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Writing Club, Showtime "What Comes Next?" (query)
Roald Dahl Event (clock room: Write about someone who is late)
Love in Motion (AlbusScorpius)
Word Count: 414
In the distance, Albus can hear the clock strike midnight. He sighs, slumping against the railing of the Astronomy Tower, trying to ignore how heavy his heart feels.
Scorpius should have been here half an hour ago. At least, he should have if he feels the same. Albus had hoped for the impossible, and now there's no shaking the disappointment that seems to burrow beneath his skin.
He should have known. Scorpius has always been his best friend, and the idea of becoming more is better suited for those romance novels Victoire likes so much. Now, Albus is certain he's lost that as well. Why would Scorpius want to remain friends now that he knows how Albus really feels?
"Albus?"
His heart drops to his stomach. Albus doesn't realize he's been holding his breath until he exhales. Slowly, hesitantly, he turns, unable to fight a smile when he sees Scorpius there. Silver moonlight washes over him, and it almost takes Albus' breath away.
"You're late," Albus manages, his voice quiet, barely a breath.
A rosy glow paints the other boy's cheeks. His lips quirk, and he offers Albus an apologetic smile. "I'm not good at sneaking out like you," he says. "Nearly got caught twice. I had to hide behind a statue for ten minutes."
Albus laughs, trying to imagine that. It isn't hard. Scorpius has always been too clumsy for stealth.
Silence hangs between them. Albus swallows dryly, shuffling his feet awkwardly. "You got my note, then," he says quietly.
"I did. And I'm here," Scorpius confirms.
Albus smiles. The nerves have faded, and now something seems to flutter in his stomach. He can hardly believe it. With a soft laugh, he shifts his gaze to where the other boy stands. "Do you…? Are you sure…?" He can't seem to form a full query; he only hopes that Scorpius understands.
Scorpius steps closer. His hand finds Albus', his thumb brushing softly over the skin. "Since first year," he admits.
"Me too."
The confession feels as though a weight has been lifted. Still, he almost wants to cry. They've cared for one another since first year, and yet they've kept these feelings tucked way for four years. "Think of everything we've missed out on," Albus muses softly.
Scorpius closes the distance between them with a single step. His lips find Albus', and Albus worries he might melt. He's never been kissed before, but this feels so right. "Well, we can start now," Scorpius whispers.