Unspoken Love

52: EPILOGUE

October, 4 years later

"Professor! Can you show us again, please?" about a dozen more tiny voices echoed, 'please!' and Professor Malfoy just couldn't say no. The awe on their faces, the wonder in their eyes of the limitlessness of magic, he couldn't resist the opportunity to fascinate them even more.

"Alright, alright, but this is the last time! Class ended five minutes ago, you all ought to be at lunch! And it's Friday, you must be sick of me!" The blonde young man smiled at his young, first year pupils. He mounted his broomstick and took flight, he hovered in the air for a few moments, building suspense, before jumping up and placing his feet on the handle of his broom.

"Wow!" He heard from down below, broom surfing never failed to impress the young students, especially the muggleborns who could still hardly believe that flying on a broomstick was possible. He did a few laps around the training grounds, even throwing in a few extra gravity-defying flips before touching back down in the grass, to the sound of them all clapping.

"Don't despair," he said, patting one of the eleven year old boys on the shoulder, his mouth still frozen agape, "In three years I'll teach you all how to do it. Now off to lunch! Fuel is important, yes?"

"Yes, Professor!" The small crowd echoed before they picked up their book bags and raced each other to the castle. Some of the first year girls lingered in a giggling group, hoping to have a few words with Professor Malfoy, but he gave them an amused smirk and gestured for them to be on their way.

"Oi! Show off!" said a smiling voice behind Scorpius, who had just begun rounding up the broomsticks for the next lesson, "You're determined to distract all of the children in this castle with your flying tricks, hm?"

"Maybe." Scorpius smirked, whirling around to see his husband walking towards him with a look of amused disapproval on his face, "Were your kids watching as well?" He looked up towards one of the neighboring towers where the journalism classroom was, it had become a thing of Scorpius's, to do distracting things outside of the windows while Albus was trying to teach (though, he always denied it).

"What do you think?" Albus rolled his eyes, "Next week I'll have them all send paper airplanes to distract your class." he smirked as Scorpius shook his head.

"Goodness, no. Neville will have us sacked." he laughed. Professor Longbottom had been promoted to Headmaster just the previous year. This was a controversial move on McGonagall's part, as well as her appointing Scorpius and Albus to teach at their young age, but she was retiring and she was confident in her choices anyhow, despite what anybody else had to say about it.

     Scorpius had played professionally with Puddlemere United for four years before going on a brief hiatus to focus on his family, and new career while Albus worked diligently at the tattoo parlor, he even owned it for a couple of years after Jay quit for another business. Then, at twenty one years old, Scorpius and Albus began their posts as Hogwarts Professor's.

     Now, at age 22, Albus occasionally tattooed still, mostly on weekends or for family and friends. Scorpius still played league quidditch and he was (humbly) one of the most well-known players, which earned himself the title of most famous, and most hunky Professor at Hogwarts school (often followed around by a gaggle of young girls and boys who swooned from a mere glance from Professor Malfoy). He didn't know how much longer he would play professionally though, as his life was his family now, and his students after that.

     When he first began at Hogwarts, he was appointed the flying teacher by day, and trained with McGonagall to take over Transfiguration by night. She retired a year ago, Scorpius decided he could handle both teaching positions for the time being, as he couldn't bear to stop teaching flying lessons but he fell in love with Transfiguration as well. Albus was made the journalism teacher and he personally molded the class from the ground up. He also, obviously, became the newspaper advisor as well and inspired the art and drawing club.