A/N: Written for Hogwarts assignment 7 - Arts and Crafts: task 5 - Write about someone being helpful/useful to someone else.
Word count: 833
A hand on Scorpius' shoulder made him jump. He whirled around, eyes wide, only to be faced with his fiancé. He stared at Albus for a moment in confusion over being pulled from his anxious thoughts. His hair stuck straight up in strange places, but Albus didn't comment on his disheveled appearance. He only smoothed down the strands before running a comforting hand down Scorpius' back.
"You doing okay, love?' he asked, tugging Scorpius back against his chest from where he was standing behind the kitchen chair.
Scorpius came easily, resting his head against Albus and closing his eyes. Albus settled his arms across Scorpius' chest, holding him loosely in place.
"The wedding is so close," Scorpius muttered as if Albus was unaware of the date they'd had set in stone for over a year. "And every day it feels like there's more to do than there was the day before."
"I know." Albus bent down to press a quick kiss to Scorpius' temple and got a sigh in response. "But all those little details don't matter really. Nothing has to be perfect, does it? We're marrying each other. That's what's important."
Scorpius' frown deepened.
"You're right," he muttered. "I know you are, but it's just…"
"The Malfoys are a picky lot?"
"That's not the word I'd choose, but yes," Scorpius said, but he was looking up at Albus with a grin, so Albus considered it a win. "That's not all though. Our entire families will be there. Both of them in the same enclosed space for the first time ever. The smallest mishap could spell disaster."
"Maybe," Albus said slowly. "But our parents will be there too, and I don't think they'll let anything like that happen. Besides, if they find something to fight about, you know it won't really be about what food we chose to serve or whatever. They'd be looking for a fight anyway. Don't work yourself up over what might happen."
He carded his fingers through Scorpius' hair despite fixing it himself only minutes before. Scorpius leant into the touch like a cat.
"You're right," he said. "I wish my brain actually believed you."
Albus nodded.
"What is it that's bothering you anyway?" he asked, pulling away to take a seat on the chair next to Scorpius.
They both turned their gaze to the scraps of parchment strewn across the kitchen tabletop.
"The flowers," he said, cringing again as the problem hit him once more. "We settled on those white tulips, but the florist wrote, and apparently they won't be available on the day of the wedding."
"Can't a spell fix that? Just a quick colour change?"
Scorpius shook his head and rubbed at his temple.
"You know my grandparents would recognize a charmed flower a mile away. They'd start going on about their grandson having falsely coloured flowers at his wedding. It would be a disgrace to the Malfoys."
"Okay," Albus said slowly. He still wasn't used to the weird details that the eldest Malfoys fixated on, and he didn't think he ever would be. "So we need to choose a different colour then?"
Scorpius nodded and handed Albus the florist's letter where she'd listed the colours of tulips that would be available as well as other flower options if they wanted to go with those. Albus didn't even bother checking the other kinds of flowers. Tulips had been special to him and Scorpius since they were back at Hogwarts, and it was unthinkable to choose something else, even if they wound up with the ugliest shade of tulips imaginable.
"Pink sounds nice."
Before the suggestion was fully out of Albus' mouth, Scorpius was shaking his head.
"Pink is too close to red, and that's—"
"A Gryffindor colour," Albus finished, rolling his eyes. "So, then, green is off the table too, I guess." Sarcastically, he muttered, "Why not do all the colours? Make it as gay as possible, and no one can say we chose the wrong colour if they're all there."
Scorpius shoved at his shoulder and didn't humour him with a reply.
Albus continued scanning the list until he landed on one option that immediately stood out to him.
"What about sky blue?" He grew more excited when Scorpius perked up at the suggestion. "It's too light to be a Ravenclaw colour, and it would go with the other decorations we have, so we wouldn't have to change anything else."
"That's perfect," Scorpius said breathlessly. "Even if it's a little Ravenclaw-y, it's better than Gryffindor."
A smile broke out on his face, and Albus' heart soared.
"It's perfect!" Scorpius repeated, sounding even more excited. He grabbed Albus' arm and tugged on it in his excitement, earning a laugh from Albus.
He pressed a quick, hard kiss to Albus' cheek, and Albus made a show of jokingly rubbing it off.
"Okay, okay. Glad to help," he said, continuing to watch Scorpius with a smile as he grabbed a piece of parchment to write to the florist.