“I love you.” Husbands. He and Scorpius had woken up together at the same time. All that either of them could do was smile, fingers interlaced as they had been when they fell asleep, both wearing dried sweat and their exertions of last night like a medal. It was a quiet honeymoon destination, and they had eloped without telling their parents, borrowing Uncle Ron’s dad’s flying car. The wedding had been just them and a muggle minister, and they had drank together, fed each other, and finally consummated their marriage. The start of a pattern to last for life.