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Love, Life, Death, Tears, and A blood-red Rose by The_seeker12
Chapter 6 : Plans and Newspapers
Rating: MatureChapter Reviews: 8

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Disclaimer: I don't own Scorpius, James, or Draco....

“You know how the time flies, only yesterday was the time of our lives.
We were born and raised, in a summer haze,
Bound by the surprise of our glory days…”
—Someone like you, ADELE


Scorpius and Draco, wonderful CI done by rojia.

The next morning I awake to a knock on my door. I stumble out of bed and open the door to find my father.

I nearly choke. “Um… Dad, what are you doing here?”

He shuts the door behind him and, without saying a word, drops the day’s Daily prophet on my table.

I read the title and feel my face pale.


“Shit,” I mutter, staring at it. “Shit, shit, shitshitshit.”

My Dad stares at me for a moment. “You knew all along, didn’t you?” he asks me quietly.

I glance up at him. “Of course I did,” I say, biting my lip and glancing back down at the paper. “I’m the one who diagnosed him.”

My Dad sighs slightly. “Scorpius, you know how bad cancer is don’t you?”

I glare at him. “I studied Muggle medicine for six years, Dad. What kind of idiot do you think I am?”

He shakes his head and looks at me in exasperation. “I mean do you know what it’s like for their family… The people who love them.”

“Well… course not,” I say, my eyes narrowing. “How would I know?” Suddenly, something occurs to me. “How would you know?”

My Dad sits down on the couch slowly and finally says, “Before I met your mother… I dated a Muggle girl, you know that?”

I shake my head slowly, staring at him with wide eyes. Where the hell did this come from?

… And Dad dated a Muggle girl? What the—?

“We were together for a year. She got cancer about halfway through.” He looks down and clears his throat. “She… She died.”

“Oh,” I whisper, unable to think of anything else to say. My voice chokes in my throat as I try to think of a response. Dad sighs slightly.

“Scorpius,” he murmurs, “You know that I never really wanted you to be friends with the Potters, but…”

“But what?” I ask, glancing up at him. Our silver eyes flash together and he smiles slightly, sardonically.

“They’re good people. I suppose I was always jealous a little bit of Harry. Even the Weasleys. They always did the right thing, and I was never able to. It just… Bothered me.”

I raise an eyebrow and he smirks at me.

“The hat wanted to put me in Gryffindor,” he admits at last, still smirking. “I begged it not to because I knew my parents would kill me.”

“I told the hat to put me in Slytherin,” I say, “but it didn’t listen to me.”

Dad shrugs. “Ravenclaw was a good fit for you. You were always so… Mature and… Oh, I don’t know… All of that crap they care about.”

I snort. “Thanks, I guess.”

Dad grins at me. “You’re welcome. I guess.”

I laugh, and think how distinctly strange this conversation is. Dad and I were never exceptionally close, but I don’t think I’ve ever had a conversation with him like this.
It’s nice, actually.

He turns to leave and as he opens the door, calls over his shoulder, “By the way, the Weasley girl, Rose…”

I whirl to look at him. “Wh—what about her?”

Even though his back is to me, I swear, I can hear his smirk in his voice. “I think she’s very beautiful too.” I bite my lip, and he continues, “If you love her, don’t let her slip away again.”

I’m pretty sure I hear him mutter mockingly, “Us Malfoy boys are good at that,” but I’m not quite sure.

I could be imaging that.

Or not.

Dad shuts the door behind him and is gone. I shake my head to clear it.

My life just keeps getting more messed up.

Merlin, if this is your idea of a sense of humor, I don’t enjoy it. Just thought I’d let you know.

I get dressed after a long, warm shower and take off to St. Mungos, my thoughts still a muddled mess.

Although, I must admit, the first thing I see when I step through the doors makes me want to laugh.

Amelia is yelling at Julian, something about how much of a sick bastard he is and some more profanity, which surprises me slightly, because that’s not like Amelia at all, and then she reaches up and slaps him quickly before storming off.

As I pass Julian by, he looks up at me, confused. I grin and lean closer to him, muttering in his ear, “That I told her to do.”

I turn to leave, but call over my shoulder to him, still grinning slyly, “Don’t think you can blame everything on me, Julian.”

And then I go upstairs to my office, trying not to laugh. After a few hours of working on papers, there is a knock on my door, and I open it to reveal James, who looks slightly out of breath and miffed.


“Sorry I’m late,” he says, sitting down in the chair across the desk. “It took forever to escape my family and get out of the house.”

I chuckle. That sounds exactly like James’s family.

After a long pause James finally asks, “What do you think I should do?”

I take a deep breath and shrug. “The thing is, I’m not entirely sure. I haven’t ever treated cancer before, just studied it.” James bites his lip as I continue, “The best bet is probably 5-fluorouracil, the mix of chemo and radiation, but it probably won’t be able to get rid of the cancer. Just give you more time and… Er, make the quality of the time you have left better.”

James sighs slightly, his shoulders drooping. Then he looks up at me with wide, child-like, trusting hazel eyes. “Does it hurt?” He whispers softly.

“Yeah,” I breathe back. “From what I’ve heard, it does.”

James looks down at his hands and then up at me. “What’s the point anyway? I’m probably going to die anyways.”

I glare slightly at him, raising an eyebrow. “Stop being so pessimistic.”

James groans slightly. “Sorry, sorry. I just—I dunno. Everyone’s telling me I only have three months left, blah, blah, make use of it, and then they sit there and watch me like hawks.”

I roll my eyes. “I think hawks would be a little bit of an overstatement.”

He shakes his head furiously, his hazel eyes widening. “My family won’t leave me alone. I don’t think they understand… Yeah, I don’t want to die, but if I do I don’t want them watching and clinging to me. It’s freaking annoying.”

A slight smile slips across my face and James glares slightly. “James,” I warn, watching him carefully.

He sighs. “Fine. Let’s try it. I don’t see any other option.”

“Alright.” I pull out a piece of paper and scribble information on it quickly, and then lead James to the door.

He looks at me in exasperation as I continue to walk with him. “I know how to get to the exit. You know that, right?”

I smirk slightly at him. “Yeah. It would be sad if you didn’t. I’m going to go talk to Amelia.”

He blinks and glances at me. “Amelia… She was the girl you were with at the party last night, right?” I nod and he continues, questioning, “Are you dating?”

My face must be pretty good, because he snickers and adds, “Or not.”

I shake my head. “No, Amelia’s like my sister. She was dating my assistant, Julian Nott, but at the party he snogged some other bird.”

A sympathetic look crosses James’s face. “That’s sad,” he murmurs. “And foolish. Why would anyone do that to her?”

I smile slightly, a plan forming in my head, and say, “I dunno. Amelia’s so sweet. She’s nice, and smart, and all that stuff guys care about.”

James makes a face at me. “You’re a guy too, dolt.”

I roll my eyes slightly, shooting him a look that reads, obviously. “I know, it’s just… I’ve been in love with Rose for so long…”

He smirks at me this time. “Ha. Sucks for you.”

I roll my eyes. We reach the front desk and James follows me to Amelia. She looks up, spots James, and smiles.

He looks slightly dazed.

I try to hide a grin. Amelia’s smile does that to everyone, but James looks so incredibly gob smacked…

“Hey, Amelia,” I greet her, and she turns to me, smiling still. James still looks slightly faint behind me.

“Hi, Scorpius,” she says back, and then turns to look at James, her silver eyes glistening. “James.”

“H—Hi,” he says, and I can barely hold back my laughter. James stuttering? Over a girl? That’s a new one.

I glance back at him and smirk, and he glares at me. He glances at Amelia again, and she smiles faintly at him. His cheeks tinge red.

“I—I should go,” James murmurs and takes off out of the building, pulling his jacket tighter around him, Amelia watches him go, confused.

“What was that about?” She asks, her dark grey eyes gazing at me, a question lighting them.

I shake my head, laughing. “Nothing. It was nothing.”

Amelia glances at me, but then turns to watch James leave, a slight smile gracing her face.

And I let myself smirk. I’m going to win this one. Just watch me.

Author's note: Well, here's chapter six of this one. Kinda short and sweet, but that's okay.

I hope you all enjoyed. :) A review would be nice.

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