Disclaimer: I don't think I know enough about Harry Potter for it to belong to me.

Notes: It's official. I'm obsessed. It's not fair, this pairing is just too cute. Also, I wrote this because I've seen way too many fics where the two of them gush romantic over smells.

Eau de Scorpius

Albus's nose was buried somewhere between Scorpius's clavicle and ribs. This in itself was not surprising, but Scorpius was a bit mystified to hear deep inhalations coming from the other boy.

"Albus?"

"Mmmmm?" Another long sniff.

"What are you doing?"

"Snuggling?"

"I can see that. I meant, why are you sniffing me?" Albus's head finally surfaced to give Scorpius a goofy smile.

"Because you smell nice, of course." Scorpius rolled his eyes.

"I don't know what you're smelling, Albus. I don't wear fragrance, and my bath products are all unscented."

"Mmmm…" said Albus, leaning forward and sniffing Scorpius's neck. "It smells good, though. What do you think you smell like?" Scorpius lifted a hand to his nose and inhaled.

"I don't smell anything."

"Any guesses, then?"

"Er…" Scorpius tried to think of all the types of smells he'd ever read about people having. "I'm hoping it's not flowers or fruit or anything girly."

"Nope," grinned Albus, "You smell quite manly, don't worry." Scorpius resisted the urge to kick him and instead focused on thinking of things with manly scents.

"Leather?"

"Eww, no."

"Laundry soap?"

"No, that's just on your clothes."

"Wood?"

"Mmm, no."

"I'm running out of ideas…"

"Just list smells you've heard of." Scorpius sighed, wondering why he had to pick Albus. He could have liked someone much less whimsical and insistent. But then, he figured, life would be much less entertaining. "Maybe something slightly spicy?"

"Cinnamon?" Oh god, I hope not, Scorpius thought, even as he said it. Albus made a face.

"You think cinnamon is manly?"

"No," answered Scorpius with a sigh, "I'm running out of ideas. It's not vanilla, I hope."

"Nope, that's not manly either." Scorpius really had to resist the urge to kick him. He kicked the wall instead. "Oh, come on. Try a few more," Albus begged with a winsome smile, "Maybe something more natural?"

"The ocean?"

"Nope, not that either, though it's a little closer."

"Rain?"

"Not quite. Rain smells more depressing. And wet."

"Grass?" He sincerely hoped not. Grass was all right in small doses, but the really strong smell of it in spring could be painfully overwhelming.

"No, though it is a bit plant-ish."

"Don't tell me I smell like aloe vera, Albus, or I will hit you."

"I hate to point this out to you, Scorp, but aloe vera doesn't really smell like anything."

"Exactly."

"Hmmm…" Albus dove back into the sea of Scorpius's shoulder and smelled him for a while longer before suddenly popping up with the exclamation, "I've got it!"

Scorpius raised an eyebrow. "You mean we're done with this ridiculous smelling thing?" Albus nodded happily, before divulging his new discovery with a flourish.

"You smell like Scorpius!" Scorpius stared in disbelief

"We went through all that just so you could tell me I smell like myself?" .

"Hey!" Albus cried indignantly, giving off an almost Scorpius-worthy sneer. "I think you smell better than bloody…aloe or, or…vanilla."

"That's good, I suppose," Scorpius answered, "since I don't particularly like vanilla."

"Eau de Scorpius," declared Albus cheerfully. "We should bottle it up and sell it in stores. We'd make millions of galleons." Scorpius made a face.

"You know if you make Eau de anything you'd have to squeeze it until water comes out, right? Can't be comfortable."

Albus laughed. "What do I smell like then?" he finally demanded, snuggling deeper into Scorpius's shoulder again. Scorpius took a whiff.

"Eau d'Albus," he replied, smiling.