electric. if albus could choose one word to describe the air filling what little bit of space was left between their bodies, it’d be electric. and if albus hadn’t known any better, he’d think it was summer with how sweltering the atmosphere around them had become. fuck his embarrassing weasley genes because every patch of his skin felt flushed, thus albus felt v u l n e r a b l e. it wasn’t foreign, not necessarily unwelcome, but it was different and albus was too caught up in his sudden realization that while the staircase was dark and unflattering, the subtle light poking through the pane of glass filling the window only made scorpius’ eyes seem that much brighter. for a moment, the colour grey was luminous, leaving albus winded and unable to decide if being vulnerable was a bad thing or not. though he supposed that’d be an existential crisis better saved for later because through a momentary lapse of focus, albus almost missed the way scorpius’ gaze mimicked the very same look you’d give to someone who was off their rocker. of course. he immediately found the idea that he could still shock scorpius—even after all these years—amusing.
“i’ll always be your sod, but i needed to pitch in an endearing one-liner to wrap up my spiel and,” another hiccup. “-simultaneously reel you in, darling.” albus sniffed, a lazy yet satisfied grin washing away any nerves that might have been previously prominent in his features. as scor began massaging his scarred joints, he wiggled his fingers in a failed attempt at feeling the chill that naturally frosted his best mate’s skin against the tips of his fingers. it was a bit sad, really. albus perpetually missed the former contrast of hot and cold whenever their hands would meet. “we fit,” he paused. he had no fucking idea where he was going with his affections. for him, it was just a statement of the obvious; something they both already silently knew, understood and agreed upon. “i - i think - - - i don’t particularly know why i said that so suddenly. i’m feeling a bit dappy, scor.” in truth, that was his own delicate way of saying ‘i like the way we feel together’ because he couldn’t yet find the voice to admit he’s never fit with anyone else in quite the same way. he decided that he’d blame it on the buzz later. with that thought came another. would anything change? unless they added snogging to the list of couple-y things they already do naturally, probably not. albus let the breathlessness swing out of him in disbelieving laughter, cracking a lopsided grin. “are you trying to seduce me, malfoy? is that what’s happening here?” he clicked his tongue in amusement before closing his hand around scorpius’ and giving it a squeeze. “oui - i’ve already got the owl written for mum in my head just in case the rumours make it home. of course i’ll break it to her at some point, but she’ll be tickled pink that her capricious shit of a son finally picked you up and found the joy in young love. so don’t make me ask you out again - please, BABY.”
even in the half light scor could see that albus’ face was unusually red, maybe it was the drink, maybe it was being accosted on the dancefloor by whoever it had been. he paused his ministrations for a moment to press his cold, cold hands against al’s cheeks and let out an indulgent sigh as he felt their heat against his fingers, smiling shamelessly. albus’ eyes seemed to be fixed onto him, a drunken pause for a few beats that almost made him writhe with the intensity of that gaze. it felt not quite tense, like counting the seconds between a strike of lightning and a clap of thunder. ozone filled, humid static.
“so you admit that this is a spiel, i feel like this is going to end terribly. i was just telling ro the other day about how our plans are always wholesome.” scor reprised his role as the naysayer with ease and only slight sincerity. he snorted at the pet-names that were seemingly going to become a regular thing, though there’d always be a joke hidden within them now. “hold still you utter oaf- unless that?” scor stopped and looked up, full of hope, “did you feel me?” the ache to help al return the feeling to his hands was one that came and went each time he watched al have to concentrate twice as hard on the fine motor-skills of using a quill or cutting ingredients for potions. when he couldn’t feel things with his fingers at all. “on the step? the staircase? our hands? on a broom? life?” he asked, bemusedly. what a nebulous little sentence. “only a little bit.” scor hummed and swayed a little, knocking their shoulders and knees together with the slight movement. “the question is it working? potter you little tart.” the bass of the music was still as loud and swarms of people were everywhere but it somehow felt private. if anyone else had invaded his little bubble on the staircase he wouldn’t have been so at ease. “you really have been thinking about this for a while. what now then, what’s the play? gotta twirl you into the middle of the room and stake my claim by snogging you to within an inch of your life? trespassers beware? territory, mine. yeah i’ll be your dumb fake boyfriend though i doubt anyone will be pleased that i’m in the equation.”
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