A/N: Over at the Facebook group DRARRY: fanfiction and fanart, we've started a new drabble writing series. Each day a new kiss. This is the first installment. The plan is for others to follow Al and Scor's relationship, as well. The plan is for it to be beautiful. We'll see. I'm not feeling much like beautiful things lately.
"Stop it, he'll see!"
Scorpius had been told time and time again not to greet Albus with a kiss. Not to kiss him in general. Not when people were around, anyway. Not anywhere anyone could see them. And most certainly not in front of Albus' father. Not with him so damn close – just on the other side of the garden wall. If he were to turn around and straighten up just a bit, he'd see. He'd see them there in one another's arm. Intimate and close.
Gayer than fucking Christmas.
Per usual, Scorpius response was to take a step back, hands up in defense. And then, with something that could only be described as a giggle, he would step back in and just lightly kiss Albus' cheek. Just like he had done for five years. Soft and sweet. Merely a gentle, friendly greeting. "Better?" he whispered. "Or should I stop touching you altogether? Would that make you happier? If I never kissed you again…?"
Swallowing his pride, Albus shook his head. Vigorously. He didn't want that. He would never ask for that. "Just…. Please. I don't want them to see. Not yet." Maybe not ever, he thought.
It wasn't like he was ashamed. They'd had this conversation a million times and Albus could just never put it into words. He didn't want people to know. He didn't know why. Nobody would likely judge him for it. His family, his friends – they weren't closed minded. And…it really wasn't anything to do with Scorpius, either. They had all long since accepted his friendship with the Malfoy boy. And they were so close, he was sure no one would be surprised.
No…it wasn't anything like that. It was hard for even Albus to understand why. He supposed, if he had to put any sort of reason to it…perhaps he would say that he just didn't want to share. This was something all his. Nobody – not even Rose – knew about them. Nobody had known in the year they'd been doing this thing of theirs. This passionate, beautiful thing they had. And he wasn't about ready to give that up. Not just yet. Not when it was the only thing he had to himself for the first time in his whole, damn life.
No. This had nothing to do with shame. Albus just wanted the beauty of Scorpius to himself. And if that meant he had to give up those savory hello kisses…well, then so be it.