"You're terrible," he replied, snickering. "Father's much vainer than he makes out, you know? Not everybody has your genes. And oh," He hesitated. "I thought spells were a euphemism for something else. And if they are then I still don't want to know."
"Well no, mother was amazing and I won't hear a word against her however she gave me whatever I wanted. I think... It's not like I didn't always know that she was poorly and I knew she wouldn't be around to see me become an adult so she over-compensated." He smiled a little at that. "And father went along with it. I've had six years to push past but I've also played Quidditch professionally and had everything handed to me too."
Scorpius rolled onto his back, stroking down Blaise's side and down to cup his arse. "I still have to earn money, Blaise. There's no point me buying a house if I can't afford to run it."