Title: Fancying Al
Rating: G
Word Count: 200 on the dot
Warnings: fluffy angst (it's possible, I swear xD)
Summary: It was obvious that Scorpius was only using him to get to his dad-like everyone else.
Notes: Written for
ass_ldws for the prompt of "doubt" and the genre of "fluff". 9_9 This was sofa king hard to cut down to 200 words, just fyi.
Fancying Al
Doubt was the kind of thing that ate Albus alive. It festered in his gut like a dead thing, soured his intentions, sickened his moods. Watching Scorpius, he feared the worst.
There was a glaze in Scorpius' eyes when he talked to Al's dad, adoration at his lips when they shared a grin. It was obvious that Scorpius was using him to get to Harry. Like everyone else, he fancied the commodity that was Harry Potter. What could an amazing bloke like Scorpius see in a knockoff like Albus?
Storming into his room, Albus flung himself to the floor and dug out the box under his bed. Pulling it into his lap, he flicked through photos of the two of them: at the beach, on the train, under the covers, and even one that had been taken minutes before their first kiss. Albus paused there, his chest tight.
"What's wrong?" Scorpius asked, sitting uninvited beside him.
"If you're just after my dad, say so and stop making my life miserable!"
Scorpius snorted. "Gross! There's only one Potter I want, and he's being a right git thinking I fancy his dad." The punctuation of Scorpius' kiss melted all the doubt away.