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Gone by The_seeker12
Chapter 7 : Trace
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Disclaimer: Al and Scorpius aren't mine. :(

Al and Scorpius (of course), wonderful CI done by enchantress @ TDA

“What is with you and reference sections?” I demand, turning to face Scorpius. “First archives, now this stupid library!” I make sure that my voice doesn’t go above a whisper, glancing around nervously.

He rolls his eyes. “They’re full of information is what,” he mutters, grinning slightly at me. “And information is what you want, right?”

“Well, yeah…”

“Then stop questioning me!” Scorpius says softly in a cheerful voice, glancing around to make sure some crazy librarian doesn’t come up and yell at us.

Trust me, after going to Hogwarts and having Madame Pince as your librarian, you get Anthro-biblio-phobia.

Or fear of librarians.

No, it’s not an actual phobia.

Scorpius gives me an odd look, as if he’s trying to decide whether I’m still sane or not. The answer to that is probably no, but we’ll blur the lines there.

“Are you… Muttering about fearing librarians over there?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at me wryly, but still smiling.

I blush slightly. “Heheh. Er… I didn’t know I was talking out loud. Whoops.”

Scorpius rolls his eyes and mutters, “All I heard was phobias. You keep track of all those?”

I nod slightly, feeling a blush heat my cheeks. “It’s this freaky habit. Grandpa showed me a book about them when I was eleven, and… Now I’m slightly obsessed. Yeah. It’s weird.”

Scorpius smirks that Malfoy smirk. “Weird, yes. And slightly cool.”

I roll my eyes at him. “I could give you a list if you wanted to listen,” I say rather sarcastically, but Scorpius brightens slightly.

“That would be fun,” he agrees.

I raise an eyebrow at him and then shake my head. “Alright-y then.” I start my long list as we walk to the recent history section of the library. “Euphobia, fear of hearing good news, Glossophobia, fear of public speaking. Ithyphallophobia the fear of seeing, Kathisophobia, fear of sitting down, Linonophobia the fear of string, Necrophobia, fear of death or dead things. Pedophobia the fear of children.”

I take a deep breath and add, “Oh, then there's my favorite, Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia, the fear of long words." Scorpius snorts slightly. I grin at him and add, "And that's still the longest word I've ever heard in my life."

He chuckles, and I am about to go back to my list when I realize we reached the history section. Fun.

Scorpius glances at me, still grinning at my quirkiness and asks, "One more, Al?"

I smirk and say, "Ophidiophobia. Fear of snakes." As I turn to the bookshelves I say, "We Slytherins sure are loved, aren't we?"

Scorpius begins to laugh.

I face the bookshelves fully, smiling slightly. I scan over a few books, chuckling as I realize almost all of the ones on this shelf are the books we used over the years in History of Magic.

I shake my head slightly and look to the next shelf, brushing my fingers against the book covers, feeling their ridges under my hands.

Scorpius joins me and peers at the bottom shelf, his eyes narrowed as he squints to read the titles.

I pick one off the shelf about the battle of Hogwarts and skim through it quickly, unable to find anything.

I notice that Scorpius has picked up a few books and is flipping through them, but from the grimace on his face I can tell that he’s not finding much.

I continue to pick books off the shelf until I’ve read about half and Scorpius has gotten through most of the others.

“Oh, Merlin,” I say with a slight yawn, glancing down at my watch and realizing that we’ve been here for hours. “I need a coffee.”

Scorpius grins at me. “I know a good coffee place down the street.” He looks in frustration at the books on the table and asks me, “Are we just giving up on all this, then?”

I look at him and shrug. “I can’t find anything.”

He nods slowly and, standing up and grabbing his bag, says, “I’ll lead the way.”

We sit at a small table in the corner of the café, drinking our coffee quietly. Sunlight sparkles in through a nearby window, making the air around us warm. I feel cozy and strangely content for almost the first time since Dad disappeared. I still miss him, of course, but in this quiet little corner, the rest of the world seems to fade away, leaving me in peace for now.

“So,” Scorpius starts, “It’s weird, because I know we’re friends, but sometimes I don’t feel like I know you all that well.”

I tilt my head at him. “Huh. I guess that’s true.”

He smirks at me and then slyly asks, “What’s your favorite color?”

“Uh, what?” I demand, his question taking me off guard.

Still smirking, he repeats, “What’s your favorite color? Come on, it’s like a stupid get to know another person question. Just answer it.”

I chuckle slightly. “Alright then. My favorite color is green. Slytherin green.”

He shakes his head at me tolerantly. “Or the color of your eyes.”

I fake a pout at him. “Emerald is a pretty color.” I flash a bad imitation of his Malfoy smirk and say, “And it’s an especially dashing eye color.”

He laughs slightly as I question in return, “Well, what’s your favorite color, my fellow Slytherin?”

His eyes get a faraway look and he says, “Sky blue.”

Now I really smirk at him. “Why, Mr. Malfoy, you couldn’t possibly mean the color of my cousin’s eyes, could you?”

He flushes and peers down at his coffee cup. “Of course not.”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” I snicker.

He looks at me, his eyebrows raised and mutters, “Well, that’s real mature.”

I look at him innocently (to which he responds by rolling his eyes) and then grin. “I know. I’m very mature. All the time. It’s just a gift.”

“And I’m Voldemort,” he retorts sarcastically, rolling his eyes at me once again.

I gasp, putting a hand to my heart, just being exceptionally overdramatic as I scoot back in my chair as far as I can go. “What? You are? Why didn’t you tell me? How cruel of you, he-who-shall-not-be-named!”

Scorpius glowers at me, his arms crossed over his chest. “Why do I hang out with you again?”

“I really have no clue,” I say with a shrug, trying not to burst with laughter.

He shakes his head at me and then says, “Next question then. Er, what’s your favorite class?”

“Divination,” I say with a small laugh. “But, seriously, don’t tell my Aunt Hermione. She’ll murder me in my sleep.” I glance at him. “Yours?”

He shudders. “I hate divination. How can you stand that subject?”

“I’m good at it,” I say, grinning. Then I ask, “What is your favorite subject?”

“Potions,” he says with a smile, causing me to shudder. He notices and smirks that smug smirk again. “I have straight Os.”

“Well. We should study together then!” I say cheerfully. “I teach you divination, you teach me potions, because I’m absolutely hopeless.”

He grins. “That’s cool with me. When we get back to school, that is.” He makes a face and says, “It’s summer. I’m not study right now.”

I wrinkle my nose, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, I know. Rose must be crazy to be studying now.”

Scorpius looks at me in alarm. “She’s studying already? For what?”

I shrug. “Everything. She’s always like that.”

“Bloody hell,” he mutters softly.

I snicker. “Yeah. Sucks to be in love with her, doesn’t it?”

He glares slightly at me, his silver eyes full of a strange, silent hope. “No it doesn’t. What sucks is that she doesn’t know I love her.”

I nod slowly. “Yeah, that would suck.”

He rolls his eyes at me. “And moving on from my love life… What’s your favorite song?”

“Hmm…” I mull over it for a second. “Well, my Mum is a huge Weird sister’s fan and I’ve heard a lot of their stuff… So, I think it would be… Do the Hippogriff.”

He laughs. “Spin around like a crazy elf, dancin' by himself.”

I nod, grinning. “What about you?”

He pauses for a moment, his brow furrowed and then finally responds with, “Higher by Creed.”

I stare at him for a moment, and he blushes, adding, “It’s Muggle song. I just find it… Inspirational.”

After a second of surprise (I mean, come on, a Malfoy’s favorite song is a Muggle tune? Uncle Ron would die if he knew that.) I nod slightly and ask, “Can I have some lyrics?”, just kidding around.

His expression is somber and he whispers, “Can you take me higher? To a place with golden streets.”

I lean back slightly, watching his face carefully. “It sounds inspirational.”

He nods slowly. “It’s about finding a better place. I suppose it always taught me how to hope, but now with Mum… It reminds me that she’ll be okay. In the end.”

I feel my heart melt. I keep forgetting how awful Scorpius’ life is. In this whole muddle of my messed up life, I always forget that his life is messed up too.

Quietly I mutter, “Wow. We’re just a seriously jacked up duo, aren’t we?”

Scorpius lets out a watery laugh and nods weakly.

I shake my head. Then I glance at my watch and jump to my feet. “I’ve gotta go. Or Mum’ll wind up giving me Social phobia.”

Scorpius rolls his eyes as he stands up. “And what does that one mean?”

“Fear of family members,” I murmur to him, slinging the strap of my bag over my shoulder.

He snickers. “I most definitely have that,” he says lightly, and though I sense something underneath it, something that isn’t as light-hearted as that sentence came off, I decide not to push him.

We walk out of the coffee shop and head off in different directions, both of us headed home. I take a silent moment to breathe in the warm summer air, to smile at the sunlight streaming in from behind a tree.

“See you later!” Scorpius calls over his shoulder as he waves to me, his silky, light blonde hair shimmering in the sunlight, silver eyes sparkling as he walks off down the street, the corners of his mouth turned up in a slight smile.

“Yeah,” I agree, taking off in the other direction as fast as possible so I can get home on time and not get yelled at by Mum.

She’s seriously scary when she’s angry.

She even beats out Uncle Ron when he’s yelling about how dirty, and despicable, and conniving, and blah, blah, blah, etc. the Malfoys are.

Trust me, neither are something that you ever want to see. I try and avoid situations like those with my life.

They’re freaky.

Author’s note: So… What’d you think? I love the lightheartedness of this chapter, it’s just so different. It makes me laugh.

All the Wotters will be in the next chapter, but we get some main interaction between Al, Rose, Hugo, Louis, and Teddy. :) We’ll also get a piece of Scorpius’s writing, and some Rose/Scorpius cutesy-fluffiness. And we find out something interesting about Scorpius…


I shrug back, smirking at him.

Scorpius glances at me and grins. “Now that,” he says, “Is an honorary Malfoy smirk right there.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Wow, I wonder where I picked that up from.”

Scorpius laughs slightly and leans closer to me, asking, “Were we looking for anything or are we just… standing here?”

“Standing,” I reply instantly, and he gives me an odd look, tilting his head to the side. I sigh when I catch the look. “I’m kidding, okay?”

I’ll get the chapter up soon. Thanks for reading. :)

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