Melt Away (Hugo/Scorpius; PG-13)
Title: Melt Away
Author: _melodic_
Pairing: Hugo/Scorpius
Word Count: 100 x 5
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Pining. Kissing.
Challenge: Written for hp_nextgen100’s 107 Prompt: ’Tis the season to...
A/N: Unbeta’d. I know, I’ve been so neglectful my_thestral, I’m sorry. I hope this makes up for it! This is a continuation of the previous drabbles, Crush, Beauty in the Evening, When Morning Comes, and Rumours.
Fluttering snow lands lightly against the windowpane, kissing the glass gently before melting away. The heat from the castle soaks through the stones and tall windows, resolutely keeping the chill of winter outside.
Hogwarts looks resplendent; giant wreaths hang on the doors, holly floats through the air, and glittering lights twinkle from the many pine trees in the hall. Everything is bright and merry, but Hugo’s mind is elsewhere, his body trembling with an onslaught of nerves.
“Hugo?” Hugo jumps as Scorpius appears by his side, a concerned look on his face. “Is everything alright? Your note said it was urgent.”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Hugo wrings his hands nervously, eyes darting around as students hurry to their next class and the hall begins to empty. “I just-I needed to talk to you.”
“Okay?” Scorpius’s brow furrows in confusion.
“Well, I needed to tell you something.”
“I’m listening.”
“Right.” Hugo exhales a shaky breath. “The thing is...well-look how festive Hogwarts is! The holidays are approaching and, er…”
“You needed to urgently tell me Christmas is coming?”
“No!” Hugo sighs and shakes his head. “‘Tis the season, right?” Scorpius raises a questioning eyebrow but Hugo just drives on. “I mean, it’s a good time of the year to be honest and come clean. Well, I like you.” Scorpius’s eyes widen but he doesn’t seem overly shocked. “I mean, I really like you. As in I adore you and think of you all the time and imagine what it would be like to kiss you and…” Hugo flushes violently. “...do other thing as well.”
“Hugo-”
“I’m sorry if that ruins our friendship or anything but I had to tell you how I felt, I couldn’t keep it in anymore and-”
“Hugo-”
“I hope you aren’t disgusted or too upset and we can still be friends-”
“Hugo!”
“What?” Hugo swallows roughly and peers up at Scorpius’s searching eyes.
“Shut up.” Scorpius smiles widely and leans forward.
Oh.
Scorpius’s lips are dry and slightly chapped, not the soft wetness Hugo had always imagined, but his mouth is warm and eager. It’s better than any fantasy, better than the longing dreams, better than anything in the world. All his surroundings melt away and there's just Scorpius’s hands cupping his cheeks and his tongue sliding against Hugo’s lips. This is happening, it’s actually happening. Hugo debates pinching himself, to see if perhaps he really is in a dream, but he decides his hands are better put elsewhere. He slides his fingers through Scorpius’s hair, tangling them into the silky strands.
A fit of giggling breaks the spell and Hugo pulls away slowly, blinking in shock as a small group of third year girls whisper animatedly before scurrying off. Scorpius looks pleased, his now swollen lips spreading into a satisfied grin.
“We should get to class,” Hugo dazedly remarks, his head still in the clouds.
Scorpius merely smirks in response before leaning in again and speaking softly against Hugo’s lips.
“Class can wait.”
Author: _melodic_
Pairing: Hugo/Scorpius
Word Count: 100 x 5
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Pining. Kissing.
Challenge: Written for hp_nextgen100’s 107 Prompt: ’Tis the season to...
A/N: Unbeta’d. I know, I’ve been so neglectful my_thestral, I’m sorry. I hope this makes up for it! This is a continuation of the previous drabbles, Crush, Beauty in the Evening, When Morning Comes, and Rumours.
Fluttering snow lands lightly against the windowpane, kissing the glass gently before melting away. The heat from the castle soaks through the stones and tall windows, resolutely keeping the chill of winter outside.
Hogwarts looks resplendent; giant wreaths hang on the doors, holly floats through the air, and glittering lights twinkle from the many pine trees in the hall. Everything is bright and merry, but Hugo’s mind is elsewhere, his body trembling with an onslaught of nerves.
“Hugo?” Hugo jumps as Scorpius appears by his side, a concerned look on his face. “Is everything alright? Your note said it was urgent.”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Hugo wrings his hands nervously, eyes darting around as students hurry to their next class and the hall begins to empty. “I just-I needed to talk to you.”
“Okay?” Scorpius’s brow furrows in confusion.
“Well, I needed to tell you something.”
“I’m listening.”
“Right.” Hugo exhales a shaky breath. “The thing is...well-look how festive Hogwarts is! The holidays are approaching and, er…”
“You needed to urgently tell me Christmas is coming?”
“No!” Hugo sighs and shakes his head. “‘Tis the season, right?” Scorpius raises a questioning eyebrow but Hugo just drives on. “I mean, it’s a good time of the year to be honest and come clean. Well, I like you.” Scorpius’s eyes widen but he doesn’t seem overly shocked. “I mean, I really like you. As in I adore you and think of you all the time and imagine what it would be like to kiss you and…” Hugo flushes violently. “...do other thing as well.”
“Hugo-”
“I’m sorry if that ruins our friendship or anything but I had to tell you how I felt, I couldn’t keep it in anymore and-”
“Hugo-”
“I hope you aren’t disgusted or too upset and we can still be friends-”
“Hugo!”
“What?” Hugo swallows roughly and peers up at Scorpius’s searching eyes.
“Shut up.” Scorpius smiles widely and leans forward.
Oh.
Scorpius’s lips are dry and slightly chapped, not the soft wetness Hugo had always imagined, but his mouth is warm and eager. It’s better than any fantasy, better than the longing dreams, better than anything in the world. All his surroundings melt away and there's just Scorpius’s hands cupping his cheeks and his tongue sliding against Hugo’s lips. This is happening, it’s actually happening. Hugo debates pinching himself, to see if perhaps he really is in a dream, but he decides his hands are better put elsewhere. He slides his fingers through Scorpius’s hair, tangling them into the silky strands.
A fit of giggling breaks the spell and Hugo pulls away slowly, blinking in shock as a small group of third year girls whisper animatedly before scurrying off. Scorpius looks pleased, his now swollen lips spreading into a satisfied grin.
“We should get to class,” Hugo dazedly remarks, his head still in the clouds.
Scorpius merely smirks in response before leaning in again and speaking softly against Hugo’s lips.
“Class can wait.”