That night, as they lay in Draco's old bed, the one that had seen so much of his own tumultuous past, Scorpius felt a strange sense of peace. The room was vast and filled with shadows, the echoes of past battles and lost love lingering in the very fabric of the walls. Yet here they were, two boys with their own burgeoning love, finding refuge in a place that had once been a bastion of hate.
The mattress was large, almost too large, a reminder of the solitary nights Draco must have spent there. But now, it was a haven for two, a place where they could be themselves without fear of judgment. They had decided to make the most of the wedding night, using the cover of celebration to sneak away and explore the depths of their desire.
Their bodies moved in the darkness, a silent ballet of passion and need. The whispers of the wind through the open window were the only sound in the quiet night, the curtains fluttering around them like ghosts of their ancestors watching over them. The scent of sex and love potions filled the air, a heady mix that made it impossible to think of anything else.
They kissed with a ferocity that belied their youthful innocence, their hands and bodies speaking a language that had taken years of friendship and a summer of passion to perfect. The warmth of Albus's skin against his own sent Scorpius's senses spiraling, and he knew that he would never tire of this feeling.
Their lovemaking was raw and beautiful, a silent declaration of war against the world that had tried to keep them apart. They were no longer just two teenagers with a crush; they were two souls intertwined by fate, two hearts beating as one.
And as they lay there, the sweat drying on their bodies, the room slowly cooling with the onset of dawn, they whispered their secrets into the stillness. They spoke of love, of fear, of the future that awaited them beyond the walls of Hogwarts. They knew that they could face anything together, that their bond was stronger than the weight of their families' histories.
Their breathing grew steady, the rhythm of their hearts syncing as sleep claimed them. It was a sleep filled with dreams of a world where they could be openly together, without the need for hidden glances and stolen moments.
But as the sun rose, so too did the realization that the world outside their bedroom was still the same. They had to keep their love a secret, hidden from the prying eyes of the wizarding world. It was a heavy burden, but one they were willing to bear for each other.