Disclaimer: I do not own any characters within the beautiful mind of JK Rowling. Thank you for being such a wonderful woman! Secondly: this work will not always be in a chronological order. Some events will take place before an event in a chapter before it. Thirdly: pairings are how I see them and are not always the pairings that were released later by JK Rowling herself. All characters come from the seven books. So, do not complain when you find that Neville is not in fact with Hannah or anything therein. Thank you for taking your time to read this. This author does not appreciate negative comments. If you plan to leave one, please leave a positive one as well!

Albus Severus Potter

Complicated

Complicated was the best way to sum up Albus Severus Potter's existence. Before he was even old enough to attend Hogwarts, he used to listen to the adventures his parents, uncle Ron, and aunt Hermione used to have together in wide-eyed awe. The end of his fourth year at Hogwarts only left him yearning to find his father's invisibility cloak he'd heard so much about and hide away from the hustle and bustle of the other students in the school.

On warm days at the beginnings and ends of school years, Albus would often-times trudge down to the green houses to visit Professor Longbottom. His heart broke when he would get into conversations with Neville beyond Herbology. Something drew Albus toward the pained. So much so, that he had even made Moaning Myrtle laugh once. A light smile plastered onto his face as he thought of that.

"Potter," a cold voice sounded from behind him, chilling him even though the day was warm.

"What is it now, Malfoy?" Albus exasperatedly whirled around, gripping his wand in case they weren't friends in that moment. Scorpius was the most complicated character in young Potter's life. From the hushed stories Albus had overheard—thanks to uncle George's extendable ears—late at night when he should have been in bed, Scorpius appealed to his father's senses in classes and as a Slytherin. Meaning, he would boast, brag, and disrupt often, holding himself higher than anyone else around him. Lurking in the shadows, as Albus had first found him crying in year three, Scorpius confessed that he hated feeling the need to walk in his father's shoes and had found himself in Headmistress McGonagall's often because of it. The only person that knew anything real about Scorpius was Albus. He painted. It was his passion. Albus tried to get him to follow that passion, but to no avail. Scorpius was too busy trying to be Draco to be Scorpius. At least, from the stories he had heard of Draco from his father.

Scorpius shifted his weight back and forth, rocking himself side to side, causing Albus to tap his foot with impatience. It was always hesitation when it came to Scorpius. Albus often got annoyed with waiting for what he had to say. Not that Albus didn't care about those around him, he did, often overly much. Rather, he didn't have years to wait around for Scorpius to realize what was right in front of him the whole time. "It's just..." Scorpius started. "Where are you headed to?"

"Quite frankly, Scorpius," he said his name with extra emphases, "it's none of your damned business."

Scorpius flicked his eyebrows. "Now now, is that any way to speak? With such course language?" He took a step closer.

Before replying, Albus took the same length of a step backward. That was how Scorpius had cornered Albus the first time he laid a sloppy kiss on him. As always, Scorpius was hanging out in a dark corridor in the early night, and when he had spotted Albus, he jumped out and started chatting him up, backing him into a classroom. In the clear, Scorpius had put his hands on Albus's waist just as he backed into a table. Those hands were amazingly powerful and pulled Albus close, holding their desire. A small yip came out of Albus as Scorpius tilted his head while slowly moving it toward Albus's face. When their lips touched, Albus nearly cried. Scorpius smelled of onion and had moistened his lips about seven too many times.

"As if you are one to discuss poor language with me. How often must I listen to the words that come out of your neanderthal friends mouths." Albus started to turn away, but thought better of it. He had one more thing to add. "As Professor Longbottom might say, those who throw stones at green houses..." Albus crossed his arms challengingly.

Scorpius stumbled back because Albus had hit him with the one thing that upset him most. Even though they were all in Slytherin together, none of them were actually friends. They just were forced together. It was something that pained Scorpius because he knew he was better than all of them. And that left him alone. Why did Albus allow himself to know so much about Scorpius?

"You love him, don't you, Potter?" A gallon of spit fell out with Albus's last name.

A bemused smile played at Albus's face. "In your dreams. Oh, oops. That would be me and you." Albus was tired of the game, so he decided to change the rules up. He stepped close to Scorpius and pushed a finger under his chin and lightly drew a line across it. Scorpius's head followed, their faces became so close that they could feel each other's breaths. With one small step closer, Scorpius brushed his lips against Albus's lips. To Albus, Scorpius's lips were a lot softer then he expected. Not everything was a course as he thought a Malfoy would be. It was something he hadn't noticed that first time. But he hadn't wanted it the first time.

Before Albus could defend himself, Scorpius grabbed both of his slightly large ears and pulled him in closer, ravaging his lips and pushing his rancid tongue nearly down his throat. Albus lifted his hands and pushed on the slightly shorter blonde boy's chest to break him away from him.

"What the bloody hell are you thinking? I'm no animagus." Albus could feel the putridness on his face like the foul breath that had come from Scorpius.

Scorpius pulled his wand, but Albus beat him to it. "Expelliamos!" And Scorpius's wand flew out of his hand into the weeds nearby.

"You're a tease, Albus." Scorpius's voice was rough and quivering.

"No, Malfoy. You just don't know what you are doing. You pine for me for four years and now you decide to make a move and you attack me?" Albus waved his hand, brushing the other boy off. "Forget it." He turned and headed toward the greenhouses.

Scorpius rushed after him. "I'm sorry! Forgive me." He pulled at Albus's robes.

Albus stopped and his shoulders dropped. He couldn't bring himself to be mean to anyone. Although he didn't think he had any feelings for Scorpius, the fact that he'd come out of his shell made Albus feel like he needed to be there or something.

"Meet me in Diagon Ally three days after term ends. We'll see what we can do from there." Albus pulled his robes from the other boy and headed toward the green houses for the final time.