Scorbus discovered.

All rights go to J.K Rowling. I own nothing but the plot.

Look, I wrote this about eleven at night, in around thirty minutes.

Scorpius comes out to Ginny.

This is my first Fanfic, so I apologise for any errors.

Aegis12.

Albus pauses at the doorway to the kitchen, where he can faintly hear his Mum washing the dishes. He'd always wondered why she did it the muggle way, instead of using magic, and had asked so many times. However, the only answer he got, repeatedly, was 'It gives me something to do. Works off stress, I guess. I'm not really sure.' He ran a hand through his messy black hair nervously. Do it fast. Scorpions had told him. Blunt. Like ripping off a bandage. He wonders whether coming out to his family is a good idea, after all. He could always back out now. But no. He and Scorpius had made a promise right before the Hogwarts Express had pulled into the station; They'd both tell their Parents during the summer holidays. And that's what he intends to do. Scorpius had sent him an owl last night; he'd told his parents, Draco and Astoria Malfoy, about their relationship, and they'd taken it as expected. Shocked, but not disapproving. He takes his hand off the wall, breathes, and walks through the doorway.

"Mum," He greets.

"Albus!" His Mother cries.

"Can I talk to you?" Al cocks his head.

Ginny Potter née Weasley frowns. "Of course, Al. Do you want something to drink?" She gestures for him to sit with one hand and places away the wet tea towel in the other, before taking a seat opposite him on the small table. "Is something wrong? Are you getting bullied? Are you injured?"

He laughs, albeit a bit nervously. "No, no." He assures her quickly. "Nothing's wrong."

"Then what did you want to talk about?"

Now or never. Like ripping off a bandage. Nothing can go wrong. She can only hate you, never speak to you again, think you're disgusting, disown you, he thinks cruelly. He blinks. Shut up! The other, more optimistic part of his brain screams at him.

"I-well-" He stutters.

"Al?" He can tell, that although her facial features don't show it, that his Mother is getting worried.

He breathes in deeply. "I'm in love with Scorpius Malfoy." He blurts quickly, risking a glance at his Mum's face.

She seems to be shocked, yet not disgusted. A little confused, yet understanding. Her face is soft, and she smiles at him. "Albus," she speaks, her voice tender and soft. "I don't care that you're gay. I'd prefer it if you'd told us, but as long as he makes you happy, that's fine." A frown adjourns her face. "Does he? Make you happy?"

Albus shifts uncomfortably under her gaze. "Uh-yes. He does, Mum."

"Good. Al, you're my son, and I love you. Nothing could change that, especially not that. We understand, Albus. It doesn't matter whether you prefer boys or girls. Or both. It doesn't. Understand?"

"Yeah." Al mumbles. "I-just-I wasn't sure how you or Dad would take it."

"Have you told him? Your Father?"

Al shakes his head, unsure where this is going. "No."

"Do you want me to tell him?" Ginny asks.

"Uh-No. I'll do it." He swallows the lump in his throat and releases a breath he doesn't know he was holding. "I'll do it."

His Mum smiles, mischievously. "Scorpius . . . Any wedding we should expect some time soon?"

"Mum!" Al cries, mortified.

She laughs. "How long?"

"Two years." Albus informs her quickly.

Her jaw drops. "You've been hiding from us for two years?!" She cries incredulously.

Albus mumbles something, which she faintly makes out to be, "Maybe."

Ginny shakes her head. "I cannot believe you." She mutters. "Go," She says, louder this time. "Write to Scorpius. Go tell your Father. Whatever." She sighs.

Albus Severus Potter smiles brightly and jumps up from his chair. "Thanks, Mum!" He bolts from the room, leaving Ginny staring after him, unbelieving.

Albus slows to a walk outside his room, turning the door handle and closing it behind him. He sighs. Thank the gods. The boy heads to his desk, where his parchment and quill sit, his letter to his boyfriend only half finished. He picks up his quill, trying to decide how to put what he wanted to write next, closing his eyes momentarily. A minute or so passes in complete silence before he dips his quill into the ink, presses the nib down onto the parchment, and scribbles,

I told Mum earlier. She took it well. A little shocked, but that's all. Told me that she would love me no matter what. Do you think that would include killing someone? She also asked if I wanted help telling Dad. I said no. I do have some honour, you know? She supports us, by the way. Asking me if there's a wedding she should start preparing for. I'll be telling Dad next. Also, we're heading down to Diagon Alley in three days to collect school supplies. Do you think you could make it?

Love,

Albus.

Hastily, he wrote Scorpius on the back of the letter, folding it up and calling for his owl, Athena. She was a pure black colour, her feathers sharp and her eyes an emerald, bright, intelligent, and sharp.

"Give this to Scorpius, please, Athena." Al told her, tying the letter to the foot she held out proudly. She hooted, in what Albus hoped was understanding. He smiled as she gave him an affectionate nip on the ear, and then flew out through the open window, the rough wind ruffling her feathers. He'd tell his father tomorrow, he decided.

Hope you liked it! Review, please. I welcome any constructive critism, but please, no flames!

I'm also open to requests for one shots, but there is no guarantee I will do them, though I might.