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Albus was never a particularly cheery one, but he for sure was now miserable. As a middle child from an obnoxiously loud household, he detested kids with a passion. Being so, one wouldn't think this would be the summer job he would end up with: screaming kids running around him, screeching helicopter parents behind, little hands pulling and pushing. Everybody wanted a picture and if not a picture, then a bit of his suffering. Moving was not an option. How even when his head was three times bigger than those stubby, useless, fuzzy legs? His limited vision didn't allow him to reach the clock close to the kitchen door. What time was it? When was it going to be over??
And this heat. This. Bloody. Heat.
"Go work for the summer, you will be glad to have some fun money. It will teach you some valuable skills you will need when going back to uni." Yeah, pops, great idea. Albus repressed a sigh. Any more air leaving his body made the inside of the burger joint mascot costume even more into burning hell. Thick sweat trailed his neck, down his back and his chest. The shirt he was wearing under that monstrosity was completely soaked.
He groaned when another child ran full force into his back, almost making him trip. He cursed under his breath, regretting it immediately. Hot! Stupid hot, humid air!
And then: the voice of an angel.
"So, children, it's time for the cake! Everybody come, make a circle. We want to sing Happy Birthday…"
The voice faded as Rose herded the brood away from him towards what he assumed to be the table with the birthday cake. This time he did sigh. The end was close. One more dumb silly "dance" (yeah, as if) and it would be over. Back to change into his apron and hair net and hat, and to stand behind the grill. Almost, almost there…
He waddled towards the table, as fast as the costume allowed, and stood next to it. If he pushed anyone aside without noticing, he couldn't care less.
"I just don't get the charm of these parties," a male, adult voice groaned right next to him. "It's tacky, chaotic, and… Not like they couldn't afford an enjoyable afternoon at their home."
"It's popular among children, father. It's supposed to be fun for the kids, not for you."
Albus froze.
"Scorpius, you know I'm right. You never liked this kind of thing either."
"It's Nelly's birthday, not mine."
Every single hair on Albus' body was now a needle, standing up and piercing right through the uppermost layer of his skin. He could not see anything, but he knew that voice. Too good. Malfoys. What on EARTH are Malfoys doing in a stinky fast-food chain!? Who is this twat Nelly and why did she invite his friend and his stick of a father to HIS workplace?? Albus knew he could have beef with a child, that didn't take him by surprise. But beef with a child he didn't know? He was ready to kick some girl's ass.
He perceived Draco mumble or grumble something more and there was some movement next to him. Did Scorpius nudge his father? Albus didn't dare to move, he barely could breathe and this time not because of the heat tearing on every inch of his body. "Almost there", his mind screamed. "Finish singing the goddamned song already!"
Then the adults finally cheered, the children screamed even louder. Albus was trembling, his legs barely carried him to the door leading to the back. He almost tripped when he spilled into the changing room, door closing behind him. His heart was racing, pounding against his ribs like a maniac wanting to break out of the psych ward. Did they notice something? Did they notice him? Did anyone watch him flee??
He hesitated but finally took his head off. Like a drowning man breaking the surface he gasped and right after took the deepest breath he could. Finally-
"Albus!" The door swung open again.
"Goodness, gracious, Rose! Do you want to get me killed? Better help me out of this bloody costume- "
"You're not finished," Rose interrupted him. "You forgot to take the pictures with the birthday kid." Albus shivered. "What??"
"I can't," he squeaked, and Rose rolled her eyes.
"Come on, everybody hates the costume. It's your turn, get out there and do it right before I have pissy parents calling for a manager."
"Then do your manager duties and tell them the mascot is done!"
Rose glared at him.
"Put the head on and get out, I don't give a shit. Get out there."
"Rose, no, please.."
"Out."
Albus gulped. Not wanting to make her anger worse, he put the humid head back on. The heat pressed back on his face and he felt disgusting. Barely being able to walk -his knees felt like jelly- he made his way back out. He heard Rose's voice behind him, calling for the birthday child to get her pictures with "Benny". Albus could again barely see through the net eyes, the holes cut way to high into the face. The mascot's huge grin was a perfect adverse to his trembling lips. Somewhere in that room was Scorpius. Where was that damned child?
"Daphne, come bring Nelly here and let us get over with this!" That was Draco Malfoy again. Was Scorpius near him?? Rose grabbed him and guided him to wherever he had to be placed. Albus closed his eyes, barely moving while the world was spinning around that dreadful mascot. Counted to a number he didn't recognize. It was five pictures, nothing more. One, two… Whatever.
Finally Rose pulled on his arm and guided him back to the changing room. She let go of him, expecting him to be able to handle the rest. And again, when entering, he stumbled. This time landing on the floor. He groaned and it took all his remaining strength to get up and lean against the wall facing the door. And off went that horrible head again. He threw it on the floor, glaring at it with disdain. With some struggle he freed one arm out of the costume and took a towel to wipe off his face.
Finally! Silence (kind of). Solace. Air.
And then…
"Hello? Sorry, not meaning to barge in!" That voice. Albus' blood froze. No. No, no, no! "Sorry, the Benny's apron fell, I just wanted to… Albus?"
And there he was, standing in the changing room, the door shut after him.
Scorpius opened his mouth and immediately snapped it back closed. Albus trembled, feeling hot, hot, hot fluid pooling in his lower belly. "Don't you dare say a word" his eyes blazed, and Scorpius shivered. Scorpius eyes darted to the mascots head lying on the floor and back to Albus' red, sweaty face. And then back to the fluffy, dirty head.
"No…"
"Don't." Albus hissed and Scorpius pressed his lips together. An unbearable silence spread between the two until Scorpius couldn't resist anymore.
"But Albus!"
"I swear, Scorpius, shut your mouth."
"This is why you didn't want to tell me where you're working?"
"I told you to shut up!" Albus shouted and tried to throw his crumpled-up towel. It barely flew a few inches and plopped onto the floor. Scorpius looked down and then back to Albus, this time grinning.
"You're a cute cat," he quipped.
Albus glared at him.
"It's a raccoon."
"Oh, I'm sorry! You are indeed a very pretty raccoon."
"You're a cunt."
Scorpius grinned.
"Don't be like that. I said it's cute!"
"Scorpius, I swear… Agh!"
Albus fought for a second with the chubby costume legs, before almost tumbling down to the floor again. Scorpius scooted forward and caught him in time, leaning him back against the wall.
"Need a hand getting out of that?"
"Not from you, get me Rose."
Scorpius scowled.
"Seriously? Why? Are you naked bellow? I have seen you naked…"
"My goodness, Scorpius, just leave," Albus groaned and tried to push him away.
Scorpius sighed.
"Come on…"
"Sod off."
"Fine!" Scorpius took a step back, now again scowling. "I'll get your Rose for you, you dickhead."
He took a step back, but his eyes stayed glued to poor Albus in his ridiculous costume, his one arm hanging out in a weird contortion. He seemed hesitant and like he was about to try insisting again when the door opened with a bang and a furious Rose ran in.
"Albus, you useless pillock! Where are you? You should've been at the grill five minutes ago and we're swamped! You!" She pointed at Scorpius, "get him out of that thing. And God help me if I don't see you with a spatula in hand in a minute, Albus!"
And gone she was again. Albus groaned and looked away.
"Get me out of this thing," he repeated and tried to step away from the wall. He turned and Scorpius didn't need more words to take care of the zipper. He supressed the urge to tell his friend he stunk, not wanting to make the situation worse. Once Albus made it out of the mascot, he hurried to his locker, sprayed himself in deodorant and put his uniform back on. Scorpius reached him the towel, ignoring the head net Albus put on before hurrying past Scorpius and fleeing the changing room, leaving him back alone.
It was late when his shift finally ended. Kids birthday and closing. Albus wondered what he did that got him that punishment. However, the punishment didn't seem to be over yet. As soon as he stepped out through the backdoor, he notices Scorpius leaning against the opposite wall. He cursed.
"I said to sod off. Get lost," he spat out.
"Now, don't be like that with me," Scorpius sighed and got up from the wall. Albus scoffed.
"You waited for me? Seriously?"
"Why are you so angry? I mean, you almost ripped my face off back there and I didn't do anything!"
"Oh, shut up, Scorpius. I asked you only to leave and you had to make it worse. Now leave me alone."
"Can I at least drive you home?"
Albus halted. The offer was tempting. Any other day, any other situation, Albus would never hesitate to get chauffeured around by rich daddy's car Scorpius get to use whenever he wants. But after that mascot fiasco, he just wanted to go home, shower and sleep.
But he was also exhausted. Dying, to be specific.
"Fine. But you're not staying."
Scorpius smiled sheepishly. He took a first step towards where he had parked and Albus followed. The smell of too expensive leather to exist in their dinky city greeted them when they got in and Albus almost felt bad for bringing in his stench of grease and sweat. But Scorpius didn't say anything and just turned up the air con. The drove in silence the fifteen minutes to the Potter home, a familiar route to Scorpius, just as familiar as taking in the space in front of the family's garage. Before Albus could say anything, he jumped out of the car and walked towards the door. Albus groaned.
"Of course he did that," he grumbled and followed.
"I just want to say hello to your parents," Scorpius defended himself smugly.
He shot grinning Scorpius a dirty look before opening the door and ignoring his friend pushing past him into a dark house. Albus followed, turning up the lights.
"Mom?," Albus called out and took a step into the kitchen. "Dad?" On the fridge was a note, telling him his parents would be out for the night. "She can't text me like normal people?"
"Where are James and Lily?," Scorpius inquired, leaning over his shoulder. Albus scooted away, closer to the fridge.
"James stayed in Cambridge. Lily is in summer camp." Scorpius didn't say anything. "There. You brought me home."
"You're not even offering me some water?"
"I think you should go ho-"
"I think," Scorpius interrupted Albus and took a step toward him. "I think you're angry because of what happened the other day."
Albus stared blanky at him.
"The other day meaning today?"
"Albus…" Scorpius paused and clenched his teeth before exhaling frustrated. "Fine, you don't want to talk about it. Fine! I'm sorry I kissed you last weekend!"
Albus gulped, fighting for his life at the same time he tried to not let it show on his face.
"T-that? Ah, that. I didn't care." Scorpius frowned. "Seriously! That was nothing. Just forget it!"
"You've been avoiding me for days. I'm sorry I crashed your work, that wasn't my intention, but you don't even text me back!"
"I've been busy working. You saw that. Seriously, Scorpius. It never happened."
"No, don't say that. It did."
"Scorpius…"
But before Albus could finish acting annoyed, Scorpius pushed even closer, trapping him against the fridge.
"Scorpius what?"
There was no answer. Scorpius let out a worn sigh.
"Albus… Even if you're a fat raccoon, I still like you."
"W-what?" Albus stammered but could not ask further before Scorpius pressed him completely against the fridge, crashing their mouth together. Albus would've gasped, but there was no chance. He felt a familiar tongue and Scorpius' hands caught his upper arms, allowing no escape. But it was not like Albus wanted to escape. Or maybe he wanted. Because after all, he was still sweaty, sticky, and dirty. But Scorpius didn't seem to care when he deepened the kiss. He shuddered when Scorpius tried to bite his lip in a very unsuccessful and painful way, and finally Albus broke away, trying to push Scorpius away. Scorpius had the decency to look ashamed.
"Scorpius… Stop."
"A-Albus, I'm sorry. I-"
"I really need to shower first."
Scorpius blinked.
"First?"
Albus, the realization hitting, just slipped away and made a run for his room. Scorpius followed, this time anxious. Was that… permission? Albus turned around in his room, glaring again. He realized he got himself trapped with Scorpius blocking the door gain. Déjà vu? Kind of. Scorpius seemed emboldened this time. Without letting more time pass, Scorpius walked up to him.
"Let me kiss you again," he demanded, already reaching out for Albus' face. Albus didn't dare to move.
"I smell."
"I don't mind."
"That's disgusting."
"I don't mind." Scorpius seemed exasperated. He closed the distance more and lowered his head.
"You're disgusting."
Scorpius just laughed and reached for his hair, pulling Albus' head back.
Albus gasped.
"Don't you dare bite me like that again."
"I can't promise that." There was again that guilty smile. Albus rolled his eyes, looking away. The broken eye contact did not deter Scorpius though. "Just shut up already," he groaned and kissed him again. Just as needy as in the kitchen, pushing and pulling at the same time. Just as clumsy as that drunken kiss a week back, Albus thought.
Nervously he opened his mouth, trying this time to kiss back. Scorpius pulled back and looked at him, bewildered. Great, Albus though, can I now add kissing to the list of things I'm bad at too? But he wasn't allowed to wonder further as Scorpius dove back in into another more desperate kiss. Albus slung his arms around his friend's neck, pressing against each other in a long, exploring kiss. Feet shuffled as they tried to adjust the weird position their height difference put them in. Finally, they tripped and toppled onto the bed, conveniently. Albus pushed again, trying to get his shoes off, and Scorpius followed suit. His pale hands now wandered up Albus stomach, clenching the fabric of his shirt. Albus turned and crawled on top of Scorpius, finally being the one doing the trapping. They panted as they looked at each other, fully knowing that they both had no idea what they were doing. But they were already in that position, so might as well try to go through with it.
Albus was the first to move, crossing his arms and pulling his own shirt off. Scorpius stared at him, mouth open.
"Albus…"
"Shut up. Your words," Albus interrupted him and threw his shirt off the bed.
Scorpius couldn't resist caressing his now exposed skin, but Albus shoved his hands away, wanting to take the other's shirt off too. Which proved to be more complicated with Scorpius lying on his back, so he sat up too. Shirt off, hands back on. Albus skin was still sticky but that proved to be irrelevant when Scorpius had him sitting on top of him, trying to out-kiss him. "Always in a competition, right Albus?," Scorpius sighed internally, but that wouldn't ruin the moment for him. He liked it after all.
He did not expect, though, that Albus would already break away and trail down his chin towards his neck. Albus knew Scorpius tended to bruise easily. Would it be easy to make a hickey? How easy? He wondered and suckled right on the side of Scorpius' neck, reaping a gasp from his friend. Albus was unprepared for the gratification that sound presented him with, so he paused for a second. But when Scorpius wanted to squirm, he immediately held him down against the bed and went back onto his neck.
"Ah, Albus… Wait..."
"Shut up," Albus grunted against Scorpius' skin. He tried to adjust on top of the other body, unsure as to where place his knees, when an idea stroke. With some unexpected confidence he pressed his knee against the mattress, right between Scorpius' legs, and lunged back up to kiss him again on the lips. Scorpius gasped again, eyes wide open.
The hight difference for once would proof to be useful.
Scorpius' hands trailed down Albus' back, still ignoring the layer of dried off sweat, until they reached his ass. He gave it a squeeze and Albus bit his lip in response. But that wouldn't stop him, not now, so he went for it again, rubbing-down and enjoying the annoyed sounds Albus gave him.
"You horny twat," Albus accused, and Scorpius laughed breathlessly, this time shamelessly grinding against Albus' knee.
"Shut up, remember?"
Albus grunted again and went back to his neck, ignoring the hands that tried to slip between them. He assumed Scorpius would need a few attempts until he managed to open either pants, and just to annoy him, he pressed himself down. Scorpius sighed, almost moaning. An interesting sound, Albus decided, and so he pressed harder.
"Mhh… Albus, move..."
"Move me."
"But don't get butthurt." Scorpius laughed and pushed him off effortlessly. He straddled him, now having free reign to open those pesky pants. Albus helped him with Scorpius pants, but then they found themselves again in an inconvenient position to take off said pants. Scorpius sighed and got off Albus, pulling his pants off. Albus did the same, but then looked at his underwear.
They both stopped, looking at each other as they sat on the edge of the bed. Scorpius was now red.
"Well…"
"We should go back to ‘shut up’," Albus opined and leaned in for another kiss. This time, Scorpius was happy to agree on the shutting up rule and kissed him back. They slowly lied back onto the bed. The feeling of skin against skin sprouted a new warmth in Scorpius stomach and lower back, something he though he knew but turned out to be so new, he had to relish in it for a moment. Albus noticed the pause and took the opportunity to get on top of him again. He could already see his hickey forming and felt proud. He grinned and caressed Scorpius chest. Though while he seemed to be observing Scorpius, he was internally raking his brain, trying to find out how to proceed. "Fuck it," he thought at some point and decide to take Scorpius underwear off. Scorpius turned even redder and Albus grinned.
"It's not like I haven't seen you naked before," he mocked him.
"Shut up!," Scorpius reminded him and decided to help Albus with his underwear.
Albus was glad to see Scorpius was already getting hard. Trying to hide his helplessness, he tried one, two strokes, and was relieved to get an immediate response. Encouraged now, he went on. To avoid the awkwardness of looking at each other, he went back in for a kiss. Scorpius arms around him felt welcoming, the soft moans in between kisses feeding a hunger in Albus that was new and almost a bit scary. Yet that wouldn't stop him, jerking off Scorpius was proving to be too rewarding.
"Don't overdo it," Scorpius whispered against Albus' mouth. Albus pouted, not wanting to stop. He did not stop either and Scorpius moaned louder, trembling. He tried pushing, shoving Albus hand away, unsuccessfully. Albus was too fascinated by the sudden ability to have his friend at his mercy, having Scorpius unable to get himself out of a physical entrapment. It did indeed feed Albus' ego too. "Albus!"
Albus was not going to be moved. He kept going on with one hand, the other hand holding one of Scorpius wrists. The body bellow him squirmed, twitched, and finally came with a cry. Scorpius panted, embarrassment tinting his cheeks, and Albus loved all of it. He reached for his shirt off the floor and wiped the come from his stomach and from Scorpius'.
"You're the one who said you don't mind dirty," Albus purred, and Scorpius look at him in disbelieve. "And I was already dirty."
"You…" But Scorpius didn't know what to say. And Albus wasn't going to allow another awkward pause, so he leaned over Scorpius, reached for his nightstand, and produced a bottle of lube. Scorpius stared.
"Don't ask."
Scorpius just nodded, though he really wanted to ask. Really wanted to.
Albus repositioned himself on top of Scorpius, this time between his legs. Scorpius was almost too eager to open them for him, a thought that made Albus' mind race and his heart stumble over its own beats. Scorpius reached for the duvet and half-assedly shoved it under his lower back. Albus' hands halted shortly on Scorpius' knees before grazing his inner thighs. "Come on Albus, you can do this. You've watched enough porn," he thought and still had to gulp when he saw Scorpius' hole. Scorpius noticed his hesitation and clenched the lube bottle tighter. The sound of the bottle opening brought Albus back from his inner deliberation. He grabbed the bottle from Scorpius and drenched his fingers in lube. How much lube was even needed? He would find out. What finger? The index seemed the obvious answer.
Scorpius hissed when the first digit pressed against his entrance. Telling him to relax was too on the nose, Albus thought, and he decided against saying anything. Instead, he stared pointedly between Scorpius' legs, watching his finger disappear painfully slow inside his friend. Scorpius shifted, searching for a more comfortable position, but otherwise didn't say anything. He turned quiet, as if not daring to break the spell of the moment. Albus shot him a quick glance, so fast it barely was a blink of an eye. Scorpius held his breath, feeling that alien object search its way inside him.
"Go on," Scorpius muttered, eyes shut. Albus gently moved his finger, unsure in which direction so he tried all of them. Scorpius felt too tight, to the point Albus feared he could not enter him. But gradually, his finger felt more freedom, more and more until the idea of adding a second was just the correct one. Scorpius welcomed it with another gasp, his eyes not opening yet.
"Relax," Albus finally did mumble, and Scorpius blinked at him.
"I-I am," he assured.
"You're not, I can feel it," Albus replied. "Come…" But nothing else followed, just a nervous smile and Scorpius bit his lips.
Scorpius nodded, flustered. It wasn't like he hadn't ever done this to himself. He knew for sure he could fit more fingers, more… width. Why was it so hard to let it in now? Was it Albus' second hand on his knee? Having Albus between his legs, watching him? But Albus equally nervous smile was at least reassuring, and it allowed him to calm down a bit. He tried concentrating on the fingers inside him, on every moment they reached the spots that were just right.
"There," he indicated with embarrassment that quickly disappeared when he saw Albus crack a satisfied smirk. He doesn't have to tell his friend twice. Albus pushed harder against that same spot, trying to imitate the exact motion as much and as accurately as possible. And soon he was rewarded with Scorpius pushing himself onto Albus, hips thrusting hard against his fingers. Scorpius didn't even have to beg, Albus quickly added a third finger and Scorpius' back slightly arched. The sight made Albus head spin, and his hand instinctively travelled down toward his own hard, leaking cock. He feared his fun would be over way to quickly if he touched himself, but he had reached the point, where he couldn't resist the urge anymore. He got a glance of Scorpius' hardened nipples, pink, and -bloody hell!- he would have loved to suckle on them if he didn't already have all of his attention on getting Scorpius ready. But it made him impatient.
Scorpius finally let out the exact moan that almost pushed Albus over the edge.
"Want to try now?" Albus asked, not hiding his eagerness, still touching himself but slower.
Scorpius nodded quickly, maybe fearing the moment would be spoiled if they didn't act on it quick enough. Albus retrieved his fingers, leaving a gaping, aching hole behind. Scorpius propped himself onto his elbows, watching Albus intently as his friend quirted more lube onto his dick and then guided his member towards Scorpius' arsehole. Albus paused, wondering if he should say something reassuring to Scorpius first.
"Goodness, Albus, not now!" Scorpius groaned and it was all Albus needed.
With one not that swift motion he pushed forward, entering him. As soon the tip disappeared, Scorpius let out a long, deep sigh. Albus could swear he was melting, registering the summer heat for the first time in a while. But what did the summer heat matter when there was one even more scorching feeling consuming him right now? He pushed more, more until he felt himself halfway in.
Scorpius cried out. It did sting, but his horniness overpowered everything, and his legs quickly slung around Albus. Albus almost crashed into his chest but managed to keep himself up on his hands. He tried to move, looking for the right movement. He pulled back and went back in, thought the first thrust didn't work out as well as he hope. Scorpius yelped and Albus quickly retreated. Second thrust went better und Scorpius this time hummed in pleasure. Albus felt his belly tingle, pushing further, sensing every resistance waning. He also felt Scorpius trying to move against him, but both movements were too uncoordinated, and they had to briefly pause. Albus groaned, hissing him to stay still. Scorpius gives him his trademark sheepish smile. Albus rolled his eyes and gives Scorpius a light peck on the cheek before slamming back into him. Scorpius screams this time. His nails dig into Albus back and Albus likes it too much. He groans and sinks down onto his elbows. Every thrust goes now deeper and deeper, and Scorpius didn't bother to muffle his moans at all. Albus is so close to Scorpius' ear he just sighs his name, relishing in the amazing squeeze Scorpius gives him in response. He tried it again and this time Scorpius moaned his name.
"Ah… Albus! Holy…"
One more deep thrust and Albus was now completely lying on top of Scorpius. Albus pushed his hands into the blonde hair, tugging roughly as he desperately pounded against Scorpius ass, so close to… So, so close…
"Scorp…ius… Ngh…" He barely panted his name and Scorpius engulfed him with every penetration.
Scorpius didn't protest when Albus pulled his hair too hard. He liked it, he wanted it. His eyesight blurred with every pant too close to his ear. His cock had hardened again, now pressed between their bodies. His last orgasm was still lingering on him, his tip too sensitive to the back and forth. He felt so ready to come again, he wanted to come again, he wanted so much more of that same feeling Albus just gave him minutes earlier.
Albus closed his eyes shut, tightening his grip on Scorpius hair. He could only think about how close he was to come too, to come into Scorpius. His thrusts became more frantic, more anxious, and more superficial, but Scorpius' ass still clenched him so tightly, so good. He engulfed him, deep among his guts, welcoming him when he finally spurted into Scorpius. Scorpius squeaked this time. Albus almost snorted but managed to push a few more thrust until he could make Scorpius come a second time, a second time staining both their abdomens. But Albus didn't care, he stayed sprawled on top of Scorpius, trying to catch his breath.
They stayed like that for a moment, until both couldn't endure the heat anymore. Albus rolled to the side, though his childhood bed didn't allow them to not be touching, sticky skin against even more sticky skin. The horniness fog slowly set, and they could now see through it. They kept both their eyes glued to the ceiling, each unsure if they should be the first to talk.
Scorpius finally sighed.
"I… didn't expect it to go so well for me today." He grinned. Albus rolled his eyes and just shook his head.
"I don't want to ever again hear I'm the stubborn one of the two."
"Can I stay for the night?"
Albus turned to look at Scorpius.
"Are you daft? Of course. We just have to… maybe not be naked when my parents come back." He hesitated for a second before adding: "I want to wait a bit before telling them."
Scorpius turned to look too, smiling.
"I can do that. Just like you do me…"
"Stop it," Albus huffed. "And no, no second round. I already had a long day; I'm running on fumes."
Scorpius giggled.
"Fine. I will bug you to shag me tomorrow."
Albus grunted but smiled. "Fine," he would have said, but was indeed too tired.
Tomorrow it is. He closed his eyes, not needing long to falls asleep.
Ginny closed her book and sighed.
"I think that's it," she declared, looking towards her husband lying in bed next to her. "We can finally sleep."
Harry didn't avert his stare from the ceiling, his lips pursed into a thin, pale line. Ginny sighed and just put her book back onto the nightstand. She gave him a quick peck and turned off the light, not expecting her husband to sleep a single hour that night. She however would sleep well, knowing she had been right: the shouldn't have left the bar that early.