Harry Potter -- "Letters and Liaisons" -- AS/S
Title: "Letters and Liaisons"
Author: Morgan O'Friel / originalpuck
World: Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Word Count: 659
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, don't pretend to. No money is being made off of this story.
Warnings: Third generation Hogwarts crew. In plainer words, this fic is, by the virtue of its mere existance, a DH Spoiler Alert.
Summary: Scorpius explains to his father why he's failing Herbology.
Notes: Sort of got interested in this pairing after all the excitement surrounding it. This is just a little something I shot off after packing to move for a few hours, and collapsing in near exhaustion-- so pardon me if it doesn't make much sense. ^^;;
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Scorpius's mind shuddered quickly from the memories of the arguement he and his boyfriend had hissed at each other in the bushes earlier, during class that they never bothered with. It was only a small fight, and in the end, Scorpius lost-- which was why he now held a quill in his hesitant hand.
'Dad,' he wrote, hesitating at the informal use but going with it. If he stopped now, he'd never get the owl out.
'You asked about Hogwarts. Professor Neville's awful-- I'll never pass Herbology without some help.'
Taking a break, the long-haired blonde leaned back, twirling the Slytherin charm on the necklace that Albus had made him. One obstacle down, at least. His dad was on the board of trustees, and if he couldn't help his grades, no one could.
And they needed help. But it wasn't like it was Scorpius’ fault-- Albus' smirking face, flicking notes with promises about where they could sneak next time there was a break in Longbottom's attention really prevented him from giving Merlin's left ball about bubotubers.
He and Albus loved tugging at uncovered skin as they snogged in the Flutterby bushes, while Professor Longbottom continued on with his lecture like nothing happened. They knew Rose would take notes just as surely as they knew that only Albus would bother to copy them down later.
Which was the whole reason behind his owl, and the other thing that had Scorpius preferring to gnaw off his right arm rather than explain it to his dad. 'And for the holidays, well--" He sighed and nibbled on the end of his sugar quill -- a gift from James for not giving him over to the headmaster when he was questioned about the Potter's latest prank.
He scratched out the previous sentence, and summoned his Malfoy pride. 'Albus Potter asked me to spend the spring holiday with him, and I said yes. Don't be angry-- I'll get my school work done, Potter's an excellent motivator.'
Grimacing, he exed out the final lines with vicious stabs of ink. He doubted his father would appreciate any motivation that the Potter family would give his son.
'I'll get my work done, and practice Quidditch in their small yard.' Hopefully that would sound better-- appealing to his father's hatred of the Potter family was always a great idea when Scorp wanted something.
Sighing, he scrawled his name at the bottom of the parchment and went to send it out, fully expecting a howler in return. But as he strolled into the hallway, loping with the ease of a tense feline, a lounging figure brushed away his tensions with a casual wave of his hand.
Albus was standing there, dark hair ducking into his eyes with a haphazardly attractive smile. "That the owl?" he asked, falling easily into pace with Scorpius, unable to hear the Malfoy's heart thundering.
"Yeah," he moaned, letting the words drip from his body with the same defeat he was biting down. "I doubt father'll fall for it."
Smiling, Albus leaned forward and blew lightly at the hair just below Scorpius' ears, eliciting a shiver from the Slytherin. "Thanks for trying, at least," Albus murmured into his sensitive lobes, nibbling slightly as he pulled back, a smirk on his face.
"I'll be waiting in the herbology gardens," Albus explained, waving Scorpius forward. "Send the letter, and get some gratitude, already."
Biting back his blush, Scorpius rolled his eyes and waved the cheeky Gryffindor off, waiting to sprint to the owlery until his boyfriend's line of sight was faded behind the corner. His necklace swung heavily as he ducked around a first year Ravenclaw, ignoring the way she glared at him as he raced to deliver the letter and sneak back.
After all, if he was going to do this, he was glad he could do it with Albus' lingering support hanging around his neck, and the real thing lounging desirously in the bushes.
Author: Morgan O'Friel / originalpuck
World: Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Word Count: 659
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, don't pretend to. No money is being made off of this story.
Warnings: Third generation Hogwarts crew. In plainer words, this fic is, by the virtue of its mere existance, a DH Spoiler Alert.
Summary: Scorpius explains to his father why he's failing Herbology.
Notes: Sort of got interested in this pairing after all the excitement surrounding it. This is just a little something I shot off after packing to move for a few hours, and collapsing in near exhaustion-- so pardon me if it doesn't make much sense. ^^;;
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Scorpius's mind shuddered quickly from the memories of the arguement he and his boyfriend had hissed at each other in the bushes earlier, during class that they never bothered with. It was only a small fight, and in the end, Scorpius lost-- which was why he now held a quill in his hesitant hand.
'Dad,' he wrote, hesitating at the informal use but going with it. If he stopped now, he'd never get the owl out.
'You asked about Hogwarts. Professor Neville's awful-- I'll never pass Herbology without some help.'
Taking a break, the long-haired blonde leaned back, twirling the Slytherin charm on the necklace that Albus had made him. One obstacle down, at least. His dad was on the board of trustees, and if he couldn't help his grades, no one could.
And they needed help. But it wasn't like it was Scorpius’ fault-- Albus' smirking face, flicking notes with promises about where they could sneak next time there was a break in Longbottom's attention really prevented him from giving Merlin's left ball about bubotubers.
He and Albus loved tugging at uncovered skin as they snogged in the Flutterby bushes, while Professor Longbottom continued on with his lecture like nothing happened. They knew Rose would take notes just as surely as they knew that only Albus would bother to copy them down later.
Which was the whole reason behind his owl, and the other thing that had Scorpius preferring to gnaw off his right arm rather than explain it to his dad. 'And for the holidays, well--" He sighed and nibbled on the end of his sugar quill -- a gift from James for not giving him over to the headmaster when he was questioned about the Potter's latest prank.
He scratched out the previous sentence, and summoned his Malfoy pride. 'Albus Potter asked me to spend the spring holiday with him, and I said yes. Don't be angry-- I'll get my school work done, Potter's an excellent motivator.'
Grimacing, he exed out the final lines with vicious stabs of ink. He doubted his father would appreciate any motivation that the Potter family would give his son.
'I'll get my work done, and practice Quidditch in their small yard.' Hopefully that would sound better-- appealing to his father's hatred of the Potter family was always a great idea when Scorp wanted something.
Sighing, he scrawled his name at the bottom of the parchment and went to send it out, fully expecting a howler in return. But as he strolled into the hallway, loping with the ease of a tense feline, a lounging figure brushed away his tensions with a casual wave of his hand.
Albus was standing there, dark hair ducking into his eyes with a haphazardly attractive smile. "That the owl?" he asked, falling easily into pace with Scorpius, unable to hear the Malfoy's heart thundering.
"Yeah," he moaned, letting the words drip from his body with the same defeat he was biting down. "I doubt father'll fall for it."
Smiling, Albus leaned forward and blew lightly at the hair just below Scorpius' ears, eliciting a shiver from the Slytherin. "Thanks for trying, at least," Albus murmured into his sensitive lobes, nibbling slightly as he pulled back, a smirk on his face.
"I'll be waiting in the herbology gardens," Albus explained, waving Scorpius forward. "Send the letter, and get some gratitude, already."
Biting back his blush, Scorpius rolled his eyes and waved the cheeky Gryffindor off, waiting to sprint to the owlery until his boyfriend's line of sight was faded behind the corner. His necklace swung heavily as he ducked around a first year Ravenclaw, ignoring the way she glared at him as he raced to deliver the letter and sneak back.
After all, if he was going to do this, he was glad he could do it with Albus' lingering support hanging around his neck, and the real thing lounging desirously in the bushes.