fic: low lamp light

[vvitchsdesire]

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Title: low lamp light
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Wordcount: 940
Summary: Draco kissed Astoria's forehead gently, and she kept embroidering, as if she'd barely noticed it happening. Scorpius looked at the two, and bit his tongue for now.

for banned together bingo 2020, prompt: pansexual acts

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"Back up, Scorp." Started Albus, resting his chin atop Scorpius' blonde head. Rose, in his arms, kept reading her book, unbothered. "So your dad and your mum are cheating on each other?"

"Haven't you been listening?" Rose drawled, turning a page. Albus blushed a pretty shade of pink, and she chuckled. "Merlin, Scorp, how do you even got into that mess?"

"By not keeping my mouth shut." He sighed, leaning into Albus. Albus' hands, circling around his waist, felt comfortable. "Listen, he was being quite vocal, and my mum seemed so… Chill with it, I guess? I didn't ask."

"And you got more than you asked for, I guess." Rose butted in, throwing her book in a corner. It fell carelessly, and would certainly dogear it. "Details, you were quite skimpy on those. Come on, spill."

"Rosie." Albus warned in a low tone, and Rose flopped like a fish atop of Scorpius, getting a whine out of him. He was still there! He wasn't just some sort of cushion to exist between the cousins, who definitely weren't as familial as expected.

Both ignored it, though, claiming that their "odd chemistry" and that the way too heated discussions about Quidditch that slowly became about Quidditch as a metaphor for sex were just coincidences. Scorpius let it go because it was sort of hot, and also entertaining. Mostly hot, actually.

If he was honest, he sort of liked - both, he guessed? It was hard to categorize. Scorpius had spent more time dwelling on what he liked, were it boys or girls, than studying, spent more sleepless nights trying to figure himself out, and then having to be dragged out to attend classes. In the end, he decided that liking boys was better because… Well, there was no particular reason. It had been a coin toss that decided his fate, in the end, that decided who he was going to confess to.

"Albus. Anyway, Scorp." She used a pointy nail to stab Scorpius' chest, and he whined again, muttering something about her being too heavy. Albus sighed against him, both aware that, when Rose got focused on something, she hardly let go. "Details."

"There's no details, I already told you everything my mum told me. Just some Amortentia and fertility potions, and here I am." He shifted, slightly uncomfortable being in the middle of a Potter-Weasley sandwich, but the two didn't budge. Well, Rose didn't; Albus was stuck underneath Scorpius anyway, and therefore had no other choice than to bear the weight upon him. "Why are you so interested, anyway?"

"I'm going to be very frank, Scorp." Rose started, resting her elbows on Scorpius' chest, and Albus gave a low whistle. Yes, her chest was quite in view. Scorpius forced himself to look into her eyes. "I've always wanted to fuck your dad. Something about the hair, you know? Al, back me up."

Scorpius choked on his own spit, feeling himself blush, and Albus roared with laughter. Rose smiled, tender, almost.

"Sorry, Scorp, I have to agree." Albus kissed the top of his head, and Scorpius looked up. He couldn't see much. "In our defense, though, we just really had that wish after that one Christmas party you took us in fifth year, where Rose set fire on Pansy Parkinson's dress because she was avenging her mother politically?"

Scorpius cringed at the memory. He still remembered the grimace on his mother's face as she saw Parkinson's dress catch fire, and the way his father simply downed his firewhiskey in one go before going to help put the fire out.

"Yeah, your father looked stunning. Almost forgot what I had been sent to do." She sighed. Scorpius looked at her through squinted eyes. "Not that my mum put me up to it, but yeah, she definitely did."

"You told me it was an accident, and you, Albus, you told me you knew nothing about it." He accused, huffing, and Rose smiled in a way with too many teeth to be comfortable, while Albus chuckled.

"It was an accident, and then mum gave me twenty galleons by accident. That's my alibi. Anyway, thing is. Your father is unavailable." A pause. Scorpius waited patiently, waiting for whatever was to come. "Can I share you with Albus?"

Scorpius choked again, and Rose rolled out from atop him, sitting on the bed, passing a hand through her untamed red hair. Scorpius sat down properly as well, looking between the two cousins, who seemed to be in varying shades of guilt. More Albus than Rose, actually.

"Listen, Scorp. We concluded you liked us like, a few years ago. For some reason I cannot fathom you chose Albus instead of me, but I've been dealing gracefully." Albus snickered at that, and Rose gave him a glare. Scorpius bit his tongue about the coin toss he had done. "The thing is, honestly, I wouldn't mind sharing you with Albus, and Albus wouldn't mind sharing me with you, and so on."

Scorpius looked from one to another. Rose took that as a sign to keep talking, explaining herself, but Scorpius had heard enough.

"Alright." He said, interrupting Rose mid-sentence, which lead to her spluttering. "I mean, I'm aware you two like each other, so if I like you two, too, then just adding everyone in one big pile is easier. Right?"

Albus pulled Scorpius closer, and Rose threw herself atop him once more.

"Your brain is so big, Scorp." Rose purred.

"There are other big things, too." Albus replied, and Scorpius felt his face heat up to dangerous temperatures. Merlin, perhaps escaping to Albus' house had been a terrible idea, after all.