I [Broken, Lifehouse]
II [My, My, My, Rob Thomas]
wanting for words, but never speak, you tell yourself that the things you need come slow. But inside you just don't know. III [Hand Me Down, Matchbox Twenty]
IV [Halfway Gone, Lifehouse]
V [Elgar/Something Inside, August Rush OST]
VI [Here is Gone, Goo Goo Dolls]
VII [Sway, The Perishers]
VIII [Someday, Rob Thomas]
IX [Mastermind, Grace Potter and the Nocturnals]
X [Everything Has Changed, Taylor Swift feat. Ed Sheeran]
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2017-05-09 14:01Scorpius is not jealous. He's - Well. He's not sure what the feeling is when your boyfriend is being flirted at during a Potions assignment. Awkward?
He's not trying to be awkward. He's absolutely fine with someone wanting to flirt with Albus. Al is quite the catch, after all. Those eyes, that hair, his skillful wielding of magic. Al is magic. He wants to flirt with Albus.
He tears his gaze away from where Meredith Miles has once again puts her hand on Al's arm as she laughs at something he's said and tries to concentrate on the project.
And their other partner: Nathaniel Somethingorother, who is measuring out the other ingredients.
"Two crushed crickets, one cup of squid ink - blahblahblah - "
"Oh, Albus, that's very funny."
Ha. Ha. Ha.
Group. Projects. Suck.
Why do the seventh years need to work with the fifths again?
Oh, yes: Cooperation.
Well. Meredith certainly loves to cooperate.
He's not trying to be awkward. He's absolutely fine with someone wanting to flirt with Albus. Al is quite the catch, after all. Those eyes, that hair, his skillful wielding of magic. Al is magic. He wants to flirt with Albus.
He tears his gaze away from where Meredith Miles has once again puts her hand on Al's arm as she laughs at something he's said and tries to concentrate on the project.
And their other partner: Nathaniel Somethingorother, who is measuring out the other ingredients.
"Two crushed crickets, one cup of squid ink - blahblahblah - "
"Oh, Albus, that's very funny."
Ha. Ha. Ha.
Group. Projects. Suck.
Why do the seventh years need to work with the fifths again?
Oh, yes: Cooperation.
Well. Meredith certainly loves to cooperate.
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2016-01-17 09:18("Scorpius?")
All Scorpius is aware of is -
("Last spot. We've checked everwhere else.")
- the stone wall at his back, the weight and warmth of his boyfriend's body against his -
("Which means he doesn't want to be found. Probably holed up somewhere with - Ah. See, there.")
- and the rustle of clothes and tiny gasps and soft groans and Albus. Just Albus.
Who, at the moment, is trying to move away from him, and - Why?
Scorpius groans in displeasure - because, again, why - before -
Oh.
Bugger.
"Rigel, mate." He quickly extracts his hands from Al's person, blushing, no doubt, a ridiculous shade. "Olivia. I - We, uhm - Hullo?"
All Scorpius is aware of is -
("Last spot. We've checked everwhere else.")
- the stone wall at his back, the weight and warmth of his boyfriend's body against his -
("Which means he doesn't want to be found. Probably holed up somewhere with - Ah. See, there.")
- and the rustle of clothes and tiny gasps and soft groans and Albus. Just Albus.
Who, at the moment, is trying to move away from him, and - Why?
Scorpius groans in displeasure - because, again, why - before -
Oh.
Bugger.
"Rigel, mate." He quickly extracts his hands from Al's person, blushing, no doubt, a ridiculous shade. "Olivia. I - We, uhm - Hullo?"
Scorpius' day was middling. Not terrible, but not great; the past hour especially confusing - and then there's Albus and his boyfriend always makes the day better.
He's seen him all day, of course, but, nonetheless, he's struck, yet again, by the sight of him.
Albus, with his head bent over a parchment, grinning about something and Red, who definitely shouldn't be in the library, is beside him, curled up against his arm, as familiar with him as she is with Scorpius. Both waiting for Scorpius and their usual Thursday night Study Date.
The whole sight stops Scorpius short of an approach.
Since Sunday - that awesome, incredible Sunday - Scorpius has asked himself repeatedly: What? How? Why? Why does Albus Potter want him? Of all the wizards (and witches and Muggles) in the world? Albus does, though. He's picked him, wants him, and Scorpius very, very much wants him too.
The prospect of talking to Albus (as well as flirting and sneaking snogs behind the bookcases) gets him moving again, his feet carrying him toward their usual spot. It's not until he's at the table, dropping his bag into an empty chair and offering a sigh of "Al," in greeting does he realize that his boyfriend and his cat are not alone.
He turns a wide-eyed gaze to Professor Longbottom at the window, hidden from Scorpius' previous view by the bookcase.
"Oh, uhm. Sorry. Am I interrupting?"
His gaze flits to Al, worried.
He's seen him all day, of course, but, nonetheless, he's struck, yet again, by the sight of him.
Albus, with his head bent over a parchment, grinning about something and Red, who definitely shouldn't be in the library, is beside him, curled up against his arm, as familiar with him as she is with Scorpius. Both waiting for Scorpius and their usual Thursday night Study Date.
The whole sight stops Scorpius short of an approach.
Since Sunday - that awesome, incredible Sunday - Scorpius has asked himself repeatedly: What? How? Why? Why does Albus Potter want him? Of all the wizards (and witches and Muggles) in the world? Albus does, though. He's picked him, wants him, and Scorpius very, very much wants him too.
The prospect of talking to Albus (as well as flirting and sneaking snogs behind the bookcases) gets him moving again, his feet carrying him toward their usual spot. It's not until he's at the table, dropping his bag into an empty chair and offering a sigh of "Al," in greeting does he realize that his boyfriend and his cat are not alone.
He turns a wide-eyed gaze to Professor Longbottom at the window, hidden from Scorpius' previous view by the bookcase.
"Oh, uhm. Sorry. Am I interrupting?"
His gaze flits to Al, worried.
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2012-12-31 09:3415
"I don't want to date you," the girl says as soon as anyone else is out of earshot. Her voice is low and she sounds so angry. She's glaring at him and he wonders what he's done wrong. They've only just met!
"Oh, uhm - Right, then," he responds. Because - What else is he supposed to say to that? It's not as though he's invited her out. His parents set this up, said that their friends invited them to dinner and they have a daughter his age and wasn't that nice?
Only the girl isn't, apparently.
"I don't," the girls says again and she stomps off after their parents.
Maybe not stomps, because she's lighter on her feet than that, but close to, anyway. Her hands are clenched into fists at her sides.
Scorpius' shoulders droop as he follows.
14
Scorpius blinks at her, feeling stupid that he could have been so - Well. Stupid. "How long have you fancied him?"
She's staring at the crowd, the shyest he's ever seen her. "Since the summer. Since before that." She shakes her head. "I don't know how long, exactly. I'm sorry, Scorpius."
He realizes she's still holding his hand, so he slips it away from hers and then - And then she's starting to cry. Which he definitely does not want her to do. She's breaking up with him and he feels like an enormous idiot for not catching on sooner, but she's one of his best friends and she can't help who she fancies.
"Right. Well, you know he won't do anything, if we're dating," he says, "So, uhm - We'll tell him we've broken it off, mutual decision, and then we'll find out if he fancies you."
Olivia lifts her head, rubbing the tears from her cheeks, and raises an eyebrow at him. "You'd help me?"
He shrugs and, before he can say anything, she presses her lips to his. His first kiss - (And shouldn't that have been a clue? Only holding hands.) - and it ends as soon as it begins.
She's smiling - teary-eyed, but smiling - as she pulls away. "Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, I love you."
13
"Hanging in there?" Brian, the ever-so popular Ravenclaw Captain with his blue-green eyes and dimples, asks, hand on his shoulder when he stops Scorpius after practice.
He's breathing hard, sore all over, and sweating through three layers on a wintery day, but he nods. He's also shaking. Hasn't stopped since a Bludger nearly took his head off ten minutes ago.
"Sure, yeah," he says, nodding and feeling faint. (But - He wasn't feeling faint a minute ago, only now?)
Brian gives his shoulders a squeeze. "They're not trying to kill you. Ward and Draper, that is."
"I - I didn't think - "
"But Gryffindor might, right?"
"I - I suppose."
He tries to think of who the Beaters on the Gryffindor team are.
"...Because they want that Cup," Brian adds slowly.
Scorpius blinks at the startling blue-green eyes - (One blue and one green, that is. Heterochromia, as Olivia has said when asked.) - and nods. "Right.
Brian smiles his dimpled smile and laughs before giving Scorpius' shoulder a gentle shove. "Come on, Malfoy. Back to work."
12
He's been invited to a study group - Invited! - and he's late. He clutches his bag as he approaches the nearly full table - Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors, all First Years, like him.
They fall quiet when he skids around the table to the empty spot by Emily Moore - First Year Hufflepuff and invitee. She looks a little red around the eyes when she glances up at him.
"Hi," Scorpius says, shuffling his feet and unsure if he's supposed to be invited to sit down or grab a seat for himself. "Sorry, I'm late. I had to talk to Professor Bones, after class." He glances at the quiet group. "Hi."
"Oh, hi Scorpius," Emily says quietly, "I - Could we talk?"
She's already on her feet and pulling away from the table.
Scorpius can only frown and follow her around to the Charms stacks, tensing when he hears the muffled snickers that follow them. He clutches at the strap of his bookbag. "All right?" he asks.
"No," she blurts, face turning red. Her chin wobbles. "I'm sorry, Scorpius, I - " She glances at her feet, wringing her hands, and her voices drops to a deathly whisper. " - I don't think there's room for you in the group. We already have so many, you see, and old Ms Pince has told us to quiet down twice and - I'm sorry."
He stares at a book, red spine with faded letters, that sticks out from the shelf. He reaches around her and tries to push it back where it belongs. "Right," he says, when the book won't fit.
"I'm really sorry," she says again, chin wobbling, before she scurries off, back to her friends and their now not-so-muffled snickers.
He grabs the book and takes it with him, back to the dorms.
"I don't want to date you," the girl says as soon as anyone else is out of earshot. Her voice is low and she sounds so angry. She's glaring at him and he wonders what he's done wrong. They've only just met!
"Oh, uhm - Right, then," he responds. Because - What else is he supposed to say to that? It's not as though he's invited her out. His parents set this up, said that their friends invited them to dinner and they have a daughter his age and wasn't that nice?
Only the girl isn't, apparently.
"I don't," the girls says again and she stomps off after their parents.
Maybe not stomps, because she's lighter on her feet than that, but close to, anyway. Her hands are clenched into fists at her sides.
Scorpius' shoulders droop as he follows.
14
Scorpius blinks at her, feeling stupid that he could have been so - Well. Stupid. "How long have you fancied him?"
She's staring at the crowd, the shyest he's ever seen her. "Since the summer. Since before that." She shakes her head. "I don't know how long, exactly. I'm sorry, Scorpius."
He realizes she's still holding his hand, so he slips it away from hers and then - And then she's starting to cry. Which he definitely does not want her to do. She's breaking up with him and he feels like an enormous idiot for not catching on sooner, but she's one of his best friends and she can't help who she fancies.
"Right. Well, you know he won't do anything, if we're dating," he says, "So, uhm - We'll tell him we've broken it off, mutual decision, and then we'll find out if he fancies you."
Olivia lifts her head, rubbing the tears from her cheeks, and raises an eyebrow at him. "You'd help me?"
He shrugs and, before he can say anything, she presses her lips to his. His first kiss - (And shouldn't that have been a clue? Only holding hands.) - and it ends as soon as it begins.
She's smiling - teary-eyed, but smiling - as she pulls away. "Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, I love you."
13
"Hanging in there?" Brian, the ever-so popular Ravenclaw Captain with his blue-green eyes and dimples, asks, hand on his shoulder when he stops Scorpius after practice.
He's breathing hard, sore all over, and sweating through three layers on a wintery day, but he nods. He's also shaking. Hasn't stopped since a Bludger nearly took his head off ten minutes ago.
"Sure, yeah," he says, nodding and feeling faint. (But - He wasn't feeling faint a minute ago, only now?)
Brian gives his shoulders a squeeze. "They're not trying to kill you. Ward and Draper, that is."
"I - I didn't think - "
"But Gryffindor might, right?"
"I - I suppose."
He tries to think of who the Beaters on the Gryffindor team are.
"...Because they want that Cup," Brian adds slowly.
Scorpius blinks at the startling blue-green eyes - (One blue and one green, that is. Heterochromia, as Olivia has said when asked.) - and nods. "Right.
Brian smiles his dimpled smile and laughs before giving Scorpius' shoulder a gentle shove. "Come on, Malfoy. Back to work."
12
He's been invited to a study group - Invited! - and he's late. He clutches his bag as he approaches the nearly full table - Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors, all First Years, like him.
They fall quiet when he skids around the table to the empty spot by Emily Moore - First Year Hufflepuff and invitee. She looks a little red around the eyes when she glances up at him.
"Hi," Scorpius says, shuffling his feet and unsure if he's supposed to be invited to sit down or grab a seat for himself. "Sorry, I'm late. I had to talk to Professor Bones, after class." He glances at the quiet group. "Hi."
"Oh, hi Scorpius," Emily says quietly, "I - Could we talk?"
She's already on her feet and pulling away from the table.
Scorpius can only frown and follow her around to the Charms stacks, tensing when he hears the muffled snickers that follow them. He clutches at the strap of his bookbag. "All right?" he asks.
"No," she blurts, face turning red. Her chin wobbles. "I'm sorry, Scorpius, I - " She glances at her feet, wringing her hands, and her voices drops to a deathly whisper. " - I don't think there's room for you in the group. We already have so many, you see, and old Ms Pince has told us to quiet down twice and - I'm sorry."
He stares at a book, red spine with faded letters, that sticks out from the shelf. He reaches around her and tries to push it back where it belongs. "Right," he says, when the book won't fit.
"I'm really sorry," she says again, chin wobbling, before she scurries off, back to her friends and their now not-so-muffled snickers.
He grabs the book and takes it with him, back to the dorms.
Maybe slipping Albus a note and asking to meet was not the best of ideas in light of recent comments. Especially with the word date clearly written in his superb penmanship on the parchment. Anyone could find the note, after all.
But, being that Scorpius had glanced his incredibly cute boyfriend's way forty-eight times of count during dinner (or so Rigel says), followed by a lot of not-sleeping (because of thoughts involving aforementioned boyfriend), and knowing the exact book to hide the note in the following morning (the one Albus has been reading from every morning), he'd decided it was an absolutely brilliant idea.
Until he's actually waiting on Albus in the unused classroom on the sixth floor.
By then, he's nervous again.
Not for the date itself, if that still happens and Scorpius hopes it does, but because he knows he has to tell Albus about the probable rumours. He has to, of course. Albus has every right to know and thinking of keeping it from him had been stupid.
But, being that Scorpius had glanced his incredibly cute boyfriend's way forty-eight times of count during dinner (or so Rigel says), followed by a lot of not-sleeping (because of thoughts involving aforementioned boyfriend), and knowing the exact book to hide the note in the following morning (the one Albus has been reading from every morning), he'd decided it was an absolutely brilliant idea.
Until he's actually waiting on Albus in the unused classroom on the sixth floor.
By then, he's nervous again.
Not for the date itself, if that still happens and Scorpius hopes it does, but because he knows he has to tell Albus about the probable rumours. He has to, of course. Albus has every right to know and thinking of keeping it from him had been stupid.
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2012-11-23 19:20Albus/Scorp - General
It's the mirror who points it out to Scorp. He has to peer closer, just to see it. But surely that's not - "Ooh. Who gave you that?"
Albus/Scorp - We Fit
A part of him worries -always- that he'll lose Albus. But, as he slips his hand into his, he can't help but to hum in happiness.
Scorpius - What I Have Learned
Lucius keeps them in a box - those two snapped bits of wand. Scorp was never supposed to find them. He was never to know.
Scorpius - A Good Wind
He closes his eyes against the gush of wind and sucks in a deep breath. Below, his mother screeches for him to get off the roof.
Albus/Scorp - Pie and Domesticity
Albus has been swept into hugs and Scorp no longer has his hand to hold. Mrs Weasley puts the pie in his arms. "On the table, dear."
Scorpius - The Game
Ravenclaw plays and Scorpius is in the stands. He can feel the crush of the crowd around him, but there's no comfort in it.
Scorpius - What's in a Name
"I'd want to keep my name." "- Er?" "If we could marry, I'd keep my name." " - Scorp, we have an exam tomorrow." " - Right!"
Scorpius-Parker - You Put Me in Your Advice Column?!
" Uhm," Scorp says, "I suppose I asked for it. Literally. And it was good advice." "Excuse you, my advice is always good."
Scorpius - Bendy Straws
He's chewing on the end of one straw and fashioning the other into a heart. No magic involved. He gives it to Albus for holding.
Scorpius - To Laugh, To Love
"Dad, er. I may have blown up your cauldron." Draco stares at his son, who's covered in green gunk, and laughs. "May have?"
Albus-Scorp - Old Books
Scorp is bored of studying, so Al's pinned to a bookcase. "Er, the books. Old. O-" "Means they've seen it all then, right?"
Albus/Scorpius - Family Dinner
"Al and I are having a dinner, Dad. For all of us, both the families." " ... Son, you don't cook." "Uhm - Then, we'll order in."
Albus/Scorpius - The Right Present
The right present was the absolute wrong one. It made Scorpius blurt something he wasn't ready for Al to know yet. "I love you."
Albus/Scorpius - Carnival
There's the snap of a bulb and the boy he's wrapped himself so obscenely around tenses in fright. "Relax. Masks, remember?"
Albus/Scorpius - Learning to be Grownups
"We have NEWTs in the morning, Scorp. NEWTs! We can't spend the night snogging." "Right, you study and I snog, then." "Sc - Oh!"
Parker-Scorpius - Wardrobe Advice
"Do you think my arse looks good in these?" "Okay, I'm going to pretend you didn't ask that." "But, I have a date with Al!"
Scorpius - Least Favourite Class
There's always that one student in Potions who will explode a cauldron and be covered in goop and be laughed at. That's Scorp.
Albus/Scorpius - The Perfect Present
"Where are we?" Al asks, still dizzy from apparating, just as Scorp removes the blindfold. "The Muggle library! After hours!"
It's the mirror who points it out to Scorp. He has to peer closer, just to see it. But surely that's not - "Ooh. Who gave you that?"
Albus/Scorp - We Fit
A part of him worries -always- that he'll lose Albus. But, as he slips his hand into his, he can't help but to hum in happiness.
Scorpius - What I Have Learned
Lucius keeps them in a box - those two snapped bits of wand. Scorp was never supposed to find them. He was never to know.
Scorpius - A Good Wind
He closes his eyes against the gush of wind and sucks in a deep breath. Below, his mother screeches for him to get off the roof.
Albus/Scorp - Pie and Domesticity
Albus has been swept into hugs and Scorp no longer has his hand to hold. Mrs Weasley puts the pie in his arms. "On the table, dear."
Scorpius - The Game
Ravenclaw plays and Scorpius is in the stands. He can feel the crush of the crowd around him, but there's no comfort in it.
Scorpius - What's in a Name
"I'd want to keep my name." "- Er?" "If we could marry, I'd keep my name." " - Scorp, we have an exam tomorrow." " - Right!"
Scorpius-Parker - You Put Me in Your Advice Column?!
" Uhm," Scorp says, "I suppose I asked for it. Literally. And it was good advice." "Excuse you, my advice is always good."
Scorpius - Bendy Straws
He's chewing on the end of one straw and fashioning the other into a heart. No magic involved. He gives it to Albus for holding.
Scorpius - To Laugh, To Love
"Dad, er. I may have blown up your cauldron." Draco stares at his son, who's covered in green gunk, and laughs. "May have?"
Albus-Scorp - Old Books
Scorp is bored of studying, so Al's pinned to a bookcase. "Er, the books. Old. O-" "Means they've seen it all then, right?"
Albus/Scorpius - Family Dinner
"Al and I are having a dinner, Dad. For all of us, both the families." " ... Son, you don't cook." "Uhm - Then, we'll order in."
Albus/Scorpius - The Right Present
The right present was the absolute wrong one. It made Scorpius blurt something he wasn't ready for Al to know yet. "I love you."
Albus/Scorpius - Carnival
There's the snap of a bulb and the boy he's wrapped himself so obscenely around tenses in fright. "Relax. Masks, remember?"
Albus/Scorpius - Learning to be Grownups
"We have NEWTs in the morning, Scorp. NEWTs! We can't spend the night snogging." "Right, you study and I snog, then." "Sc - Oh!"
Parker-Scorpius - Wardrobe Advice
"Do you think my arse looks good in these?" "Okay, I'm going to pretend you didn't ask that." "But, I have a date with Al!"
Scorpius - Least Favourite Class
There's always that one student in Potions who will explode a cauldron and be covered in goop and be laughed at. That's Scorp.
Albus/Scorpius - The Perfect Present
"Where are we?" Al asks, still dizzy from apparating, just as Scorp removes the blindfold. "The Muggle library! After hours!"
It could very well be the last of the great weather days ahead and the perfect sort of day to be spent outdoors, testing a newly built broom. Especially with it being the weekend.
There are a few students hanging about the pitch, but none in the air yet, except for Scorpius. His hair is windswept and ruined, his nose and cheeks are red from windburn, and he loves it. He loves flying and having the pitch to himself. Though, he does miss being on a team, the team, too. And it still pricks, thinking about such.
Not enough to ground him, however. Only thing to do that is to see the results from his tests.
Rigel, without a strand of dark hair out of place and all statue-esque, waits for him in the stands, timing each of his sprints across the pitch. His friend has twenty times scrawled on a parchment when Scorpius joins him.
He's handed the scrap as soon as he plops down on the seat beside him.
"35.8 was your best."
Scorpius pushes his goggles down to frown at the parchment. The time is decent, of course. There are worse brooms on the market, after all, and the broom itself handles beautifully, which is just as important as speed.
"Thanks for doing this," he says, looking through the times once more before pocketing the scrap.
35.8. Not bad.
"I was surprised you asked."
Now, Scorpius knows why Rigel comments as much. They haven't spent a lot of time together since the start of the year. Nothing like last, anyway. Mostly because:
"You've been spending a lot of time with Potter..."
It's an opening, Scorpius knows. He knows he ought to tell his friend what he should have told him ages ago. Albus and him may be keeping their relationship a secret, but this is Rigel, his best mate of only Merlin knows how many years, and he should have told him.
So he does. Sweating, if only a little.
"We're dating. Albus and I, we're, uhm - " He tugs nervously at his googles, which still hang about his neck. "We've been dating since the summer."
"I know. Olivia mentioned it," Rigel admits and Scorpius feels equal amounts of guilt and relief. He'd always half-hoped Olivia might let the secret slip and yet he feels bad when it does come from her.
He tugs at his goggles again.
"I should've told you."
"You should have." But, Rigel shoves at his shoulder, grinning, and all is well again? At the very least Scorpius hopes it is. "Why the secret?"
Sighing, he leans back against the stands. "From you? I don't know. From ...everyone? He's not ready to tell his parents yet."
He can sense Rigel raising an eyebrow and giving him a look before he even glances his way. "And you are? Ready to tell yours?"
"No," he admits with a frown. Telling his parents terrifies him, however eager he might seem about doing so. "I don't think I'd ever be ready to tell my parents, but there will always be some excuse not to tell them and - I want them to know."
Beside him, Rigel doesn't nod in understanding or sympathize, he merely stares at the clouds that float past overhead. Finally saying, "Well, if you are supposed to be keeping it a secret, you might want to stop making eyes at him in class."
Scorpius can feel his face heat in embarrassment. Red cheeks and nose and his neck feels as if it's on fire. "I don't make eyes at him in class!"
He doesn't do so purposefully, anyway. He'll admit to glancing at Albus, now and then. But, how could he not? Albus, with his green, intelligent eyes, his fond gaze, and his messy, soft hair that Scorpius never wants to stop running his fingers through. Oh, and his hands. Albus has nice hands. A bit on the ink-stained side but very bewitching. Especially when his boyfriend is trying to get into his robes.
Thinking about Albus' hands is apparently worth a shove to the shoulder though. Because that's what Rigel does, saying, "Oh, you've got a face."
Scorpius nearly pouts and scowls all at once. "I don't have a face!"
Except that he probably does. He might as well be drooling. Albus is very drool-worthy. Eyes, hair, hands.
As though sensing his thoughts again, Rigel stares him down until he squirms. Which is all the more embarrassing and Scorpius thinks flight is the appropriate response.
He knows Rigel brought his own broom, so he doesn't even ask, merely takes off as quick as he can so he doesn't have to hear whatever his friend is about to say.
There are a few students hanging about the pitch, but none in the air yet, except for Scorpius. His hair is windswept and ruined, his nose and cheeks are red from windburn, and he loves it. He loves flying and having the pitch to himself. Though, he does miss being on a team, the team, too. And it still pricks, thinking about such.
Not enough to ground him, however. Only thing to do that is to see the results from his tests.
Rigel, without a strand of dark hair out of place and all statue-esque, waits for him in the stands, timing each of his sprints across the pitch. His friend has twenty times scrawled on a parchment when Scorpius joins him.
He's handed the scrap as soon as he plops down on the seat beside him.
"35.8 was your best."
Scorpius pushes his goggles down to frown at the parchment. The time is decent, of course. There are worse brooms on the market, after all, and the broom itself handles beautifully, which is just as important as speed.
"Thanks for doing this," he says, looking through the times once more before pocketing the scrap.
35.8. Not bad.
"I was surprised you asked."
Now, Scorpius knows why Rigel comments as much. They haven't spent a lot of time together since the start of the year. Nothing like last, anyway. Mostly because:
"You've been spending a lot of time with Potter..."
It's an opening, Scorpius knows. He knows he ought to tell his friend what he should have told him ages ago. Albus and him may be keeping their relationship a secret, but this is Rigel, his best mate of only Merlin knows how many years, and he should have told him.
So he does. Sweating, if only a little.
"We're dating. Albus and I, we're, uhm - " He tugs nervously at his googles, which still hang about his neck. "We've been dating since the summer."
"I know. Olivia mentioned it," Rigel admits and Scorpius feels equal amounts of guilt and relief. He'd always half-hoped Olivia might let the secret slip and yet he feels bad when it does come from her.
He tugs at his goggles again.
"I should've told you."
"You should have." But, Rigel shoves at his shoulder, grinning, and all is well again? At the very least Scorpius hopes it is. "Why the secret?"
Sighing, he leans back against the stands. "From you? I don't know. From ...everyone? He's not ready to tell his parents yet."
He can sense Rigel raising an eyebrow and giving him a look before he even glances his way. "And you are? Ready to tell yours?"
"No," he admits with a frown. Telling his parents terrifies him, however eager he might seem about doing so. "I don't think I'd ever be ready to tell my parents, but there will always be some excuse not to tell them and - I want them to know."
Beside him, Rigel doesn't nod in understanding or sympathize, he merely stares at the clouds that float past overhead. Finally saying, "Well, if you are supposed to be keeping it a secret, you might want to stop making eyes at him in class."
Scorpius can feel his face heat in embarrassment. Red cheeks and nose and his neck feels as if it's on fire. "I don't make eyes at him in class!"
He doesn't do so purposefully, anyway. He'll admit to glancing at Albus, now and then. But, how could he not? Albus, with his green, intelligent eyes, his fond gaze, and his messy, soft hair that Scorpius never wants to stop running his fingers through. Oh, and his hands. Albus has nice hands. A bit on the ink-stained side but very bewitching. Especially when his boyfriend is trying to get into his robes.
Thinking about Albus' hands is apparently worth a shove to the shoulder though. Because that's what Rigel does, saying, "Oh, you've got a face."
Scorpius nearly pouts and scowls all at once. "I don't have a face!"
Except that he probably does. He might as well be drooling. Albus is very drool-worthy. Eyes, hair, hands.
As though sensing his thoughts again, Rigel stares him down until he squirms. Which is all the more embarrassing and Scorpius thinks flight is the appropriate response.
He knows Rigel brought his own broom, so he doesn't even ask, merely takes off as quick as he can so he doesn't have to hear whatever his friend is about to say.
The Jardin des Tuileries is quite the popular place. There are plenty of Parisians about, sunbathing near the pond or walking the grounds, and the tourists are snapping their pictures of all the sights to see or picnicking in the grass.
And why not? The day is a particularly nice one with a sunny forecast and the gardens are gorgeous.
There now also is a legendary musician and two young wizards on their first visit to Paris. They've all been on their feet since Orpheus led them into the city by way of Milliways, taking in the sights on foot, and they've stopped for a break before carrying on.
Scorpius is still taking in everything with his usual wide-eyed enthusiasm, despite his feet starting to hurt from all the walking.
But, he's resting now!
He's currently sharing a chair with Albus - which mostly means he's sitting on his boyfriend's lap - and is skimming the guidebook Albus has somehow gotten ahold of, despite Orpheus' assurances that such is not needed.
He's getting ideas on where to head next.
"What about the Catacombs? Is that weird, too gloomy?"
And why not? The day is a particularly nice one with a sunny forecast and the gardens are gorgeous.
There now also is a legendary musician and two young wizards on their first visit to Paris. They've all been on their feet since Orpheus led them into the city by way of Milliways, taking in the sights on foot, and they've stopped for a break before carrying on.
Scorpius is still taking in everything with his usual wide-eyed enthusiasm, despite his feet starting to hurt from all the walking.
But, he's resting now!
He's currently sharing a chair with Albus - which mostly means he's sitting on his boyfriend's lap - and is skimming the guidebook Albus has somehow gotten ahold of, despite Orpheus' assurances that such is not needed.
He's getting ideas on where to head next.
"What about the Catacombs? Is that weird, too gloomy?"
"Professor Potter. Prof Potter. Professor Potter, sir."
"You're so odd," Albus says from beside him, laughing.
"Shh, I'm practicing," Scorpius says, straddling the other man now. "You're a professor now, Professor Potter."
Albus' hands slid to his hips, his touch as gentle as always. "But you're not my student."
"So I can't call you professor," he replies, leaning down to kiss Albus, and wiggle his eyebrows at him, "In bed?"
Albus' face reddens, some things never changing. (For which Scorpius is utterly glad about. He's always liked the reactions he gets out of Albus.) "No! No, definitely not. Merlin's beard, I'd never be able to look at my students again."
Scorpius pouts. "But I could - "
"No. Stop with your deviant fantasies," Albus chastises, even as he reaches to undo the clasps of Scorpius' robes.
"Yes, Professor. And what else would you like me to do?"
(His seductive whisper would be much better without his laughing.)
Albus shoves the thick robes from his shoulders, spluttering and red-faced. "You - "
"Maybe - " He reaches for Albus' trousers. " - a little - " He undoes a button. " - extra - "
"If you finish that sentence, I'll never take you to another Quidditch game again."
Scorpius laughs. "Finally, an interruption! Thank Merlin for that. Thought you'd never stop me."
Albus pulls him in for another kiss. "So no deviant fantasies - ?"
"Only the usual," Scorpius murmurs back, kissing whatever he could reach of Albus. Which, admittedly, is quite a lot at the moment. "Merlin, I've missed you this week. Miss you every week."
"I missed you. I missed you both," Albus replies in a flurry activity as he tries to rid Scorpius of the rest of his clothes. "This back and forth - "
"I know." Their clothes are half undone, they're tangled in each other, and Scorpius pauses to kiss his husband with the utmost affection. "England," he says, heart beating rapidly in his chest. He just -
He loves Albus.
"We'll make that home and I'll - I'll buy Ellerby and Spudmore out if I bloody have to, to make it work. I'll start my own company."
Albus cups his face, blinking up at him. "You don't have to. Not for me."
"Not doing it for you." Scorpius kisses him on the nose. "Well. Maybe partly for you. Mostly I'm doing it for the nightly shags and so I don't have to change all the nappies."
"Oh, I see." Albus laughs, pulling him in for another kiss. "Because you change all the nappies."
"There are a lot of days in the week when you're not here - "
" - Which is when our mums are about to help."
" - and he goes through a lot, right?"
He curls up beside Albus then, entangling their fingers together.
"And maybe - Our families are there, right? No more international portkeys and Apparating and - You're done with Oxford now, you're to be a professor at Hogwarts. It feels right to move back to England.
"Not to your little flat there, but a proper place. And we can keep this property. We can always visit Germany again."
Beside him, Albus shifts so he's on his side and to have a better look at him.
"We can," his husband murmurs, in the same way he might tell Scorpius that he loves him and Scorpius still gets butterflies from all of that.
"You're so odd," Albus says from beside him, laughing.
"Shh, I'm practicing," Scorpius says, straddling the other man now. "You're a professor now, Professor Potter."
Albus' hands slid to his hips, his touch as gentle as always. "But you're not my student."
"So I can't call you professor," he replies, leaning down to kiss Albus, and wiggle his eyebrows at him, "In bed?"
Albus' face reddens, some things never changing. (For which Scorpius is utterly glad about. He's always liked the reactions he gets out of Albus.) "No! No, definitely not. Merlin's beard, I'd never be able to look at my students again."
Scorpius pouts. "But I could - "
"No. Stop with your deviant fantasies," Albus chastises, even as he reaches to undo the clasps of Scorpius' robes.
"Yes, Professor. And what else would you like me to do?"
(His seductive whisper would be much better without his laughing.)
Albus shoves the thick robes from his shoulders, spluttering and red-faced. "You - "
"Maybe - " He reaches for Albus' trousers. " - a little - " He undoes a button. " - extra - "
"If you finish that sentence, I'll never take you to another Quidditch game again."
Scorpius laughs. "Finally, an interruption! Thank Merlin for that. Thought you'd never stop me."
Albus pulls him in for another kiss. "So no deviant fantasies - ?"
"Only the usual," Scorpius murmurs back, kissing whatever he could reach of Albus. Which, admittedly, is quite a lot at the moment. "Merlin, I've missed you this week. Miss you every week."
"I missed you. I missed you both," Albus replies in a flurry activity as he tries to rid Scorpius of the rest of his clothes. "This back and forth - "
"I know." Their clothes are half undone, they're tangled in each other, and Scorpius pauses to kiss his husband with the utmost affection. "England," he says, heart beating rapidly in his chest. He just -
He loves Albus.
"We'll make that home and I'll - I'll buy Ellerby and Spudmore out if I bloody have to, to make it work. I'll start my own company."
Albus cups his face, blinking up at him. "You don't have to. Not for me."
"Not doing it for you." Scorpius kisses him on the nose. "Well. Maybe partly for you. Mostly I'm doing it for the nightly shags and so I don't have to change all the nappies."
"Oh, I see." Albus laughs, pulling him in for another kiss. "Because you change all the nappies."
"There are a lot of days in the week when you're not here - "
" - Which is when our mums are about to help."
" - and he goes through a lot, right?"
He curls up beside Albus then, entangling their fingers together.
"And maybe - Our families are there, right? No more international portkeys and Apparating and - You're done with Oxford now, you're to be a professor at Hogwarts. It feels right to move back to England.
"Not to your little flat there, but a proper place. And we can keep this property. We can always visit Germany again."
Beside him, Albus shifts so he's on his side and to have a better look at him.
"We can," his husband murmurs, in the same way he might tell Scorpius that he loves him and Scorpius still gets butterflies from all of that.
[For Emergency DE: Ficlet Prompt]
Scorpius sat observing his grandfather. His feet swung back and forth, toes more than a foot from the floor as he sat back in the far-too-big-yet-comfiest armchair in all of Malfoy Manor.
"And the Caerphilly Catapults have the Quaffle in hand - "
"Has a Malfoy played Quidditch before?" he asked, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees until his grandfather gave him a look. He straightened and sat back again.
"Professionally?"
"Yeah! - I mean, uhm. Yes, sir."
"Cassidy passes the Quaffle to Arendsen - "
His grandfather smiled briefly before clearing his throat. "Once or twice, but none in our direct line. Are you considering it?"
"Oh no," Scorpius said, sitting up all the more, quite nearly bouncing on the cushion. "No, sir. I want to be a curse-breaker! Uhm, after Hogwarts, of course."
"Of course." His grandfather chuckled. "And when did you decide this? Just last week you wanted to be a dragon keeper."
"Arendsen is stopped by a Bludger from Nilsson - "
"Oh, I still want to be a dragon keeper, but then when you read that article last week about the tomb, uhm - The tomb ex- exca- "
Scorpius frowned, trying to remember the word.
"Excavation," his grandfather filled in for him.
"Yea - Yes, sir. That! It sounded so cool. Maybe I can keep dragons like you keep peacocks?"
"The Magpies have the Quaffle! - "
"I'm afraid the Ministry has rules against that, and we're not to break the Ministry rules, Scorpius," his grandfather reminded him with a stern look.
There was something else to the look too, something behind it, but Scorpius paid no mind to that: The Magpies just scored against Caerphilly. He whooped with joy.
As the crowd cheered through the Wireless, Scorpius sat back with a look of his own.
"...Maybe playing Quidditch would be cool too."
Scorpius sat observing his grandfather. His feet swung back and forth, toes more than a foot from the floor as he sat back in the far-too-big-yet-comfiest armchair in all of Malfoy Manor.
"And the Caerphilly Catapults have the Quaffle in hand - "
"Has a Malfoy played Quidditch before?" he asked, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees until his grandfather gave him a look. He straightened and sat back again.
"Professionally?"
"Yeah! - I mean, uhm. Yes, sir."
"Cassidy passes the Quaffle to Arendsen - "
His grandfather smiled briefly before clearing his throat. "Once or twice, but none in our direct line. Are you considering it?"
"Oh no," Scorpius said, sitting up all the more, quite nearly bouncing on the cushion. "No, sir. I want to be a curse-breaker! Uhm, after Hogwarts, of course."
"Of course." His grandfather chuckled. "And when did you decide this? Just last week you wanted to be a dragon keeper."
"Arendsen is stopped by a Bludger from Nilsson - "
"Oh, I still want to be a dragon keeper, but then when you read that article last week about the tomb, uhm - The tomb ex- exca- "
Scorpius frowned, trying to remember the word.
"Excavation," his grandfather filled in for him.
"Yea - Yes, sir. That! It sounded so cool. Maybe I can keep dragons like you keep peacocks?"
"The Magpies have the Quaffle! - "
"I'm afraid the Ministry has rules against that, and we're not to break the Ministry rules, Scorpius," his grandfather reminded him with a stern look.
There was something else to the look too, something behind it, but Scorpius paid no mind to that: The Magpies just scored against Caerphilly. He whooped with joy.
As the crowd cheered through the Wireless, Scorpius sat back with a look of his own.
"...Maybe playing Quidditch would be cool too."
[For Emergency DE: Ficlet Prompt]
"Where were you this time?" Rigel asked, sorting through the scrolls that were piled on his desk - a backlog of cases for the Wizenmagot to view and for him to review after his lunch hour ended.
Scorpius lounged in the chair across from the desk, still smelling faintly of Floo powder and of the Leaky Cauldron, where he'd picked up two lunches before stopping in at the Ministry.
"Cambodia," he reminded his friend, not upset he'd forgotten. Rigel always had a lot on his desk. "And, mate, it was amazing. There was this faction of wizards, who lived in these massive trees, uhm - Banyan trees, right? The whole neighbourhood just lived in a knot of them with their houses built in the tree tops and then they had their shops under, within in the roots.
"When I told Albus and showed him the pictures, he said it reminded him of some Muggle book he'd read," Scorpius added, fondly rolling his eyes as he picked at what remained of his fish-and-chips lunch. "Robin Crusoe, I think."
"And when you told him you wanted to move there - ?"
Scorpius blushed. Rigel knew him well. He'd just asked Albus that morning.
"He laughed. Said I'd probably change my mind in a month, like last time, but that he'd think about it, as always.
"I would live there, though. It was like -
" - Flying, just without the broom?"
Scorpius laughed. (Okay. He was about to say that.) "Oh, shut it. It was."
Living in the tree tops? He could do that.
"Where were you this time?" Rigel asked, sorting through the scrolls that were piled on his desk - a backlog of cases for the Wizenmagot to view and for him to review after his lunch hour ended.
Scorpius lounged in the chair across from the desk, still smelling faintly of Floo powder and of the Leaky Cauldron, where he'd picked up two lunches before stopping in at the Ministry.
"Cambodia," he reminded his friend, not upset he'd forgotten. Rigel always had a lot on his desk. "And, mate, it was amazing. There was this faction of wizards, who lived in these massive trees, uhm - Banyan trees, right? The whole neighbourhood just lived in a knot of them with their houses built in the tree tops and then they had their shops under, within in the roots.
"When I told Albus and showed him the pictures, he said it reminded him of some Muggle book he'd read," Scorpius added, fondly rolling his eyes as he picked at what remained of his fish-and-chips lunch. "Robin Crusoe, I think."
"And when you told him you wanted to move there - ?"
Scorpius blushed. Rigel knew him well. He'd just asked Albus that morning.
"He laughed. Said I'd probably change my mind in a month, like last time, but that he'd think about it, as always.
"I would live there, though. It was like -
" - Flying, just without the broom?"
Scorpius laughed. (Okay. He was about to say that.) "Oh, shut it. It was."
Living in the tree tops? He could do that.
[For Emergency DE: Ficlet Prompt]
Scorpius sat in the armchair positioned by the window that overlooked the gardens. He'd sat there many times on his visits to Malfoy Manor, usually as his grandfather sat behind the desk, reading the Daily Prophet to him or listening to the Quidditch game on the Wireless with him.
It was dark outside, even the moon had disappeared behind a cloud, and there was no game on or Daily Prophet about.
Lucius too was missing from the scene.
He'd never be around again.
Scorpius sniffled and wiped at his eyes as the door to the study creaked open.
"Scorpius?" His grandmother crossed the room to him with a quiet grace, placing a hand on the top of his head when he glanced away. "Oh, darling."
Narcissa sighed, pressing a kiss to his forehead as grief overtook them.
"I never thought - He was just - "
"I know, darling." She patted his hair back, took a deep, shuddering breath, and stood tall again. "Go home to Albus, Scorpius. I had Bitsy Floo him and he's waiting for you. Astoria already took Draco home and there's nothing to be done now."
He clambered to his feet, his grandmother giving him a tired smile. Her eyes were red, her skin pale. She needed time to herself. To mourn her husband.
"Grandma - "
"I know. Shall I expect you in the morning?"
He nodded and embraced her. He could feel her trembling as he pulled away. He was trembling himself, all through the Floo and into his own study where Albus was waiting.
"Scorp - "
Scorpius sat in the armchair positioned by the window that overlooked the gardens. He'd sat there many times on his visits to Malfoy Manor, usually as his grandfather sat behind the desk, reading the Daily Prophet to him or listening to the Quidditch game on the Wireless with him.
It was dark outside, even the moon had disappeared behind a cloud, and there was no game on or Daily Prophet about.
Lucius too was missing from the scene.
He'd never be around again.
Scorpius sniffled and wiped at his eyes as the door to the study creaked open.
"Scorpius?" His grandmother crossed the room to him with a quiet grace, placing a hand on the top of his head when he glanced away. "Oh, darling."
Narcissa sighed, pressing a kiss to his forehead as grief overtook them.
"I never thought - He was just - "
"I know, darling." She patted his hair back, took a deep, shuddering breath, and stood tall again. "Go home to Albus, Scorpius. I had Bitsy Floo him and he's waiting for you. Astoria already took Draco home and there's nothing to be done now."
He clambered to his feet, his grandmother giving him a tired smile. Her eyes were red, her skin pale. She needed time to herself. To mourn her husband.
"Grandma - "
"I know. Shall I expect you in the morning?"
He nodded and embraced her. He could feel her trembling as he pulled away. He was trembling himself, all through the Floo and into his own study where Albus was waiting.
"Scorp - "
Scorpius can't sleep.
He's rolled over, tucked his pillow over his head, shoved the blankets off, pulled the blankets tight around him, tried to rouse Red into a game of foot-to-paw tag, read his Potions text by the tiny light of his wand...
None of it's worked. Nothing's helped to lull him into sleep.
All he can think about are the Quidditch try-outs.
He's mere hours away now, just having to get through a day of classes. But he's never had trouble with sleeping like this before. Not for Quidditch, anyway. He doesn't know why he's so concerned about it this year.
Tired of lying there, he pushes the blankets aside and his (thankfully) sock-covered feet soon touch the cold floor.
Not more than five minutes after that, Albus' bed creaks with his added weight as he perches on its edge and gives his boyfriend's shoulder a shake.
He's rolled over, tucked his pillow over his head, shoved the blankets off, pulled the blankets tight around him, tried to rouse Red into a game of foot-to-paw tag, read his Potions text by the tiny light of his wand...
None of it's worked. Nothing's helped to lull him into sleep.
All he can think about are the Quidditch try-outs.
He's mere hours away now, just having to get through a day of classes. But he's never had trouble with sleeping like this before. Not for Quidditch, anyway. He doesn't know why he's so concerned about it this year.
Tired of lying there, he pushes the blankets aside and his (thankfully) sock-covered feet soon touch the cold floor.
Not more than five minutes after that, Albus' bed creaks with his added weight as he perches on its edge and gives his boyfriend's shoulder a shake.
[For Pinch-Hit Daily Entertainment]
It's frightfully cold - perhaps the coldest day of the year so far - and despite his many layers and Ogden's Old warm in his belly, Scorpius presses close to Albus, his nose buried in his boyfriend's blue-and-bronze scarf, to fight the chill of Hogsmeade.
"I think I need to get you back to the castle," Albus says, chuckling in his ear, as the swaying starts.
Scorpius just shrugs, tipsy on the firewhiskey - only the two (or three or four?) glasses! - and utterly in love with his boyfriend, and continues on with the shuffle in the snow, pulling Albus along with him.
It's frightfully cold - perhaps the coldest day of the year so far - and despite his many layers and Ogden's Old warm in his belly, Scorpius presses close to Albus, his nose buried in his boyfriend's blue-and-bronze scarf, to fight the chill of Hogsmeade.
"I think I need to get you back to the castle," Albus says, chuckling in his ear, as the swaying starts.
Scorpius just shrugs, tipsy on the firewhiskey - only the two (or three or four?) glasses! - and utterly in love with his boyfriend, and continues on with the shuffle in the snow, pulling Albus along with him.
For Parker: A Self-Writing Quill. It might not be as good as your computer, he writes in a note to her, but it might come in handy if you ever lose your Muggle electrons. (He means electricity.) Also included: A Quick-Quotes Quill, mostly for whenever I need advice from you. Instructions on how to use (with no magic necessary) and ink are included with both.
For Lily: A scarf. (He hopes Lily likes it; it's rather difficult shopping for his boyfriend's sixteen-year-old grandmother.)
For Annabeth: Those colour-changing inks and quill that he had promised her. And a book on architecture, much like the astronomy book he shared with her on their date. He includes a short note with hers: Write me sometime? I miss you.
For Posner: Quills and inks and a journal for the new Oxford student, as well as a Remembrall. In case you stuff your head with too much poetry and start to forget the rest.
For Orpheus: Sunblock - for protection, he pens - and a book that recites the most awful wizard's poetry that had ever been written upon opening.
For Mia, Cepheus, and Draco: A coat for the mother, a golden cauldron for the father, and a bundle of toys for the baby. (Er, well - The only baby that Scorpius knows about, anyway.)
For Kate: A small charm. (Because he knows she loves to ride as much as he loves to fly and just wanted to get her a little something.)
For Alex , William, and Sameth: A bundle of candy from Honeydukes for each. From Sugar Quills to Chocoballs and Ice Mice. Just about everything Honeydukes has for sale, really.
For Albus: A sprig of mistletoe. (He'll have to see Scorpius about the real gift.)
For Lily: A scarf. (He hopes Lily likes it; it's rather difficult shopping for his boyfriend's sixteen-year-old grandmother.)
For Annabeth: Those colour-changing inks and quill that he had promised her. And a book on architecture, much like the astronomy book he shared with her on their date. He includes a short note with hers: Write me sometime? I miss you.
For Posner: Quills and inks and a journal for the new Oxford student, as well as a Remembrall. In case you stuff your head with too much poetry and start to forget the rest.
For Orpheus: Sunblock - for protection, he pens - and a book that recites the most awful wizard's poetry that had ever been written upon opening.
For Mia, Cepheus, and Draco: A coat for the mother, a golden cauldron for the father, and a bundle of toys for the baby. (Er, well - The only baby that Scorpius knows about, anyway.)
For Kate: A small charm. (Because he knows she loves to ride as much as he loves to fly and just wanted to get her a little something.)
For Alex , William, and Sameth: A bundle of candy from Honeydukes for each. From Sugar Quills to Chocoballs and Ice Mice. Just about everything Honeydukes has for sale, really.
For Albus: A sprig of mistletoe. (He'll have to see Scorpius about the real gift.)
{oom} first date
2011-09-05 13:06There are no nifflers to be careful of with the magical creatures off hiding wherever it is their nest happens to be and the cottage itself is rather modest as it undergoes renovations. It used to belong to a great something-or-other on the Greengrass side of the family and his grandparents are thinking of turning it into a vacation property, and Scorpius explains as much as he closes the door to Milliways behind them.
"Not much to see. There's the bedrooms and the loo upstairs, and the kitchen is through there," he says, gesturing toward the rooms with his chin.
The place is bigger than Scorpius might have let on - compared to Malfoy Manor and his family home, it is small and quaint - and it'll take the whole summer to finish the renovations that he's started.
"But we're not here to see this old place."
He slides his arm around Albus' waist for a Side-Along.
(But he also gives Albus a rather quick kiss too while he has his arm around him. He did say he was going to, after all.)
"Not much to see. There's the bedrooms and the loo upstairs, and the kitchen is through there," he says, gesturing toward the rooms with his chin.
The place is bigger than Scorpius might have let on - compared to Malfoy Manor and his family home, it is small and quaint - and it'll take the whole summer to finish the renovations that he's started.
"But we're not here to see this old place."
He slides his arm around Albus' waist for a Side-Along.
(But he also gives Albus a rather quick kiss too while he has his arm around him. He did say he was going to, after all.)
{oom} end of the year
2011-08-09 14:59With the school year at an end, there's a lot to do before morning. Trunks need packing, last arrangements need arranging, and, as the hour nears the nightly curfew, the Ravenclaw Common Room steadily fills with a crowd for goodbyes.
Scorpius is sitting apart from most of it, found on the stairs that lead to the boy's dorm. Drinks are starting to be passed around, and the Ravenclaw Captain hands one off to him at some point, but Scorpius has no interest in joining the big farewell party.
He's watching for a familiar head of unruly black hair. A boy with very green eyes.
He's been wanting to chat with Albus since his talk with Parker. But there was always someone around or something that needed doing as the last week of school came to an end and -
And Scorpius has been scared of saying goodbye. Because that's what it is, isn't it? A goodbye.
Now tonight might be his last chance to do so and he needs to.
Scorpius is sitting apart from most of it, found on the stairs that lead to the boy's dorm. Drinks are starting to be passed around, and the Ravenclaw Captain hands one off to him at some point, but Scorpius has no interest in joining the big farewell party.
He's watching for a familiar head of unruly black hair. A boy with very green eyes.
He's been wanting to chat with Albus since his talk with Parker. But there was always someone around or something that needed doing as the last week of school came to an end and -
And Scorpius has been scared of saying goodbye. Because that's what it is, isn't it? A goodbye.
Now tonight might be his last chance to do so and he needs to.
Scorpius was half-asleep, his face pressed against Rigel's shoulder and an arm flung across his waist as his friend dictated a letter to a self-writing quill.
" - In my opinion, the Wizenmagot would blahblahblah - "
Scorpius wasn't paying attention. Olivia poked him in the foot with her own.
"Scorpius?"
"Hmm?" he inquired, barely lifting his head, even when Rigel shifted his shoulder.
Olivia sat with her back against the bedpost at the foot of the bed, a book forgotten in her lap. "Why were you staring at Albus Potter in class today?"
Scorpius tensed and Rigel certainly felt it, pausing in his dictation.
"What d'you mean?" he questioned, mumbling and slurring the words together as his face heated in embarrassment. He wondered if Rigel could feel that through his robes.
"You kept looking over at him - "
" - Every other minute," Rigel concluded, adding his own testimony.
"Is he bothering you?" Olivia asked.
Scorpius pushed away from his friend, sitting up on the bed to find their eyes peering at him with concern, curiosity, and -
Presumption. Like they already knew the answer.
"It wasn't every other minute."
"Do you fancy him?" came the critically asked question from Rigel.
Scorpius cowered into the pillows, turning his red face away from his friends.
"Rigel! We said we wouldn't - "
"Oh, Merlin. He does. He fancies Albus Potter. Look how he acts - "
"So what if I do?" he shot hotly at his friend, clambering to his feet. He was glad the Slytherin dorms were empty of anyone else. "If you've got a problem with it - "
Olivia grabbed at his wrist. "We don't."
"You don't?" He looked at Rigel.
"No, of course not. You have to stop thinking I'll abandon you at any opportunity. I haven't and I won't. I'm only - " Rigel took a deep breath. "Processing."
"He's been processing for weeks," Olivia murmured to him, quirking an eyebrow at her boyfriend.
"I still fancy girls too," Scorpius murmured. He felt a pang of guilt as he thought about Annabeth. Annabeth, who he couldn't talk about because of the complications of Milliways.
Rigel shook his head. "He's Harry Potter's son."
Scorpius climbed back into the bed, shrugging his shoulders. "He's Albus."
"You've been talking to him?" Olivia asked interestedly, scooting forward on the duvet.
Rigel was wide-eyed. "Does he fancy blokes too?"
"I - I don't know." And Scorpius didn't. His stomach churned unpleasantly. "Could we not talk about this?"
Rigel shrugged and Olivia smiled. Neither pushed.
Rigel started his letter again as Scorpius curled up against him once more.
"I think he's cute," Olivia whispered with finality to end the conversation. Scorpius grinned as Rigel groaned and rolled his eyes.
A few moments later the lid of Rigel's trunk burst open and Red clambered out, pulling at a bit of fabric with her teeth.
"Your cat is stealing my dress robes," his friend complained.
Scorpius closed his eyes, burying his face against Rigel's shoulder once more. "I wouldn't fight her about it. She'll only win."
" - In my opinion, the Wizenmagot would blahblahblah - "
Scorpius wasn't paying attention. Olivia poked him in the foot with her own.
"Scorpius?"
"Hmm?" he inquired, barely lifting his head, even when Rigel shifted his shoulder.
Olivia sat with her back against the bedpost at the foot of the bed, a book forgotten in her lap. "Why were you staring at Albus Potter in class today?"
Scorpius tensed and Rigel certainly felt it, pausing in his dictation.
"What d'you mean?" he questioned, mumbling and slurring the words together as his face heated in embarrassment. He wondered if Rigel could feel that through his robes.
"You kept looking over at him - "
" - Every other minute," Rigel concluded, adding his own testimony.
"Is he bothering you?" Olivia asked.
Scorpius pushed away from his friend, sitting up on the bed to find their eyes peering at him with concern, curiosity, and -
Presumption. Like they already knew the answer.
"It wasn't every other minute."
"Do you fancy him?" came the critically asked question from Rigel.
Scorpius cowered into the pillows, turning his red face away from his friends.
"Rigel! We said we wouldn't - "
"Oh, Merlin. He does. He fancies Albus Potter. Look how he acts - "
"So what if I do?" he shot hotly at his friend, clambering to his feet. He was glad the Slytherin dorms were empty of anyone else. "If you've got a problem with it - "
Olivia grabbed at his wrist. "We don't."
"You don't?" He looked at Rigel.
"No, of course not. You have to stop thinking I'll abandon you at any opportunity. I haven't and I won't. I'm only - " Rigel took a deep breath. "Processing."
"He's been processing for weeks," Olivia murmured to him, quirking an eyebrow at her boyfriend.
"I still fancy girls too," Scorpius murmured. He felt a pang of guilt as he thought about Annabeth. Annabeth, who he couldn't talk about because of the complications of Milliways.
Rigel shook his head. "He's Harry Potter's son."
Scorpius climbed back into the bed, shrugging his shoulders. "He's Albus."
"You've been talking to him?" Olivia asked interestedly, scooting forward on the duvet.
Rigel was wide-eyed. "Does he fancy blokes too?"
"I - I don't know." And Scorpius didn't. His stomach churned unpleasantly. "Could we not talk about this?"
Rigel shrugged and Olivia smiled. Neither pushed.
Rigel started his letter again as Scorpius curled up against him once more.
"I think he's cute," Olivia whispered with finality to end the conversation. Scorpius grinned as Rigel groaned and rolled his eyes.
A few moments later the lid of Rigel's trunk burst open and Red clambered out, pulling at a bit of fabric with her teeth.
"Your cat is stealing my dress robes," his friend complained.
Scorpius closed his eyes, burying his face against Rigel's shoulder once more. "I wouldn't fight her about it. She'll only win."
{oom} impromptu picnics
2011-06-08 11:09Scorpius is done before her. He's always done before Annabeth.
(And usually he's sweating and feeling disgusting but also feeling good and she's just -
A bloody gorgeous demigod who can run laps around him. And he doesn't mind one bit.)
So he waves her off to continue on with her jog and he heads inside to grab two bottles of water and a picnic basket of things that Bar provides before meeting her by the lake.
(Because he tries to be a gentleman and a good kind-of-sort-of boyfriend - Though, they're the real deal now, aren't they? If anyone asked, he'd likely say she was his girlfriend. - and a picnic by the lake? Well, that's just what boyfriends do.)
He greets her again with a kiss to the cheek.
"I, uhm - Have no idea what she gave us in here, but Bar usually has good taste in food, right?"
(And usually he's sweating and feeling disgusting but also feeling good and she's just -
A bloody gorgeous demigod who can run laps around him. And he doesn't mind one bit.)
So he waves her off to continue on with her jog and he heads inside to grab two bottles of water and a picnic basket of things that Bar provides before meeting her by the lake.
(Because he tries to be a gentleman and a good kind-of-sort-of boyfriend - Though, they're the real deal now, aren't they? If anyone asked, he'd likely say she was his girlfriend. - and a picnic by the lake? Well, that's just what boyfriends do.)
He greets her again with a kiss to the cheek.
"I, uhm - Have no idea what she gave us in here, but Bar usually has good taste in food, right?"