No one confronted them in The Three Broomsticks when they entered. They ignored the stares and whispers, eyes only for each other, talking and laughing and stealing occasional small kisses, fingers twined together under the table. Albus spent the afternoon drunk with happiness.
The whispers followed them back to the castle as evening fell. At the gates, Polly Chapman caught up with them, dragging her boyfriend, Yann Fredericks, by the hand.
"Is it true?" she asked. "You two are going out now?"
Albus and Scorpius nodded warily.
"Well I think that's brilliant," Chapman declared. "You make a really cute couple. And I'll tell anyone else the same, if they say anything about it."
Fredericks gave them an embarrassed half-smile and a shrug.
"Um ... thanks," said Scorpius.
Albus smiled. "Thanks Polly."
There was an awkward silence, and then Albus said, "Well, bye," and took Scorpius's gloved hand in his once more, hurrying away in the failing winter light.
"Is everyone going to act weird now?" Scorpius asked.
"Probably," said Albus. "For a while, anyway."
"Well, I hope they're not all going to ask us one at a time whether we're together now," said Scorpius. "That sounds exhausting. And tedious."
Albus shrugged. "Better get used to it."
Scorpius sighed. "I suppose."
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Metamorphosis / Scorbus
FanfictionSequel to "Must Have Done Something Right" ☺️ I'm not sure if I'm going to end my story the way it is, or if I'll continue writing more chapters. Hmm, I'll see if I can come up with more ideas. But until then, I hope everyone enjoys what I've writte...
