of his family members were staying with him, checking up on him, babying him as they often did. For the past few years, it was a constant like of them in and out of the door, along with some family friends. Hell, even the damn Malfoy's paid him a visit to make sure he wasn't going to try anything foolish. They were trying to keep him sane. However, the constant babble did quite the opposite; and it was the silent nights that kept him from cutting again. He cherished those nights, as of late.
A small knock on his door interrupted the beauty of the silence, and all together ruined the semi-decent mood Albus was in. "Typical," he muttered, sounding a lot gruffer than he should at his age. The past five years had made the boy grow up all too quickly, and grow up alone. Loneliness was a terrible depressant, so he usually sat around and didn't do much of anything. And now some visitor had come to ruin his one peaceful night at home. It pissed him off.
Opening the door roughly, he didn't care to even look at the person in front of him. "Yes, yes, you can tell my Mum that I haven't offed myself yet," he groaned, eyes above where the person's head was. "Godric, just because I'm a fucking shut in doesn't mean I'm planning to slit my wrists. I'd be a lot more creative than tha--"
That's when he caught sight of the top of the person's head. More specifically, he saw trademark Malfoy hair at a height that didn't match Draco's. His eyes began to gaze downwards, actually taking a look at the man on his doorstep. The moment he realized who it was, his breath caught in his throat. "Scorpius," was all he managed to get out, a strangled whisper.
They stood there for a moment, simply paused in action. It was like a scene from one of those muggle movies, where time stopped and everything was still. However, time had a nasty habit of catching back up to Albus as Scorpius took a few steps towards him and attempted to kiss him.
And Albus slapped him across the face. Hard.
The broken look on Scorpius' face was something Albus needed to see. It was a darker sort of revenge for what he'd been through. "How dare you," he hissed, shaking softly with emotion. Whether it was anger or sorrow, he didn't know. "How dare you leave me here for five fucking years! You didn't owl. You didn't visit. You didn't even try." There was a long pause there as a few tears began to mingle with the nervous sweat on his face, making him look far worse than tired. "You left me behind, Scorpius Malfoy! And I can never forgive you for that."
He wanted to yell at him and make him leave. He wanted Scorpius to feel the pain he'd been feeling for five fucking years.
... But he couldn't lose him again.
"Oh, fuck it," he muttered, marching over to Scorpius and crushing their lips together, the familiar taste making him moan into the kiss. "I hate you," he murmured. "I fucking hate you."
The blonde pulled away with a small smirk. "No, you don't."
And, with a soft sigh, Albus Potter gave the most honest chuckle he had in years. "No, I don't." And then their lips were attached again as Albus pulled the blonde inside. He wouldn't be allowing Scorpius to leave for the next few days. Maybe even weeks.
Not like Scorpius would want to, anyways.
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