Harry Potter One Shots

Albus Is Gay, Just In Case You Hadn't Realised

"Shh!" Albus hissed, slapping a hand over the laughing mouth of his boyfriend, Scorpius Malfoy. "You'll wake my parents."

"You're lucky they're so relaxed about what time you go to bed on sleepovers."

"Not really. Whenever Rose and Hugo are over it's all 'in bed right now or you won't be allowed to watch James play at his first match'," James had recently been accepted as the reserve seeker for the Chudley Cannons, something he was ecstatic about. Scorpius wondered why, as everyone knew they were hopeless. "I wonder what their threat will be when James has already played his first match. 'You won't be allowed to watch his second match?"

Scorpius stifled another fit of giggles as Albus took his hand, leading him up the stairs of the Potter mansion and into Albus' bedroom. He didn't quite know why he was laughing - maybe it was because this was the first time he had stayed over at Albus's since they'd started dating, maybe just because it was Albus, and Albus made Scorpius giggly, among other things.

Shutting the door behind them, Albus threw himself onto his bed, and Scorpius cautiously lay next to him. Huffing impatiently, Albus shuffled closer, as Scorpius had lain about a metre away from him. Looping an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders and pulling him closer, Albus asked, "Why are you so nervous, Scorp? It's not like we've never had sleepovers before. Besides, you know I'd never do anything you're not completely comfortable with."

When Scorpius remained silent Albus looked worried.

"You do know that, right?"

Scorpius stared into Albus' gorgeous green eyes, and all his fears seemed to melt away.

"Of course I know that," he replied, voice low and husky, and he leaned over to kiss Albus.

Albus smiled against his lips and wrapped his arms around Scorpius, sliding his hand under the blonde haired boys shirt to trace circles on his back, his hand creeping lower and lower.

Scorpius shuddered and cupped Albus' cheek with one hand, tangling the other in his messy black hair. Albus bit down on Scorpius' lip, gently at first, but then harder, hard enough to make Scorpius hold Albus tightly, so tightly, but Albus didn't seem to mind. When they were kissing like this, Scorpius forgot everything. The problems he had with his father, the pressure that came with keeping his and Albus's relationship a secret, all the difficulties and prejudice he knew he would face when he came out. It wasn't just when they were kissing; even when they were talking, or laughing together, all Scorpius felt was pure love and happiness. He supposed he'd felt that way when they were only friends as well, but now that they were dating everything had been amplified. It was like Albus was music, Scorpius's favourite song being blasted so loudly that it blocked everything else out.

Scorpius was just reaching for the buttons of Albus's shirt when there was a knock on the door. The boys sprang apart, Scorpius hastily pulling down his shirt from where Albus had rucked it up, Albus trying to flatten his hair.

"Al?" it was Harry, and Scorpius immediately began to shake all over, imagining what his boyfriend's father would say when he walked in on his own son making out with his enemy's son.

Harry, of course, was perfectly lovely to him, but the thought of him discovering his and Albus's secret relationship made him imagine what his own father would say. Scorpius knew - or at least was fairly certain - that Draco did not support the gay community, was even against it. He pictured the look on his father's face if he found out his own son was gay - a look of horror, revulsion.

Albus took one look at his trembling boyfriend and crossed the room in a few strides, throwing his arms around Scorpius and holding him close. Scorpius buried his face in Albus' shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent; that of treacle and the shampoo Albus only used because he knew Scorpius liked the smell of it.