“Scorpius?”

“Mmm…?”

“We’re going to be late for the train.”

Scorpius sat up like a light, and James put a hand on his chest, trying to calm him. He planted a kiss to his best friend’s throat, smiling contentedly. He was glad that his parents had let him stay over at the Malfoys’ the night before they went to Hogwarts. They’d said their goodbyes the night before, and would do so properly at Platform nine and three quarters, but as his father had put it, love was important, and they wouldn’t get much chance to be together at school.