"I don't know. There's probably one Potions Master out there that's had an epiphany after that," Scorpius says with a laugh, not quite able to put into words what that is.

What they've just done.

"I don't think it makes the memoirs, though."

He curls up beside Albus, sharing his pillow, and touching. He can't stop touching his boyfriend. Kisses here, and there. And hands everywhere.

"Unless it's a biography written by Rita Skeeter, maybe? I haven't read any of her works."

He realizes he's rambling now. It's just - And he's just - And what they did.