Unhealed wounds ? Drarry ; Scorbus

Chapter twenty-five

«So?» Albus interrupted her.

They wouldn't have been at Hogwarts next year, so what was the problem?

«So I want you two to be careful. That's it» she whispered «I don't care if you two are together or not. Honestly, I should have imagined that you would have gotten... this close the first day, on the train-»

«Stop trying to be a good cousin, Rose» the young Potter complained, but then seemed to soften «Don't worry, okay? We'll be careful. We promise. Thank you for telling us anyway».

Scorpius turned his head to him and found himself thinking about his beautiful he was and about how lucky he was to have him.

He couldn't wait to find a way to break that damned curse.

«No problem. See you at the Borrow this summer, Al».

The last summer before I die.

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The ride back seemed longer than ever before, Scorpius didn't know why.

He was sitting next to Albus and in front of Michelle, who had been in the bathroom for more than half an hour now, and both Slytherins were starting to feel each minute more worried.

«Oi, Al, I'm going to check if she's alright, okay?»

The shorter just nodded and tried to give him a small smile of encouragement.

Before leaving the cabin definitely, Scorpius looked back at the raven-haired and found him staring outside the window. He seems so lost in his thoughts the grey-eyed thought, exiting the compartment meanwhile, I wonder what has gone on his mind these past two months. Maybe he's just worried of next year, of what we're gonna discover.

Or of not discovering anything and being stuck this way forever, not knowing what worse things the curse can inflict.

He had finally reached the Slytherin girls' bathroom and, not knowing what to do, he waited outside for five good minutes. Since nothing was happening, he started knocking at the door, pursuing when he received no answer.

Another fifteen minutes passed.

When he had almost lost his patience, he started hearing some noises coming from the inside.

Of someone throwing up.

Without having to think about it twice, he cast a quick "Alohomora".

Shock hit him hard.

«Go fucking away»

There was Michelle, sitting on her knees on the bathroom's floor in front of the toilet, her hair in a messy ponytail.

Scorpius noticed how two of her fingers were shining, covered by... saliva and puke.

Fuck. The realisation slapped him on the face. She induced herself to throw up.

«Michelle...»

She turned her head to him immediately and the blond noticed how red and puffy her eyes were, «I. told. you. To. Get. The. Fuck. Out.» she spelt, her voice angry but still raspy.

She fell back, sitting on the dirty floor and he felt numb at that sight, completely without words.

«How long have you been doing this?» the boy asked, his tone weak, worried like never before. Without reasoning, he entered the bathroom and closed the door behind his back. He sunk down on his knees in front of her, «It's just me, Michelle. You can tell me».