once upon a time, everything was cute. the end.
Who: Scorpius and Winnie.
What: Parties, drinks, bad ideas, reasonable outcomes.
When: Approximately two years in the future, post self-acceptance.
Prompt: Scorpius, Winnie, and alcohol (to the power of two!!!).
Prompted by: The wonderful iliekrp.

“I’m drunk.”

To Scorpius, this seemed like a reasonable way to start a conversation. The night had started well enough, but it had gone down hill quickly. At this point, stating his inebriation seemed to be the only thing he could say that made any kind of sense.

“I can see that, Scorpius.” Winnie was neither surprised or impressed. She was also fairly drunk, but she manged to hold onto her composure in a gentle, drowsy kind of way.

They were at a party being hosted by an old classmate and (as was his usual way) Scorpius had drunk too much too fast. Somehow he had managed to lose Winnie, snog a bloke, get punched (by a different bloke, he was pretty sure), tell someone (who?) that he loved them, and find Winnie again in a record time of an hour and a half. Winnie was now contentedly spread out on a sofa, but the leaves in her hair (from where?) and the foreign lipstick smudged over her own (whose?) suggested that her evening hadn’t been quiet either.

“Come sit by me.” She sleepily patted the seat next to her, and Scorpius half sat and half fell onto the couch. He snuggled close to her. It was nice to be alone with her after all that excitement. There were lots of things that were fun (including but not limited to the snogging he had taken part in earlier), but there were fewer things that were nice. There was a bond between them that transcended fun. There was trust and comfort here. He gently removed a twig from her hair (really though, how did this get here?) and rested his head on her shoulder. Sometimes it seemed that when their thoughts were this close together, they might overlap.

“Have you ever thought,” he said, “that if we weren’t both funny,” he still couldn’t say the g-word, “that we would be soulmates? That we would just spend so much time together that we would fall in love?”

He could feel her the muscles in her face move as she smiled, “Don’t be silly. We don’t have to be in love to be soulmates.” Though her eyes were closed, her hand found his. She held it in a way that might have been nicer if it weren’t at such an awkward angle. “We just are what we are and we love each other. That’s good enough for soulmates, I think.” Her words slurred slightly, but the thought was no less coherent.

Scorpius shifted his weight to face her, and did something he was drunk enough to think was a good idea. For a moment, there was nothing separating their lips but the layer of lipstick that Winnie had picked up somewhere.

He pulled away gently. “Did you feel anything?” His words betrayed the fact that he had not.

Winnie seemed entirely unfazed. “No.” She settled back against him comfortably, her head on his chest. “That’s what makes us soulmates.”