O.W.L.S
Author's Notes: I hope you all enjoy this fluffy one-shot and that you and your loved ones are (and stay) healthy :)
Summary: It's O.W.L. season in Hogwarts and the 5th years are panicking, including our favourite Slytherins…
Disclaimer: I don't own, nor will ever own anything affiliated with Harry Potter and it's franchises except for a Slytherin scarf and a rather comfy pair of Slytherin pyjamas!
Enjoy!
(NoPOV)
The slytherin common room was a largish room with towering ornate windows that allowed the students to look into the deep murky depths of the Black Lake and, on occasion, see the giant squid swim past before descending once more into the bowels of the lake. Normally in the evinces students would mill around, engaging in heated games of wizards chess or exploding snap, drinking glass mugs of steaming hot chocolate, curled up with a book and the occasional seventh year finishing a soon to be due essay. These activities usually stopped around midnight when nearly everyone decided it was high time to head off to bed.
However, around this particular time of year, the common room was still full of panicked fifth years that were alternating between revising and hysterically explaining how they were going to fail because they hadn't revised enough. Only a few students seemed to be skipping the hysterical option; Albus Potter was one such student. His boyfriend Scorpius Malfoy was not calm in any sense of the word.
"You know Scorp, for someone who doesn't like coffee you are drinking an awful lot of it."
This was in fact Scorpius' fifth cup that night and Albus was starting to get concerned. Scorpius didn't say anything, he only revised more hysterically than ever, a feat that Albus hadn't thought possible but yet again his boyfriend just had to prove him wrong. Albus reached a tentative hand towards Scorpius, knowing that in this state one wrong move would cause him to shatter like a delicate glass statue and Albus would really rather not do that.
"Scor," he said getting ever closer to the blond. He saw Scorpius' shoulders shudder and then still before his boyfriend turned around and smiled at him.
"Really Albus, I'm fine."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
Albus sighed, as sweet as Scorpius was, he had inherited his father's sheer stubbornness as well as his snow white hair and while he mostly found it endearing, in situations like this it was just irritating. Albus also knew that when Scorpius got stressed, he tended to plaster a smile on his face and solider on, no matter what damage it might do to him emotionally. It had happened a lot last year but Albus had thought that that would be the lats he ever saw of the habit. Apparently not.
"It's nearing two AM, babe. Why don't you leave all this for the morning; it isn't going anywhere."
"I've only got charms to do and then I'll come to bed, I swear!" At this Albus heaved Scorpius up by his armpits and half dragged him towards the dorms.
"No. You're not revising an entire two years worth of work in one night. I'm not allowing it."
If Albus was being perfectly truthful with himself, he knew he should've done this hours ago but still, he was doing it now. Surprisingly Scorpius didn't put up too much of a fight, considering the measures that he'd taken to ensure that he'd "maximise the amount of revision time" as Scorpius had put it. God his boyfriend could be a handful sometimes.
"Thanks," the phrase mumbled in exhaustion from the lithe mass of limbs currently residing in Albus' arms.
"You're very welcome. Now get some rest or you'll burn out at the rate you're going." The bundle of limbs nodded sleepily. Smiling softly, Albus deposited this kittenish boyfriend onto the bed.
"Night, Scor."
"Night, Al." came the mumbled reply.