After tossing and turning for a few minutes, Albus finally woke up. The room was bathed in the grey morning light. It took him a few minutes to recognize his surroundings. It was the Malfoy manor and he was in Scorpius' room, sleeping on Scorpius' bed. Scorpius, he was gone. That was why it had felt so cold. Albus groaned. Of course, Scorp would be gone. He was an early bird, even when it was the vacation. And Albus knew exactly where he was.
Albus pulled a dark blue shirt over his head hastily and jumped down from the bed. The floor was numbingly cold, but he didn't care. He ran out of the room to the corridor and slid down the railing of the staircase. The Malfoy Manor had come to being his second home away from Hogwarts. In fact, he spent most of his vacation here than at his own home or at the Burrow. Albus tiptoed the rest of the way and came to a halt before the slightly open door of the library. He stepped in stealthily, not wanting to disturb the person in there.
The library of the Malfoys was large and circular. Books were neatly shelved all around the room with a large antique table in the middle. Ladders were propped against some of the shelves according to one of Scorp's notions. It contained every book from The Fantastic Beasts to the Most Horrifying Dark Arts books. No wonder it was Scorp's favourite place.
Scorpius was standing in front of a shelf at the back of the library. He was looking at a dusty book with his back to Albus. So Albus had no problem in creeping up to Scorpius and hugging his waist form behind. With his hands firmly clasped around Scorpius' waist, Albus whispered into the other boy's silky white blond hair.
"Morning handsome"
"Merlin's beard Al, you scared me to death!", Scorp exclaimed accusingly.
"Oh well, I've been told that I have that effect on people", Albus murmured and felt Scorp's body trembling with a silent laugh.
Albus placed a soft kiss on Scorpius' neck and heard the other boy sigh in response. Albus turned Scorpius around so that their noses were touching. He kissed the eyelids of Scorpius and moved down to his cheek. Placing a gentle kiss on his right cheek, Albus finally brought his lips in level with Scorpius'. Albus could feel the blood thrumming under his fingers where his hand laid on Scorpius' perfectly curved throat. Every possible inch of Scorpius' body was pressed close to Albus, his hand clutching the fabric of Albus' shirt.
"I love you Scorp", Albus muttered against his lips and pressed his own to them. The hand on Albus' shirt twisted and pulled him even closer, their lips dancing to a rhythm of their own. Everywhere Albus touched of Scorpius was feverishly hot. Scorpius' fingers wove through Al's dark, messy locks. Albus' hands roamed freely under Scorpius' shirt, discovering every curve and edge that marked him. Their tongues chased each other across their mouths, deepening the kiss. Albus' hands tightened their grip on Scorpius. Books were falling all round them as Scorpius leaned on the bookshelf for support. Clinging to Albus' hair, he bit Albus' lower lip to hear him gasp and finally break the kiss. Both panting slightly, stood touching forehead to forehead. As Scorpius leaned in for another kiss with his hands around Albus' neck, they heard someone clearing their throat.
Albus whipped around to see a tall, lean figure standing at the doorway with his arms crossed. Albus had forgotten who else was an early bird; it was Lucius Malfoy. Scorpius' highly orthodox grandfather, with his face contorted into an angry mask. It had started off to being a perfect day, Albus was not so sure of it now.