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He was fucked. Utterly, completely, ten-ways-from-Sunday, fucked. Potter's eyes were wide, as if the green orbs were determined to jump out of his skull.

He tried to keep his expression calm, but he knew Potter saw the flash of panic that rushed across his face. His secret was out.

He, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, was gay. Not just gay, but gay for Albus bloody Potter.

He. Was. Fucked.

He waited for the outburst. He held his breath, but refused to let go of Albus's gaze.

Why wasn't he saying anything? Nothing he could possibly say would be worse than this dreadful silence.

That is where he was wrong.

"You've got a crush on me? You, of all people. What the hell did I do to deserve this?"

He didn't reply. He didn't nod, or blink, or shrug.

He couldn't even breathe.

"You've no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that."

And that's when he passed out.

It was about a minute later when he woke up, but he kept his eyes closed. He could hear Madame Pomfrey talking with Potter, and he thought maybe they would say something interesting.

"It looked like he was holding his breath. I thought he would let it out, but I guess I embarrassed him."

"And how, Mr. Potter, would you be responsible for this?"

"You see, Madame Pomfrey, when he said that he had a crush on me, he wasn't lying; he's still under the effects of the Veritaserum. I told him I've been waiting to hear him admit that, because I've got a crush on him, too. I know it's a little weird, but I think he was afraid of what I would say. That's probably why he was holding his breath."

Madame Pomfrey made a clicking noise with her tongue, and poured a glass of water. She handed it to Albus and said, "Please make sure he drinks this when he comes to. I'll be in my office, should you need me again."

Scorpius waited another two minutes before he decided to 'wake up'.

He fluttered his eyelids, and slowly slid them open. The first thing he saw was Potter's face, mere inches from his own.

Why were his eyes so bright? Why was he so warm? Why the hell did his breath have to smell so enticingly minty?

"So, when did you plan to tell me about this little crush of yours?" Scorpius drawled, immediately relieved that his voice didn't shake.

Albus smiled, and whispered, "Right about now."

Then he closed the distance between them and pushed their lips together.