"I hate exams," I say, dropping a small mountain of books onto my bed. "I am so bloody ready for this shit to be over."
"Today wasn't too bad–"
"I'm not a geek," I moan. "You're – like you're actually smart."
"So are you."
"Yeah...no."
"Albie."
"Scor."
Scorpius shakes his head, dropping his bag next to my things and taking my hands gently. I groan and flop backwards onto the bed.
"We still have to revise now," I mutter. "I swear, if they set us work after this..."
"Stop worrying about that, and forget about revision."
"It appears my QPP has been replaced by a clone," I stare at him. "What have you done with him? I'll warn you now, he never stops talking."
"Albus," Scorpius shakes his head. "Stop revising. For an hour. You're allowed an hour for a break."
"Are you?"
"Yes."
He stands up again, walking towards his bed. He crouches beside his cupboard and opens it to reveal a record player. I roll my eyes. Him smuggling that thing into school was nothing short of a minor disaster, though we don't talk about it.
"What are you doing?" I giggle.
The reply comes as the opening to a song and I roll my eyes as Scorpius stands again, starting to dance around the room. Despite having grown up in the tradition of formal dancing, Scorpius' coordination with anything else is beyond appalling. He laughs, and I laugh with him as I watch him stumbles around, singing along loudly.
By the time the chorus is over, he's making his way back to me, whereupon he grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet clumsily. I oblige to his silent request to dance and about half a minute later, he lands on the floor. I fall next to him, laughing as he pecks me on the cheek.
"You have two left feet," I observe.
"It's my greatest talent," he grins.
"Is it?" I ask. "Not your beautiful music or knowledge? Or possibly your radiant beauty."
"First of all," Scorpius giggles, "beauty isn't a talent."
"But you are beautiful."
"Unimportant, but yes. If you say so. Okay, second thing. It is, because of this."
He stands up again as the song changes to something a little slower, offering me his hand. I take it again and he pulls me up, guiding my hands to his waist as he places his on my shoulders.
And we just sway, staring into each other's eyes and smiling. Scorpius leads me through the dance, each of his steps perfect and calculated. I'm a little clumsier, but he doesn't seem to mind.
"Best revision break," I smile, leaning into him.
"I'm glad," he murmurs. "We should do this more."
"The revision break, the dancing, or the dancing as a revision break?"
"The dancing," Scorpius chuckles, shaking his head.
"We should," I nod. "I love you."
"I love you too."
We'll get back to working at some point.
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Fanfiction*trigger warning for basically this whole story* After they returned from time, Albus had assumed that everything would work as it always did. Maybe with a little bit of change. That little bit of change was one of the biggest things Albus had ever...
