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ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-05-14 10:54 pm
ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-05-14 10:54 pm
Imagination (Albus Severus/Scorpius, PG-13)
Title: Imagination
Author:ayane_tsurugi
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Albus Severus/Scorpius
Word Count: 385
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Scorpius has need for a vivid imagination.
Author’s Notes: Written for Week 2 at Next Gen Drabbles on LJ and counts toward the prompt "envy" for my 100 Quills Albus Severus/Scorpius table.
Scorpius Malfoy allowed himself to be pulled up another set of stairs, into the most abandoned part of the castle, Karina Finch-Fletchley looking back after every few steps as though to make sure he was actually still there.
He sent her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. This was the second time he’d made this journey with her, and he wasn’t any more into it this time than he was the last. Of course, he’d still act like it. He’d lay back on the conjured pillows with her, kiss her back, let his hands wander where he knew she wanted them to, make promises of future rendezvous’ he knew he shouldn’t.
He’d done this dance before, with several different girls, each less interesting to him than the last. And yet he continued, because he always knew, after a while, he could imagine the face he was touching, the lips he was kissing, belonged to the right person. He did it because he knew that it would never be his best friend, Albus Potter, leading him up those stairs.
Scorpius wasn’t stupid. He knew there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d ever be in the place of one of those girls he saw Albus with, pushed up against the alcove wall with Al’s hands on either side of her head. It was scene he’d witnessed too many times for him to have even a whisper of hope left.
Hopelessness would never stop him from imagining, though, so he dutifully held Karina’s hand and followed her down the long sixth floor corridor to the empty classroom she had told him before was her favorite. He knew the pillows would already be set up, that she had been hoping this would happen from the moment she heard the Slytherins were having another party.
Another wave of guilt crashed into him, but he quashed it quickly. He knew it was wrong to mess with the girl’s emotions, to get her hopes up as he was, but this was something he needed to do.
He never saw his best friend, whose eyes followed him from the doorway of another classroom he’d already passed, smile sadly before turning back to his own date, wishing he saw Scorpius’ face in place of hers, ready to imagine just what he needed to.
Author:
ayane_tsurugiRating: PG-13
Pairing: Albus Severus/Scorpius
Word Count: 385
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Scorpius has need for a vivid imagination.
Author’s Notes: Written for Week 2 at Next Gen Drabbles on LJ and counts toward the prompt "envy" for my 100 Quills Albus Severus/Scorpius table.
Scorpius Malfoy allowed himself to be pulled up another set of stairs, into the most abandoned part of the castle, Karina Finch-Fletchley looking back after every few steps as though to make sure he was actually still there.
He sent her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. This was the second time he’d made this journey with her, and he wasn’t any more into it this time than he was the last. Of course, he’d still act like it. He’d lay back on the conjured pillows with her, kiss her back, let his hands wander where he knew she wanted them to, make promises of future rendezvous’ he knew he shouldn’t.
He’d done this dance before, with several different girls, each less interesting to him than the last. And yet he continued, because he always knew, after a while, he could imagine the face he was touching, the lips he was kissing, belonged to the right person. He did it because he knew that it would never be his best friend, Albus Potter, leading him up those stairs.
Scorpius wasn’t stupid. He knew there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d ever be in the place of one of those girls he saw Albus with, pushed up against the alcove wall with Al’s hands on either side of her head. It was scene he’d witnessed too many times for him to have even a whisper of hope left.
Hopelessness would never stop him from imagining, though, so he dutifully held Karina’s hand and followed her down the long sixth floor corridor to the empty classroom she had told him before was her favorite. He knew the pillows would already be set up, that she had been hoping this would happen from the moment she heard the Slytherins were having another party.
Another wave of guilt crashed into him, but he quashed it quickly. He knew it was wrong to mess with the girl’s emotions, to get her hopes up as he was, but this was something he needed to do.
He never saw his best friend, whose eyes followed him from the doorway of another classroom he’d already passed, smile sadly before turning back to his own date, wishing he saw Scorpius’ face in place of hers, ready to imagine just what he needed to.