Is This Really Happening? | By : Avoline_Malfoy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2168 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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This chapter will be a bit more heart felt. Scorpius will prove to be very much different that his father. I'm sure you guys won't mind one bit, though. And Draco will be present in this fic, seeing as he is Scorpius's father.
So sit back, enjoy, and, if you like what you read, review.
Love always,
Avoline
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Scorpius stepped into the library of Malfoy Manor. He had stayed with Lily until she had calmed down enough to enjoy his company.
It didn't stop the pain in his chest though.
He stood still and silent for a moment, trying to control the mess of emotions. He had hidden his feelings about the news to the best of his abilities. He didn't want to cry in front of her. She didn't need to see him so upset. His whole body trembled as he stood.
This isn't fair! She's just barely 18!
He grabbed a bowl off the near-by table and flung it as hard as he could across the room. When he didn't hear the expectant sound of porcelain shattering, he turned to see his father, Draco, standing in the door, the bowl hovering just inches from him.
"Is something wrong, Scorpius," he questioned, softly closing the door. The younger man shook his head furiously. "Don't try and lie to me, son. I can tell when something's the matter." Scorpius looked away, hoping his father would drop the subject. "Please, Scorpius. Just talk to me. That's all I ask." He took a few deep breathes, giving himself enough time to plan his words carefully.
"It's my friend, Lily," he began, his voice choked. "Something's wrong with her. She says the Healers can't do anything about it." He could see Draco sit in one of the arm chairs.
"She's slowly dying," he whispered. Scorpius nodded. "You've grown fond of her, haven't you?"
"You tell me," Scorpius half shouted, lifted his eyes to meet his father's. "She's my best fucking friend!" His father's sympathetic gaze threatened to destroy his composure.
"Son, why don't sit down and try to talk about this," Draco offered quietly.
"Talk about what? She's dying! What is there to talk about?"
"Maybe the fact that you won't admit your feelings?" Scorpius looked away again. "I'm not an idiot, Scorp. I've been where you are, but different circumstances. Sit down and talk." He did as he was told, accepting defeat. Tears blurred the edges of his vision. "How long have you felt this way about her?"
"Since fifth year," he answered. "She was only a third year, but I knew then that I liked her." Draco nodded.
"Her last name is Potter, is it not," he inquired. Scorpius nodded. "What is it about her that you like?" A smile flashed across the 20-year-old's face.
"Well, she's beautiful," he began. "She's smart, witty, and the best friend a guy could ask for. She's feisty, like her mother, yet works well under pressure." A rogue tear fell down his face. "She's the perfect balance between ambitious and realistic, she doesn't mind listening to me gripe about my so-called friends, and she always has a solution to any problem." Draco nodded slowly.
"You love her, son," he intoned. "And from what you've said, I can see why." Scorpius began to tremble again.
"This isn't fair, Dad," he half sobbed. "She's barely eighteen. She deserves to live for a hundred years or more." A smirk tugged at the corners of the older man's mouth.
"I thought the same things about a girl I used to know." Scorpius's blond head snapped up. "Her name was Pansy Parkinson. I had known her since we were very, very young. We dated for a while in school, but I knew I would never love her. I was still quite fond of her." The room grew quiet.
"What happened to her," Scorpius asked cautiously. Draco cleared his throat.
"After the war, I had went to try and find her. Her parents had been killed in the midst of battle, and she had no where to go. I was going to offer her a room here in the manor." He stared at the Venetian rug below their feet. "I found her bleeding from deep gashes all over her body. I had started to attempted to heal her, but she wouldn't let me. She just wanted me to stay there and watch her die." Scorpius could see the sorrowful glint in his father's grey gaze. "She would have been eighteen in five days."
"Damn," Scorpius breathed. "Why did you listen to her?"
"Cause I didn't know what else to do," Draco responded. "I panicked, like you're doing right now, and I listened to the only person giving instruction. Sometimes I wonder who'd she be today if I had just healed her to the best of my abilities and got her some help." Their eyes met, and Scorpius could tell his father was reliving the painful memory in his head. "Don't let her slip away without telling her how you feel, son. You'll never forgive yourself if you do."
"But how do I tell her," Scorpius questioned, almost pleadingly. "What if she doesn't feel the same way?" Draco smiled.
"Right now, just figure out how to tell her. She needs to know that someone aside from her family cares deeply for her." Another tear fell down the younger man's face.
"But how, Dad? She's so perfect in every way, and no matter how hard I try, I can't find the right words."
"Then show her. Be there every day for her, and when the time is right, simply say it."
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