Of French Balls and other Disasters

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Thorne & Rowling
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Of French Balls and other Disasters
Summary
Albus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy are best friends - always have been, always will be. Because surely, each of them is alone in wanting them to be anything else? That they keep kissing when they're drunk is just a coincidence, right?Excerpt:Letting himself go from being dragged to being lead was easy. Scorpius was taller and the better dancer, it only made sense to have him lead. Not that any part of him currently had the capacity for logical thought, beyond knowing that his dancing talents were not what was required of him right now. Once his stupid body got over the fact they were touching and his stupid heart got over the fact they were dancing (in front of everyone! In front of Scorpius’ family! In front of the stupid girls that had kept eying Scorpius all night long!), he’d be able to perform his actual best friend duties.“So, how are you holding up?”, he murmured as he was pulled particularly close. For now, he wouldn’t voice his worries about the other’s mental state. Or the alcohol. Better to give him a chance to talk about it first.“I’m fine.” Okay, looked like the idiot didn’t want that chance.
Note
This fic was intended as a sweet little oneshot about Scorp speaking French and Albus having the hots for him. Obviously, that's not how it turned out lmaoI wrote most of the first chapter in one night instead of sleeping so it might be a bit wonky still. We'll all have to live with that.Chapter two is written and currently being edited, I'm still fighting them in the epilogue to give them their happily ever after. Expect updates once a week, hopefully. Unless I'm defeated or befallen by whatever happens to fic authors who announce when they'll next update.Dedicated to my darling partner, who is wrong in insisting I made these idiots like us. Obviously, we wouldn't go to a ball.

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