A Christmas Incident in the Potterverse
Al was in the kitchen looking for the scraps of gingerbread dough he loves, when the fireplace roared green and Scorpius stepped out in his pickup Quidditch gear, brushing ash from his shoulders.
"Oh, hey, Al! What are you eating there?"
"Shem! I - uh, just, I like... You may have some Nargles there..." He pointed to a sprig of mistletoe flittering about Scorpius' white-blond curls.
"Oh, bother!" Scorpius replied, swatting ineffectually at the mistletoe.
Al grinned ruefully. "It won't go away until you're kissed. Sorry about that, I'll go get Rose or Lils..."
"Is that Malfoy?" said a third voice. "Good, because… James Sirius Potter!" Freddie Deuce bellowed. "Do something! He can't play with that thing buzzing in his face!"
James followed Cousin Freddie into the kitchen. "What? I swear, Freddie, have you ever met your Dad? He does this every year and you always blame me! Anyway, you should blame Al, Shem's on my team!"
Scorpius rolled his eyes. "Al went to get one of the girls." Fred and James looked at each other and then at Al, who had returned dragging a protesting Lily Luna behind him.
"Al, let me go! No offense, Scor, but I'm not kissing you!"
Scorpius folded his arms, looking amused. "None taken, Lily. We're not each other's type, are we?"
"Oh, I'd kiss you if it weren't for Al being such a twit! No, Al, I'm not doing it, so you might as well let go of my arm before you leave a mark, and if you think I won't run crying to Nana, you've got another think coming!"
James lost his temper. "Al, what in the name of Godric is your problem? Are you stupid or are you just being the slithery snakeling you are?" He grabbed Scorpius by the nape of his neck and pulled him in for a deep, and possibly unnecessarily long, kiss. Scorpius looked gobsmacked, but then, so did Al. Deprived of its victim, the Nargle-infested mistletoe flew off to lurk by the fireplace to await the next hapless Floo traveler.
Lily took advantage of the moment to free her arm from Al's suddenly slack grasp. She cast a significant look at Freddie Deuce, who merely said, "Well, good, that's sorted, then. Everybody in the air!"
James punched Scorpius' shoulder. "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. Let's go play some Quidditch!" Scorpius followed James out of the kitchen without a backward glance.
Al shook himself all over like a shaggy dog. Finally coming to his senses, he ran from the kitchen after the others. "Wait! Scorpius - Shem - Wait!