A Hero's Son Fallen [PG-13]
Title: A Hero's Son Fallen
Name: dorothy_in_oz
Prompt: #042:
"When I go forwards you go backwards
and somewhere we will meet."
-- Radiohead, "Electioneering"
Prompt given by: Anonymous
Word Count: 527
Betas: Toto
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: First person. Written for the_ass_fest's Quick Fest.
Summary: Albus has made a mistake, and he is hiding from Scorpius.
I sit here, looking at the stars, trying to block out the noises around me as I think about a myriad of things flying through my mind all at once. I remember what has just happened, groaning when I realize that I might have made the biggest mistake of my life.
I just tried to kiss you.
And you have stepped back, as though shocked by my weird demand of a different kind of attention. Every time I try to find a reason to throw at you when you finally find me hiding in this dark corner, all I can come up with is I love you. I'm sure you won't appreciate the underlying truth, nor the irony that a Potter has fallen for a Malfoy. But what did you expect, after everything we have been through?
I go forwards. I am always the one jumping in without thinking, living up to the living legend my father is here. And then you go backwards, almost in synch with what I feel. I want to run and you slow me down. I jump and you save me. I want to go farther in our relationship - in this strange friendship built on anger and contempt that led us into what we are now - and you decide to cool things down.
You stepping back hurts more than a rejection.
I hear a sound near the door but I don't look up. The floor is far more interesting right now, with its dusty patterns I can follow with the tip of my shoe. I feel someone kneeling beside me and I still don't look up. A tear is running down my cheek, and I don't want anyone to see the hero's son fallen.
"Albus."
It's your voice, but I have to be dreaming. There is no chance in this world that you are talking to me, not after what I have just done. I will never forgive me for scaring you off.
"Albus, look at me," you insist, your hand pressing on my arm, making me believe that you are real. "Albus, please. There's something I have to tell you."
I finally lift my eyes from the floor and meet yours, wounded and wet and wide. I blink, but the pain in your gaze doesn't shy away.
"I'm sorry," you say. "I'm sorry for… before. I was… I am… scared, Albus. I wouldn't have thought…"
"Don't," I find myself saying, drowning in the silvery pools of your eyes. "Just don't."
"I won't."
I am amused that you have understood me, whatever I am trying to get through to you, but my amusement doesn't last long, for you are leaning in, and I am tilting my head, and your mouth is covering mine, and this is our second kiss but it surely feels like a first because it is so awkward yet so sweet and nervous and all shades of perfect even though I don't have any other kiss to compare this to because I always wanted you to be my first, and now you are.
This time, when I go forwards you go forwards, and somewhere in between, we finally meet.
Name: dorothy_in_oz
Prompt: #042:
"When I go forwards you go backwards
and somewhere we will meet."
-- Radiohead, "Electioneering"
Prompt given by: Anonymous
Word Count: 527
Betas: Toto
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: First person. Written for the_ass_fest's Quick Fest.
Summary: Albus has made a mistake, and he is hiding from Scorpius.
I sit here, looking at the stars, trying to block out the noises around me as I think about a myriad of things flying through my mind all at once. I remember what has just happened, groaning when I realize that I might have made the biggest mistake of my life.
I just tried to kiss you.
And you have stepped back, as though shocked by my weird demand of a different kind of attention. Every time I try to find a reason to throw at you when you finally find me hiding in this dark corner, all I can come up with is I love you. I'm sure you won't appreciate the underlying truth, nor the irony that a Potter has fallen for a Malfoy. But what did you expect, after everything we have been through?
I go forwards. I am always the one jumping in without thinking, living up to the living legend my father is here. And then you go backwards, almost in synch with what I feel. I want to run and you slow me down. I jump and you save me. I want to go farther in our relationship - in this strange friendship built on anger and contempt that led us into what we are now - and you decide to cool things down.
You stepping back hurts more than a rejection.
I hear a sound near the door but I don't look up. The floor is far more interesting right now, with its dusty patterns I can follow with the tip of my shoe. I feel someone kneeling beside me and I still don't look up. A tear is running down my cheek, and I don't want anyone to see the hero's son fallen.
"Albus."
It's your voice, but I have to be dreaming. There is no chance in this world that you are talking to me, not after what I have just done. I will never forgive me for scaring you off.
"Albus, look at me," you insist, your hand pressing on my arm, making me believe that you are real. "Albus, please. There's something I have to tell you."
I finally lift my eyes from the floor and meet yours, wounded and wet and wide. I blink, but the pain in your gaze doesn't shy away.
"I'm sorry," you say. "I'm sorry for… before. I was… I am… scared, Albus. I wouldn't have thought…"
"Don't," I find myself saying, drowning in the silvery pools of your eyes. "Just don't."
"I won't."
I am amused that you have understood me, whatever I am trying to get through to you, but my amusement doesn't last long, for you are leaning in, and I am tilting my head, and your mouth is covering mine, and this is our second kiss but it surely feels like a first because it is so awkward yet so sweet and nervous and all shades of perfect even though I don't have any other kiss to compare this to because I always wanted you to be my first, and now you are.
This time, when I go forwards you go forwards, and somewhere in between, we finally meet.