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Garbled Parsletongue	By : WillGirl Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Albus Severus/Scorpius Views: 2903 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Scorpius was sulking in the library when Rose tracked him down. Or, more accurately, he was working in the library, and just so happened to exude such a chill and reserved mood that no one dared interrupt him, and so he had been left mercifully to his own devices.

It would take a lot more than an aura of inapproachability to deter Rose Weasley, though, and she strode right up through his invisible walls.

“What’s going on?” she asked, plopping down unceremoniously at the long table that he had previously had all for himself and his books.

Scorpius looked up, wearing his best disdainful eyebrow, and stared her down. “I beg your pardon?” he said icily, an obvious cue for her to apologize for the intrusion and leave him be.

Rose only caught obvious cues when she wanted to, though, and this one she ignored shamelessly. “With you and Al,” she continued, undeterred. “What happened?”

“Nothing happened,” Scorpius said firmly. He busied himself with a textbook.

“Bullshit,” Rose retorted bluntly.

Scorpius shushed her automatically, and looked around for Master Lorgnette, the stern librarian, but they seemed to be unobserved.

“Don’t shush me,” Rose whispered back, “it is bullshit.”

Scorpius sniffed, but refused to reply.

“He said something dumb, didn’t he?” Rose pressed on doggedly. “He does have a tendency...”

“That wasn’t it at all,” Scorpius answered primly, “and it’s really none of your business, either.”

Rose shot up an eyebrow. “The hell it isn’t,” she insisted. “I want to know what’s going on, and I want to know now, or so help me Scorpius Malfoy, I will find some way to pry it out of you and it will not be a way that you’ll enjoy.”

Scorpius remained silent long enough for it to hopefully be clear that he was unintimidated by her threat; continuing to scratch idly with his quill, as if he actually was doing work, despite having no idea even of the title of the book out in front of him. He pursed his lips grudgingly and glanced across the table at Rose.

She waited impatiently, arms crossed in front of her round bosom, and a stern look on her freckled face. She was, clearly, not going to go away, no matter how long he made her wait. Better, he decided, to get this over with.

“Albus has simply made it quite clear what sort of value he places on our friendship,” Scorpius said stiffly, “and it is not an overly high one.”

“That’s a load of rubbish,” Rose snapped back. “You’re Albus’s best friend in the world, he likes you more than anyone. I used to resent the shit out of you for that, don’t you remember?”

Scorpius sniffed, unconvinced.

Rose’s blue eyes narrowed. “All right then,” she said, “what’s going on?”

“As I said—”

“Don’t give me that,” Rose interrupted him harshly. “Don’t give me some trite little bit of politeness, Scorpius, give me the truth. You two have been acting oddly for weeks, and this is just the final twist. So I want an explanation, and I want a real one. All right?”

Scorpius stared at her for a long time.

He was never quite sure what to make of Rose Weasley. She was reliable, certainly, but volatile as well. And she’d disliked him enough when first they’d met, although in truth, that had been at least half his fault. She had been possessive of her cousin and Scorpius, miffed at this apparent usurping of his new friend, had replied with snark and scorn. It had gone downhill from there, with the two of them competing for everything from Albus’s friendship to the top scores of the class. Rose had taken it amiss to have a Slytherin outscore a Ravenclaw on anything academic, and particularly so this Slytherin. Scorpius, meanwhile, was so used to being treated as the very best of everything, that he had found it insulting that this noisy, uncouth red-head had dared try and upstage him.

It wasn’t until their competitive edge found the Quidditch pitch that the two of them had managed to find friendship underneath all the rivalry (much to Albus’s relief; he had grown tired of having his two closest friends so firmly at odds). Now they got along well, or at least enjoyed the ways in which they didn’t, but Scorpius still wasn’t always sure where he stood with her. She would defend him to James and the other Gryffindors when they chose to heckle him for his house colors, but she was just as quick herself to call him out on anything she could.

And Ravenclaw that Rose might be, she still had a Gryffindor temper. Scorpius had no desire to be punched-out for daring to sully her precious cousin, if that was how she might choose to view their relationship. But it would be nice to tell someone...

“I can’t,” he said finally, “I’m sorry. I can’t tell you anything, not without Albus’s permission as well.” He shrugged apologetically, but firmly. There was nothing else to be said.

“Oh, I already have that,” Rose replied breezily.

“I beg your pardon?” gaped Scorpius.

“Yeah,” she said, “he told me to go find out what was bothering you, so he can apologize for whatever it is, so there you go: he doesn’t mind you telling me.”

Scorpius stared. “Oh,” he said dimly. “Really?”

Rose looked at him drily. “Scorp,” she said, “am I any good at lying? Seriously?”

Scorpius hesitated. “Well...no,” he admitted, “not really. Well enough to fool Gryffindors, maybe, but...”

“But you’re no Gryffindor,” Rose finished for him. “Come on, then. Tell me what’s going on.”

Scorpius sighed. “Oh, very well,” he said, somewhat more petulantly than he had meant to. “It’s just that I had thought that Albus and I were in love, but it seems he’s ashamed of me.”

Rose stared. For a long time she said nothing at all, then, her face utterly blank, she said, tonelessly, “I see.”

Scorpius nodded, unable now to stop himself from speaking, not now that he had begun. “I mean, I’m terrified at the idea of telling my parents, too—but I still intended to. I thought—I thought Albus deserved that much, you know? I thought that this, that us, we deserved that—deserved honesty.”

Rose nodded mutely, her eyes very wide, her face expressionless.

“I mean, I’m not saying I need to go shouting about it to everyone. I don’t care. I don’t give a shit if anyone here knows a damn thing about it—it’s no business of theirs, is it?” Scorpius continued fiercely. “But...but my parents...I can’t not tell them. That’s different, that matters. That’s...important,” he finished quietly, and sighed. “Only not, apparently, to Albus.”

“Ah,” said Rose.

“When I brought it up—I mean, I’d just naturally figured that we’d inform them of our, well, of the fact we’re...well, dating; I thought we’d tell them over break, while we were home—face-to-face, you know? Rather that tell them something like that in an owl...” He gave a sharp bark of laughter. Rose did not respond.

“Well, he just looked at me like I was daft, when I mentioned it,” Scorpius went on sourly. “Didn’t see why we’d ever bother, didn’t think it was worth the risk, I suppose,” he scoffed. “Why bother upsetting anyone, when it doesn’t mean anything?”

Rose had gone very, very still. She looked at Scorpius like she had never seen him before, but suddenly her blinders had been lifted, and now she knew him at last for what he really was. She gave no comment to his words; she simply watched.

“I...maybe it’s my fault,” Scorpius said softly. “I’ve been assuming that, well that it means to him what it does to me and...and maybe it doesn’t. Maybe it never did. Maybe...maybe I’m just an idiot,” he mumbled.

“Well maybe you are!” Rose snapped. She jumped up from the table and stormed off in a flurry of dark robes and fiery hair.

Scorpius stared after her stupidly. Master Lorgnette peered around a shelf to scowl at Scorpius for all the noise, but the stupefied Slytherin didn’t even notice the dour librarian. He just sat there, shocked and stunned, unable to think of anything to say at all.
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