Title: Uncertain
Author:
digthewriterPairing: Scorpius, James, Teddy
Word Count: 100x4
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: #117: Veritaserum for
hp_nextgen100/
hp_nextgen100A/N: Unbetaed. Harry/Draco background. Continuation of
Worth The Wait Series.
A hand came and rested on Scorpius's shoulder and he stiffened slightly; but when he saw the soft look in Teddy's eyes, Scorpius relaxed, knowing it was probably James. Scorpius turned around and pressed his back against Teddy's chest as he looked at James.
James smiled down at Scorpius, though he was only a bit taller than Scorpius, at the moment he seemed to be towering over him. Scorpius's heart skipped a beat with the way James was looking at him. He'd been dreaming of this day for who knew how long.
"Where are we going?" Scorpius asked, unsure if his voice carried over to James given how loud the music had become.
James locked eyes with Teddy for a second and then looked at Scorpius again. He leaned closer to speak in Scorpius's ear, and Scorpius inhaled James's cologne. Gods, he was ready to drop to his knees right there for the man. Okay, so maybe the alcohol had started to hit Scorpius. Hard.
"I know a place that's open late. We can go and grab some coffee," James said.
"On New Year's?" Scorpius asked, surprised.
"I think it's better to sober and talk, don't you think?" James asked.
Scorpius shrugged. If they'd given him Veritaserum, he'd say that all he wanted to do right now was not think anymore. Not over-analyse his situation. He wanted to shut his brain off and enjoy himself. Not talk.
"We all got off on the wrong foot," Teddy said, leaning down to whisper in his ear also, as his hands held his shoulders firm. "We don't have to do it tonight. If you want to go home--"
"No," said Scorpius. "I don't want to go home. Unless, it's your place. To talk. I don't want to go get coffee. Can we...can we go to your place?"
Teddy nodded and gently squeezed Scorpius's shoulders before letting go of him. "Let's go get our coats."
They reached the coat-check, Teddy and James holding hands, while they waited for the young bloke to fetch Scorpius's coat. He looked down at their joined hands and turned away, heat rising his face. Was he embarrassed? He certainly felt like a third wheel even if they weren't really indicating so.
At least, they weren't hiding who they were to Scorpius. It was a clear message. They were a packaged deal.
Scorpius found himself admiring that about them.
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