Secret Lovers No More by Luvscharlie
There was something about watching Harry in the mornings as Scorpius drank his pumpkin juice. His hair was always messy (messier than normal) and he always came into the kitchen with his chest still bare, clad only in pyjama bottoms.
Typically the bare chest alone was enough to get Scorpius's attention and today was no different. His trousers tightened at the sight.
Scorpius noticed the owl that landed on the window ledge with the morning edition of the Prophet as Harry rummaged through the icebox.
"Huh-oh." Scorpius put the paper quickly behind his back, hoping Harry might not notice.
"Oh great. I just love it when we start the morning with 'huh-oh.' That always bodes well. What is it?"
"Erm, I think I drank the last of the juice." Scorpius did his best not to make eye contact.
Harry held up the nearly full bottle. "Try again."
"Yeah, um, you're really not going to like this. Maybe I should make us some breakfast and—"
"Hand it over." Harry's arm stretched out towards Scorpius and he waggled his fingers.
Grudgingly, Scorpius handed over the newspaper. "Now Harry, I know this—"
"Holy Hell!" Rubbing his hand over his eyes, Harry gave Scorpius a look through his fingers then glanced down at the picture of them kissing on the front page. "How did this—"
Another owl landed on the window ledge. "Oh boy. I guess my father has seen today's paper."
"Just wonderful," Harry said with a sigh.
A/N: This was originally written for the prompt of The Daily Prophetat the haryscorp100 community on Live Journal's Harry/Scorpius Last Drabble Writer Standing. This fic had to be no more than 300 words and this entry did not make it through to the next round.