Deliciously Kissable
Albus Severus Potter was bored. He was sat in the back row of History of Magic, feet up on the desk, sleeves rolled up and brow furrowed.
"Pss! Alby! Oi!"
A whisper emerged from the figure next to him, and he turned his head lazily.
"What is it Hugo?"
"Any idea what the hell Binns is droning on about?"
He rolled his eyes; Hugo should know the answer to his inquiry already.
"I never have any idea what he's talking about, and neither does anyone else. Except maybe Rosie."
Hugo nodded his head, the flaming curls that adorned his scalp bobbing. ""Mmkay. Wanna go to Hogsmeade together this week-end, stock up on Zonko's supplies?"
Albus' face lit up into a cheeky grin. His favourite pass-time was pranking, and Zonko's was the best place in Hogsmeade for all his troublemaking needs. The only place that could beat it was his uncle's shop. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, but that was all the way in Diagon Alley, inaccessible during term time to a Hogwarts student.
No, he'd have to wait till Christmas to go there again. Unfortunately, it was only a few days before Halloween, still over a month and a half to go before the eagerly anticipated trip home. Of course, he could've gone home for half term, but the entire Weasley/Potter clan had stayed at Hogwarts for that week. This was due to most of the adult members of their family deciding to go and visit Teddy and Uncle Charlie, who were both working as head keepers on a Dragon Reserve in Russia.
Hugo's sharp whisper snapped him out of his thoughts. "Al! Did you hear me?"
He nodded, and replied "Sure, Hu, id love to."
As he turned his head back to the front, in a hopeless attempt to at least look like he was listening to the teacher, his eyes fell on a blonde-haired boy. They locked eyes for a second, before the boy hurriedly look away, blushing.
His own brow furrowed, watching the back of the boys head.
What the hell was Scorpius Malfoy doing watching me?
He shook his head as if to clear it. Malfoy had probably turned around to see what the pair had been whispering about, that's all. Al felt a little nervous, though. It probably had something to do with the fa ct that he was absolutely, undeniably gay.
Albus had always known he was gay, always known that he looked at guys in the way that other boys looked at girls. This was common knowledge, helped along by the fact that the first thing Al did when he woke up in the morning was moisturise his face, and put on his eyeliner. No one really cared that he was gay, and if they did, he more than made up for it in other ways. He was friendly, funny and the schools star Quidditch player. As Gryffindor Seeker and team captain, he was automatically awarded with a high level of respect and popularity.
People just couldn't help but be friends with the boy with the bright green eyes and untameable mess of black hair that adorned his head.
Unfortunately, Hogwarts was infuriatingly lacking in the Gay Male department, so he merely drooled over people, never actually made a move on them. Of course, he wished that he had the opportunity for a boyfriend, but that just wouldn't happen in a school with only one boy who was as gay as a bucket full of sunshine, fairies and blond hair like Scor—
What the hell are you doing? Don't think about him! He's a MALFOY!
He blinked slowly, trying to clear his mind of all thought of the deliciously kissable Slytherin.
Wait, what?! Since when did I think Malfoy was kissable? Or delicious?
He chuckled at the mere thought of it.
Like he would ever have a crush on Scorpius Malfoy!
