Albus thought Scorpius was the most beautiful person in the world, he was physically strong, with strong arms and a lean figure, but he was soft and delicate in every other way. Albus examined Scorpius’ face while they studied over candle light; his skin was deathly pale in the most endearing way, he had big, kind grey eyes with long dark lashes that fluttered over his soft skin when he blinked. He had a small, soft nose with light freckles dusted over it and plump rosy pink lips. Scorpius’ pale blonde hair fell over his eyebrows, his light curls fell perfectly with no attempt on Scorpius’ behalf- much to Albus’ discontent. The way the ends of Scorpius’ mouth curled up when he smiled was one of the little things Albus loved about him so much.
Much like his father, Albus strengths didn’t lie in the potions department. No matter how many times he tried to perfect the Wit sharpening potion, he added too much armadillo bile, pity he couldn’t drink the potion before he attempted to brew it. Scorpius was unfathomably intelligent, and particularly skilled at potion brewing, he was also willing to help his boyfriend avoid blowing up the potions classroom (much to Albus’ delight.) Scorpius’ soft hands carefully guided Albus’ tan ones over the cauldron, carefully eyeing the amount of ground scarab beetles that entered the mixture. With Scorpius’ help, Albus was able to secure a decent pass mark in potions by the end of their fourth-year. Scorpius’ knack for potions was one of the little things Albus loved about him.
Albus was taller than Scorpius (only a matter of inches), much to his delight. Albus loved that when they kissed, scorpius had to rock slightly onto his tip-toes to capture Albus’ lips. Years of quidditch also meant Albus was stronger than Scorpius, but he let Scorpius argue that he would beat Albus in a fight. Albus loved the way Scorpius had to cuff the bottom of his school trousers because they were just slightly too long. Albus loved the way that Scorpius crawls into his bed at night and demands Albus to cuddle him. Albus loves Scorpius’ big bright smile, and his shiny braces that glinted when he spoke (Albus had never thought to ask where the hell Scorp had gotten braces.) Albus loves how kind and tender Scorpius is, the way he rubs circles into Albus’ back when he has a bad day, when he gifts him sweets and chocolates from Honey-dukes, and when he knows exactly the right words to comfort him when things get tough.
Scorpius loves that Albus notices the little things about him.