Wow. I haven't published anything since last April. I suppose apologies are in order then. Then when I finally do publish something, it's not entirely well written. More apologies for that. I would like to mention that I am still writing. Writing, re-writing. Hopefully I'll have something worth reading up soon. Until then, you can have this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.


Scorpius laid next to Albus at one of their many sleepovers. He was listening to the other's breathing to figure out if he was awake; coming up with inconclusive data, he turned on his side so he was facing the dark-haired boy, the sleeping bag he was in rustling as he did so.

"Al?"

"Yeah Scorp?" Al knew right away that something was troubling his best friend. He realized with disappointment that his sleeping time was going to be cut shorter than normal.

"Do you ever wonder why we're here?" Scorpius asked, and he sighed. Yes. He knew where this was going.

"Scorpius. I know you're a Ravenclaw and all that, but isn't it a little too late at night to be having an existential crisis."

"Maybe, but...this is our one life. We don't get another. What if one day, we wake up and half our lives have gone by, and...we find that so many moments have been wasted." He said. Al rolled his eyes fondly. If it were anyone else but Scorpius he probably would have thrown them out. But it was Scorpius, so there wasn't much he could do.

"Scorpius, go to sleep. It's too late for me to be dealing with you." he said, but Scorpius continued.

"All of the decisions we make right now are so important, Al. What if I make the wrong one?" Albus turned over and looked at him through the dim light.

"Scorpius. You aren't going to make the wrong decisions. Not as long as you stop sometimes to smell the roses."

"What if I smell the wrong ones though?"

"Scorpius. Shut the hell up and go to sleep before I strangle you with my pillow." Al said, not even a hint of anything suggesting he would lurking in his voice.

"You love having me around too much," Scorpius smiled.

"True, but seriously Scorp. Go to sleep. Or else we'll get grounded."

"Fine." Scorpius pouted. "Goodnight Al."

"Sweet dreams, Scor." Al smiled.

"But...what if there's this perfect moment to do something but you don't, and you never get that chance again?" Scorpius continued, and Al let out an exasperated sigh. Unfortunately this was a common occurrence. Scorpius normally had a mini-crisis everytime he wanted to tell him something important. He wondered if tonight would be the night.

"Seize the day, Scorpius. Now get your arse to bed." Al replied knowing that he would. Cutting into crucial sleep time. He looked at Scorpius expectantly, glad he wouldn't be able to see him properly in the dark lighting.

"Al. I'm gay." Scorpius said and Al nodded knowingly. Yes. Tonight was the night.

"I know Scorpius." He said and rolled over closing his eyes.

Apparently his approval wasn't enough for him since he continued. "How would you know. I just told you."

"You were crushing on Finnegan in fourth year." Al replied, not really hiding his exasperation.

It was Scorpius's turn to sigh. "Please don't remind me."

"Go to bed. Honestly."

"I have more to say." Al looked turned back to Scorpius before scooting his sleeping bag closer. He leaned over to kiss the blond-haired boy who he'd know for six years, and had been crushing on for all of them.

"We'll talk in the morning."