Post by Rachael on Nov 18, 2011 16:53:25 GMT -8
Title: Why'd I Let You Talk Me Into This?! Part 4
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Warnings: None
Summary: Scorpius...and Albus...
“You were watching us on the pitch,” Albus said matter-of-factly, shoving Scorpius, semi-roughly, down onto one of the benches in the Slytherin-Stands.
“I....well...I...I...I mean, I wasn’t...I...”
“Don’t try to deny it,” Albus said, sighing in frustration even as he took a seat next to Scorpius. Scorpius struggled to disguise his sudden inhalation when he felt the heat of Albus’ side near him, the heat so intense after the training that he could feel it penetrating his arm. “Look, Scorpius,” Albus continued, causing Scorpius to shiver, “I don’t want to sound like some tyrant, but I don’t think you should observe our training sessions anymore.”
“I –”
“Don’t interrupt, please, Scorpius.” Scorpius snapped his jaw shut instantly, sitting in silence. “I understand,” Albus said, “you love Quidditch; I always see you at the matches, rooting for Slytherin. You’d love to tryout, but you’re afraid of what your father would say if you failed. I get that...but you’re also friends with Rose, and you’re a talkative one when you’re with here. I’ve seen you with her, barely letting her get a word in.” Oh, Merlin, he’s noticed me, Scorpius silently exclaimed, wondering if Albus could hear his racing heart.
Rose’s words popped in to Scorpius’ head. Snag the Snitch. “I...” Scorpius began quietly, decidedly not looking at the muscular Slytherin beside him. “I wasn’t...I...wasn’t watching you...guys...because I love Quidditch,” Scorpius admitted softly.
“Then why were you there?” Albus asked, just as quietly, his chocolate tones rising with curiosity.
“I...” Scorpius said, turning his head. But seeing Albus looking at him, he lost his nerve. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll try not to come watch the next time Slytherin have their training session.” Scorpius rose from the bench.
“Scorpius, wait!”
But he didn’t wait; he left. He hoped Albus would leave it at that.
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Warnings: None
Summary: Scorpius...and Albus...
“You were watching us on the pitch,” Albus said matter-of-factly, shoving Scorpius, semi-roughly, down onto one of the benches in the Slytherin-Stands.
“I....well...I...I...I mean, I wasn’t...I...”
“Don’t try to deny it,” Albus said, sighing in frustration even as he took a seat next to Scorpius. Scorpius struggled to disguise his sudden inhalation when he felt the heat of Albus’ side near him, the heat so intense after the training that he could feel it penetrating his arm. “Look, Scorpius,” Albus continued, causing Scorpius to shiver, “I don’t want to sound like some tyrant, but I don’t think you should observe our training sessions anymore.”
“I –”
“Don’t interrupt, please, Scorpius.” Scorpius snapped his jaw shut instantly, sitting in silence. “I understand,” Albus said, “you love Quidditch; I always see you at the matches, rooting for Slytherin. You’d love to tryout, but you’re afraid of what your father would say if you failed. I get that...but you’re also friends with Rose, and you’re a talkative one when you’re with here. I’ve seen you with her, barely letting her get a word in.” Oh, Merlin, he’s noticed me, Scorpius silently exclaimed, wondering if Albus could hear his racing heart.
Rose’s words popped in to Scorpius’ head. Snag the Snitch. “I...” Scorpius began quietly, decidedly not looking at the muscular Slytherin beside him. “I wasn’t...I...wasn’t watching you...guys...because I love Quidditch,” Scorpius admitted softly.
“Then why were you there?” Albus asked, just as quietly, his chocolate tones rising with curiosity.
“I...” Scorpius said, turning his head. But seeing Albus looking at him, he lost his nerve. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll try not to come watch the next time Slytherin have their training session.” Scorpius rose from the bench.
“Scorpius, wait!”
But he didn’t wait; he left. He hoped Albus would leave it at that.
