Scorbus Oneshots

merry christmas, ya filthy animal

"it's beginning to look a lot like
christmas."

Everywhere you go. Everywhere you go. It truly was everywhere. The lights hung from every store and small businesses; the trees in every window. It truly was looking a lot like Christmas.

The Burrow was decorated lavishly, Mrs. Weasley always went above and beyond for the holidays. The ivory and holly decked in the halls; popcorn and cranberries on the tree; everyone gathered in the large living room. It truly was the definition of Christmas. It was home, and it was a great one.

"Now, everyone!" Mrs. Weasley looked around at her large family. "It's time for the gifts!" She ran back to the tree and pulled out a tiny knapsack.

She pulled out a very long box that would not have fit in there.

Undetectable Extension Charm, Albus thought, he really was smart.

"How did you not notice that?" His best friend rolled his eyes slightly, handing Albus the box.

"Oh I'm so sorry," he sighed sarcastically. "I didn't get Outstanding's in every subject on my O. W. L.'s."

"Did you get it in any?" Scorpius asked, attempting to hide the blush spreading on his face.

"Two!" Albus defended.

"Yeah, and were they Divination and History of Magic?"

"I sleep in both."

"What were they?" Scorpius was actually intrigued, his best friend was an idiot.

"I'm surprised you don't know, you made me study for one of them. Anywho, they were Potions and..." he trailed off.

"And what?" Scorpius glanced over to him.

Oh n0, Albus couldn't do it now.
I can't lose myself now he scolded himself. Not now, Albus! He's your best friend! Nothing more, nothing less.

"Hello, Earth to Al," Scorpius waived his hand in front of Albus's face. "Which subject did you get it in?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts," he mumbled, unintelligible.

"What?" Scorpius chucked.

That chuckle. That fucking chuckle. Albus could listen to that all day.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts," he repeated a bit louder, but only loud enough for Scorpius to hear.

"Al!" He moved on the couch closer to Albus. "That was the one you wanted it, right?" He added, slightly quieter.

"Yeah," he admitted. "But I only wanted it because my Dad got it." He adverted his eyes to the gift in his hands. It was no doubt a knitted sweater from his grandmother. He smiled at the thought.

"Now open them!" His grandmother expressed, laughing at her 'Brady Bunch' (as Hermione called them).

Albus unraveled his misshapen box, and lo and behold; it was a bright sweater with an 'A' stitched through.

"Thank you Gran, it's wonderful!" Rose grabbed her sweater.

"You're welcome Rose, dear," Mrs. Weasley beamed. "Although I know you're usual color of violet was out, I used some of Albus's," she explained.