#albus x scorpius
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smitten boys
part one of some scorbus kisses for the Kiss Art February challenge hosted by @ violettnouvel on Instagram <3
i ain’t never seen two pretty best friends with the same aesthetic ones always got to be emo and the other looks like a golden retriever
chapter five
Albus’ favourite thing about the Club had to be the view of the horizon from the patio just outside the kitchen. The curvature of the sky could almost be seen from the concrete slabs, the blending colours as the sun set casting a gentle light over the predominantly flat golf course before the Club. Under the dwindling evening heat, shirt sleeves fluttering from the gentle breeze whipping through the branches and skimming around his ankles, Albus always felt calm. The sky would transform in to a work of art right before his eyes and he would sit in silence as silhouetted birds flirted with the streaky clouds and wove in and out of their usual triangular alignment.
Often he would sit on the drying grass, fingertips meticulously smoothing through the browning strands as Albus allowed his mind to empty and be filled with nothing but silenced tranquillity. In his world of constantly moving places and frequently intense encounters Albus relished these moments of loneliness; with just him, the sun and the summoning stars Albus felt invincible.
The rest of his day had been spent following his parents around as they forced the family to spend time together. They went on a walk around the grounds, Ginny insisting that the air would clear their minds and allow them to reconnect with the earth, or some other reason like that. Albus would have protested more, but the look of desperation and desire on his mother’s face led him to follow along in their lengthening shadows, feet almost dragging as they outlined the perimeter of the golf course. Harry had then brought them to the poolside for an hours, lounging under the umbrellas as gentle splashes of chlorine-filled water cooled them from the marathon the family had practically completed earlier. An essence of awkwardness lingered as the Potter family pretended that everything was okay and that the current series of events weren’t occurring to solely create a façade of perfection and familial contentment; so, after a short while of sitting in silence, Albus excused himself again.
And his short walk led him to where he sat now: legs crossed as he watched the blue of the day intermingling with the growing darkness of night. When the world wanted him to travel at the speed of light Albus always felt that sitting right here would always bring him back to his speed.
“Are you stalking me?”
That was until, of course, someone interrupted him.
pairing:albus potter x scorpius malfoy
wordcount:7,015chapter four
The world seemed to be on Albus’ side as the Potter’s trudged down to breakfast the following morning. Despite the bags under his eyes from his late night rendezvous and a constellation of bug bites rising over his skin, Albus felt like the higher forces wanted him to have a good day. For starters the family had risen seemingly forgetting all of the tension from the day before, with his parents sleepily exchanging utterances of love over a cup of coffee and Lily and James actually getting along for once. Then when they arrived at their table for breakfast the waiter announced that they were finally serving crepes again and Albus physically beamed. Though he wasn’t a fan of American breakfast foods in their entirety, he would admit to being impartial to a few crepes every now and again. When they arrived the Club seemed to have discontinued from them their menu so Albus would gladly admit his delight at their unexpected return.
After the two intense positives outlining his morning Albus didn’t think his day could have got off to a better start. He had his favourite food and an array of toppings scattered around him and his finally reconstructed family, the warming sun dancing over his back as it rained in from the open doors to the golf course. For the first time in the entire week Albus felt relaxed, entirely tranquil in his situation and surprisingly happy for it being eight in the morning. Then he looked up from his plate, finding himself blinded as he accidentally looked directly at the sun.
Because, of course, there Scorpius was scuttling between tables and meandering through the masses of members sipping at coffee and scratching their knives over their plates. His fingertips wobbled as he piled one too many plates on to his stack, eyes widening momentarily as he regained his balance and plodded off to kitchen. As he went to back in to the room Scorpius’ head surveyed the dining area, eyes lighting as he caught a second of Albus’ face. Albus tipped his head in response, grinning as Scorpius lingered a moment longer before disappearing out of view in to the kitchen.
“Al,” Lily’s voice coaxed him back to reality. Her fingertips grabbed in his direction, eyes staring at the pitcher of juice in front of him. “Pass the orange juice, please?”
pairing:albus x scorpius
wordcount:7,829
chapter 2The dining room at Ivory Falls could change atmosphere with a flip of a coin; in the late evening sultry tones from local bands bounced off the walls, filling the area with encouragements of promiscuity and romance. Dinners and luncheons oozed professionalism as the tables boasted crisp, white tablecloths and the porcelain cutlery shone like a sea of stars outlining the placemats of the wealthy individuals who would be eating there for the day. The furniture would be cushioned with fine fabrics, not a squeak or creak to be heard as middle-aged men seated their heavy bodies down.
Even now, at nine in the morning as the sun began to creep up the clear sky, the dining room appeared completely different to the setting when Albus had arrived the evening prior. As he gently scrubbed his sleepy eyes and ignored the churning of his stomach as he awaited his breakfast, Albus glanced around in admiration at how altered the room now looked. Where the bar would have been bustling hours prior the staff had placed pitchers of juice and water waiting to be brought to the tables. The door to the kitchen constantly swung as waiters brought out dish after dish of breakfast foods to all the members cluttering around the circular tables. It was almost like a theatrical act; as time moved on the room and waiting staff all underwent quick changes to fit the new mood, dressing in costumes of luxury for the evenings or all white for wedding receptions.
The Potter’s reserved a table by the French doors extending on to the golf course for every meal. The laced table tops caught the sun beautifully, cutlery glinting and faces warmed with a morning glow as they waited for their food. Ginny’s eyes were cast to the course outside, staring longingly at the balls floating in the air while she idly stirred a cup of coffee. Lily and James had been engrossed in a mildly intense argument since they woke up, swatting petty insults at each other as James insisted he hadn’t seen her sunglasses while Lily seethed in her seat.
Albus, however, had been too preoccupied taking in his surroundings to engage in any sort of conversation. He’d spent his morning assessing the workers as they danced around the cluttered tables, tiptoeing between small spaces as they paraded trays and cups to patrons. He looked back to his family, eventually, circling his gaze around everyone until he landed on his dad.
Albus thought he knew Ivory Falls Country Club like the back of his hand. He’d spent his summer vacation there every year since he was old enough to have a passport; he had memorised the depth of the pool, the menus for the restaurant and even the names of every staff member he came across. You can imagine his surprise when, as the Potter family return for their annual stay, he meets a blonde-haired summer worker called Scorpius who promises to turn his summer upside down.
or the one where albus and scorpius fall in love over summer.
(think dirty dancing and high school musical without the songs.)pairing: albus potter x scorpius malfoy
word count: 8,499 (1/12)Heathrow Airport is constantly buzzing, Albus has learned. Whether a morning flight departing over a sliver of sunrise or a night-time delay set to a backdrop of flashing lights and harmonious yawns, there are always people flocking the terminals. Thousands of discarded coffee cups and ragged newspapers outline the endless waiting areas, ghosts of the former individuals who inhabited the seats. Forgotten scarves and tablet chargers dangle helplessly to the floor, swimming between masses of people all waiting for their flight.
The four-thirty departure to California from Terminal 3 had already been delayed by twenty minutes when Albus Potter returned from the bookshop he had been perusing. It was two o’clock, prime time for flights, and the Potter family had arrived suitably early for their mid-afternoon haul to Ivory Falls, stuck among the rush hour airport traffic. There were thickets of bodies all glued together in packed waiting areas, bags invading other’s personal space as uptight businessmen battled over who would get the last charging port for their phone. Families huddled together, pillows and blankets clutched to aggravated children’s chests as their parents relayed the news of late flights to them. Albus felt as though he couldn’t breathe. So he left for a while.
With his rucksack slung over his shoulder he weaved his way through the maze of tourists to find the Duty Free area, feet dragging on the slippery floor as he trundled in to the back corner: the book corner. Albus had been to the airport enough times to memorise the layout of Duty Free. Towards the left were fragrances and toiletries – he vividly remembered walking in with Lily five years ago when she proceeded to drop a fairly expensive Tom Ford scent on the floor – with the path winding around through sunglasses to clothes to alcohol. Albus didn’t care for those areas, though. Like a bee to flora he hovered immediately to the small book area, shelves haphazardly littered with random titles from all the possible genres.
Albus thought himself a poet, and so wherever he went he would always have two particular things in his bag: his journal and a book of poetry. He consumed inspiration wherever he was and knew he would be empty without a plain expanse to inscribe his feelings. Albus’ journal had a few pages remaining, stuffed to the core with rhythmic limericks or sonnets about a cute barista he saw over the counter in a coffee shop. He needed a new poetry book, however. For his sixteenth birthday a few weeks prior his parents had splurged on a first edition copy of his favourite poet’s debut collection which, despite Albus’ attempts to read slowly, he devoured in days.
So here he was now. Stood before the bookshelves hoping to spot something that would keep him entertained for the six weeks he was about to spend in a Country Club he’d been visiting since he was old enough to have a passport. Albus would be the first to admit that he adored going away on vacations or spontaneous weekend visits to Rome, but going to the same place in the same country for the entirety of his summer break began to feel more like a chore than a luxury. Albus knew that the amount of money his parents threw at Ivory Falls Country Club to retain their membership was obscene and, after all these years, could have mounted up to the price of a small island. It was no secret his parents were ‘well off’; considering his mother had been a professional golfer for most of her life and his father had created a reputation of being one of the most successful lawyers in London it would be hard to think the Potter’s were anything less than financially stable.
pairing: scorpius malfoy & albus severus potter
wordcount: 3,687
(also readable on ao3!)Whenever Scorpius had visited The Burrow he always noticed how every single nook and cranny simply radiatedwith joy. The creaks that erupted from the staircases as one ascended up the many floors of the home had a positively happy ring to them, the gnomes that inhabited the untamed garden all had smiles on their mischievous faces and even the chipped cutlery seemed to glitter with cleanliness. It felt awfully homely; the way that the chairs curved down from the weight of many people past and present perching on its unsteady legs felt like a comforting support from any problems that Scorpius may have been feeling. Even now, submerged in a hammock strung up between two fine oak trees with a book on his lap, listening to the younger Potters and Weasley’s galloping through the grass, Scorpius felt like he was at home.
He was spending the Easter holiday with Albus and his family as, for the first time, his dad was vacationing with his Grandma and Grandpa Greengrass in the ruins of Rome. Scorpius felt a miniscule wash of spite fill his stomach as his dad expressed his wishes for Scorpius to remain at home, but that feeling was soon gone after Albus extended his invitation to spend the holiday at the Burrow. Scorpius deeply enjoyed any time spent with the Potter family, much more so if the Weasley’s were involved in any way. He recalled the first time he’d met the elder Weasley’s, Molly and Arthur in particular; it was Christmas a year ago and, underneath the gentle glow of string lights hanging between archways and lampshades, he and Albus were gift-giving. Molly had ushered in a tray of freshly baked mince pie, dotting a kiss to the scruffy head of Albus, then to Scorpius, before scuttling out to prepare some hot chocolate. Arthur dozed in the corner on an emerald coloured armchair, uttering words of nonsense between gruff snores that slipped through his open lips. They’d immediately greeted Scorpius as though he were a family member: he’d loved them ever since.
Rose: If you took a shot everytime you did something stupid, how drunk would you be?
Victoire: Possibly a bit…
Teddy: *spits out drink* Come on Vic, you’d be sober.
Victoire: Ahh, ba-
Louis:*gags*
Hugo: A little tipsy.
Molly: I certainly wouldn’t be able to drive.
Lucy: Past my ‘emotional drunk’ stage and nearing ‘runaway pickpocket’.
Molly: Wait, you’ve had alcohol before?
Lucy:…
Lily: Pretty sure I’d be dancing on tables.
Fred: Remember that time I sprained my wrist in a makeshift Quidditch match at 3am?
Roxanne: *high fives Fred* That was sick.
Fred, Roxanne, Louis: About that level.
Fred, Roxanne, Louis:JINX!
Fred, Roxanne, Louis: Double ji-
Dominique: Merlin’s Beard, blackout drunk at least.
James: Totally wasted.
Albus:Dead.
Victoire:…
Teddy:…
Louis:…
Hugo:…
Molly:…
Lucy:…
Lily:…
Fred:…
Roxanne:…
Dominique:…
James:…
Scorpius: Haha, same. *fist bumps Albus*
Albus: I like my women like I like my coffee.
Scorpius: *thinking* Crap, he isn’t gay then.
Albus: *sips tea*
Scorpius: Dad, I have to tell you something.
Draco: What is it, Scorp?
Scorpius: I’m dating someone.
Draco: That’s wonderful news! Who are they, have I met them before?
Scorpius: *blushes* Well, it’s my best friend - Albus.
Draco: Albus… POTTER?
Scorpius: -Uh, yeah.
Draco: *crying* Merlin, I’m just so proud of you-
Scorpius:…
Draco: Getting a Potter like that; I’m - I’m amazed.
*later that day*
Albus: So, how did it go?
Scorpius: I thought my grandfather was exaggerating when he told me how much my dad would talk about ‘famous Harry Potter’ - but he’s been complimenting his Quidditch skills alone for two hours.
Albus: Huh, weird.
Scorpius and Albus: I bet they were really good friends!
Rose: I read earlier that 1 in 10 people identify as LGBT+.
Hugo: Well, since there are 12 of us Weasley grandchildren, that would mean at least one of us is gay?
Lucy: I guess so.
James: Huh, I wonder who it will be?
Fred: Maybe’s it’s just Dominique - some past stats only say 1 in 20.
Dominique: That’s more down to stigma around it - those stats also don’t count young people, and since young people are increasingly more open, it looks like the number of LGBT+ people is increasing.
Louis: And she wonders why she’s the president of the GSA.
Dominique: I’ve told you about fifty times now, we renamed it ‘SAGA’ so it’s more inclusive.
Louis: Like the fact that we’re wizards and witches has nothing to do with it?
Lucy: Well, I like the new name, Dominique.
Molly: *pensively* Lily hangs out with that Ravenclaw girl an awful lot.
Lucy:Who?
Rose: -Daisy? That’s her cous-
Molly: I know! I meant Estelle, the Ravenclaw Seeker.
Louis: Bloody good one for her age too! We were in drills the other day and she caught the Snitch by grasping it with her feet! I could never catch that well, being a Beater is so much easie-
Fred: *changing the subject* I mean, we can’t assume anything - they’re only second years, and they could just be really good friends for all we know.
Rose: Yeah, they probably bond over Quidditch and Gobstones - nothing hot and heavy happening there.
Roxanne: Even so, Lily’s always been a bit of a tomboy, she’s never expressed any interest in dating boys before; just saying that I wouldn’t be shocked if she were the gay one.
Scorpius: Personally, I hope it’s Albus.
Dominique:…
Molly:…
Lucy:…
James:…
Louis:…
Roxanne:…
Fred:…
Rose:…
Scorpius: He’s cute.
Hugo: Well, I guess we already know who ‘the gay Malfoy’ is then.
Can anyone who has both read and seen the Cursed Child confirm that a certain ghost DID SAY of a certain pretty boy:
‘You’d be amazed at how many girls AND BOYS I heard doing love incantations’
Whereas my copy of the script only says 'girls’ ???
I’ve read gay books written by gay people that still haven’t been as gay as cursed child
“If I had to choose a companion to be at the return of eternal darkness with, I’d choose you.”
Scorpius and Albus.
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“And it’s something I should have said a long time ago. In fact, you’re probably the best person I know. And you don’t — you couldn’t — hold me back. You make me stronger — and when Dad forced us apart — without you —”
“I didn’t much like my life without you in it either.”
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albus: you look beautiful today
scorpius: aww, tha-
albus: april fools
scorpius:oh
albus: you look beautiful every day
scorpius, crying softly:oh
