[LOG] The First Morning

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Where: Slytherin Dormitories/Hogwarts Courtyard
When: Sunday, November 28, 2021 (fifth year)

Alby woke slowly, feeling oddly content, followed shortly by slight confusion as he realized there was a warm mass in the bed beside him. He briefly wondered if Lily had somehow crawled into bed with him, like she used to at home when she'd had a bad dream, but as soon as he had that thought it dispelled - the person beside him was too warm and too large to be Lily. Alby blinked in the greenish darkness of the enclosed bed, waking further and realizing that this wasn't his bed - and suddenly remembering it was Scorp's. And the person beside him was none other than Scorpius Malfoy himself - Alby's best friend and, if he hadn't made up what he remembered of last night, now his boyfriend.

Memories of last night came flooding back and Alby couldn't help it - a wide grin split his face as he disentangled himself carefully from the bedsheets and looked up at the bed's other occupant. Despite the fact that Alby had obviously moved and gotten a bit tangled in the bedclothes throughout the night, Scorp seemed to be lying in mostly the same position he'd been when they'd fallen asleep - on his back, but now his head was pillowed on folded arms and despite the fact that his eyes were closed, his glasses were perched on his nose, though a bit farther down than usual. Alby chuckled silently and, feeling a bit giddy, slipped up to lean over the blonde and simultaneously slid the glasses properly up his nose and leaned down for a soft, lingering kiss.

"You're already up, aren't you?" he murmured, barely suppressing the urge to run fingers through Scorp's hair and just collapse onto the other and wrap arms around him and never let go. Something about waking up like this made him happier than he'd ever felt, and the thought that it was only the beginning seemed almost too exciting to bear.



[OOC: I was going to have them start with waking up and heading over to get lunch, but then I was thinking we can skip through the meal and get them out to the courtyard so James can be his stupid self. :D; I'm also assuming Scorp is likely just dozing, since there is no way Alby woke up before him? Let me know if that wouldn't be the case and I'll rewrite, though!]

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Scorpius woke with the first tolling of the morning bell, his eyes opening slowly. He found himself lying on his side, one arm pinned beneath Alby whose nose was buried in his chest, one arm flung around his middle. Scorpius's expression slowly spread into a big grin as he closed his eyes again and listened to the even breathing of his still-slumbering boyfriend. All around them was silence--none of their dormmates had bothered getting up with the sound of the bell, and all besides the rise and fall of Alby's breaths that Scorpius heard was the quiet sound of bodies shifting in blankets before all became still. It was a lazy weekend morning of the best kind, and Scorpius brought his other arm around Alby, wondering momentarily if his boyfriend would wake up if he kissed him.

Deciding to let Alby have his rest, Scorpius bent down to kiss the top of Alby's head before turning around to grope for his glasses which were balanced precariously on top of the bed's wooden headboard. He laid there for a long time, his glasses perched on his nose, both of his arms about Alby, enjoying the feeling of their closeness. He had not even dared to hope that one day he would be holding Alby like this, and couldn't help the wide grin on his face as he curled around his boyfriend still a bit dazed from what had happened last night.

It seemed like just a few minutes had passed when the morning warning bell rang, signaling the last half hour of breakfast. Then it was that he heard the moans and groans from the rest of his dormmates as they threw off their sheets and shuffled about the room. They dressed quietly, no verbal comments made about the ostensible emptiness of Alby's bed. It curtains were no doubt still thrown open, the bed still pristine and untouched. Thankfully without any words he listened as the noises of his roommates subsided as they made their way out the corridor to catch the last of breakfast.

Content and now certain that the room was empty, Scorpius rolled onto his back, one arm cradling his head on his pillow as he stared at the canopy of his bed. He was delighted to find that as he moved, Alby moved with him, scooting close as he rolled over and moved further away, dragging a substantial tangle of blankets and sheets with him. Scorpius chuckled to himself, stroking Alby's skin gently, who still didn't wake. He wondered what his father and his mother--nevermind the rest of the school--would say about his choice when he informed them. He really hoped his mother would be there to soften the blow when the letter arrived home. Scorpius grimaced, imaging his father Apparating to Hogsmeade and then trudging all the way to the school to have a talk with his very gay son. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that.

Eventually he dozed off in the middle of all his thoughts, in no particular rush to get up and get out of bed--he could, if Alby wanted to, spend the rest of the day blissfully in bed, talking and cuddling, and falling asleep again. He was awakened by the sound of Alby's voice and the soft, moist touch of Alby's lips.

Scorpius once again smiled, opening his eyes to see Alby propped above him, his brilliant green eyes staring down at him, his freckled noise infinitely kissable.

"How'd you guess?" he asked with a grin, one arm coming to drape lazily about Alby's shoulders.