Searching
All summer Scorpius had ignored Albus. Countless owls had been sent. Each pled with Scorpius to meet up with him so they could talk in person. Instead, Albus had had to wait for September. After searching the train, he finally found a startled Scorpius. It was as though he had not expected Albus seek him out.
"I'm sorry," Scorpius blurted.
"If you'd have responded to my owls," Albus said, moving closer to a wide-eyed Scorpius. "You would have known there was nothing to apologise for." His fingers curled around the back of Scorpius' neck. Albus drew him into a kiss.