Scorpius Malfoy

"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.

[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.

[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.

"That should do it then."

From the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, Scorpius could see many things:

A young man on a pedestal, draped in the brand-new and far-too fancy dress robes for his liking.

A shop-keeper with her wand as she adjusted and trimmed the robes to fit just right.

A mother with her daughter-in-law to be, their voices low, finalizing what needed to be finalized.

And a door cracked open, a familiar bar on the other side, waiting.

He wasn't sure which of the sights it was that made him break into a cold sweat.

"Not too tight?"