#hptcc scorpius malfoy x reader

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scorpion king : scorpius malfoy x reader

request: omg so glad you’re taking requests again!! would you be able to write something where the reader asks the scorpion king to the blood ball (instead of polly 🤢)? hope you’re safe and healthy!!

a/n: i really, really hope u enjoy!! also this gif worked out mf perfectly so hd 

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Scorpius is confused, bewildered; he’s beyond exhausted.  The dark robes he wears itches against his skin, it’s too polyester and starched for comfort, and he aches for his familiar Hogwarts robes, or his wool cardigan; he needs something soft to remind him that there’s still light.

He’s stumbling through this world, this world that comes with nothing good and everything deranged.  He feels like he can’t breathe, because Albus is dead.  Harry Potter’s dead -- a scream cuts off his thoughts.  People are dying, here.

This Scorpius, Scorpius thinks while looking down at his hands, has killed people.  This Scorpius has tortured.

Yann Fredericks and Karl Jenkins confirm this, as they high-five him like he’s their friend.  Somehow they’ve forgotten about all the years they’ve taunted him, and belittled him, and spit on his books after scrawling “Voldemort’s son” in bold letters on the back of his trunk.

And then there’s Polly Chapman.  The same Polly Chapman, who has made it crystal clear that she wants nothing to do with either him or Albus.  Even though she’s never directly said a mean word to Scorpius’s face, he knows she’s downright awful to Albus, and suddenly an intense, bitter dislike churns in his gut.

Yann and Karl nudge him, quickly.  Scorpius looks up to see Polly staring at him, expectantly.  So she’s still the same, after all, still disinterested and cool.  But there’s something else there, too, and Scorpius realizes, with confusion, that it’s pride.

“What?” Scorpius ends up saying, because now his eyes have landed on something else, someone else, and he can’t breathe.  There, standing a little to the side of Polly, is you.  

He sags in relief and makes the motion to run to you.  Yet just as his eyes soften and he’s about to bolt toward you, Yann hisses in his ear.

“Hey, Scorpion King.  Are you taking her, or what?”

Scorpius doesn’t register what Yann’s said.  He’s focused on looking anywhere but Polly, and that means looking at you.  Maybe one of the reasons he can’t bring himself to run straight to you is because you’re not giving him your goofy smile, and as you lean against the wall, with your hair smooth and pristine, he realizes, disappointedly, that the smirk twisting up your lips is anything but familiar.

He catches the latter end of Polly’s sentence, “-- taking me to the Blood Ball.”

Scorpius is caught with disbelief.  He chokes.  “What?”  He looks at Yann and Karl, then finally back at Polly.  “You want me to take you to a ball?”  He shakes his head definitely, stepping backwards.  “No, no thank you.”

Polly blinks.  The tilt of her chin lowers, and her upper lip quivers uncertainly; “No?”  She recovers quickly, throwing an irritated look at Yann.  “What is going on with you?”  She sidesteps you and completely ghosts past, and maybe that’s because you’re clearly failing to stifle a giggle.

The three of them: Polly, Karl, and Yann leave, and Scorpius lets out a long breath of air.

He’s startled again, this time, by the sound of applause echoing through the halls.  “Wow.  Didn’t know you had it in you,” is what he hears, as he finally registers this as your voice.  “Rumor was that you’ve been obsessed with beautiful Polly Chapman for years.”  

Even with seeing the words leave your mouth, Scorpius still doesn’t recognize you.  Your voice cuts straight through the air, almost sultry-like, and it sends an uneasy chill down his spine.  You’re so different.  Half of him wonders if this is even you, or maybe, instead, some demonic half-twin that you’ve forgotten to mention.

“I didn’t believe it, though.”  You offer him a grin, but Scorpius is still not convinced.  “I’m going to shoot my shot.  Go with me to the Ball.”

A wave of exhaustion washes over him.  He stumbles, losing his footing against the floor.  He would be crashing any second, if you weren’t so quick to surge forward, catching his arm and gently draping it across your shoulders.  

When he meets your gaze again, he’s surprised to see genuine concern written across your features.  “You’re not alright.  You’re acting strange.”

Scorpius blinks, dazed.  “Is it that obvious?”

To add to his surprise, you laugh.  It’s almost gentle, again, and nothing like the way you’d been portraying yourself earlier.  “Yes, Scorpion King.  It’s very obvious.  For once in your life, you don’t seem like you’ve got everything put together.”

Ouch.

“I promise I’m more fun than Polly, though,” you tease, devilishly.  “I’d give you a good time.”

Scorpius flushes.  “Oh.  I didn’t --”

“Scorpius, please,” you sigh, rolling your eyes.  “Let loose, you’re so on edge.”

“You want me … to go to the ball with you?”  He blinks, and the words feel strange on his tongue.  “Like a date?”

You sigh frustratedly.  “I like you, you like me.  You don’t really like labels.  You haven’t for years.  But if that’s what you want, sure.”

Scorpius turns away from you after you say this.  He just misses you.  The real you.  The you that likes to jump-scare him before morning breakfast, and the you who stands up on your tiptoes to ruffle his hair because he grew so much over the summer holidays, (taller even than you!), and he misses the you that falls asleep with your head tucked safely against his chest.

“I’ve picked out a dress, you know.  It’s dark emerald, obviously, but it’s got some velvet undertones and black stitching.  We could match.  Be best dressed, win Blood Crown.”

Scorpius nods blankly.

It hurts him, pains him, to hear you say this.  It doesn’t feel right.  Not when he’s heard you tell him a million times that if you were to go to a ball, you’d wear a long black dress with gold stitching, and everything about this you is so much different than the other you he knows.  He just wants to disappear.

Nothing’s ever easy, is it?

He stands up quickly, ignoring your protests as he walks away from you.  And even so, walking away while knowing that the person he’s leaving isn’t really you, is still one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do.

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He sees you again, for real, this time, when you run into the Slytherin dorms and pull him into a huge hug.

This time he doesn’t see it, since it’s another of your infamous jump-scares.  But this time he’s slow to turn around, terrified that he’s done something wrong, and that this won’t really be you.  He won’t be able to handle the disappointment if that’s true.  Yet when he carefully meets your gaze, it’s nothing like he fears.  In fact, he can’t move.  He can’t breathe.

You’re glowing, radiating happiness as you say something with an infectious grin, and Scorpius can’t help but stare and try to memorize your features.

Lively eyes.  Soft hair.  Cute nose.  Soothing voice.

“Take a picture, Scorp,” you tease, poking him in the chest, “it’d last longer.”

Scorpius hums as he laughs, and half of him realizes that maybe, if that other you liked him, maybe this you would like him, too.

“Go out with me,” Scorpius blurts out.  “Please.  I don’t want to lose you again.”

Your expression blanks, and then toggles between elation and joy.  As quickly as that happens, your features soften as you register the rest of what he’s said.  “Scorp, I don’t know what happened,” you murmur, looking into his eyes, “but you’re not losing me.  Promise.”

Scorpius gazes at you uncertainly.  “Promise?”

You grin at him.  “I already told you.  I promise.  And yes, I’ll go out with you, you dummy.”

Scorpius smiles and wraps you into a hug, melting into you.  “I missed you so much.”

“Me, too.”

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Celestial : Scorpius Malfoy x Reader

request : hi!! could you maybe do a scorpius x reader imagine where in the alternate universe scorpius saw he was dating y/n, and now that he’s back he can’t get her out of his head? if you could maybe use the jonathan case scorpius, because that’s how i imagined scorpius!! thank you so much if you decide to do this!

a/n : i saw this request and i actually squealed because this is so cute xx

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The first thing Scorpius Malfoy notices when he walks into Hogwarts is that Albus now sports Gryffindor robes.  The second thing he notices, or rather gapes at, is you.

He walks through the corridors, his feet stumbling in midair as he runs towards the staircases adjacent to the Great Hall.  He doesn't notice anyone, no one except for Albus who stands on the third floor, eyes wide with recognition.  Scorpius can tell Albus’ frown from floors away, and the Potter holds up his red tie and tugs at it angrily.

The nasty time turner did it, made everything all wrong.  They wanted to save Cedric, but it had gone horribly wrong.  Albus was a Gryffindor for heaven’s sake.  And for Scorpius?  Well, he didn’t know yet.  But it couldn’t possibly be anything good —

“Scorp!”

A familiar voice rings through the halls, he turns his head to look at the staircase.  His gray eyes widen with recognition, his voice comes out in a squeak.  “(Y/N)?”

You’re here, but why’re you here?  He doesn’t think he’s seen you anywhere except near the Malfoy Manor during the summertime, when the breeze picks up and the sun shines along the meadow.

Your absence from his life isn’t unkind, you simply have other friends.  Other classes.  He just hasn’t been a key point of your life.

Scorpius blinks again, staring as you run towards him, a smile ghosting across your lips.  You fail to suppress it, and the sunshine spreads across your face and you shine.

He frowns again, because you don’t seem different.  There’s nothing wrong about you in this alternate world, and you look and seem exactly the same.  That scares him.

It scares him even more when you wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest.  He gulps and looks down at you, his eyes wide and arms frigid and still.

A few seconds pass, and he starts to melt.  He brings his arms to carefully rest around you.  

This is all new to him.  Of course Scorpius always wanted someone to call his own, but when the time comes to it, he has no idea what to do.  He has no clue whether he should say something now or break the hug.  He feels lost and absolutely terrified.

Still, that does nothing to quell the gentleness that begins to sink into the his heart as he watches you.  You look happy, happier than he’s ever seen.

You softly disentangle yourself from his arms, eyes meeting his in concern.  “Are you feeling okay?  You’ve been looking exhausted these past few weeks.”  You look down at your shoes.  “I’m worried you’re working too hard.”

A jolt of surprise rushes through him, and he stares at you in wonder.  Because all of it, all of what you’ve just said is true.  Scorpius feels tired, he’s exhausted.  All he wants to do is to take a break and simply breathe.

“I’m fine,” he finally says.  He stammers as you look up at him with hurt eyes and re-evaluates his approach.  “I mean you’re right!  But I’m okay.  Really.  Just, just tired.”

You twist your lips to the side.  “Okay.  Just get some rest please.  For me?”

Scorpius nods, and you seem to melt with relief.

“Do you maybe want to go to the astronomy tower?  I’ve always wanted to just sit and watch the sky but it’s always so crowded and —“ you falter off, staring at him hopefully.

Scorpius opens his mouth to say yes, but instinctively shuts his mouth and looks up to the third floor to see Albus shaking his head vehemently and vigorously pointing to his wrist as if to signal time still ticks.

He wants to go with you, but he can’t.  It almost pains him to have to leave.  “I’m sorry,” he begins,  “I’m so so sorry but I can’t.”

You nod and flush, pulling a smile.  “Yeah.  Of course, it’s fine.”

He feels horrible, guilt pushing at his stomach.  He’s surprised to hear his voice speak despite himself, and he nearly smacks himself.  “But how about tomorrow?  I’d like to go there.  If it’s special to you I want to go.”

You perk up at this and smile again.  Your eyes are deep and happy and he suddenly feels the urge to look at you for as long as he possibly can.  

“Thanks Scorp.”  You reach up to press your lips to his cheek.  “See you.”

He nods and smiles, ignoring the twinge that tweaks at his chest.  “S-see you.  Bye (Y/N).”  He holds up his hand in a wave and stupidly pushes it back down to his side, fiddling with his fingertips.

As soon as you’ve left he runs up the staircase.  His untied shoe laces patter against the stone steps as he runs, managing to trip him as he reaches Albus.

Albus simply grabs his arm and runs down the corridor, muttering something about them not having enough time.

Scorpius simply follows and runs.

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Things have fallen back into place.  Albus is back in Slytherin, and he and Scorpius are together again.  Delphi is going to Azkaban, the time turner isn’t their problem, and things are normal.  Everything should be fine.

But weeks have passed, and Scorpius still can’t stop thinking about the first few days in disrupted time when things were different.  He shakes his head, clearing his thoughts.  He can’t seem to get you out of his head.

At first he figured it was just some sort of thing that would go away.  He’s wanted to be loved since he was a little boy, and he supposes he’s in love with the idea of being loved.  Not you.

Yet he slowly starts to see you in the corridors as he shyly walks past, watching as you turn your head to smile at him and sometimes meet his gaze.

He starts to notice the small infinity rings that wind around your fingertips, the ghost smile that traces up your lips, the favorite pair of purple socks you sometimes sneak past the dress code.

And he realizes that he wants to learn more and more.

He’s walking through the courtyards this time when he musters up the courage to speak to you.  It’s a courage that stems from Malfoy the Unanxious.  If he can survive Delphi, surely he can manage to say a quick hello.

You’re alone when he bounds up to you, bouncing on his feet.  “Hi (Y/N)!”

You look up to stare at him, your lips breaking into a smile.  “Scorpius!”  You reach to hug him, yet flush and step back.  “How’ve you been?  I haven’t seen you in forever.”

Scorpius smiles, he laughs sheepishly.  “I know, I’m sorry.  I dunno, I guess I just thought you didn’t want to see me at school.”  He clears his throat and widens his eyes, his hands flying in the air.  “Anyway, I was going to head up to the Astronomy tower to do some homework.”  He pauses at this moment, his cheeks red and his heart pounding in his chest.  His fingers tighten around his book bag, he takes a deep breath.  “Do you want to come?”

You look up at him in surprise.  “You’re serious?”

Scorpius can feel his gaze slipping, he shrugs and stammers.  “No!  I mean yes.  I mean maybe?”  He pauses to breathe in, “I was just offering in case, in case you wanted to come.  It’s okay though.  It’s fine!”

He moves his feet to walk away until you run in front of him, your smile happy and eyes worlds away.  “No, no!  I’d love to go with you, I love astronomy.”  Your eyes refocus on him and you seem to sparkle with light.  “I love the way the sky looks at this hour, come on, let’s go!”  You grab onto his arm, excitedly pulling him towards the tower, chatting up a storm.

He follows and smiles and laughs as you tell stories about the constellations and what’s been happening at home.  And as he walks with you, he can’t help but think that you remind him just like a star, a star that could maybe, quite possibly light up his entire world.

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Glass (1/2) : Scorpius Malfoy x Reader

Part Two

Request : I saw Cursed Child in London last night and my lil heart nEEDS Scorpius fan fiction because he’s just so precious and sweet 😫 could I possibly request a fic where the reader is a hufflepuff, friends with Albus and Scorpius and she comforts Scorpius when Albus is shunning him?? Go as fluffy as you want!! I love the way you write btw! Thank you 💛

Word Count : 838

A/N : Oh wow!!! I am so jealous - that means you saw Joe Idris Roberts and Jonathan Case right?? I LOVE!! okay so I haven’t seen jonathan’s portrayal but I did this the best I could and I totally understand the feels so I wrote this as quickly as possible and I hope it reaches you in time!!  I thought this was so cute and the beginning is a little angsty but I promise the rest is pure fluff!! xx

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The staircase hums beneath your feet as it moves upwards into the air, gliding and swiveling.  You walk further and further up the steps, stopping only when you see him.  When you see Scorpius.

His head is held in his hands, his knees curled up to his chest.  And you can see him shaking, you can see him trembling.  You have only seen him like this once before.  The night his mother died.

He seems to sense someone standing before him, and his head snaps up.  It is a quick jarring motion, one that suggests he is merely a puppet being controlled by unseen forces above a stage curtain.  And as soon as he sees you, recognition washing away the grief in his eyes, his head lolls back down, the string slacking. 

There are tears in his eyes.  His lashes are wet with translucent glassy drops with pupils that are hazy like the sky on a foggy mid-morning.  You can feel the pain that is bottling inside him and splintering at his ribs, taking a toll on his fragile heart. 

You don’t say anything, you simply sit besides him.  Your arm comes up to wrap around his shoulders, your hand rubbing comfortingly up and down his back.

For a while he doesn’t move.  He simply stays curled up, his head in his hands, his body trembling quietly.

Three, 

two, 

one.

And like glass, he breaks.  He shatters.  He leans into you, his head falling onto your shoulder.  You can feel him crying, his tears sopping into the wool of your sweater.

“I don’t know what I did.” His voice is small, soft in hysterics.

You can feel your own heart stretching and pulling, and it hurts.  Your arms are wrapping around him fully now, squeezing him tightly.  “It’s not you.  You did nothing wrong.  Nothing, Scorpius.”  You shut your eyes, biting your lip.  “It’s not your fault.”

He is nodding now, still trembling.  The tears have stopped, but he is still shaking. 

It is a while before he begins to still.  “Thank you,” he says at last, tilting his head to look up at you.

The next day, the two of you are walking through the castle.  You are in the middle of explaining how your cat is now the color pink, when Scorpius freezes, his eyes widening with hope.

Albus is standing across from the two of you, his own eyes reflecting Scorpius’ expression.  Albus steps forward, his mouth opening as if he wants to say something, but he stops.  His mouth closes, he drops his eyes and his shoulders sag.  He wheels and turns the other way, practically running from the two of you.

Scorpius is still staring at where Albus has stood, his eyes beginning to wrinkle in hurt.  His back is stiffening, you watch as his jaw begins to clench.  And then all the tension leaves his body in a loud sigh, and he brings a hand to run through his hair.  “This is the worst,” he says, crestfallen.

You look at him with a pained grimace.  “I know, but it’s not Albus.”  You reach for his hand and squeeze it once.  “Albus wouldn’t do this to us.”

Scorpius looks up at you quickly, his eyes wide.  “So - it’s Albus, but it’s not Albus.”

You nod.  “Right.”  You pursue your lips, tilting your head to the side.  “It’s like, it’s like he’s under the imperious curse.  You know.  Like he’s being controlled!”

Scorpius seems to cheer up a little, yet you can still see an unresolved look in his eyes.  “Well,” he shuffles in his stance, looking up at you shyly, “even if Albus isn’t, I’m just glad you’re with me.”

You suddenly realize you are still grasping his hand.  You relax your grip, but he is still holding on. 

“Thank you, for that.”  He is rambling, his voice soft and melodic in you ears.  “I know you’re Albus’ friend too, so thank you for staying with me.  It means, it means a lot.  Really!”  

This last part is said so earnestly it is like the two of you have suddenly flipped roles. 

You blush, looking down at your feet.  “I’m always going to be your friend, Scorpius.”  You finally allow your gaze to travel up to meet his.  “Always, you hear me?”

He smiles now, he smiles so largely that his eyes wrinkle and he is grinning and it is so infectious that you find yourself smiling as well.  

“Okay,” he swings his hand, the one that is holding onto yours.  And he pulls you back into conversation, suddenly expressing keen interest into how exactly you managed to turn your cat pink.

And as the two of you are talking, you are fondly aware of the warmth that is wrapped around your fingertips.  You aren’t sure if he’s forgotten, or if he perhaps maybe likes you, but you don’t say anything, and neither does he, and you smile, simply enjoying the gesture that sends butterflies tumbling around and around in your heart.  

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Hey, idk if u write requests rn, but I just finished reading one of ur headcanons about albus s first date with reader and it was so good... My question is, could you write Scorpius x reader on a first date? Of all people who write about him yours is my favorite and I appreciate the effort you are putting into writing the characters and also it would be a great b day present! ❤️ Sending u all the best 💖

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a/n: hey love! happy birthday and thank you so so much for this sweet message u made me 🥺🥰🥰🤍 i don’t take requests but i wasn’t doing anything and wanted to write and u were just SO SWEET so i felt like making this for u and i hope u enjoy bb

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scorpius is head over heels

boy is in LOVE

he’s spent so long flirting with you in the only way he knows possible, which includes spending quality time with you, compliments that you can’t even tell are compliments, and just being the best friend he can for you because he cares for you so much

and when he finally pouted and went ‘screw-it!’ and decided to ask you out with (so much) enthusiasm, he couldn’t believe his luck when you nodded and said ‘yes’

scorpius has heart-eyes for the rest of his life

even if you said no he would be a little sad but still be ur friend and happy for you bc he just wants the best for you even if it’s not with him

but anyway, he wants everything to go perfect today because you’re such a wonderful person, and he just feels like you deserve the world!

the good thing is that you both have been friends first bc we all know how scorpius gets with strangers yikes

as you both walk around hogsmeade there’s an easy conversation that settles over the two of you

it might be a little awkward at first, because scorpius overcompensates for his anxiety by being over the top and more smiley and cheerful

but after a while his nerves settle down

and scorpius just can’t believe he can finally hold your hand

and it’s just like normal but better :’)

with you being able to spend time with your favorite boy and laughing and smiling because he’s just so SOFT and sweet and funny mayb a lil dork too but that’s okay u luv him

and so later when you press your lips to his cheek in a ‘bye thanks for the date’ type of gesture he blushes so bad

and ofc he retaliates by doing the only thing he does best

HUGS

scorpius wraps you in the biggest hug and then pulls back to grin at you with a huge smile

“i can’t believe i got so lucky”

you playfully punch his arm and call him a dork

and you both spend the rest of the day throwing snowballs at each other and laughing when the other bumps into someone or falls bc y’all are clumsy clumsy

and then you finish off the day by sneaking into the hogwarts kitchens and sipping hot cocoa

and maybe you brought a blanket

and maybe you shared it with scorpius as you both sat on the kitchen stools next to the fire place (´ ∀ ` *)

and maybe the smile he gave you made your heart go !!! WOOSH

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I have an obsession with Scorp 🥺🥺, knitting/crocheting with Scorp headcannon🥺🥺👉👈. I love the way you write, you are doing great sweetie

aww tysm bb i love you !!! muah

When you first see Scorpius after returning from winter holidays, Scorpius is all over the scarf he sees you wearing 

He won’t stop gushing about the colors, and how soft it feels, and demands you tell him immediately where he can buy one just like it.  He tells you there is no way that you got this from Hogwarts because it’s so pretty

“Is it a muggle store?  Because I don’t have any muggle money, but I will pay you back in love and affection!1!!!1! Promise, really!  And HUGS!”

Biggest mood of the year is his reaction when you tell him that no, you can’t buy this in a muggle store, because you made it.

His jaw drops (legit unhinged, i tell you), and he’s shocked silent

Then, as he starts smiling broadly, he demands (cutely) that you teach him how to make one.

He sits with you near the fireplace in the common room while it snows, and he listens attentively, eager to learn how to knit and also because he really just wants to impress you so that maybe you’ll give him some more attention 🥺👉👈

As he’s knitting you get a little too distracted with how mf cute he looks and don’t realize until it’s too late that he made a huge hole in the middle of his scarf, and now you’re gonna have to unravel all his precious work and his eyes go all wide and sad

But you help him count his stitches and make sure he’s not stretching the yarn too much, and then help him learn the pattern of slipping the needle through each stitch, then wrapping the excess yarn around, and finally pushing the completed stitch over the needle.

When you’re done, and after many long hours and nights by the fireplace, he has his scarf, and it’s a little messy but Scorpius LOVES it, and he’s so happy he peppers your face in kisses, and he wears it all the time

Brags about his scarf 24/7

“Oh this?  Yeah, (Y/N) helped me make it! (Y/N)’s awesome!

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Lock and Key : Scorpius Malfoy x Reader

request : Hello! I loved Glass so much and I was wondering if you could write another Scorpius X Reader where he and Albus are best friends with the reader (a Hufflepuff if you can) who’s really insecure about their friendship and then Scorpius pushes her away in order to keep her safe from something (that’s up to you) but then she gets caught up in it and gets hurt but it ends happy and she and Scorpius confess their feelings? I’m so sorry that was super complicated and it’s totally cool if you can’t!

word count : 1293

a/n : i’ve had writers block, so i hope this is okay, let me know what you think!  there’s a lot of cute fluff at the end, squee xx

also, i think this is a really really cool request so thanks for sending this in!  i focused more on scorpius but albus is also mentioned.

i love my boy scorpius so here’s another one for him 

thank you for reading! requests are open!

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It is here in the Quidditch pitch where it happens, it is here where you finally begin to doubt your sanity.  Perhaps it’s the little sleep.  Perhaps it’s the stress that’s eating at your brain, the nagging insecurities that are pressing in your heart and pulling away at your soul.  Maybe you’re finally going mad. 

But when Craig’s body jerks and falls limply to the ground, you stagger.  Those two words are ringing in the air, two words you’ve never have dreamed of hearing aloud.  They pulse in your ears, stinging with the silence that now stretches across the grassy field. 

Your eyes are blurry, you reach out for something, your body sinking to your knees.  You can see him clearly, Craig Bowker Jr, the cheerful Slytherin boy who always manages to sneak his green beanie past the school dress code.  The Slytherin boy who is now lying dead on the grass, eyes staring unseeingly up at the night sky. 

The woman who has killed him, silvery hair and lean awry arms, is standing over Scorpius and Albus, her wand brandishing in the air.  She is saying something mad, something about friendship and spares.

“Scorpius?” You say, your voice soft.  Confused.  “Albus?” 

When the blond turns to stare at you, you aren’t quite sure what you feel.  There’s an obvious anger that runs through your veins, a fury that presses at your heart and thrums achingly in your head.  But beyond that there is a sadness, a feeling of worthlessness.  He’s cut you down, he’s pushed you away.  In a way it makes sense, you could never have been worth something to him. 

But the look in his eyes, it’s a look of fear.  A gaze merged with panic, of absolute terror.

His head is shaking, he’s trembling and he tries to stand up, his hands wound together with thick vines. 

The woman turns around now, a wicked smile pressing at her lips.  She holds something golden in between her fingertips, the moonlight glinting off the chain.  But it can’t be, it nearly looks like a time-turner.  A time-turner, a device that’s been destroyed by the ministry years ago. 

“Pity,” she begins in a faint drawl, her eyes softening in mockery.  “I thought one would have been enough to convince the two of you.  And such a good-looking one too,” she frowns. “Pity.” 

Her wand raises, her eyes flash dangerously in the dark.  You can see the words forming in her mouth, the laughter maniacally echoing in the dark. 

“No!” Scorpius lunges forward, toppling backwards as the woman stretches out a hand, repulsing him with surprising reflexes.

“No, I swear we’ll do it!” Scorpius is desperate, his eyes crazed.  “Just leave her alone.  Leave her alone.”  His voice is raspy, high and terrified.  And suddenly it is like something inside of him snaps, his voice comes out in a strangled whisper.  “Please.” 

The woman cocks her head, pivoting on the tip of her foot.  “Albus?”

The Potter says nothing, his eyes still staring at Craig.  Eyes that are full of guilt.  Horrifying, overwhelming guilt. 

You are reaching for your pocket, reaching for your wand.  But your fingers are clumsy and you are so tired, so tired. 

“Crucio!” 

The pain is something that stretches from the tips of your toes and curls the edges of your spine, attacking the nerves wound in your brain.  It bashes and tears and slices at your skin, and your eyes widen, a scream breaking from your lips.  Perhaps your scream is what does it, you’ve never thought it possible for you to scream like that. 

It feels like you are falling backwards and you can hear Scorpius’ voice in the distance, befuddled and muggy in your mind.  There is a flash of light, blinding light, and then they are gone.  And you are falling backwards, your body finally hitting against the grass, lying eerily next to Craig. 

It is the white light that returns now, your mind peacefully blank.  There is a whispering in your ears, a whispering of the wind, no - a whispering of voices.  It sounds strangely like Scorpius?

The white begins to haze, you feel a panic trace up your fingertips.  Your name floods back to your mind, you try to remember where you are, what’s happening. 

The white is clearing away, you can see the faint outlines of starched curtains, the white bed-sheet that is cuffed to your torso.  The white outline of Scorpius’ hair. 

And suddenly he is shouting, standing up, “she’s awake!”  He turns back to you and his hands are reaching to cup your face, reaching down to squeeze your arms.  He sputters, shoving his hands back in his pockets, his cheeks flushing.  “Did I hurt you?  Are you okay?”

You are still staring lazily up at him, your eyes wrinkling.  Your eyes are adjusting to the light, adjusting to the expression that is clearly laced upon his face.  And as you study him, something jolts in your heart.  He’s, he’s crying?

“It’s all my fault,” he chokes out pathetically, shaking his head.  “I can’t believe you’re hurt, I’m so sorry, so sorry!”  And he’s shaking, shaking with relief, shaking with guilt.  “I thought you were dead, I thought if I pushed you away you’d be safer and then if you’d died last night you’d have died thinking I hated you and I don’t hate you — I love you and,” he pauses to breathe in a deep breath of air, “I’m so sorry and I understand if you won’t forgive me because I can hardly forgive myself and —”

“Scorpius,” you breathe out, your voice crinkled and sore in your throat.  “You told me you didn’t care whether I lived or died.”  Your hand moves up to your forehead, you let out a long, tired sigh.  “You,” your voice starts to quiver, “you said you didn’t want to see me again.” 

Scorpius screws up his face and bites his lip, his hand resting underneath his chin.  “Well yes, that was a bit dramatic,” he falls back onto the chair, “but I had to.  I had to, (Y/N).  I needed to protect you,” he covers his face with his hands.  “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know, I didn’t know it would hurt you that much.  I, I didn’t even think you would care about someone like me.”

Despite your wavering lucidity, you can easily hear the soft insecurity, the quiet pain behind his words. 

“I do care,” you say finally, too tired for malice.  “I care about you a whole fucking lot, Scorpius.  That’s why it hurt.” 

Scorpius is too astounded to act wounded, he simply stares at you with wide eyes and lips that part quietly.  “What?” 

You can feel a slight tug at your lips.  “I fancy you a lot.”

“You, you do?”

“Of course I do.” You wrinkle your eyes as a unpreventable smile pinches your cheeks.  “Idiot.”

“Oh.” Scorpius finally grins, his cheeks flushing a light pink.  “Well I love you.  And it’s okay that you don’t yet, but I do.”  He stands up and begins to twirl around, laughing.  He falls back onto the chair, throwing his arms around you.  “I’m so happy,” he mumbles.

He springs back upright, his eyes wide.  “You’re not hurt, are you?” 

You shake your head, eyes sparkling.  “I’m a little hurt you stopped hugging me.  Other than that, fine.” 

Scorpius trips over his legs as an irritated Madame Pomfrey finally brushes past him, a disapproving glare directed towards his jumpy figure.

“Get out.” She sniffs, pointing to the door.

Scorpius shrugs, a goofy grin pulling at his mouth.  “Bye (Y/N)!” He nearly skips out of the hospital wing, his eyes brimming with uncontainable happiness and relief. 

[imagineitup]

oranges : scorpius malfoy x reader

request : can you do a scorpius x gryffindor!reader (fifth year) who is albus’s sister, and he wants to ask her out? thank you!!

a/n : alright so i re-edited this (8/16/20) and i changed it to a gender neutral reader and also changed the writing because i didn’t like how i did it before, so haha, enjoy the new version! muah 

When Scorpius collapses onto the sofa with his bottom lip held between his teeth, he widens his eyes and stares up at the ceiling.  It’s obvious that he’s deep in thought, and gears turn and whir softly in his mind.  “Albus,” he finally says, contemplating something back and forth, “I’m not sure I love Rose any more.”

Beside him, Albus sits up, eyes glowing with amusement.  He laughs mirthfully.  “You mean to tell me, you’re not in love with Rose?”  Albus raises his voice, miming a disgustingly love-struck tone that Scorpius is quite offended Albus is using in the first place, “the Rose Granger-Weasley?  Okay, pause.  Who are you, and what’ve you done to my best friend?”

Scorpius scowls, reaching for his foot to throw his shoe at Albus’ head.  But he misses wildly, the shoe arcing way to the right, and Scorpius frowns as his shoe thumps loudly onto the stone floor. 

Albus snickers.  It starts off softly, then grows louder and louder until Albus is clutching his stomach and nearly falling off his seat. “What a throw.  Think you could nearly be a Chaser with that one.”

But Scorpius hums, still blinking owlishly at the ceiling.  He merely shrugs.  “You know, I think I’m in love with (Y/N).”

Beat.  Albus’ mouth drops open; he stares at Scorpius.  “What?”

Scorpius doesn’t seem to notice, his expression still dazed and lazy.  A faint smile rests atop his lips as he clutches his hands together.  “(Y/N)’s beautiful Albus.”  He pauses, thinking back and forth.  “Did you notice (Y/N) smells like oranges?”  He traces little circles in the air.  “The nice oranges, I mean.  Like tangerines.  And, and citrus and clementines.”

Albus scowls.  “No,” he starts, his voice sharp, “I most certainly did not notice that they smell like oranges.”  He grimaces, his gaze flickering from Scorpius to the window, then Scorpius again.  “I’m not sure what to say,” he says, albeit a bit awkwardly, “this is my sibling, with my best friend.”

“Rose is your cousin,” Scorpius reminds Albus, trying to be helpful. 

Scorpius, is, in fact, not helping, and Albus tries to stifle an exasperated laugh.  “Not the time, Scorpius.”

Scorpius shrugs, teasing.  “Either way, we’ll be related.”

Albus stands up immediately.  “Scorpius!”  He grabs Scorpius’ shoe from the ground and starts whacking him on the shoulder with it. 

“Agh, sorry!” Scorpius yelps, tucking his head further into his turtleneck sweater.  He peeks his eyes up cheekily, an innocent smile resting on his lips.  

“Ugh,” Albus groans, “We’re setting rules.”  He abandons Scorpius’ shoe, first dusting his hands across Scorpius’ sweater, and then paces back and forth, mumbling stuff underneath his breath.  “Of all the bloody things, why this?”  He whirls around in one sudden motion, as if realizing something, and points an accusatory finger at Scorpius.  “First off, no talking about them in front of me.”  He shudders, pressing at his ears,  “I don’t need to hear about them smelling like, like oranges. Gross.”

“Oranges are good,” Scorpius points out.  “Oranges make you ... happy.”  

Albus raises an eyebrow.  “Really?  Did you hear anything that I just said?” 

Scorpius winces like he’s been wounded.  “Alright, go on.  Fair enough.”

“Secondly, this better not affect our friendship.”

Scorpius stands up, too, wide-eyed.  “You’re my best friend, Albus.  Nothing’s going to change that.”

Albus rolls his eyes, crossing his arms and attempts to stop a smile from tugging at the corner of his mouth.  “You sap.  Finally, if (Y/N) hurts you --”

“Yes, yes, that’s important.  If I do anything to hurt them, I give you full permission to skin me alive.  Or kill me.”

Albus frowns.  “Huh?”

“I promise I’ll treat them right.  I wouldn’t dream of hurting them and --”

“No!” Albus groans, running his hands over his face.  “Oh my god, you’re so ... ugh.  What I was saying before I was interrupted,” Albus snides, “is that if (Y/N) hurts you, then you shouldn’t take that either.  Because you’re my best friend, and I’m still going to have your back.”

Scorpius freezes, his mouth parting.  “Erm Albus, aren’t you supposed to give the protective brother speech to me about not hurting them?  Because I think you’ve got it wrong --”

“No.  I know you, Scorpius.  You wouldn’t hurt a fly.”  He scowls.  “For heavens sake, you compare people you like to bread and oranges because they’re both things that make people feel happy and warm.” 

Scorpius laughs, hesitantly, the sound awkward and unsure.  “So, just to be clear, you’re ... you’re actually okay with me asking (Y/N) out?  Like, I’m not overstepping?”

Albus humphs, crossing his arms again.  “I don’t control (Y/N)’s love life.  But I mean, I guess.”  He smirks.  “Well, don’t think too much ahead.  This is only if (Y/N) says yes.”

Scorpius throws his other shoe at Albus. 

Scorpius meets up with you the next day in the hallways, smiling brightly.  He’s all too aware of the nerves that are making him bounce in his heels, but he’s just too blinded by your smile and the way you make his heart turn soft in your hands.

You’ve had his heart for a while, now, actually.  And he doesn’t mind letting you keep it. 

“Scorpius!  What’s up?”  You’re grinning, waving at him.  “How’s my loser of a brother doing, huh?”

“Albus is great!” Scorpius laughs along with you, beaming.  “And I’ve got something to tell you,” he finally murmurs, letting his nerves slip the words out before he thinks too much about it. 

“Oh?  What is it?” 

Scorpius takes a deep breath.  It’s now or never.  He lets his eyes meet your gaze, and then he steels himself, fingers digging into his palms.  “Will you go out with me?”  He blinks, gently holding out a flower to you from behind his back. “I, erm, saw this in the greenhouse and thought you might like it.  I hope it’s alright.”

Scorpius feels like the seconds between his words and your answer are eternity.  He can feel the doubt creeping through his mind and the way the flower seems to weigh in between the two of you, and he almost breaks the spell and turns away until he notices the smile growing at your lips and the twinkling in your eyes.  

“I’d love to!”

Scorpius falters.  He stumbles, then flushes furiously and regains his composure, an endearing expression enveloping across his face.  He grins, now, all traces of nervousness gone.  “Really?” 

“Really, really.”

“I’m going to be honest with you,” Scorpius murmurs sheepishly, “I don’t really know what to do next.”

You laugh, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek as you grab his hand.  “Come on, there’s a Hogsmeade visit planned today.  We’re going.”