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"You cheated," Albus says, folding his arms over his chest as the screen overhead displays a giant X to signify a strike.
Scorpius laughs before reaching down and grabbing the red bowling ball. "Am not," he says. "You're up."
Albus frowns. It really isn't fair. How in the world could Scorpius be good at a Muggle activity like bowling? Albus had hoped to bring his boyfriend to the bowling alley Aunt Hermione has taken him to in the past, and spend the evening impressing him with his skills. As it happens, Scorpius is a natural, and Albus is trying so hard not to be bitter.
"I think they have nachos at the concession stand," Scorpius says, licking his lips. "Mind if I grab some?"
"Do whatever you want," Albus says with a sigh. "I'm super dead."
Dead doesn't quite cover it. Albus has bowled too many gutter balls for comfort. He's done this thousands of times; just last week, Rose and Hugo came with him so he could perfect his game. Now, he looks like an amateur.
With a heavy sigh, Albus sends the ball across the line in a blur of red. The pins fall in a way that leaves Albus in need of a split. Not that it matters. Scorpius is too far ahead of him for it to even matter.
"Everything okay?" Scorpius pops a cheesy nacho into his mouth as Albus retrieves his ball.
Albus starts to deny it, but he remembers what Aunt Hermione has told him countless times. Bottling things up inside is bad. He needs to be honest. He returns the ball.
"I just wanted to impress you," Albus admits.
Scorpius' brows raise. "Impress me? You brought me here," he says. "Have you seen this place, Al? It's amazing!"
That isn't quite what Albus meant, but it helps. Part of him had been afraid Scorpius would laugh at this sort of place. What sort of Malfoy would willingly come here? But Scorpius actually likes it? Maybe Albus has done something right.
"Tell you what," Scorpius says, eating another nacho. "Loser buys dinner."
"There's only two left," Albus says dryly. "And you have nachos!"
"Dessert?"
Albus rolls his eyes. "Dessert," he echoes in agreement before grabbing the ball again.
Maybe he still hasn't found something he's better at than Scorpius, but it's okay. In the end, they're both happy and living their best lives. What more could he ask for?