Put Your Curse In Reverse [Part 2]

Chapter 4 - Curse

"We'll just have to wait until they fall asleep," Albus whispered.

Scorpius yawned. His eyelids felt terribly heavy, and Albus was warm, and the pillow had already perfectly formed to the shape of both their heads. He nodded, but deep down, he just wanted Albus to stay.

"Okay...I'll—" he yawned "—wait with you."

Albus's eyelids drifted shut. "Okay..."

Scorpius snuggled down into the blankets, still warm from their shared body heat. He rolled over onto his right side automatically, his eyes drifting shut and his mind slowly and steadily sinking towards unconsciousness. He had a series of sleep-soaked, hazy thoughts as he drifted off: Albus's bat-bogey hex, son of Voldemort, the way their hands had brushed on their walk down to the Slytherin common room, the feel of Albus's hands on his chest and the softness of his mouth...

"Where the hell is Albus?" Omri asked.

He vaguely comprehended the question, but was half-asleep and couldn't find it in himself to care.

"Three guesses, two words, if you don't get it on the first try, I'll hex your stupid arse," Malcolm hissed back.

"Easy. 'Not here'." Omri shot back. "Idiot."

"...Damn it. Not the two words I was thinking, but true nonetheless," Malcolm said fairly.

"What two words were you—"

"Would you two shut up before I glue your lips shut?" Saul snapped. "Every bloody night. Every night! I hate my house."

"Cool, Saul."

"Psst...Sig...wake up..."

"No!" Saul hissed. "Don't wake him!"

"But..."

"No."

Finally, silence. Until:

"Scorpius's bed. Those are the two words, Omri, you oblivious idiot," Malcolm sniggered.

Scorpius thought he may've heard somebody getting hexed, but he was asleep before he could comprehend much of it.

He was burning up and drenched with sweat when he woke. He could hear shuffling as his dorm mates rose. The room was a warmer green, thanks to the few sun rays able to pierce this deep into the lake. The sparse rays always glittered on the walls this early in the mornings. Most noticeable of all, though, was the reason he was sweating: he wasn't alone.

Albus had either fallen asleep before their dorm mates did or had decided not to leave. Scorpius's heart automatically picked up pace as he took stock of Albus. His body was curled around Scorpius's, chest to back, hips to bum. Albus's face was pressed into the back of Scorpius's neck, and his arms seemed to be in uncomfortable positions: one thrown limply over Scorpius's waist, another wedged beneath their heads. Scorpius didn't remember cuddling up like this before bed, but at some point he must've encouraged it, because they were wrapped up too tightly for it to have just happened on its own during sleep. Scorpius needed the toilet, but the thought of moving was laughable. There were too many lovely things about their current position, and besides; he wouldn't mind drifting back off for a couple more minutes of sleep.

He did just that. He slipped in and out of his dreams as all his dorm mates gradually rose and headed down for breakfast. Once he was certain that they were alone, he stretched and regretfully disentangled himself from Albus. Albus stirred seconds later.

"Ugh..." he groaned. He lifted the arm that'd been beneath them, but it was an odd, floppy movement. His green eyes shot open a moment later. His arm dropped back to the mattress like it was full of rocks. "Damn it! Ouch!"