A/N: Scorpius/Albus makes me happier than Rose/Scorpius. I've started a new story. It's Teddy/James with some Al/Scorpius, called "As The Wind Blows". The title is a filler, it may end up being something else.

As of right now, I've decided who else to put in this story:

Teddy Lupin's Mirror

Albus Dumbledore's Mirror

Severus Snape's Mirror

Draco Malfoy's Mirror

Of course, I can always do more than that so if you have any suggestions please tell me. Don't suggest either Harry or Ron- we know what theirs are.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Blah blah blah.

Albus kicked a suit of armor, which wasn't the smartest thing he'd ever done. His toe connected to the suit's leg with a resounding CLANG, and he hopped back, swearing.

"Language, Mr. Potter!" McGonagall said in passing. "5 points from Gryffindor."

Al slumped against the wall, scowling. Stupid… buggering…

It had all started about five minutes ago, when Albus was innocently walking along the seventh floor corridor, and he'd turned a corner. He'd been on his way back from the library (taking a slight detour) and was whistling cheerfully to himself. And there, as he turned the corner, were Rose and Scorpius.

Snogging.

Immediately, he'd panicked, and dropped his books, and fled. He saw out of his peripheral vision that the two had broken apart when he ran, but he didn't stop to find out just how mad they'd be that he'd broken up their little love-fest.

Now he was leaning against a wall, a burning in his chest, wondering why he was so upset.

It was just- Rose and Scorpius were his best friends. They were like the Golden Trio had been- Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Rose and Scorpius even bickered like Ron and Hermione had. But in this case, Scorpius didn't have a younger sister to distract Albus when his friends decided that their time was better spent with each other- without Albus.

Great buggering… Albus slammed his head against the stone wall, then instantly regretted it.

"Did you see him go this way?"

Albus' eyes widened. He would know that silky, pure-blood voice anywhere. And the answering one he could have recognized in his sleep- the higher, lilting tones of Rose Weasley.

Shit, he thought, and head and toes throbbing, stumbled through the nearest open door, and slammed it behind him. He leaned against it, hardly daring to breathe, as he heard Scorpius and Rose pass.

"I feel bad," Scorpius said. "That must've been a shock."

Rose snorted. "What an idiot. Do you think he's finally realized?"

"Doubtful," Scorpius replied, and they fell silent as their footsteps faded away.

Albus slowly sank to the floor, relieved. He leaned his head against the door and closed his eyes, and didn't think for a long time. He didn't want to think.

When he finally opened his eyes, it was to see an almost completely empty classroom. All the desks and chairs had been pushed to the side- some severely damaged, most missing at least one leg. He grimaced.

The oddest thing about this classroom was that, at the far end of the room, just covering the blackboard, was a gigantic mirror.

A grin threatened to split his face as he surveyed the mirror. He knew instantly what it was. The Mirror of Erised.

When he'd been little, it'd been a bed time story for him. Mum would come and sit on his bed with him and tell him about a two Knights and a Lady, who traveled far and wide to defeat the Evil Dark Wizard. She told him about how the Knight, who served the noble King Dumbledore, defeated him once when he was only a baby, and then again when he was eleven years old- "with a magical mirror," Mum had added, "the mirror of Erised."

He was only six, and didn't yet know who the Knights or the Lady were. "How'd he do it?" Al had asked, bouncing up and down in his bed.

"The mirror shows the heart's deepest wish," Mum had replied, "or deepest desire. The Knight's deepest wish was to defeat the Dark Wizard. He wanted to find the stone that the Wizard needed to live- not to use it, just to find it. And that was the only way he could get it."

"Magic," Al had breathed, and his mother had laughed.

"Yes, Al," she'd said. "in many ways, the mirror is magic. It shows you what you want most in the world." She traced out letters on his palm. "that's why, in the writing on the top of the mirror, they seem to be such strange words. Backwards, they read: I show not your face but your heart's desire. Erised is desire backwards."

"The mirror of Erised," Al murmured, reaching forward to touch the mirror. He fully expected to see- well, he didn't know, exactly- something like… becoming Head Boy, or winning the Quidditch World Cup. Even just an image with his arms around Rose and Scorpius.

Instead, he was surprised to see just Scorpius, with a conspicuous lack of Rose.

He spun around quickly, just to make sure he was alone, that Scorpius hadn't snuck up on him and found him.

Nobody was there. Al's hand fisted in his cloak for just a moment to be sure he still had his dad's invisibility cloak. So Scorpius wasn't invisible behind him. He really was his heart's deepest desire.

In the mirror, Scorpius was holding hands with mirror Albus. It looked so real, Al could almost feel the warmth between his fingers, the pressure of Scorpius' hand pressing into his.

Real Albus gawked. Mirror Albus smiled, and they both waved.

Oh, bugger, he thought, that's why I'm jealous.

The door banged open.

Albus whirled. "How did you find me?"

Scorpius waved the Marauder's map. "I called in a favor with James."

"Wanker," Albus muttered under his breath. Then, to Scorpius- "what do you want? I'm a little busy."

"Staring at your reflection?" Scorpius said, coming forward with a smirk.

"It's the mirror of Erised, ever heard of it?" Albus said, gesturing to the lettering across the top of the mirror.

Scorpius shook his head.

"It shows your heart's desire."

Scorpius cocked his head. "And what do you see, Mr. Potter?"

Al paused, but only for a split second. "I see myself beating your arse in Quidditch."

Scorpius grinned at him. "That'll only happen in a mirror, Al, sorry."

"Well, go on, then," Al said, shoving impatiently at him. "What do you see? Rose?"

Scorpius turned to look at him. "No," he said, quietly, and Al's heart stuttered. "I see you."

"Wh-what?"

"Merlin, Al, don't you get it? I don't want Rose. I've never wanted Rose. I've been trying for the past year to get it into your thick skull that the only one I've ever wanted is you, but you just don't seem to get it! You're denser than James and Hugo put together."

Albus stared at him, mouth working, lips moving wordlessly.

"I see me, and I see you, and I see this," and Scorpius strode forward, took Al's face in his hands, and pressed his lips against Albus'.

Scorpius pulled back after only a second, and stepped away. "I was hoping if you caught Rose and I snogging, you'd be jealous and finally figure out something."

Albus began to laugh.

Scorpius looked irritated. "Stop laughing!"

"You prat," Albus said, between gasps, "I've fancied you for ages!"

Scorpius punched his arm, but he was grinning. "So I'm guessing you lied about whipping my arse at Quidditch?"

"Well, the Quidditch part, yes. Now, the arse-whipping part…"