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What About Us? by TheHeirOfSlytherin
Chapter 1: What About Us?
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"I hate this!"
Scorpius put his elbows onto the table and covered his face in his hands, allowing a loud groan to escape his lips. His dirty blonde hair was stuck up at odd angles from running his hands through it in frustration numerous times and his t-shirt was creased from where it had been grabbed by the boy in front of him.
Hugo paced the room, his hair also messed up, and shot Scorpius one of many glares. His arms were repeatedly folded over his chest and thrown back to his sides. His face was red with anger.
"I hate this," he repeated. "I hate that you're letting everyone think you're dating Rose when it's actually me. I hate that Rose is going along with it. For you. What about me, Scor? What about what I want?"
Scorpius lowered his hands forcibly, hitting the table, and stood up. "What do you want me to do? Tell me please, I am dying to know!"
Hugo pointed a finger at him and jabbed him in the chest, his eyes narrowed. "I want you to tell them the truth." He lowered his hand slowly, all trace of anger gone and sorrow taking it place. He threw his arms up, taking in the joined lounge and kitchen of the apartment they were currently in. "We practically live together, Scorpius. Are you telling me no one ever asks? Do you not tell them it's my apartment you come to?" Scorpius looked down and his guilty look told him everything, even though he knew the truth any way. "They just assume you stay at Rose's. But what if they see her and they know you lied, what do you tell them?"
"No one has ever asked me that," he muttered. Scorpius moved closer and placed his arms around Hugo. He tried to pull him closer, but Hugo pushed him back. "Hugo, please -"
"No," he snapped, cutting him off. "I have had to do this, to listen to you lie about our relationship and go along with it, for three years. I can't do this any more. I can't."
"What are you saying?" Scorpius asked slowly. He moved forward and took hold of Hugo again, placing his hands on each side of both the brunet's arms. This time Hugo didn't object or pull away. Scorpius lowered his head, breathing in his scent, and rubbed his nose against his cheek. He kissed his neck.
Hugo turned his head to face him and looked him in the eye. "I'm saying that I love you." Scorpius' eyes widened, his breathing sped up and he loosened his grip on Hugo's arms, enough for him to move back. "That answer was enough. I love you, and that's why I have to let go. I can't lie anymore."
Hugo moved to the front door and opened it, stepping back and almost hiding behind it. "Please go."
Scorpius grabbed his jacket and made his way out. He stopped just outside of the door and ran his hand over his hair one last time. He turned around just as Hugo shut the door on him.
Scorpius placed his hand on the door, made a fist, knocking it loudly against the door. Hugo ignored it, he knew he would, and he opened his hand so his palm was against the door again. He moved forward, his forehead leant on the wood. "What about us?"
He knew the answer from the moment Hugo had said he was letting him go; it was over. For real this time. Hugo wouldn't come back like he always had done. But he had to ask, he always asked. Pushing himself away felt like the hardest thing in the world, but he managed it, and Scorpius walked away.
Scorpius sat with his elbow propped up against the table and his chin cupped into his hand while he glared out in front of him. Guests who noticed him stared back in confusion, saying nothing, though most just payed him no attention. For that he was grateful.
He faked a smile when Teddy locked eyes with him, but only because he felt bound to pretend for his cousin; it was his party, after all. Wedding, he mentally scolded himself, actually hearing Victoire's voice in his head telling him off. Teddy looked away, shaking his head, not buying Scorpius' excuse for a smile, not that Scorpius really blamed him. Teddy wouldn't make him talk about it, even though he knew there was a reason for the young Malfoy's distress (Ted was always good at knowing when something bothered him); he was thankful for that, too.
He turned to the head table on the transfigured stage at the back of the gazebo in the garden of his family home, protected from the harsh weather, to the chair he would be occupying very soon, the one besides Teddy. For some unknown reason he had been appointed the best man, despite reassurances that Teddy had friends and other family who would be more than willing to have the job - reassurances he voiced only to his father. He suspected it had something to do with his Grandmother Narcissa and Aunt Andromeda. They refused to accept that the ex-Gryffindor had a better relationship with Draco than with him. Apparently, that had been a shock to hear for Harry Potter and the others, considering the lack of any type of relationship Draco had had with Teddy's mother, Hugo had told him.
Hugo. A lump formed in his throat, but he forced it down and focused on his task. It hadn't been so bad; helping to sort tux's, planning a bachelor party, which wasn't allowed to be talked about to anyone by anyone, and hearing Victoire nag every time he called the wedding a party. The only thing he dreaded was the best man speech. He clasped his hand to the inner pocket across his heart, making sure said speech was still there.
"Are you alright?"
Scorpius looked up. "I'm dreading this speech," he answered. "How... How are you?"
Rose scoffed, knowing exactly what the blond wanted to say. "He is okay, I guess. I can't be sure; he only talks to me when family is around. But I'm only talking physically; he eats and sleeps... Sometimes. Enough to not cause suspicion anyway."
"What do you mean you're only talking physically?" Scorpius asked.
Rose shrugged, trying to be casual so no one would suspect their conversation, but he could see how much she struggled to reply. "He's devastated, Scor, and it's our fault. We have to fix this."
"Can't you -" she faltered. "Can't you tell them? Your family?"
The sound of silver hitting glass could be heard, stopping whatever Scorpius might have said to her. They turned to the table, seeing Teddy hit his champaign glass with a spoon. "Can everyone take their seats please?"
"Just think about it," she whispered and took his hand. Scorpius looked down, then away and saw Hugo watching them. The look on his face broke his heart. Rose was wrong; devastation didn't begin to describe it. He released his hand from her's quickly and made his way to the table, leaving her to trail behind, confused.
Once he was seated, he poured himself a glass of champaign, downed it in one and refilled it. He barely noticed Teddy's speech, welcoming everyone and thanking them for coming, nor Bill Weasley talking about letting his daughter go. He zoned out completely when Rose stood up as maid of honor.
Teddy elbowed him lightly and Scorpius rose slowly, glass in hand. He placed his free hand over his heart, ready to grab his speech, then decided to leave it. Using his wand, he magnified his voice. "You'll have to excuse me if I'm terrible; I'm an only child and my only other cousin is female, so I've never been a best man before. I did make Albus promise me a few years ago, but after today, I'd understand if he changed his mind."
He paused briefly when the guests began to laugh. "I guess I'm not that bad." More laughter. "Anyway, when Ted first told us he was getting married, I didn't expect him to ask me to stand with him. Honestly, my first thoughts when he told us was 'I wonder how James Potter is going to make me look like a total idiot' because he was obviously going to get the job. But I think it went well, all things considered."
Scorpius turned to Teddy for confirmation and he pulled a face, rememering the bachelor party. "Hey, make that look all you want; people enjoyed that night. Not naming names - James." This time the laughter was mixed with confusion, as most had no idea what had happened. James raised his glass in the air in salute. "And some people did look like a total idiot, thanks to him. Again, not naming names - Me."
Scorpius placed his hand on Teddy's shoulder, squeezing affectionately, and changed the subject back to his cousin. "Despite our difficult relationship, which I blame only on the age difference," Ted nodded in agreement. "I'm so glad you listened to our grandmothers' advice and asked me; there is nothing I would rather do than stand with you on one of the most important days of your life and watch you marry the woman of your dreams." He looked down at the crowd. "I have to sound cheesy, it's her party. Sorry, wedding."
He laughed along with the guests, as Teddy rubbed her back reassuringly. He saw her lips curve into a small smile from the corner of his eye. It felt like an achievement. "Congratulations, both of you. You deserve each other."
Teddy stood up, shocking Scorpous by giving him a hug, something they hadn't done since he was a young child, and he hugged back tightly. "Thank you," he whispered. Teddy pulled back. "When do we get to see you and Rose up here?" He said loud enough for the guests to hear.
Scorpius rubbed the back of his neck, feeling awkward. He saw Hugo, who was near the front with his family, stiffen. "No offense, but if my family wanted me to get married here at home, it's going to be in the ballroom inside the house, not outside in this horrendous weather. Or any type of weather."
He watched Hugo's face fall; even now he couldn't seem to say it. He turned to Rose, could see her try to plead with him to tell the truth. Hugo stood up and, despite his mother's protests and his father try to sit him back down, walked away, out of the gazebo and into the rain.
Rose caught his attention. "Now, before you lose him forever," she mouthed.
"I have to say," he said, making Teddy sit back down. "That you really won't see me up here, not with Rose anyway." It worked; Hugo stopped, standing half drenched in the rain, and listened to his words. "Truthfully, Rose became a friend at the beginning of school, due to Albus and Teddy. Now, she is one of my best friends, I don't know what I'd do if she weren't in my life. But a friend is all she is, all she ever was and all she ever will be... Maybe that'll change in the future, but not in the way you think."
He finished his glass, unsure how to continue, but once he opened his mouth again, he couldn't stop the words from coming out. "Everyone assumed we were dating and we just stopped correcting you; it wasn't anyone's fault, it just happened. It didn't bother us what you thought, because we knew the truth. But it did bother the person I was dating. That person broke up with me last week because of it." He never took his eyes away from Hugo and he got the feeling people were beginning to notice; they were turning to him too, darting their eyes from one man to the other.
"I can go to Rose for almost anything and she'll be there. She'd have been perfect for me if I were straight." The room was silent, apart from a small gasp coming from his mother. He turned to his parents. "I'm sorry, but that's not who I am. I've been with one guy for three years."
Scorpius sidestepped the table, got off the stage and made his way across the garden. "You were almost there, though; right family, wrong sibling. Last week he told me that he loved me and, before he walks away in the rain and leaves me forever, he needs to know that I love him too." He stopped in front of the youngest of the Potter/Weasley family, just inside of the tent, afraid to go any further. "Always have, always will."
Everyone's attention was completely on them now; Victoire had stepped down from the stage and followed with Teddy close behind her, wanting to hear everything. Their parents and other immediate family members were close behind. They were the show and Hugo's answer was the finale.
He scoffed, angry with him. "Did you really think that saying this now will make me forget the last three years?" He yelled over the rain. "Why couldn't you have said all this then?"
"Because I was afraid," Scorpius answered immediately.
"But you're not anymore," he guessed sarcastically.
Scorpius shook his head, correcting him. "I'm terrified. Of losing you. I don't want to lose you because I was stupid and scared. You mean everything to me. I love you, Hugo."
Scorpius felt like a weight had been lifted, just saying those three words, it was the greatest feeling. He watched Hugo try to fight the smile that threatened to show and failed. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting or you to say that," Hugo said, running his hair back, wiping away the rain; he never moved from his spot. "I love you, too."
With a gentle push from Rose, Scorpius ran to him, the rain soaking him. He grabbed the boy as soon as he got to him, pulling him closer, and pinned his hands to Hugo's waist. "Even after these last three years?" He whispered in his boyfriend's ear. "After all this time?"
Hugo lifted his head up to reach his lips, hovering. "Always."
Hugo brought Scorpius' lips to him, kissing him as though they wouldn't see tomorrow, and Scorpius returned it with enthusiasm. They parted for air and to smile at one another before reattaching their mouths to each other's, ignoring the onlookers.
Teddy stood beside Rose and leant against the metal pole keeping the tent in place. "Well, it's about time," he told her, chuckling.
She stared at him in surprise. "You knew?"
"Of course I knew," he replied. "Scorpius may talk to you, but Hugo talks to me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think Draco needs assistance."
He nodded his head towards him and Rose saw that the man in question was holding his wife up, who seemed to have fainted. She couldn't help but laugh. "Good luck. I love when you plan things, Teddy!"
She watched Teddy walk away, she watched the guests talk to one another about what had happened, she watched her parents argue about 'another one of their children dating Malfoy', and then she watched her brother and her best friend make out in the rain, happier than she'd ever seen them.
She turned to Victoire, who had made her way beside her. "If only the universe would grace me with a guy who would proclaim his love and kiss me in the rain. I wouldn't say no."
A/N: That last line is the most random ending I've ever written. LOL. I hope you enjoyed this. It was the cliche of kissing in the rain, it had to be joined with the cliche of fainting. :P
"After all this time" "Always" is from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, belongs to JK Rowling. :)