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I'm the only person in the whole world who loves Lily and Scorpius together and...

I had a dream about Next Gen . Some boy said "Let's start a gossip" to Scorpius and he called his dad , asked if this is a good thing???? MY BOY İS SO SWEET?! And some girl (I think that girl was Rose?) said something to Scorpius when he was talking to Draco , he said "Can you shut up? I'm talking to someone" to girl.

And after his call ended , he turned to girl and said "Sorry" to her because he thought he said it too roughly , and he didn't want to hurt someones feelings.

And the girl hugged him and tell him how a sweet boy he is , he's so gentle and he deserves the world.

I think that girl was me. LİKE HE JUST SAİD SORRY BECAUSE HE THOUGHT HE WAS SO ROUGH? MY BABY <3

Evil Witch

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION! 

WORD COUNT: 2,444 

SCORPIUS MALFOY x PUREBLOOD

 “I hate it!” Saskia Rowle screamed at the top of her lungs. She throw away her book bag not caring whatever it contains and  probably not caring that she look like a six year old having tantrums, Rose Granger is second on the list and her score is just percent away from hers. She underestimated the Gryffindor quidditch captain.

“Rowle, are you okay?” Albus Potter appeared from nowhere. For Merlin’s sake just for today can she at least be left alone while she throws a fit?  At least not Rose’s cousin.

“Go away Potter, I am in no condition to entertain people I might hex you.” Saskia said coldly while glaring at him. Saskia isolates herself whenever she is upset or angry because of incapability of handling her temper and most of the times she lash out on people  and hopes Potter will leave  her  alone.

“I was looking for Scorpius anyway I’ll tell him you are lashing out…..again.”  He said walking away shaking his head as if the girl’s current state doesn’t bother him.  They are in the same house and he is friends with Scorpius so by now he should have known that her volcanic- temper should be taken seriously. Saskia Rowle doesn’t know when the hate started but the girl is getting into her nerves.

Saskia exhaled sharply when she felt herself calm. She picked up her book bag and made her way back to the Slytherin common room and thanked Salazar that the halls were empty and won’t see any Gryffindors.  The common room went silent when she entered and eyes darted towards her, yes Saskia Rowle is the Slytherin Princess just like Pansy Parkinson ages before the only difference is that she is nicer. The students tore away their gazes when she raised her brows except the blonde haired boy still glaring at her. Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.

“Lashing out again?” He stood up from the couch, hands on his pocket and made way towards her.

“Not now Scorpius.” Saskia’s grip on the strap of her book bag tightened. If there is one person who can put up with her temper and tame her it is Scorpius. She grew up in Malfoy Manor spoilt by Scorpius’ parents like she is their own she is the daughter Astoria could have ever had.  Some say she is the she version of Draco Malfoy when he was her age and Scorpius doesn’t mind. Yes he is spoiled but he knows where the line ends.

“What is it this time Sas?” She frowned and forced to look at his grey eyes.

“I said not now Scorpius!” It was not her intention to raise her voice but today’s events took a toll on her and it made her grumpy. Her family is one of the 28 purebloods and she is the only child and a girl she wanted to prove something not just a pureblood girl who is bound to marry another pureblood just to continue the lineage. She is more than that and succeeding in Hogwarts is number one in her priorities. She won’t let anyone get in her way but Rose seems to be like it, not only in Hogwarts but also when it comes to Scorpius’ attention too. She grew up with him and was used to his attention only to her but Rose came in the picture and now Scorpius fancies her that adds her hatred to the girl.

Scorpius was surprised at the rise of her voice and Saskia felt bad for shouting so she ran into the girls’ dormitory and lock herself in her room. She buried her face in one of her pillows and screamed all her frustrations. Could this day get any worse?

 Dinner came and she decided to go out of her room and proceed to the great hall, where already filled with students and chattering. Her eyes scanned the Slytherin table but the certain person she was looking for isn’t there. She went to the Slytherin table and sat beside Bane Zabini with a Scowl on her face. Zabini is two year ahead of her and now in his 7th year, the Zabinis were one of her family’s close-friend.  

“Potter said you almost want to hex everyone. What’s got you vile today little snake?” She rolled her eyes at him. Hex everyone? No but hex Albus Potter? Yes for overreacting.

“Albus was overreacting. He was the one I want to hex in particular.”  She answered while filling her plate with the foods she pleases to eat.

“Where on earth are they anyway? They are missing dinner.” She asks while slicing the steak. It is odd that the two will miss the dinner.

“Oh no, they are not but on the different table perhaps.” Bane pointed the Gryffindor’s table where Albus and Scorpius eating their dinner happily………………….with Rose Weasley.

Her grip on the knife tightened and almost slaughter the steak if Bane didn’t snapped her from her trance. She is close to plotting a hex on Weasley.

“Easy little snake, if looks could kill the Weasley girl is probably be dead right now.”  She looked away and focused on her dinner. Salazar, good thing Bane is entertaining her so she could prevent rising temper again.

After dinner she went to the owlery to send a reply to her mother and Astoria, the women wrote her a letter congratulating for being on top of the class again and asked her if she could come to Hogsmeade this weekend for a girls treat probably the two will spoil her with luxurious things again.

She didn’t go back to the dungeon yet and proceeds to the Astronomy tower instead it’s still early and an hour before curfew. The only regret coming here is she did not bring her coat or scarf now she is freezing for Merlin’s sake. She stopped when she saw two figures at first she thought it was Albus and Scorpius she was wrong because the other one is auburn and wavy wearing a gold and red scarf. Rose Weasly. She thanked Salazar she didn’t bring anything with her even her wand or she’ll burn the whole place down. How dare Scorpius bring her in their secret place! It was supposed to be her, Albus and Scorpius only their names were carved in the walls now what is Rose Weasly is doing in here? She knows she is being childish but their haven was exposed and what is so special with her that he brought her in their haven. Saskia felt betray. She left the astronomy tower and ran to the dungeon. She gets her wand and hurriedly ran to the second floor at the girls’ bathroom pointing her wand and wrecked all havoc. Moaning Myrtle quietly went out of her stall afraid that Rowle will lash out on her if she said a word even though Saskia was the one who disturbed her peace.

“Throwing a fit Rowle?” Moaning Myrtle acknowledged her when she was done. She knelt on the floor panting and let go of her wand.

“Sorry about that Myrtle. I’ll fix the mess later. I just want to…….let it out.” She lays on the girls’ bathroom floor exhausted.

“Jealous little snake are we Rowle?”  Myrtle giggled much to Saskia’s annoyance.

“Why would I be jealous Myrtle?” Her brows furrow, what she is jealous about?

Myrtle dived to her side and cross her arms. “I don’t know, ask the Malfoy scion.”

She is irritated by Myrtle’s voice, Merlin can she town it down? And she is also irritated to her implication.  

“I’ll hex you if you weren’t just a ghost.” She threaten, Myrtle held her chest dramatically and started moaning.

“Shut up Myrtle! You are hurting my ears.”

Myrtle gave her a glare and stopped crying.

“I am in peace until you came and create a mess. If the Malfoy scion isn’t blonde I’ll be mistaken you as one. You’re as evil as Draco Malfoy.”

Saskia smirked. She get that a lot, well she grew up in Malfoy Manor and was raised by one. It wasn’t a surprised if she is mistaken and some people are even convinced that she is Draco’s daughter than Scorpius because Scorpius is way better than Draco during their age. The fact that has Scorpius regained their tarnished reputation.

“Speaking of….” Myrtle fled to her stall and dived in her toilet bowl.

Scorpius’ expensive shoe landed beside Saskia’s laying figure. Scorpius knelt beside her.

“Why are you so……..tempered today?”

He asks in a soft voice not wanting to trigger the girl who just wrecked the whole bathroom.

“I woke up at the wrong side of the bed.”

She answered casually eyes still fixed on the ceiling. She heard Scorpius sigh before offering his hand.

“You should get up, curfew is in 20 minutes.” She accepted his hands and let him help her get up from the floor.

“You are so spoilt Saskia Rowle. “  It felt different when it came from Scorpius, and her mouth parted.

“If you just came here to comment about my upbringing you can leave now Scorpius.”

Scorpius meant it in a teasing way but he didn’t know it will offend her. Of all people he must be the one who understand why she turned out like this. Saskia grew up with him, she was showered with attention and affection the same like him but he grew out of it and she didn’t. When he did, he took the responsibility of taking care of the Rowles’ heiress while they are in Hogwarts protecting her at all cost.

“I’m sorry if you think of it that way I didn’t mean to.”

Saskia was brought up like this, getting what she wants and so far she hadn’t come to the point she will hurt someone just to get it that is why she lash out and isolate her-self to avoid it. Scorpius knew he is the only one who could tame the little snake.

“Why, Scorpius? Why, Rose Weasley?”

Saskia wanted to to slap herself when she slipped at the mention of Rose’s name. It shouldn’t be like that. Scorpius looked at her with confusion.

“Why are we talking about Rose?”  

She bit down her lip and looked away avoiding the bloke’s scrutinizing grey eyes.

“Why is this about Rose huh? Tell me little snake.”  Scorpius is now grinning at her and moving closer towards her. Saskia moved backwards not wanting to be near the blonde or he will hear her the erratic beating of her heart. Stupid! Why it ended up like this way?

“Because………”

She stopped, her back bumped on the sink behind. Scorpius isn’t stopping until he caged her, both hands leaning on the sink while Saskia is in between trying to catch her pair of electric blue eyes.

“because????”  He asked in a polite manner making the girl squirm because of his teasing.

“Because she is trying to vie my place, you sat with their table at dinner, you brought her to the astronomy tower that was supposed to be our place only and……. And………..”

Saskia couldn’t finish her sentence she don’t know what to say, Salazar! She is ranting about Rose Weasley and Scorpius seems to enjoy it. The fact that she slipped again, admitting that she saw them earlier.

“And what, little snake?”

Saskia groaned and bit her lip, does she have to continue? She is already flustered and he enjoys it. Scorpius Malfoy is torturing her.

“She is taking all of it away from me! My standing, my place and you! You fancy her!”

Her eyes widened. She spilled everything now and Scorpius is shocked as she is, her tears threaten to fall but she held it back. She just indirectly confessed to him for Merlin’s sake and she is about to get embarrass by Scorpius rejecting her. Before it could happen she pushed him out of her way but Scorpius was quick to grab her wrist.

“You confuse me sometimes, you said you don’t want to end up with someone who is pureblood.”

Her eyes squinted. Scorpius is smart but sometimes he is a daft. Just like right now he doesn’t know the difference.

“You are quiet daft for Draco Malfoy’s son. I never said I don’t want to end up someone who is a pureblood. What I want is to choose a man of my choice to marry someday not forced engagement just like during our grandparents time.”

A blush crept to Scorpius cheek which didn’t go unnoticed so he looked away.

“And no one is taking away something from you Sas, not even me.”

Her mouth parted. What does he mean by that?

“But you and Ro---“She was cut off when his lips crashed on hers. Saskia was in a state of shock for a moment . Scorpius had to hold her neck. She didn’t waste time and closed her eyes returning the kiss putting her arm around his neck and tangled some of his hair between her fingers. Scorpius’ grip on her waist tightened pushing her until he pinned her to the wall. They shared a fiery kiss until they were interrupted by Myrtle and Saskia has to push him away. They were both panting.

“You were vicious earlier now you two are snogging.”

Myrtle shook her head and fled again into her stall. Saskia hid her face on Scopius neck because of embarrassment.

“You really know how to get what you want.  You little devil you had me wrapped around your fingers since I could remember.”

Saskia bit her lip to stop herself from giggling, she gave little Scropius a kiss on the cheek as a consolation.

“My father raised you well you evil witch.”

Scorpius kissed her on the forehead before holding her hand and walked out of the girls’ bathroom.

“Let’s go and have some goodnight sleep.”

They walk hand in hand to the dungeon satisfied and smiling. Today could get really worse, Saskia Rowle will have the most goodnight sleep of her life knowing that Scorpius Malfoy is head over heels with the Slytherin Princess. Merlin her parents will betroth to him in an instant when they will hear the news.

Scorpius Malfoy couldn’t take the smirk off his face he can’t believe that he is holding his little snake hands and they are this close. It was a privilege for him that he is the only one who could put up with her temper for she was spoiled rotten by his parents and he blame them for some reason. He couldn’t wait to mail his mother that finally she is having the daughter she wanted.

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Imagine #3

Teddy was planning to scare scorpius and albus away so he changed himself into Draco Malfoy and walked to search for them. On his way searching for scorbus, someone pulled him in one of the empty classroom and pinned him to the wall. “You’ve been a bad boy, Malfoy” said the voice

Teddy pushed him and ran out of shock as soon he recognised the voice. When Harry walked out the room, he saw Draco, the real Draco was walking towards him with a questionable expression. “What is it? ”

“No, why did you ran away? ”

“I didnt potter. I just got here. Why? ”

Harry’s eye turned wide as soon he realised the person he just pinned to the wall earlier.

Albus angry telling Scorpius why he wouldn't be a Hedgehog in his animagus form (yes he is)

drawing "anime" again :33

the soft little smiles they save for each other 😭😭😭

I recently watched Harry Potter and the Cursed Child on Broadway! I do this thing where I try to draw most of what I remember because my memory will fail me eventually. ANYWAYS

It’s funny how a silly fictional character can come into your life and then take over your entire brain chemistry

I love this video so much. This would be Draco's exact reaction if Scorpius recorded him with a phone 😭😭

he’s just like me fr

if a doctor is reading this rn, just know that y’all don’t even need a heart monitor with me. me and this special interest are ride-or-die. as long as i got a pulse imma be posting and yapping til kingdom come

"As You're Told"

Author's Note: i'm hitting our boys with the steel chair in this one. tw for violence i'm so sorry y'all

Read on ao3

His lungs heaved and his legs burned, but he couldn’t stop running. Somewhere in their terrified scramble to dodge Delphi’s hexes he’d lost sight of Albus. The name was at the tip of his tongue, but calling out into the darkness could land him right back at square one. The electrified ropes binding his wrists together flashed and crackled with each slight movement. Despite the searing pain, they were his only light source as he thrust his bonds into the shadows, searching for movement. He wanted to cry. He could feel fat tears burning at the corners of his eyes, but he didn’t dare let them fall. 

Albus. He had to find Albus. They’d taken advantage of Delphi’s momentary distraction as Craig - . His breath caught. Craig’s body had hit the ground, and as she stood above him, admiring her work, they’d made a run for it. The Forbidden Forest had been the closest source of cover, and so they sprinted into the shadows. A flicker of regret whispered at the back of his mind, telling him it’d been a mistake. At least when they were on the pitch, they were together. Now, Albus could be anywhere, so could she. What if she’d already found him? What if - 

No. He couldn’t let himself think of what Delphi would do if she got her hands on Albus again. He pushed it all to the back of his mind. All thoughts of Craig’s empty husk hitting the ground, Albus begging for Scorpius to be left alone - anything except the directive to find Albus was pushed away.

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Albus was tired of running. Despite the cocktail of fear and guilt burning through his veins with each exhausted heartbeat, he was enraged. He didn’t think Scorpius was capable of making sounds like the ones forced from his lips as she tortured him. He knew he’d never forget them. Albus wasn’t sure who he hated more at the moment: her, for torturing Scorpius, or himself for putting them in this mess and being powerless to stop her. For now it didn’t matter. He just needed to find Scorpius. Then he could spend the rest of his life trying to make things better. But for now -

A branch snapped behind him. It was the only warning he had before he found himself pinned against a tree. It felt as though a weight was bearing down on his chest, pressing him against the rough bark and making it difficult to draw in a full breath. He struggled against it, but the force only pushed harder.

“You should’ve heard him scream,” a voice lilted from behind him. Albus froze, ears straining to anticipate where she was approaching from.

“I suppose you already have, but those were nothing compared to the sounds he made before I found you.” Delphi’s voice seemed to come from everywhere all at once. “Albus please! Albus, help me!” she crooned. She whipped from around the tree and took his face in her hands. Her nails dug into his skin and he thrashed his head from her grip. Delphi tutted, disappointed, before she thrust a fist into his curls and slammed his head against the tree. Hard.

His world shook with the force of the impact and he saw stars as she released his head. He cried out as he lifted his head. The world around him was soupy and slow. He was hearing everything from underwater, and he duly registered the back of his head was damp where it had struck the tree. The world shifted and slowly coalesced to form a single figure in front of him. Delphi.

“He’s got some fight in him, your little loverboy,” she spat. “I’ve never seen anyone last that long under the cruciatus curse. He was begging for you, you know. Begging for you to help him. And where were you, Albus? In the end, it was practically a mercy killing.”

He looked her in the eyes. Took in her smug grin, teeth bared like a wolf merely playing with its food. “You’re…you’re lying,” he croaked. She had to be. Scorpius couldn’t be- . It wasn’t possible.

The mask fell from her face. “Would it matter if I was? He’ll be dead soon, anyway, if you don’t do as you’re told.”

  For the first time that night, Albus’ defiance wavered. He couldn’t imagine a world without Scorpius in it. Couldn’t fathom it. Maybe he could buy them time? Pretend to go along with her plan, just until someone found them, or they figured something else out. She seemed to read his mind.

“I still don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation,” she whispered into his ear. Albus hadn’t realized she’d moved so close. She pointed her wand at his throat and hissed, “But you will. Imperio.”

Everything fell away and Albus was floating. There was a fog inside his head that chased away the pain and promised that everything would be alright as long as he listened. It was all so easy! He felt the burning ropes dissipate from around his wrists and sighed. The fog was safe. It was warm. It promised everything would be okay. He saw Delphi moving at the corner of his vision, but paid her no mind. Nothing would hurt him, and he was perfectly content to let the fog envelop him until he received his instructions. Delphi concealed herself behind a copse of trees a few meters away.

Call out for him, her voice whispered. He obeyed. It felt good to call out Scorpius’ name, knowing that his best friend would soon emerge and they’d be together again. What a wonderful suggestion. Do it again, and sound scared, came the next order.

Albus didn’t understand why he needed to sound scared, but he didn’t anyway. He just wanted Scorpius to be here. What did it matter what his voice sounded like? Just moments later a figure crashed through the trees, all lanky limbs and soft hair, moonlight-white. Scorpius.

Go to him, the voice coaxed. Albus ran forward, holding his friend by the elbows and gazing at his dirt-streaked face. Even now he was the most beautiful thing Albus had ever seen. A ripple of disgust rolled through the fog in his head, and Albus frowned. Scorpius was saying something, concern etched along his forehead. Albus tilted his head, confused yet intrigued. He wanted to listen to Scorpius, but the voice demanded his attention. Hold his face in your hands, it urged. Be gentle.

This was his favorite instruction by far. Albus placed one hand at the back of his neck, and let the other gently cup his cheek beneath a fresh-blooming cut. Whatever Scorpius had been saying seemed to fall away. He was gaping at Albus, lips parted in shock and brow furrowed in confusion. He rubbed a thumb soothingly against Scorpius’ cheek and threaded his fingers though the soft locks at his nape. “Albus?” he breathed.

The voice’s next instructions were crisp and clear. Put your hands around his throat and squeeze. 

His fingers twitched, but remained in place. Hurt Scorpius? He couldn’t do that. It went against every fiber of his being. Scorpius should never be in pain. Never.

The fog didn’t like that. The voice reared back, and he felt the instructions rattle through his skull: Obey!

Albus’ hands shot out of their own accord and he felt his brain cleave in two. It was as though he were watching someone else entirely. He fought and raged against his own body, but could only watch as the rest of him obeyed the voice. His hands were wrapped around Scorpius’ neck. Hands came up to pry them away, but they were still bound and did nothing more than paw at Albus’ unforgiving grip. Scorpius looked more frightened than Albus had ever seen him. His eyes were blown wide open, cheeks flushed and mouth agape in a desperate bid for air. 

He scrabbled uselessly against Albus’ hold, lips moving in a silent plea for him to stop. A horrible rattling wheeze punctuated each fruitless attempt to prise the fingers choking the life out of him. Albus could feel his pulse jackrabbiting against his palms, frantic and terrified and slowing, slowing, slowing…

Scorpius grew heavier in his grip, and he followed him down as he sunk to the earth. The corners of his eyes were crinkled in pain, lashes fluttering as his eyes slipped closed. His lips were tinged blue. Why were they blue? Scorpius’ lips were always pink. So perfectly pink.

Albus hadn’t noticed he’d been kicking his legs until Scorpius went still beneath him. Fledgling gasps died in his throat as he grew limp. Horrible whines and choked-off whimpers petered out. His bound hands fell away. Soft grey eyes pleaded a silent question, Why?, as a single tear escaped his fluttering eyelids. His eyes rolled back and he convulsed once, twice, and lay still. Completely still.

And still Albus held him, hands wrapped in an iron grip.

The air rushed out of him in one fell swoop, and it took the fog with it. Albus, in shock at the sudden change, remained frozen. Understanding hit him all at once and he pulled his hands away. A sound tore through his throat, half sob and half scream. He scrambled forward on his hands and knees and pulled Scorpius into his arms. He lay still.

“Scorpius?! Scorpius please!” he wailed. He pressed a trembling hand to his too-pale neck, but was shaking too frantically to find a pulse. He recoiled, gasping in horrified, snatched gasps as the moonlight illuminated the angry bruises ringed around his best friend’s neck. Albus swallowed down a sob and pressed an ear to his chest, holding his breath. The silence dragged on. Scorpius lay still. The wind whistled, leaves rustled, and Albus’ world collapsed. And then - 

There. A weak thump. And then another. “Scorpius,” he sobbed brokenly. “Scorpius please, I’m sorry!” He cradled him in his arms, hands frantically brushing soft strands of blond hair from his deathly pale face. “Please come back!” he wailed. The air shifted behind him.

“Remember this. Next time, he won’t come back. Remember this feeling, and do exactly. As. You. Are. Told.”

Albus was confused, barely registering her words through his grief and terror. He barely heard her whisper rennervate before Scorpius was coughing and spluttering in his arms. Tears of relief blurred his vision, but when he blinked them away, Scorpius looked terrified. The blue tinge was fading from his lips, but as Albus watched he twisted himself from his grip. Albus couldn’t bear the look on Scorpius’ face. He reached out a hand to comfort him, but he flinched violently away, curling in on himself. His gaze flicked between Delphi and Albus like a frightened animal caught in a trap.

Albus felt something give within him. He didn’t even react as Delphi recast the burning ropes around his wrists. As she ordered them to march back toward the quidditch pitch, time turner in hand, he saw Scorpius inch toward him ever-so-slightly. Almost imperceptible, but it was there. Their gazes met, and he could tell that Scorpius understood. He seemed to understand Delphi had used the Imperius curse. Scorpius leveled him with a look of understanding, of forgiveness. Albus looked away, guilty. He would never forgive himself.

>posting about scorbus in my mum’s car

>i look up and see this

>the celestial beings declare Scorbus is cannon

both albus and scorpius are theatre kids and i will die on this hill

albus is so “waving through a window” and scorpius is so “michael in the bathroom”

Scorbus but in the 90s shoujo anime style

that one Thomas Sanders vine lmao

@the-fly-squashed-on-your-palm after one of my cursed child rambles

these poor boys are not safe from the angst in any au

albus is so “waving through a window” and scorpius is so “michael in the bathroom”

scorp would text this to albus