December 16, 2020
Everything was set up. The plan was in motion. All Scorpius had to do now was wait. And read the plan over, both out loud and in his head, about twenty times to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. It was a fairly simple plan, but, for Scorpius, it was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do.
Step 1- Decorate the dorm with Christmas paraphernalia
Step 2- Hang muggle leaf thing above Albus’ bed
Step 3- Sit in bed with Albus when he gets back
Step 4- Act shocked (need to practice acting shocked)
Step 5- Kiss, if all goes well
Scorpius had everything prepared. The room was decorated with, in Scorpius’ opinion, rather tacky Christmas decorations, and the mistletoe dangled above Albus’ bed. Scorpius still wasn't sure about the acting bit.
Also the kissing part.
Scorpius had never kissed anyone in his life. His extensive research proved useless. He didn't know what to do, or if Albus would be okay with it, or if Albus even liked him like that, or if he could even go through with the kiss-
He threw himself onto his bed, stuffing his face in his pillow and letting out a slightly painful scream.
He pulled himself away, exhaling. He certainly felt better, but not by much.
He stood, rubbing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Was this a bad idea?
He stared anxiously at the door to the dorm room, starting to pace around. What if the plan failed? What if this ruined their friendship?
“Merlin,” He exhaled, running his hands on his face. He knew it was a terrible idea. He couldn't do it. There was no way Albus liked him like that. He would just mess things up.
He let out a quiet whine of annoyance as he knelt on Albus’ bed, reaching up to take the mistletoe down.
He heard the door click open.
Fuck.
He stumbled to his feet, leaning against the wall and trying to act casual.
It wasn't working.
Albus dropped his bag on the ground, kicking his shoes off and smiling at the sight of the dorm. “Wow,” He looked around, poking at some tinsel which littered the walls. “Did you do all this?”
“Oh- no,” Scorpius quickly said. “I just- walked in and it was like this!” He laughed awkwardly.
He was such a bad liar. Quite possibly the worst.
“Oh,” Albus’ eyebrows furrowed. “Well, it looks nice.” He removed his robe, dropping it on a chair and walking to his bed. “Merlin, I'm exhausted.” He flopped himself down, shutting his eyes and letting out a sigh. Scorpius’ eyes widened.
He hadn’t taken down the mistletoe.
Scorpius ran to the bed, climbing onto it and staring intently at Albus. His eyes were shut, maybe he could just-
“What are you doing?” Albus asked, his eyes now open to see Scorpius hovering over him as he tried to remove the mistletoe from above his bed. Scorpius froze, staring down at Albus and locking eyes with him. He quickly sat back down on the bed, smiling awkwardly.
“Oh- I was just, um, trying to see what that was,” Scorpius looked away from Albus’ eyes and instead stared up at the mistletoe, drawing Albus’ attention to it as well. Albus’ head tilted as he sat up in bed, looking at the mistletoe.
“Huh,” Albus said as he examined it.
“I think it's, like, a muggle tradition,” Scorpius’ voice wavered as he spoke, his face red. “You have to- like- kiss whoever is standing under it or you get bad luck- or something.” He laughed frantically. “It's stupid, though. I mean- bad luck because you didn't kiss under a plant?” He laughed again.
This is so fucking awkward.
“Like- does anyone actually believe in that? It's- it's idiotic, I think. I can just take it down-”
Scorpius felt a pair of lips meet his own.
Oh.
He looked at Albus, his eyes wide. Albus was kissing him. Albus was fucking kissing him, and all he could do was sit there like an idiot and not kiss back.
Albus pulled away, his cheeks redder than Scorpius had ever seen them.
“Uh-” He started, seeing Scorpius’ shocked expression. “I just thought- you know. Don't wanna risk bad luck.” He forced a laugh. “Um- I’m sorry, that was-”
“Don't be,” Scorpius said breathlessly. They were so close. Scorpius looked down at Albus’ lips, then into his eyes. “Can you do that again?”
Albus’ fake smile turned into a truly genuine grin, and he nodded, scooting closer to Scorpius. He cupped the boy's head, leaning in once again. He kissed him, and Scorpius managed to kiss back, albeit inexpertly. His stomach hurt and he felt a bit sweaty, but it was perfect. He pulled Albus closer by the fabric of his sweater, kissing him deeper.
Albus was the first to pull away, his hair sticking to his forehead and his face flushed. He breathed heavily, and so did Scorpius, as the two of them stared at each other. Albus seemed to have caught his breath, as he pushed Scorpius down onto the bed, hovering over him and leaning down to kiss him deeper. Scorpius ran his fingers through Albus' hair as they kissed, and he felt Albus smile against his lips.
Scorpius realized that he really liked kissing. He especially liked kissing Albus.