sansa1970 (sansa1970) wrote in adventdrabbles, @ 2008-12-05 08:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | contributor: sansa1970, dec05, fandom: harry potter, prompt05, year: 2008 |
Dec 05, Harry Potter, Teddy/Scorpius, Pain Management
Title: Pain Management
Author: sansa1970
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Teddy/Scorpius
Rating: PG
Words: *cough*288*cough*
A/N: Links to previous parts: 1 ll 2 ll 3 ll 4
Did all heartsick teens look like fallen angels? Disheveled and tragic and beautiful?
Sleep-rumpled Scorpius stood outside his back door, shoulders hunched against the snow, gnawing his bottom lip and staring at the icicles above his head. He screwed his eyes shut, stomped his foot once, twice. The icicles shook, but held. Scorpius pouted.
Were all fallen angels so melodramatic?
Teddy eased the door open. "They'd give a nasty cut, but I doubt they'd open your throat."
Scorpius plunged his hands into his coat pockets and lifted his foot again. Teddy hauled him inside by the scruff of his neck. "Idiot."
"Leave it to you to get to the truth of things."
Teddy swallowed a bitter laugh. They made a pair, the two of them: the angel and the martyr. He grabbed a tea towel and began rubbing the melting snowflakes from Scorpius' hair.
Scorpius endured it silently, all artless innocence, until Teddy couldn't pretend there was any more reason to keep touching him. He threw the towel on the table. "Who put those marks on you? Was it Albus?"
Scorpius' mouth fell open. "Of course not! He wouldn't . . ."
"Hurt you?"
Scorpius lifted his hands. They both studied the irregular black smudges. "Not like this."
No, Al's disinterest was enough of a blow. "A stranger, then." He ground his teeth until blood pounded in his temples. He took Scorpius' hand in his. "Why do you do it? Does it really help?"
"I just want . . ."
What he couldn't have. Didn't they all? Teddy lifted the captured hand to his mouth, kissed a finger-shaped bruise, and Scorpius blinked like a child. "What are you doing?"
"Helping. And my pain management techniques don't leave marks."