dinner parties | scorbus

35: blooming

CH35: blooming (11,862 words)

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"Hello, sunshine!"

"Hi!"

Albus threw his arms around Scorpius' neck. His fingers carded through the soft hair at the back of his boyfriend's neck. It slipped through his fingers easily, freshly cleaned, slick, and fluffy. His shoes lifted from the floor as Scorpius picked him up, giving him a slight spin, before placing him back onto the floor. Within a second, Scorpius cupped his face and kissed him, tenderly, his fingertips running over Albus' cheeks. After a moment, the blond pulled back and nuzzled his nose.

"I've been waiting for you all day. I even had to study to get rid of my excited energy." Albus slipped his hand through the loop of Scorpius' elbow. They began down the hallway, to the Entrance Hall, smiling at one another.

"Wait until you get to spend time with me every day."

Albus resisted the urge to wriggle in excitement. He tugged on Scorpius' arm. "I know!"

"But, until then, we have the hell of wedding planning."

"I don't care about the plans, I just want to be married," Albus whispered. "How exciting will that be?"

Scorpius didn't say anything. Though, he smiled, proudly, down at Albus. Their shoes clicked on the floor with satisfying echoes as they moved. The steps were uneven and varied, some were heavy and some were loud. Albus' arms slipped around Scorpius' waist and held on tightly; soft, loving and peaceful, merely desperate to be as close as possible.

When they finally reached the front doors, they pulled apart. They followed the bubble of chatter into the dining hall; hand in hand, smiling so greatly that Scorpius' nose scrunched sweetly. Albus swung their fingers childishly, tugging Scorpius through the tall doors.

"Good afternoon, Mr Malfoy!" Albus called down the table. The boy watched his father slide his face into his hands and cringe at Albus' behaviour and his inappropriate yell down the table. Though, Draco didn't seem to mind.

"Hi, Albus!"

The brunet boy pulled Scorpius along. He lowered himself into a chair beside his father; offering a polite grin to his glittery, glowing mother, who sat at the head of the table. She had binders, pens, papers, and pencils spread across the tabletop in a disorganised, coloured mess.

Much to Albus' surprise, Draco's fingers had closed around his own black folder. It lacked a label, and the plastic exterior flaked from the corners. Scorpius settled beside him, and he laid his hand in Albus' lap. The boy's fingers wrapped around Albus' ring; where they spun the ring on his finger absent-mindedly.

"Alright, planning," Ginny said. She wrote across the top of a piece of parchment with a sparkly red pen, fluffing her fringe back from her forehead. "Firstly--"

"Can we get married on my birthday?" Albus cut across. He apologised, quickly, for his rudeness, but leant over the table.

His mother stared at him. "What?"

"My... birthday."

The woman glanced down at her page. "Four months."

"Yeah. I don't like celebrating my birthday, so I want to share it with Scorpius this year."

"So we've gone from 'I don't want a party', to 'wedding'?" Harry clarified. He smiled, disinterested in Ginny's newfound distress.

Albus nodded. "Mhm. I've talked about it with Scorpius, and he doesn't mind if that's what I want. I mean, that is the only thing I want a say over. I don't care about the rest. Scorpius can pick it all."