Disclaimer: You might find it hard to believe, but Harry Potter is not mine.
A/N: This is for the secret Santa competition. Happy Christmas A.J. Horn! Please know that I don't usually write slash so bear with me if this is terrible. Anyway, Merry (late) Christmas and Happy New Year.
Pairing: Scorpius/ Lysander
Prompts: Under the mistletoe
"Hey Ly, will you read over my essay?" someone asks me, shouting across the common room.
"Sorry," I call back not even looking to see who it is. "Not now, maybe later."
"How about a game of exploding snap?" asks another person.
"Not right now."
Finally I manage to escape, brushing off a wizards chess tournament, three chocolate frogs, a study session in the library and a trip to the kitchen. I've always seemed to find that people only seem to want to hang around with me when I'm busy doing something else.
I walk along the almost empty corridors glad to be out of the stuffy, crowded common room and in the cool, clean quiet of the corridor.
"Oh Mr Scamander, would you mind coming to my office for a moment. I'd like to have a quick word with you about something." It's Professor Portcullis, my defence against the dark arts teacher.
"Of course Professor," I say. I'm going to be late, but Professor Portcullis isn't the sort of teacher whose bad side you want to get on.
I follow her to her office which is two floors past where I am headed.
"So Lysander, I just want to talk to you about your performance in class on Thursday," she tells me, sitting me down.
"Oh, OK," I say hesitantly.
"Your practical skills are and I don't say this to many students, exceptional. Have you considered a path in defence?"
"Oh," I say surprised, but pleased, "Not really, I'm not really sure what I want to be."
"I see, yes," she says, "Obviously, you still have your careers advice coming up soon, but I definitely wouldn't mind giving you some one to one tuition just to improve your technique. You can never get too much practise."
"Oh, um yes, I suppose," I stutter, "When would you be talking about?"
"Why now would suit. Can you do now?" she asks me.
Shit, I think, no actually now is the worst possible time ever. If I am doing so well surely I should do less work.
"Um… actually now isn't so good," I tell her.
"Oh, OK, I see," she says taken aback, "Well I won't keep you any longer."
"Thanks Professor," I say, getting up to leave the room.
And then I am back in the corridor.
I run up the two flights of staircases to the room of requirement. Our meeting place.
Nothing is going to stop me. Not tripping over Mrs Norris. Not discovering my brother and Lucy Weasley snogging in a secret passageway. No nothing was going to stop me.
Then, after everything, I'm there. Walking past the wall three times, making my wish.
I open the door.
"Hey, sorry I'm late." I say, "You wouldn't believe the obstacles I had to pass to get here."
"I forgive you," he says walking towards me, "I think the room does too, look what it has given us," he continues, pointing upwards.
"Ooh, mistletoe!" I grin, taking a step towards him.
And then we are right next to each other, I put my arms around him and he puts his arms around me and then we are kissing and it's perfect because he's perfect.
Scorpius Malfoy. My secret boyfriend.