Prompt: Champion

Word Count: 500

It was the last game of the year and the stands were in chaos. Albus himself was decked out in a Slytherin Quidditch jersey proudly presenting his boyfriend's number and last name. Half of his face was colored in this horrendous shade of green while the other side remained thankfully free of paint, save for two black horizontal stripes.

Now, Albus wasn't the biggest fan of Quidditch that he'd wear face paint at a regular game. No, this was a special occasion. It was Seventh Year and the last game of his Hogwarts career. It was also—the actual reason he went so extra—the last game Scorpius, his boyfriend, would ever play as a Slytherin. And, yes, it was the Championship game. So Albus believed he was completely entitled to cheer as best as he can for Scorpius so much so that he even dressed for it.

He was going to be the best and loudest cheerboy for Scorpius.

Of course, this meant sitting at the front of the stands on Slytherin's side and making small fireworks that spelt out Scorpius' name. He screamed himself hoarse throughout the entire game. And what a game bludgers

Albus was at the edge of his seat most of the time, biting his nails nervously when Scorpius' broomed to low for his liking. Hufflepuff was not a House to be taken lightly. They were aggressive on the field. Their Beater's swung their bats harshly towards Scorpius. Albus was both pleased and displeased at this. He was glad they had targeted Scorpius as threat to annihilate, but he was not so happy that they wanted to annihilate him.

Scorpius, however, was not Captain for no reason. His skill as a Chaser was superb and the bludgers were no match for him. The players danced around one another. Albus almost didn't want the game to end because watching Scorpius was a treat for sore eyes. But the Slytherin seeker caught the snitch and he got up onto his feet and yelled victory.

"Slytherin has won the Quidditch Cup! Slytherin wins!"

Albus grinned as Scorpius did a few loops on his broom. The crowd around him was wild and the pride inside him grew three times bigger. His heart swelled when Scorpius flew his broom over to where he stood.

"You won!" Albus yelled, his grin uncontainable. "You did it!"

Scorpius laughed, cheeks red and breath heavy. "I know, I know!"

"You were amazing." Albus leaned as far as he could go and Scorpius did so too. They shared a chaste and brief kiss. "You were so beautiful."

"Come down to the field," Scorpius said hurriedly when his team called him over. "Hurry. I want to hug you so much."

Albus nodded and made his way through the crowd and down the stairs. God, he couldn't wait to shower Scorpius in kisses and hugs. The need to pamper and spoil him was the only thing in Albus' mind.

He ran as fast as he could to his champion.