Scorpius placed his order and accepted a glass of water, thankful that it gave him something to do with his hands. The flush on his cheeks intensified and he stared at the table. "I know contraception," he said quietly. He remembered having had this awkward conversation all too recently, just before seventh year. "I'm not going to get her pregnant."
At least this time there was an actual girl involved as the subject of the conversation. Last time it had all been hypothetical, but just as embarrassing.