Fanfiction: How Our Hearts Met
How Our Hearts Met
James/Scorpius, rating: pg, words: ~650, romance
My heart knew his before we were born.
We should have been born on the same day, but I was born two months early. My parents were expecting a Halloween baby. Unfortunately, Mum tripped and fell down the Burrow stairs when she was six months along.
When she went into premature labour, the Healers stuck her in bed and told her not to move. Even with constant bed rest and medical supervision, Mum gave birth to me early on August 31.
My heart was weak, my lungs were small, and my tiny hands could hardly grasp anything. I lived in the hospital for the first three months of my life. I fought hard, and I made it.
I met Scorpius when he was twelve hours old. It was Halloween night. He was admitted to the infants ward for jaundice. Our nurses liked to talk and would hold us next to one another while we were fed. My vision was poor, and I could only see six inches in front of me, but I knew he was there.
My first memory is finally seeing his startling grey eyes.
~*~
My eyes met his across a crowded platform.
I knew those eyes. They had haunted my dreams ever since I could remember. I had always imagined I would fall in love with the person they belonged to, but he was a boy. How could I love him?
I pondered that as I boarded the train. Finally, I concluded that it didn’t really matter. Uncle Charlie loved a boy. I could love Scorpius. I introduced myself with a nod and a smile. Scorpius smiled back and my heart fluttered.
We were separated by a school year, but our hearts were still bound.
~*~
My lips first touched his in the Great Hall.
It was hard being friends with someone a year younger than you. It was almost impossible when they were also in a different house.
Scorpius and I worked it out. We spent a lot of time in the library and out in the courtyard. As the years passed, we started to sneak into each other’s dorms, sleeping in each other’s beds. The Gryffindor’s glared when he showed up in our common room, and the Slytherin’s snarled when I ate at their table.
Once Scorpius was a third year, we would go to Hogsmeade together. My heart is still weak, so I would watch Scorpius’s Quidditch practices. He would give me the peace I needed to read in return, curling up next to me on the couch or bed until I set the book aside to look at him.
We never discussed being gay. No one ever asked us about it. One day, as we came back from Hogsmeade, I turned to Scorpius and kissed him, right in the middle of the Great Hall.
He blushed and kissed me back.
~*~
My soul joined with his the year we turned eighteen.
It was inevitable. When I finished Hogwarts before him, we both had a miserable year. We missed each other dreadfully, but the only time we could meet was holidays and Hogsmeade weekends. As soon as his N.E.W.T.s were over, he moved into my flat.
We fought a lot. I would leave my dirty clothes on the floor. He refused to let me buy Muggle appliances. We didn’t care. As long as we had each other, we were content to be miserable together.
We had a short bonding ceremony during the Christmas holidays so my siblings could come. Our families supported us, even though they hated each other. Mum cooked tonnes of food, and his dad paid for the alcohol. We happily got smashed and snogged under the mistletoe.
And that night our souls, lips, eyes, and hearts met at the same time.
James/Scorpius, rating: pg, words: ~650, romance
My heart knew his before we were born.
We should have been born on the same day, but I was born two months early. My parents were expecting a Halloween baby. Unfortunately, Mum tripped and fell down the Burrow stairs when she was six months along.
When she went into premature labour, the Healers stuck her in bed and told her not to move. Even with constant bed rest and medical supervision, Mum gave birth to me early on August 31.
My heart was weak, my lungs were small, and my tiny hands could hardly grasp anything. I lived in the hospital for the first three months of my life. I fought hard, and I made it.
I met Scorpius when he was twelve hours old. It was Halloween night. He was admitted to the infants ward for jaundice. Our nurses liked to talk and would hold us next to one another while we were fed. My vision was poor, and I could only see six inches in front of me, but I knew he was there.
My first memory is finally seeing his startling grey eyes.
~*~
My eyes met his across a crowded platform.
I knew those eyes. They had haunted my dreams ever since I could remember. I had always imagined I would fall in love with the person they belonged to, but he was a boy. How could I love him?
I pondered that as I boarded the train. Finally, I concluded that it didn’t really matter. Uncle Charlie loved a boy. I could love Scorpius. I introduced myself with a nod and a smile. Scorpius smiled back and my heart fluttered.
We were separated by a school year, but our hearts were still bound.
~*~
My lips first touched his in the Great Hall.
It was hard being friends with someone a year younger than you. It was almost impossible when they were also in a different house.
Scorpius and I worked it out. We spent a lot of time in the library and out in the courtyard. As the years passed, we started to sneak into each other’s dorms, sleeping in each other’s beds. The Gryffindor’s glared when he showed up in our common room, and the Slytherin’s snarled when I ate at their table.
Once Scorpius was a third year, we would go to Hogsmeade together. My heart is still weak, so I would watch Scorpius’s Quidditch practices. He would give me the peace I needed to read in return, curling up next to me on the couch or bed until I set the book aside to look at him.
We never discussed being gay. No one ever asked us about it. One day, as we came back from Hogsmeade, I turned to Scorpius and kissed him, right in the middle of the Great Hall.
He blushed and kissed me back.
~*~
My soul joined with his the year we turned eighteen.
It was inevitable. When I finished Hogwarts before him, we both had a miserable year. We missed each other dreadfully, but the only time we could meet was holidays and Hogsmeade weekends. As soon as his N.E.W.T.s were over, he moved into my flat.
We fought a lot. I would leave my dirty clothes on the floor. He refused to let me buy Muggle appliances. We didn’t care. As long as we had each other, we were content to be miserable together.
We had a short bonding ceremony during the Christmas holidays so my siblings could come. Our families supported us, even though they hated each other. Mum cooked tonnes of food, and his dad paid for the alcohol. We happily got smashed and snogged under the mistletoe.
And that night our souls, lips, eyes, and hearts met at the same time.