"Scoooorp," The blond boy cringed at the tone his best friend Albus Potter was using. Did he have no sense of decorum?
"What do you want Al?" His words were slightly scathing. He stared at the Potions essay he was supposed to be writing but abandoned when the dark haired youth scrambled into the room. Albus squeezed onto the chair with him, nearly shoving Scorpius onto the floor. He quickly grabbed the table to avoid the fall.
"Come to the kitchens with me, I missed dinner!" Madam Pince shot the boys a dirty look due to the smaller boy's loud voice. Scorpius reacted by slapping a hand over his best friend's mouth and giving him a pointed stare. He removed his hand when Albus bit his finger.
"Bloody hell Al," He inspected his red finger with a critical eye, "no wonder you're a Slytherin."
"And you spend all your time in the library and that's why you're a Ravenclaw, now get off your lazy bum and come with me to the kitchen!" Albus yanked on the blond boy's robes urgently, his green eyes beckoning in a kicked puppy sort of way. The sole heir to the Malfoy fortune sighed; Al always knew his weakness. Did the boy have no idea how hard fourth year Potions was for Scorpius?
"I've got to finish this essay, it's due tomorrow you know!" His words flew right over Albus' head because he just plowed right on.
"C'mon Scorp, come with me! Yes or no?" Those emerald orbs were simply too adorable to deny and despite how childish his best friend could act, Scorpius loved the boy simply too much. He shoved his papers into his bag and stood up.
"Yes."
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Scorpius waited anxiously for the Potions professor to hand back their essays. After a quite enjoyable trip to the kitchens yesterday, he and Albus had spent some time playing chess. Albus won of course, he inherited his talent from his Uncle Ron, but the time was well spent, even for the boy who lost. He realized now, however, that he should've spent that time on his essay as he received his paper back, the score decidedly disappointing. He knew once his father got word of this, he'd be in for a Howler.
A shuffling from the seat beside him made him glance at his table mate. Albus was squirming in his seat, his paper declaring an even lower grade than the blond boys. His best friend looked up and caught his eyes. His grin was infectious and he couldn't help but smile.
Yes, it was time well spent. His eyes went down to the paper again, and that frightening grade.
Should've said no anyways.