So, throughout the course of the WL series, we have been playing around with theme songs, and we can finally give you a few~

Abra came up with them XD They're pretty good

James: Fat Lip, Sum 41

Fin and Albus (the first one we ever decided on, & Abra stumbled upon it by accident): Domino by Jessie J.

Fin to Albus: Band aid by Pixie Lott.

Scorpius and Hugo: Miss America by the Fates.

Alex and Teddy: Your Call by Secondhand Serenade.

James and Victoire: Nothing, yet.

Subla: Nothing~

Bailey, Astoria, Nott, etc: Nope.
And last, but certainly not least, our babies, our Wingardium Leviosas, Draco and Harry: A Drop in the Ocean by Ron Pope.

"What information did you bring to me?" Astoria spoke calmly, thin legs crossed, one over the other, as she sat, straight-backed, in a manky old chair in her... son's new little shop.

Bailey sighed, tossing her hair. "You made a mistake, sending the folder to Finnigan. He's in league with them." A sneer passed only briefly over her features; she didn't want to cause any undue wrinkles.

"What'da ya mean?" Nott grumbled, nursing a swollen lip with an icy spell from his wand. Fucking child... Should have left him to rot.

"I think it's perfectly obvious what I mean, Theodore." It was disgusting, truly, to be associating with such a criminal. But if it got her moneyback, got her some revenge, then it was worth it. "The twit seems to be... with Albus, which is ridiculous."

"How is that ridiculous?" Astoria rolled her eyes. This... child... was getting on her last nerve.

"He's a behemoth idiot. My Prophet sources all say the same." She pushed her hair back and strode away, studying the shop distastefully. Quaint, some would call it. It was cheap, to Bailey's mind. So much money in the Potter-Malfoy vaults and they squandered it on useless junk. "Besides, he should still be mourning the loss of my company. I destroyed his little shop."

"Last I 'eard it, little Albus was gettin' help from 'is older bro'her with the money to get it repaid. So's what my... goblin liaisons say at Gringot's" Nott hissed as his lip twitched. Bloody fucking healing spells hated him.

"That is neither here nor there Theodore," Astoria rolled her eyes, wanting nothing more than to clonk the two upside the head and leave them there. But she needed them. However... begrudgingly so. "We have hit a problem." Astoria's narrowed eyes flashed to Bailey. "The reporter you told me to send the files to has all but disappeared with them, so in account, the files have disappeared."

"I told you to send them to my contact; you sent them to the Finnigan. I understand that his reputation would lead him to want to publish them and rescue his dying little career, but..." She shrugged lightly. "Again, he's in league with them."

"Which yew failed to ment'on, dolly." Nott smirk.

Astoria sent a small hex at his feet. "Quiet! The both of you! Nott, what is your current status with the Potter-Malfoy brats?" She wanted news. Good news. "Were you able to find anything out?"

"Even bett'r," Nott chuckled, standing from his position against the door after he... jumped away to save his feet. "Got the oldest of em's little play-mate. Currently lyin' in a ho'pital bed in Mungo's I reckon." His grin was all bite and bark, teeth and torn, bloodied lips.

Bailey let out a small laugh, conjuring a brush and running it through her hair. "That little painter? Good riddance." It was his father, after all, that had gotten her accounts frozen. "It'll certainly keep Ted occupied."

"I don't give a sickle about the current whereabouts of Ted Lupin. I want something..." A plan was brewing. Astoria's heels clicked against the floor, her nails tapped irritably against the table. "More." Albus, the incompetent, and Fin... James and his infatuation with Victoire... Scorpius and... Scorpius. "I want that Hugo brat." Her crystalline eyes met Nott's. "Now."

"Righ' on it, missy." Nott's smile curdled as he vanished away with a rip of air.

Bailey smiled warmly. "Going to ransom him, then? Or is this just more punishment to your baby boy?"

Astoria chuckled, the sound like shattering glass, or nails on a chalkboard. "Worse."

-8-8-

"Hugo, you around?"

"Scor? Scorpius!" The sound of pounding feet, and Scorpius caught a flash of red in his arms.

"W-Woah there, love!" Scorpius laughed warmly. "What's gotten into you?"

"Just, y'know, glad to see you." Hugo wound his arms around Scorpius's neck, tugging him down for a kiss.

Scorpius blushed. For the first time in a while, through the tears and screaming of the past however many hours, he blushed. Tilting his head, he kissed Hugo back, heart twisting in his chest. "A-Aww, Hugh..."

And after hearing about Alex, Hugo had been worried, but he left that unsaid. He only held on a little tighter. "Love you," he murmured.

Drawing Hugo against his body, Scorpius melted into the touch, eyes drifting closed, body sagging. "Love you too, my fiance."

Hugo nuzzled into his neck, pressed warm kisses to his skin. "Are you alright, Scorp?"

"Just hold you." It didn't even make sense, but Hugo seemed to have understood, standing still and just holding onto Scorpius as the other held him back, almost like a lifeline.

Whispering soft words of comfort, he continued pressing soft kisses to his neck, his lips. "I love you. I love you so much, Scorpius."

I love you too, I'm so sorry I failed you. Not even a h-husband yet and I suck. Disgraced, pathetic- so sorry. Pay for it for years- Scorpius's thoughts jumped around, but the only word he seemed to be able to utter was a shaky "mhmm," and some tightening of his arms, pulling - tugging, jerking - the shorter wizard against his chest.

Hugo drew back to guide Scorpius to the couch, nudging him down and climbing into his lap. "Don't cry, love. It's alright."

"M'not crying..." Scorpius shuddered, hanging onto Hugo and rocking. "Bad day... Want you. Hold you. Stay." And Scorpius's eyes fell shut.

"I won't go anywhere. I'm here for you, Scorp." He stroked the blonde's hair gently, snuggled as close as he could get.

"Family hates me." The words were clipped short, quiet after the minute pause.

"Scorpius, you know they don't hate you. They're upset right now; that's all."

The blonde shook his head, not willing to divulge the thoughts of betrayal that echoed in his head like a scream in an empty room. "Home. I want to go home, Hugo."

He nodded. "Then let's go, love."

With a small nod, Scorpius clung to Hugo like a life line and apparated. Apparated home.

-8-8-

Hugo looked around a moment. His apartment. His gaze turned back to Scorpius, a smile curving his lips. Their apartment. Home. "Scorpius... I think you should move your stuff in here. Alright? You already spend all your time here anyway."

The blonde simply nodded and drew Hugo back into his arms. "H-Home. Love you." Family. Disgrace. "Can't look at you." ...What have I done?

He sighed, holding tightly. It was clearly not the time to be asking Scorpius things like that. "Love you too."

"Yes."

"Mm?" Hugo nuzzled gently. "Yes what?"

"Home." With you. My husband. Not yet, his brain supplied."Here. Please." Scorpius had to have some sense of normalcy. Something to cling to as his world tilted on its axis. Hugo. Always there. Whether it be chocolates after hide-n-seek, early Christmas gifts because he just couldn't wait... Hugo was home. Hugo was his life. "Hugo..."

"Soon, then. Today if you like." Hugo smiled, cupping Scorpius's cheeks, caressing gently with the pads of his thumbs. "I love you, Scorpius. No matter what happens, I always want you with me. Got it?"

Nodding his head, Scorpius leaned into the touch. "Always." He drew Hugo against his body, leaning down and pressing a kiss against his lover's lips. "Food. You. Shower. Sleep. Yes?"

Hugo chuckled. "Yes. I don't think I've got anything here beyond sandwich things."

Scorpius nuzzled Hugo's lips, drawing his lover into a sweet kiss, more to sooth his own aching heart and worries then to please. "Sounds wonderful. S'long as you make it."

"A trained monkey could make a simple sandwich."

"Don't insult my monkey brethren." Scorpius pouted.

"Don't you start pouting. It'll make me forget all about food." Hugo brushed his finger over Scorpius's bottom lip, smiling.

"Food. Then more pouting?" A small smile inched its way onto Scorpius's lips.

"Absolutely," he agreed and leaned forward, nibbling lightly on Scorp's lower lip. "And whatever else you'd like."

A small chuckle, and Scorpius's mood took a 180, laughter bubbling in his chest. "You. Just you."

"That can be arranged." Pleased to hear his laugh again, Hugo hugged him tightly for a moment. "I love you. Really. Wouldn't change a thing."

Scorpius grinned. "'Cept my love for your chocolate? I have a feeling that I eat most of it." Scorpius led Hugo into the kitchen with kisses peppered against his cheeks and neck.

"Most of it, yes. But I give it to you usually, so it's alright." Hugo went to the cupboard and dug through, searching for bread and things to make sandwiches. There was enough peanut butter for one sandwich, enough nutella for another. Without thinking about it, he popped open the nutella jar and spread it over a slice of bread.

Once he realized it, he sighed and set the sandwich aside. Right, Scorp couldn't have it. Bad reactions, childhood memories. He switched out the knives and started on a peanut butter sandwich for him.

A few silent seconds and Hugo glanced up, setting his knife aside.

Scorpius picked up the sandwich, taking a bite without really realizing. He cringed, stinking his tongue out and dropping the bread against the plate. "Uck, I remember why I don' like nutella..."

"Scorp! You're not even supposed to eat it!" Hugo quickly tugged the plate away, vividly remembering a sick child, pale as death and then confined to a bubble. He knew as well as anyone that Scorpius was no longer that child, but... Some memories just didn't die.

"Hm?" Scorpius glanced back down at the plate, swallowed, and shrugged. "Guess I never liked nutella." Or it never liked me.

"Hazel-?" Harry broke off, huffed. "I never did like nutella," he grumbled.

Hugo watched him critically for a few seconds, waiting for any signs of an allergic reaction. When nothing happened, he huffed. "You bit into my sandwich, you prat. What ever happened to your allergy?"

"Wen' away I guess," Scorpius shrugged complacently, as if it was just another ordinary, day to day thing.

Allergies didn't just go away. But Hugo didn't bother saying so; weirder things had happened to both of their families. He only slid Scorpius's plate his way.

Leaning forward, Scorpius pressed their lips together. "Love you. Taste like chocolate."

"Love you too. My gorgeous fiance." Hugo grinned, nicking a piece of his lover's sandwich. "And now we're even."

Blushing, Scorpius ducked his head down and pulled the peanut butter sandwich closer to his persons. "S-Shush." He just wanted to throw out the whole 'not gorgeous' thing, but then Hugo would feel the need to reprimand- He took a bite of his sandwich and paused, lifting his eyes to meet the beautiful shade of brown and smirked lightly, thoughts rushing out of his head. "Bed?"

Hugo studied him for a moment, running his tongue slowly over his bottom lip. "Bed."

Scorpius stood with a small, triumphant laugh as he swung around the table to sweep Hugo into his arms and press a searing kiss to his fiance's beautiful set of lips. "Bed."

-8-8-

Al was hurt. A little annoyed, a lot upset, and plenty of just plain hurt. He'd just apparated. He'd gone after Fin after he'd run off from the Weasley home, tried to comfort him and convince him that he was worth something, but...

"Because Albus! I'll never amount to anything! That's why I'm pissed! I'll never amount to anything and that's not- That's not- That's not good enough for you! You deserve better!"

Well, in Albus's opinion, it was what he wanted that mattered. Deserved better? What in bloody hell was better than having someone who loved you, was good to you? Thanks to Fin's stubbornness, he'd ended up spending a very long night alone, heard about his brother's betrayal, and now... To find out through papa from Seamus that Fin was at home with them had really been the last straw. He'd had the powder in his grasp before he'd even finished asking if their house was safe.

So now he was there and he wasn't leaving until Fin saw reason. Or at least explained why he thought he was so worthless. Maybe if Al knew why he'd be able to help more... He hoped so at any rate. He didn't even know where to begin looking for his lover.

"Albus?" Seamus blinked, waving a hand in front of the others gaze.

He jolted a little, staring at Seamus rather blankly for a long moment. "Hi."

The Irishman gave another small wave.

"Looking for Eoghan?" Dean walked in, hands being wrung against a dish towel.

"Don't tell me he's not here..."

"He is," Dean assured him, leaning against the doorjamb. "Did you have a row?"

"I... Sort of? He's just so bleeding stubborn."

"Tha's my boy," Seamus grumbled, rolling his eyes and sending a glare towards the ceiling where no doubt Fin's room laid.

"Definitely yours," Dean muttered. "Go on up, Albus. See if you can't knock a bit o' sense into him."

"Hey-!" Albus heard as he almost rushed towards the stairs. "He's yers too!"

He took the stairs two at a time, as eager to just see Fin as he was to shout at him. "Finny!"

A loud thud echoed from a bedroom down the corridor and to the right had Albus quickly rushing towards the noise. The fact that the door to said bedroom was locked irritated him. "Finny!" he shouted again, close to banging his fist against the door to get Fin to let him in.

Silence met Albus's irritation.

Maybe if I just hide...

Sighing, Albus retrieved his wand and blasted the door with an all-purpose unlocking spell only Ministry officials were supposed to know. He swung open the door, frowning as he looked about the room. Oh, Fin... "What are you doing, Fin? Why did you run off and hide from me? I love you!"

Shaggy brown hair peeked out from the edge of the bed, tattered clothing strewn around the room as well as Fin's somewhat flailed limbs bent in an awkward position on the floor from his untimely fall. "I..."

"You bloody idiot!" Albus stowed his wand away and marched over, offering a hand to help him up, the caring gesture completely at odds with the irritated expression on his face.

Fin flinched, rubbing the red mark on his cheek from his wonderful landing on the floor. Their hands met, and Fin's whole expression changed. "A-Albus, I-" I'm sorry. Shite. I fucked up again, didn't I?

I just don't know why you left me... His shoulders slumped. "It hurt, Finny."

"I...I..." I'm a failure, Albus... Anyone can see it. And pitiful. Maybe even a tad whiny. But Albus didn't need to know that.

Instead of pulling him up, Albus sank down to sit beside him. He reached out, resting his fingers over the scratches on his cheek. "I don't see it. I want to punish everyone who put that in your head." The magic that had been sparking violently around him focused in on Fin's wounds, visible sparks jumping from his fingertips to the injury to heal it.

Winching, Fin gasped at the magic that flicked against his skin. Ruddy carpet burns... He hissed inwardly. "Albus, I-" You have to understand- Thoughts jumped in and out of Albus's mind as Fin sat complacently on the floor. Not good enough for you- Never was- Stand at the wayside- Failure- Cheap- Blithering idiot, unlike you- Love so much...

"Fin," he whispered and pressed closer, laying his lips warmly over his lover's. You've felt how much I love you. You know it's real! What else can I do to convince you of that? "You're good enough," he murmured, lips moving over Fin's. "I love you. What anyone else thinks doesn't matter."

"I can never help support you," Fin mumbled against his... his lover's lips, realization slowly, like a dripping faucet, sinking into his brain, into his heart.

"Support me? What do I care about how much money you're able to bring home? I want your love, Finny. I want you to let me lean on you when I'm upset or just want a hug. That's the support I want." Albus wrapped his arms around Fin, drawing him closer.

"Albus..." Fin's heart felt like a pummeled brick that still stood strong after a severe storm had weathered over. "Whenever I look at you... Ever since our school days..." Lifting a hand, Fin caressed his lover's cheek. I close my eyes and I imagine my future, and I see yer face. Always yer face. With children, and a house, and Subla- I imagine my future and you're always there. You. A family. I can't... His hand dropped. "I can' support that Albus."

"Oh, Fin... Why can't you see how talented you are? How strong and how beautiful? Don't let them beat you. Please don't." Albus lifted Fin's hand, held it to his cheek. "I want that future, Fin. I want that family with you, that home. I want you."

"Albus... It... L-Love, it doesn't matter how bad or good I think I am, I won' get anywhere with my three, four galleons a week salary." And that's if they remember to pay me. "I can't gi-give you that." And didn't it hurt like a stab wound in the heart to admit it. He wanted Albus to have the perfect life. Always had wanted it.

"Then... Then you either make them realize how good you are or... Write something on your own. Write a book, start your own paper or your own magazine or whatever. I'll help you. I'll be there for you." He closed his eyes, holding tightly to Fin's hand. It's okay to need me. I won't go anywhere.

Snorting in vain amusement, Fin acquiesced, and let his head drop down against Albus's shoulder. "Write a book, yeah right, love."

He smiled, nuzzling into his hair gently. "I bet you could if you wanted to."

Fin grumbled something unintelligible and poked Al in the stomach. "Shut it, raven."

"You could," he assured him and rubbed his back gently.

Fin kept silent, just leaning into the touch he had craved for the past who-knew how many years. "R-Raven, I..." I what? I want to marry you? Sweep you away from all this? I'm sorry? You're a genius Eoghan. Really, truly. ...blithering idiot.

"You could say all of those," he mused.

Fin blushed almost violently, forgetting the fact that they actually were still in contact, which means his thoughts, as were Albus's, were broadcasted between them. Idiot- N-Not you Albus-!

He chuckled softly. It's okay. Hard to get used to, isn't it? "But really... The marriage bit. Feel free to ask whenever you like." Albus leaned back, smiling. "I don't want to be like Hugo and Scorp - in love for years, waiting til now to get married."

Fin's heart exploded to a stop in his chest, eyes going wide, head shooting back to meet Albus's. "W-W-W'ut?"

"I... well... I love you, Finny." He bit his lip, caressing Fin's cheek gently.

"B-But... Marriage Albus? Y-You just... You just- We just- I mean-" Marriage. Fin couldn't believe. He honestly couldn't believe his ears at that moment. Was this going too fast? What was... What was going on?

"D-do you not want to...? I mean, I... I'm not asking you to do it right now." He toyed with the ends of Fin's hair, averting his gaze nervously.

"Albus..." The Irishman tried to swallow past the sudden knot in his throat, his heart beginning to pick up speed, pounding in his chest. Was this really happening? "A-Are you... I mean... a ghra... Are you...?"

"Well, I... It's perfectly, um, logical. We're both a-adults and we're... We love each other. We've... We seem to work well together, like being together. A-and... We both want family. Together. Us. And... I want to... If you want to, we should... We could... Let's... get... married...?"

Eoghan Finnigan's world came to a complete halt. Married. A momentary heartbeat. Married. A pregnant pause that seemed to extend for hours, rather than a few seconds. Fin's world zeroed in to the person in front of him. Married. "Y-Yes." Are you crazy Fin? This is not like- "Yes!"

"Yes," Albus repeated. "Oh, Fin..." He gripped the front of Fin's shirt and dragged him close, fusing their mouths together.

Married! M-Marriage- To Albus! Oh thank fucking Merlin- Fin moaned instantly into the kiss, hands almost clawing, digging around to find the purchase of warm, succulent flesh against Albus's body. "Love you- Oh fuck- I love you so much Albus!"

"I- Fin," he moaned, tugging at Fin's clothes. "I love you too, so much. So much."

Clothes fell to the floor, one after another, moans echoed around the bedroom, and Fin couldn't help but feel blessed to know where this was heading. "Albus."

As each patch of skin was revealed, Albus kissed and licked. Teeth grazed, nails scraped. Finny!

"Geallta.." My betrothed, my love... Eoghan's hands danced lower, leaning up to help lay Albus down against the floor, to press soft open-mouthed kisses against his beautiful skin. Perfect.

Al arched up to press against him, get more contact. He wanted everything immediately, quickly, desperately. "F-Finny, please... I want- Now, please."

Fin couldn't help but comply, muttering spells against Albus's flushed skin, fingers dancing nimbly over hip bones and split thighs. My fiance... My fiance...

"Yes, Finny...!" Gasping and groaning, he writhed beneath the Irishman. His legs locked around his waist and he rutted eagerly. "Please, please, please!"

"What-" Fin paused to gather the breath he didn't know he had lost, hands caressing, legs straining as he straddled Albus's waist and let mile long legs encircle his waist. "What do you want, a ghra?"

You. The word burst from his mind, accompanied by a desperate moan. "Fin," he whimpered, clutching his shoulders, eager to get as close as he could be. His thoughts tumbled over each other. Fin - love - future - need - always. Forever.

Moving his hips, Fin groaned at the contacts, at the perfect thoughts that tumbled into his head- This is what he wanted. Right here. Right now. This is how he wanted to live his life. Dipping his fingers down, Fin traced them almost teasingly over Albus's thighs, sucking on his neck and moaning quietly. "Albus."

"Finny...!" The touch, light though it was, set his skin on fire. He had to squeeze his eyes shut, hips bucking almost of their own accord. "Please!"

Smirking, confidence burned under Fin's skin, setting his teeth to nip against pale flesh and his hips to thrust and roll against Albus's. "Please, what?"

Al's legs slid higher on Fin's waist, his lips parted. He tried to speak, but only whines came out. Take me! his mind wailed.

"You're going to be such a beautiful husband," Fin whispered as his fingers traced teasingly against the crack of Albus's ass, his breathing hot and shallow as a finger slid against his entrance.

He wanted so desperately, was so eager. "F-Finny," he whined. Already beautiful- incredible- love you, love you, love you- Please!

A finger sunk into Albus's body. A few moments passed. And then another.

Al nuzzled into Fin's neck, nipped sharply to try and hurry him along.

Scissoring his fingers, Fin felt as if bliss was melting into his blood. His heart pounded, his eyes almost watered, and he sealed his lips over Albus's, removing his fingers to line himself up with Albus's entrance.

Arms locking around him as tightly as his legs were, Al lapped and nibbled from his lips to his neck, down along his shoulder and back up again. Yes, Finny, yesyesyes...! Lips meeting again, Albus moaned into the kiss.

Groaning as the body above him locked like a vice onto his, Fin slowly sunk into Albus's body, eyes rolling back into his head at the perfecting pleasure that ran through his body. A-Albus... Oh fuck! This right here was home, no matter how weird the thought.

As Finny filled him, took him, even Albus's mind went blank and he was left with only sensation. He relaxed to try and make the slide easier, lips meeting his lover's again and again, holding when he was fully sheathed. So, so much... "Oh, Fin," he whispered. Love you. I love you so much.

Fin's body shook, his arms shaking at the elbows, not from weight so much as sensation. Albus, Albus, Albus, his body screamed, begged for as he rested fully against Albus's body, heat licking at his veins, pleasure bursting behind his eyes.

Al began to move first, unable to stand it, unable to wait. So he moved his hips at a quick, eager pace and clung tightly to his lover, his fiance. His mind echoed the word, the smug curve of lips it's punctuation. This was all his. This beautiful man was his for always.

No second thoughts, no backward glances. Fin knew Fate had played one of his cards right, and a moan against his lips, a shudder he felt from his groin to his spine confirmed it. His hips snapped forward, a moan shaking through his body.

As Fin began to thrust, Albus cried out and let a hand slide into his hair, gripping tightly. "Finny!"

Chanting Albus's name like a mantra, Fin moaned at the vice like grip around his cock, the heady moans from the body below him, and the heat that bloomed from the contact of flesh on flesh. "Love you- So much!"

Echoing the sentiment, in his mind as his mouth was spilling unintelligible babble, Albus rocked and thrusted his hips desperately as his world spun and narrowed to this one person, this one man. When awed tears stung his eyes, he closed them and continued to buck his hips, to drive both of them closer and closer to the edge.

Allowing his hands to wander, resting most weight against his knees, Fin took a moment to slow his thrusts, connect two sentences together, and caress pale, flushed skin of the body below him. "Albus." He wiped away a tear with the back of his finger, pulling out slowly, and sinking back in to the blissful heat of the muscles surrounding him.

"Fin," Al breathed and blinked eyes that were bright with tears open. The pace changed, slowed and gentled, but he was no less effected, no less breathless. The hot desperation simmered to a warm need. The hand gripping Fin's hair loosened, began to stroke as warm kisses were delivered wherever Albus's lips could reach.

Fin paused for a moment to move their lips together in a warm, slow burning kiss that melted against his lips, his hands traveling down to rest lightly against his... Holy, bloody fuck- His fiance's hips.

Al laughed quietly, held tightly, and nuzzled fondly. Fiance rang in his head like a bell, had his lips curving against Fin's neck.

Pulling away, no matter how much his body was positively screaming at him not to, Fin grabbed onto Albus's hips and tugged him up into his lap, allowing his body to sag back against the bed, and his lips to find the cherry red, kiss-swollen lips of his partner.

Al sighed into the kiss, quivered at the positioning. I love you, he thought and rocked his hips.

White exploded behind Fin's eyelids. His body jolted up in a painful arch and he moaned. Erection against erection, skin against skin, lips against lips- P-Perfect... Holy fucking Merlin, you're so perfect...

Oh, godric, Fin... And even in his mind, it was a whine. I want you to- Al bit his lip, cutting himself off. He lifted his hips, adjusted, and slid down, taking Fin back inside. There. With a little flash of triumph, a little bit of smug in his loving smile, Al rocked his hips again.

Fin's body melted. Since when had Albus been this demanding? It was perfect.

It was perfect and exactly what he wanted. He was going to take what he wanted and give Fin anything he wanted in return. His hips began to rise and fall at a rapid pace, his gaze locked with Fin's. Such odd, beautiful eyes. Such an incredibly beautiful man. All his.

Hips thrusting, arms shaking, breath coming in short, hot and shallow pants, Fin felt his stomach clench in a, recently, all-too familiar twist. "A-Albus- Fuck!" The muscles surrounding his cock clenched tightly, blindingly, white bursts of pleasure exploding behind his clenched eyes.

"Fin," he moaned and kept at it, angled his body just a little bit, just enough. He saw stars, lost his breath, and was helpless against the shudder and the desperate sound that was torn from his lips. Panting, hands seeking Fin's, Albus continued to rock and thrust. Close he warned, silently because he couldn't speak.

Fin heard it clear as day- Clear as the way Albus rocked and thrust against his hips, Fin's stomach clenching, his arms looping and tightening around Albus's waist, his fiance's, and hanging on tight. His thrusts turned frantic, almost panicked. So close- So close! He needed this. His body craved this, and he knew he would get it soon. Always knew.

Al gripped Fin's shoulders, managed to thrust twice more before simply erupting. Too far gone to be embarrassed about coming untouched, too focused on the moment to even think, he could only feel.

Jerking Albus's lips against his own with a hand around his neck, Fin groaned in pure ecstasy, back arching, hips spasming. "A-Albus!" He screamed against his fiance's lips- Too much, too little- So good...!

When it passed and he could see properly again, Al slid bonelessly to the side, collapsing onto the floor next to Fin. "I..." Onto the floor. He'd just died on the floor of Fin's bedroom. At least he was fairly certain he was dead. Was it possible to live through something like that, something so intense? "I think we're dead... Are we dead?" he mumbled, trying to find Fin's hand.

A small chuckle escaped Fin's lips, a low, husky sound as fingers found Albus's and held on tight. "If we are, sucks we can't have a weddin', eh?"

"Oh. We need to be alive for that. I don't want to miss out on that." His eyes closed and he sighed quietly, nuzzled into Fin's shoulder. "I'm going to marry you, Eoghan Finnigan."

Fin's heart stopped, melted, and gave a punch to his gut to help tears build in his eyes. "Albus- You-..."

"I was thinking... I kind of, maybe, if you want..." He traced a little pattern over Fin's heart and shyly mumbled the request.

Fin swallowed shakily, drawing Albus's beautifully warm and naked body against his own. "If I want what?"

"I'd like to..." He swallowed hard and forced it out. "I want your last name. If I can. If you let me." He worried his bottom lip with his teeth. "But I- I want it, Finny. I love y-"

"Albus," Fin murmured quietly, discoloured eyes glancing up to meet that of his lover's.

He was too nervous to try and dig in his mind, figure out the answer. "I... Do you not want me to?" he whispered.

A shaky smile broke its way across Eoghan's lips. "I'd love you to have my name, Albus-" He paused, drew in a shaky breath. "Albus Severus Finnigan." Not a bad ring, his inner voice chuckled.

"Yeah." Al smiled slowly. "Yeah. I... Finny." Relieved, he sank down again and held on.

Yes? Arms snaked around Albus's waist and held on tightly, the light around the room dimming as blinds closed and lamps extinguished.

Yes. Mine. "You're mine," he whispered. "I can't wait to marry you."

Closing his eyes, Fin's heart stutter to a stop one final time as he searched Albus's face and claimed his lover's lips with his own. Yes. That's all I want, just you... us, together. ...Always.

Always, Albus agreed and made a happy little sound into Fin's mouth as he returned the kiss.

The door to Fin's bedroom burst up with an ear-shattering bang and the kiss abruptly ended, Albus automatically scrambling for a shirt. Sweet bloody Salazar, they were on the floor! What could possibly be so important?

"Fin! Albus! Up-! S'an emergency!" Seamus hollered, waving his hands around, tugging open the blinds, flicking the lamps on, and in general, being an overly worried... mother. He was the mother.

And Al just sort of wanted to curl up and die of embarrassment when Dean breezed into the room, pausing only briefly when he caught a glimpse of the pair of them on the floor. "But the bed's right- No, wait, no." He pinched the bridge of his nose, blew out a breath. "I'm not going to think about this. Al, you need to get home." He tossed him an envelope and Al started to pat his pocket for his glasses when he remembered that he was only wearing the shirt.

"I, ah, sure." Pleasegetout, pleasegetout, pleasegetout, he silently chanted, face a bright pink.

Fin glanced at Albus, placed a kiss to his temple, stroked back his hair with warm, sure fingers and glanced at the letter. "What... Ah, what's this?" He glanced up at his father. Well... His... Fatherly father?

Al resisted the urge to pinch him. That wasn't getting them out. But Dean didn't want to stay any more than Albus wanted him to, so he grabbed Seamus's arm with the intention of pulling him out. "Just read it, get dressed, get to the Manor. We'll already be there."

What? Fin swallowed harshly. What was going on? Albus, open it, please? He linked one of their hands together.

I- But then his parents were gone and Albus grabbed his vest and slipped his glasses out from the vest pocket. He slipped them on, unfolding the letter, and his blue eyes only widened as he read pop's short, desperate message.

Hugo and Victoire... He looked up at Fin, shattered because he knew his brothers would be. "Oh, Merlin, Fin, I have to get home."

"Albus? What is it?" Fin sat up, worry clouding his gaze. Oh no... Worry settled into his stomach like an icepick.

James had never said so aloud, but Albus knew the depths of his feelings for Victoire. And Hugo was quite simply Scorpius's anchor. Grabbing his pants and yanking them on, Al's heart ached for them both. "Nott has Hugo and Victoire."

Well, all I can say is we apologize for the very long delay! Half a month! Geesh. Me and Syl have been way too busy. o.0

Work. School. Plays. Oi' ve.

This, our dear readers, is a normal conversation for me and Syl. Enjoy.

rofl

...I highly doubt you're rolling on the floor right now, Sylvia.

Rolling in your chair doesn't count.

limbl lying in my bed laughing

well limbl you too.

now im gtbinbwnralsgns.

going to bed in nine- but wait! nargles really are listening; seriously, guys, now shush.

XD failure.

going to bed, in bed, without rolling around laughing so good night syl.

You hafta admit my word choice was brilliant XDDD And that accidental "n" threw me off :D

No.

-Abraxas and Syl.