dinner parties | scorbus

CH34: private conversation

CH34: private conversation (4933 Words)

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Albus had barely been able to give Scorpius a second alone in the hours immediately following the game. Like magnets, his fingers were constantly chasing Scorpius' grip, and his touch, and his lips decorated the boy's cheek with tiny pecks. Of course, Scorpius made a point of hardly minding at all. Despite the harsh looks that Albus received from his mother due to his persistence to sprawl all over his boyfriend, Scorpius only encouraged the behaviour by holding on tightly when Albus did approach.

Considering that celebrations were in order, pulling the two boys apart and effectively keeping it that way had been inconclusive and unsuccessful. Though, each time Harry leaned over his shoulder to remind Albus to give his lover some space, Scorpius merely shook his head and shrugged. "Oh, I don't mind!"

They'd barely found themselves with a moment alone, though, and Albus itched for a private second to talk to Scorpius about it — to say things privately that his parents did not need to hear. He'd attempted to whisper into Scorpius' ears a few times, yet received an interruption because of his parents' seeming fright they'd slink off for alternate purposes. It drove Albus mental, and it did much the same for Scorpius, who regarded him with narrowed eyes and a sweet, loving grin.

The first time that Scorpius had slipped the ring onto his finger, Albus had been hit with a wrecking ball of wonder. His eyes had run over the surface; followed by his thumb some seconds later. The uneven surface pressed into the grooves of his fingers. He'd been dying to ask Scorpius about it, and received the chance long after the proposal had occurred.

"I was made from one of my mother's spoons. She used to collect them."

"Oh... that's— Scorpius, that's, just beautiful."

The blond boy shrugged. "She never got to meet you. I know it probably doesn't mean as much to you as it does to me to know she's always with you, but..."

Albus glanced at the ring on his finger. He presumed that the silver had been woven out of the slim handle due to the inconsistent size of the band. However, it had been welded together in a fashion that allowed for smooth edges. The gaps between the flowers were painted a dark shade of black, and the ring had also been adorned with small speckles that (as Albus looked closer) appeared to be small stars. He wondered as to how Scorpius had found such a perfect spoon, let alone had the idea to have it welded into such a personal piece of jewellery. Then, he started.

"The flowers are daisies!"

"...Yeah," Scorpius mumbled, smiling. "I thought—"

"I'm honoured to have this. My mind is... blowing up and combusting. How'd you even pick out a spoon so personal?"

"It was always my favourite one when I was little," Scorpius told him. "And I thought it was perfect for us."

"Boys!" A feminine voice called from further up the path. Albus nearly groaned, and he could have — Scorpius wouldn't have minded. But, he resisted the urge and tugged Scorpius forward, lacing his hands through the boy's elbow.

"Five minutes. That's all I want — five minutes." Albus whispered beneath his breath. He didn't need to walk around their estate, he'd done it a thousand times. And, sure, Scorpius hadn't, but, granted — he didn't necessarily want to. He could tell; reading Scorpius like a book. Based on the way that a hand carded down our back, and his fingers toyed at the hemline of Albus' shirt — that he, too, would rather be alone.

"Yeah, apparently not," Scorpius joked. He pressed his lips to the crown of Albus' head affectionately. They picked up the pace, rounding into view of their parents, and forced smiles. Scorpius slipped his hand down Albus' arm and held his fingers. "So... how do you feel about everything?"