“What did your family say?” Albus burrowed his face in the blond boy’s shirt.

“Oh …you know.” Scorpius kissed the top of this head. “Grandfather didn’t like it…at all. Dad wasn’t thrilled either, I guess, but he said he was happy for me.”

“I’m sorry Scrop.”

“You know…everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” He twisted a curl of Albus’ black hair between his fingers. “Son of the ‘famous Harry Potter’.” He did an impressive imitation of his father. 

Albus laughed into the fabric of his boyfriend’s shirt. His boyfriend. He liked the sound of that.

“What did your dad say?” Scorpius pecked at his lips.

“I don’t think any of them were surprised, really.” Albus kissed him back, slowly, softly. “You’ve been around so much anyways, it’s not like anything’s gonna change.”

“I hope something will.” Scorpius smiled mischievously and bit his lip.

“I hope dad doesn’t open the door.” Albus leaned forward and pressed his lips towards Scorpius’.