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.
