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Aug. 21st, 2009

Story: Future In The Past

Author: mayberry_rose

Characters: Albus Severus/Scorpius

Rating: PG-13

Prompts used: All of them ;)

Warnings: Pre-slash, boys cuddling

Disclaimer: Not mine

Summary: A gift, a goodbye, and a hope for the future.

Notes: Yup, I thought the Carnival ended last week. And - for now at least - Beautiful Thing is over. But this little fic could be seen as a prequel, if you squint - the boys are young, and they have everything ahead.  

Again, the Carnival has been fabulous. Thank-you :)


Al tries to stay awake. As the Hogwarts Express steams towards London, he yawns, and pinches the back of his hand, and tries to pay attention to the conversation going on around him, but it's no good. His stomach is full after a few too many slices of cake at the end-of-term Feast; the train compartment is warm with the approaching summer heat. His head keeps lolling onto Score's shoulder, and the rhythmic rocking of the train and the soft hum of his friends' voices lull him to sleep.
Al wakes with a start, unable to quite understand his surroundings. He's knows he's warm, and comfortable, and when he shifts a little he finds that someone has their arm wrapped around his shoulders. "Score?" he mumbles, caught between confusion and dazed hope. His best friend of four years isn't usually one for too much physical contact, although in this last year Al's started to notice that changing; he was already the only person Score was really tactile with, but since the start of this year Score has started hugging him more, and cuddling up to him on the sofa in front of the fire, and walking close enough in the corridors that the back of their hands brush.
Scorpius doesn't seem to notice what he's doing, but Al finds that he can't help but be aware of it. It all fits in with the dreams he's started having about Score, and the way he's started to notice when that one strand of hair that's a little too long falls across Score's eyes, and the way he wants to tuck it back behind Score's ear himself. It all fits together, Al knows, but somehow he can't work out what it fits together to make, and then Score smiles at him and he forgets to worry.
"Al?" Score whispers back, "You awake?" Al blinks up at him from where his head seems to have found it's way onto Score's shoulder. "Yeah," he mumbles, only half-sure that he's telling the truth, and Scorpius smiles at him.
"We're at the train station," he whispers fondly, smiling just a little like he always does when Al's too tired to understand him. "Time to go."
Al looks around the now near-empty compartment for confirmation, pressing a little closer to Score before he starts to stand. He shakes off his frustration at himself for falling asleep, for wasting the chance to talk to his friends - to talk to Score - on the journey, when he knows that he won't see most of them for an entire summer. Al tries to smile when his best friend stretches out a hand to help him to his feet.
When they drag their trunks down from the racks overhead, they head out into the corridor to join the stream of students heading off the train. Score looks out through one of the windows, and they aren't close enough to touch, but Al feels him stiffen nonetheless.
"Score?" he asks, setting down his trunk, "What's wrong?"
His friend shrugs, and there's a little tremble in his voice when he says, "Nothing. Just, my Dad doesn't look too happy." 
Al joins Score peeking out the window, and sees Score's Dad standing on the platform. He's dressed all in black robes, his expression tight, and his blond hair is pulled back into a pony-tail. Al knows that he shouldn't really be scared of his best mate's Dad, but Uncle Ron sometimes talks about Draco Malfoy, and the things he says are terrible.
"Come on," Score says, suddenly pulling him back into an empty compartment, and Al knows him well enough not to argue.
"What's up?" Al asks, setting his trunk down before he turns to face his best friend. Score's hair is mussed, and if Al didn't know him better he'd say he was blushing.
"Just... Wanted to say goodbye to you," Score says carefully, and something in his tone makes Al keep his mouth shut, stops him asking why Score couldn't have just said goodbye to him on the platform. He steps closer.
"I," Score says, "Ah... Got you something." He leans round to dig in his schoolbag, slung over his shoulder, and pulls out something cupped between his hands. He opens them, fingers parting to reveal a pale blue flower lying in his palm, delicate, the petals a little crumpled around the edges. Score leans over to place it in his hands, and Al realises that it's not just a Muggle flower; a shiver of magic goes through him as he touches it, Score's magic, familiar and safe. "Charmed it to last," Score says quietly, and Al knows that James would tease him for the rest of his life if he knew how he felt right now, but his throat is tight as he stares at the flower in his palm.

"What's it called?" Al whispers, and when he glances up he's positive that Score really is blushing. "Um," he says, glancing away, "A forget-me-not." Something in Al's chest flutters a bit, and he stares down at his hands and tries not to feel immensely relieved by the fact that maybe Score, too, has little niggling concerns about the future, about them getting older and their lives changing, about whether they can handle whatever comes at them and stay friends.

He glances up to find Score staring at him, nipping at his lower lip like he always does when he's nervous, and tilting his head to the side. The picture he makes - his stance, his expression, his defined features and pale, messy hair - make him look like a character out of the old black-and-white films they watch in Muggle Studies, the ones that remind Al of pensive memories on film, mostly without sound.

Al swallows hard, stepping forward, and throws his arms around Score to hug him tight. "Don't be thick," he whispers, still a little choked, "I'll never forget you." He feels Score's hands curl into fists at the back of his robes, feels him laugh unsteadily. He wishes he had something to give Score, something better than the letter in his pocket, the one he means to send to him over the summer but - impatient - has already started to write. He clutches Score tight instead, turning his head so he can smell the vague clean scent of his shampoo, whispering, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Score says, swaying a little back and forth on his feet, so that he's rocking Al with him. Al smiles, feeling... Safe. Fleetingly, he wishes that he could just spend the whole summer here, with Score, where he's always belonged.


The train whistle startles them apart, and they grab their trunks and rush out onto the platform before it moves off. Score helps Al lift his down onto the platform, and on impulse Al glances round to check that their families haven't seen them, dragging Score over to stand behind a pillar.

 "I'll keep asking my parents if you can come over when we get back from our holiday," Al promises, "okay?" Score nods, but he's nipping at his lower lip again and Al can see him glancing back and forth towards where Mr. Malfoy is standing, and he wishes so desperately that Score could just come and stay with them. "Alright?" he says, resting a hand on Score's shoulder, jumping when he hears a voice behind them. 

"Aw," it cooes, "Parting is such sweet sorrow."
"Stuff it, Flint," Score snaps, and Al glances around to see the Slytherin, a boy in their own year, smirking at them. He widens his eyes in mock shock when Score gives him the finger, and then turns away.

 "Idiot," Al mutters, rolling his eyes, and Score grins at him. "Yeah," he agrees, and his hand comes up to mirror Al's, resting on his shoulder, and then they're hugging again. Al can't believe how much he's going to miss Scorpius, how much he misses him already, even before they've parted. He knows that it's a bloody girly thing to think, much more so to actually say, but - but Score's fingertips are brushing up against the back of his neck, and his breath is warm on Al's throat, and when he feels Score start to rock them back and forward again he whispers, "I'm going to miss you so much."

 "I'm going to miss you too," Score whispers back, and his voice sounds a bit rough, and when they hear Al's Mum's voice coming from nearby - as they pull away - Al thinks he feels Score's lips brush whisper-soft against his cheek.


 "There you are!" Lily's voice exclaims, and Al should have expected it, but still he jumps.

 "See you later, then," Score says quietly, the words just what anyone would say. Score is staring into Al's eyes as he says them, though, and when he moves back his fingers brush against the inside of Al's wrist, and Al lets Lily drag him away with the touch still etched into his skin.

 He goes back to his family with a blush on his cheeks, and an inexplicable hope singing through him, and a crumpled flower in his pocket - the forget-me-not, delicate and perfect, and already more than one kind of magic.



( 10 comments — Leave a comment )
Aug. 21st, 2009 11:26 pm (UTC)
Aw, this was adorable. I ♥ pre-slash, it's always so cute. :D

I thought it was over last week too, so don't feel bad. :)
Aug. 22nd, 2009 10:27 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you :D Me too, I don't write it often enough!

Heh, glad to know that I wasn't the only one :)
Aug. 22nd, 2009 06:00 am (UTC)
oh wow, this was really lovely :)
are you going to continue it?!
Aug. 22nd, 2009 10:28 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you :)
Heh, I would love to, but time is short. Maybe for next year's Carnival?
Aug. 22nd, 2009 06:57 am (UTC)
Eeep <3

So sweet!
Aug. 22nd, 2009 10:24 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

Aug. 22nd, 2009 05:58 pm (UTC)
kawaii!!! :D so cute, i adore it!!
Aug. 22nd, 2009 10:25 pm (UTC)
Heh, thank you very much :D
Aug. 22nd, 2009 11:50 pm (UTC)
Al's emotions were so palpable. I loved when he woke up snuggled against Score--all warm and safe.

Very sweet and wonderfully written.

(I thought last week was the end, too... sigh)
Aug. 24th, 2009 03:24 pm (UTC)
Thank you very, very much :D

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