Scorpius grins, his very happy, very falling-for-the-boy grin. And then he's kissing Albus, quite thoroughly.

Which is mostly a distraction to take the book from Albus again and re-add it to the precariously stacked stack on the bedside table.

Out of sight and out of mind.

He then sits back with a far more satisfied grin, wetting his lips.

"Want to stay in?" he asks, with the innocence of a seventeen year old not thinking about the bed, an empty dorm, and lots of handsy snogging.

(Well. Maybe he's thinking about it a little.



Or, a lot. But - )

"Or, uhm - We could head outside? If you want."