What if? ~ Scorbus

3 ~ Hogsmeade

A.N: This chapter contains an offensive term about halfway through and again a bit further. I would never say this personally, but I needed to, so the story can progress so I just wanted to apologize in advance.

Thanks

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3 weeks later ~ Albus' POV

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"Scorpius! Wake up!" I called up the stairs to the dorm. It was Saturday and today was the first Hogsmeade trip of the year.

"Yeah! Coming!" Scorpius yelled back.

I walked over to the large mirror on one wall, making sure I looked okay. I had a black shirt on with frayed skinny jeans and a grey jumper on. My Slytherin scarf hung around my neck and the hat was on my head. My fringe was showing beneath the edge. I swept it to the side and tidied it up, as it was slightly messy. (fringe check (wrong fandom)) 

As soon as I was sure I looked fine, I paced over to the fire started at the crackling flames.

I started thinking about Scorp. His eyes. His smile. The way he laughed so cutely. 

What the fuck?? What's happening to me?! 

I was so confused that the sudden voice startled me. 

"What a so interesting about the fire?" 

I spun around and saw Scorpius standing with his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing a light green jumper and grey jeans. He had a grey beanie hat crammed onto his head. It was adorable. Wait, what? What did I just think?!?! 

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I forgot to reply to Scorpius. He rolled his eyes, smiling. That smile. It takes my breath away every time.

"Let's go!" He yelled, excitedly, since I still hadn't replied.

"Oh...Yeah. Okay!" I said back, regaining my cool.

Scorpius grabbed my arm and pulled me out the room, not seeing the blush forming rapidly on my face.

My arm prickled where our skin touched. It wasn't a bad feeling, just weird.

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When we finally arrived in Hogsmeade, It was almost twelve, so we decided to go to the three broomsticks for Butterbeer and something to eat.

We sat at a table and talked about school and O.W.L.S. Scorpius tried to bring up the topic of Rose, but, every time he did, I would change the subject until he no longer talked, or tried to talk, about her.

We were there for, roughly, another fifteen minutes when, suddenly, the boy from our dorm showed up.

"Hey, guys! fancy seeing you here!" He said, his voice drenched in sarcasm.

"What do you want?" I hissed.

"Oh, sorry...Did I interrupt your date?" He asked, getting some laughs from nearby tables.

"I'm warning you," I said, my voice raising.

By now almost half the place was staring at the commotion we were causing. I saw people nudging their neighbours, pointing and laughing.

"Look, why don't you just leave us alone...please?" Scorpius tried to diffuse the situation.

"Sticking up for your boyfriend, are you? You faggot!" (sorry sorry sorry sorry) My vision started to swim and, before I knew what was happening, I had the boy by the front of his shirt, his nervous face only inches from mine.