Right. Mr Harry Potter and the press. Not the greatest of relationships, that.

And not who Scorpius wants to be thinking about right now, anyway. So.

"Uhm."

How does he feel? Besides brilliant, if a little flabbergasted as to how the morning took its turn. (He did not plan this. Handsy snogging, yes. That, no.)

"Honestly? Like I could go another round or two," he says with a laugh.

He glances at Albus, taking stock of his (sleepy-eyed) boyfriend - and, okay, getting another eyeful, too. It's just - yeah.

"Are you - ?" He sits up, propping himself on an elbow. "I mean - How do you feel?"