Scorpius was conflicted. He couldn't stop thinking about Albus and what they'd done and he'd been avoiding Caspar because even thinking about the other boy made him feel guilty. Even if he didn't regret having sex with Albus at all. Or he didn't, but also he kind of did because then he'd had to watch Albus and Kit Smith walking around attached at the hip that morning, looking rumpled, and it was kind of obvious what they'd done together. Maybe because he'd been the first person to make Albus look that way. Maybe because half of Hufflepuff was giggling about Albus spending the night.
Albus was happy with Kit. Caspar was sweet and talented and handsome. It wasn't like Scorpius was settling. He and Albus were friends. Just friends. Albus loved him as a friend. Once the fact that he and Albus had had sex was less prominent in Scorpius's mind, he probably wouldn't feel so heart-sick over the whole thing. So he waited for Caspar's last class of the day to get out, then approached him as he left the classroom. "Hey," he said, giving the other boy a slightly apologetic smile. "I've been terrible since we got back to Hogwarts. Completely missing in action. Want to find someplace to... study?"
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