A/N: This drabble-y ficlet is about Albus Potter and his thoughts on minor Rose x Scorpius going-ons. Sort of. Um, enjoy! R&R! Thanks! –Mac
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
Third Wheel
He couldn't take it anymore, poor Albus Potter. He loved his friends and all—especially when one was his cousin—but he just couldn't take it anymore.
If he had to sit through one more evening, under the pretense of the three of them all just being friends, watching Rose and Scorpius make goo-goo eyes at each other, he was going to explode. He hated feeling like the third wheel. Sure, he had no problem with Rose and Scorpius wanting to be together. If that's what they wanted, he said go for it—and he literally had to their faces a million times! He just didn't want to tag along on dates, which, no matter what the other two said, was what most of these "friends" days had turned into.
Poor Albus, he couldn't take it anymore. He just wanted them to admit how they felt about each other and get it over with. That way, he could have his Saturday nights back to maybe, just maybe find himself a nice girl. Or at least to expand his social circle.
But they wouldn't and he was doomed to a lifetime of being a third wheel, at least that was what it felt like. Poor Albus.