Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
They're in the middle of playing Gabriel Faure's Pavane when he abruptly stops and blurts out, "Ma, I'm gay."
She blinks, thinks this over, and finishes her part of their duet. "At least I won't have to worry about you getting some girl pregnant."
He stares at her incredulously, raises an eyebrow as he places his violin on the coffee table. Whatever reaction he was expecting from her, it wasn't this. "So...does that means that you're okay with me...you know?" He waves a hand to empathize his point.
She shrugs, throws herself down on the couch, fingers plucking her violin's strings absently. "Of course I'm okay with it." She gives him a smile. "I've known it for quite some time. I was just waiting for you to tell me."
He blinks as he sits down. "Wait. How?"
She laughs, looking amused. "A mother never tells her secrets." He rolls his eyes. "Also, I saw a partially nude Albus Potter sneak out of your room a couple nights ago. He has a good chest, I do admit." She pauses, a smile threatening her lips. "I do hope you're having safe sex, Scorpius." She loves teasing him.
He flushes. "Ma," he cries, looking thoroughly embarrassed. "I don't want to talk to you about this."
She laughs again, standing up with her violin. "I don't see why not. I have sex with your-"
He gives a muffled "Ma!" as he buries his head into the couch, pressing his hands to his ears. She laughs, reaches down and gives him aplayful poke in the arm.
"The next time I see Mr. Potter, he better be completely dressed and at the dinner table." At this, he raises his head from the couch.
"Wait, what?" He looks confused. She fights the urge to roll her eyes. So very like his father, she thinks fondly.
"He's coming to dinner," she says, postioning her violin again. "I think he'll be a lot more willingly to tell me if you two are having safer sex than you are."
He buries his head back into the couch causing her to smile. He doesn't see it now, but she's looking out for him.
A mother's work is never done.
