A/N: This is for Shira Lansys' Word-Count Drabble Challenge! My word count was 256 and my pairing was Albus/Scorpius, with the prompts "regal" and "jagged". Don't forget to review :)

He's the Malfoy boy, all white and platinum, sitting on his throne and fingering the end of the silver spoon placed so delicately in his mouth.

You're the Potter boy, all ruddy cheeks and black hair blowing about, flying over treetops and spelling your name out in the clouds.

He's got silvery eyes. His face is all hard angles, his body is poised and regal, his skin pulled taut over harp-string ribs. You watch his fingernails scrape at the skin of his own neck and wish you were the one leaving marks there.

You've got those famous green eyes. But your body is weak, your silhouette is jagged and rough; you've too many bones. He doesn't agree though. He watches you pace around in only your underwear, hair wet and water droplets on your skin, and he smiles.

You fall in love.

You don't realise for the longest time. You tiptoe around one another and pretend that you're (just) friends but there's always that glow of what if and maybe when you sit too close together on cold days.

When you do realise, you take his long fingers in yours. You hold his hand, the prince and the pauper, the Malfoy and the Potter, and you kiss him before you can change your mind.

Somewhere between your frantic kisses, as you wander down life's winding road, you manage to pull that silver spoon from between his teeth and throw it. He manages to make you feel like you're flying even when you're not.

And it's perfect.