So I've been writing this fic for a while know and I've come to a point where I need to know if its worth continuing. So I'm posting the first chapter, if I get any favorable reviews there will be more to come. So please drop me a few lines and let me know what you think.

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Albus Potter was madly in love with Scorpius Malfoy. He had been ever since fourth year when, in potions class, Scorpius had let Albus fill his flask with some of his potion after Albus had ruined his own by adding a wrong ingredient. After this simple act of kindness Albus had become infatuated with the blond haired boy. The problem was that Albus could never build up the courage to ask him out, that is, when Scorpius was between boyfriends. Scorpius never seemed to have a shortage of men lining up for him. He would always try to sit next to Scorpius in the classes they had together, and whenever Gryffindor played Slytherin in qudditch Albus would bump into Scorpius as much as possible, relishing the physical contact.

Gryffindor and Slytherin were currently playing qudditch. Albus had been watching Scorpius for the past couple of minutes, when suddenly Scorpius had taken off in the direction the Ravenclaw section of the stands. Realizing that he must have spotted the snitch Albus raced after him, only managing to catch up after the snitch had taken a hard left towards the Gryffindor stands. They were neck and neck chasing after the little golden ball, each trying to knock the other off their brooms.

Scorpius hand was mere inches away from the ball when Albus placed a well-aimed kick into Malfoy's broom, sending him off course. The snitch suddenly shot straight in the direction of the Gryffindor goals, only about six feet above the ground. The seekers where again neck and neck, their hands outreached for the tiny golden ball. They gave each other a look, and in the same second, both launched themselves off their brooms. They landed in a sickening crunching noise. Both were out cold.

It took Albus a minute to realize where exactly he was when he woke up. He sat up, which was a mistake; for as soon as he had he let out a scream of pain followed by a few swear words.

"I was wondering when you would wake up." Said a voice to his right. Albus looked over and his heart nearly skipped a beat when he saw Scorpius.

"How long have I been out?" Albus asked, noticing that the sun was already beginning to set.

"About six hours." Scorpius Said. "Don't feel to bad though, I only woke up an hour ago."

"What happened?" Asked Albus.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"Well, we were going after the snitch, and we looked at each other, then we jumped for it." Said Albus.

"We landed." Said Scorpius plainly. "Quite hard." He added.

"Oh, did one of us catch the snitch?" Asked Albus still feeling very tired.

"That's the craziest part actually." He said. "We both did."

"What? What do you mean we both did?" Albus asked.

"The fall knocked both of us out, and when everyone came over we were each holding onto one of the wings. The ref decided that since we both caught it, each team got 150 points. Since Gryffindor had the most points before we caught it…Gryffindor won." He finished somewhat bitterly.

"Oh." Was all Albus said. "You still played one hell of a game you know."

"Thank you." Scorpius said, looking at Albus with a strange look that Albus couldn't quite catch the meaning of. There was a silence for a while, followed by;

"Fuck. I feel like I've been hit by a train." Albus complained.

"I guess that's what four broken ribs, a punctured lung, and a concussion feel like." Said Scorpius.

"Do I really have all of that?" Albus asked.

"Well, Madam Pomfrey fixed your lung, you ribs are mending, and she already grew your teeth back."

"You didn't say anything about my teeth." Albus said.

"Oh, well you lost about twelve of them." Scorpius said.

"Damn." Was all Albus said. Then. "What all did you end up with?"

"About the same, give or take a few broken ribs and teeth." He said smiling. "Looks like were going to be roommates for a while."

"Yeah, looks like it." Albus said, trying not to show his excitement at the idea of spending time with Scorpius. Soon Madam Pomfrey walked into the levitating two trays in front of her.

"Here's your dinner, boys." She said setting the trays on each boy's table.

"What are these?" Albus asked, indicating two small bottles on his tray.

"The first one is Skele-Gro, you broke one of your ribs so bad I had to remove it. I've already given you one dose of it. This one should finish re-growing it." She said.

"What's this one." Albus asked holding up the second bottle.

"Just drink that after the Skele-Gro. It should help with the pain." She said.

"What about me?" Scorpius asked, holding up his two bottles.

"The same as Albus. Just take them after your done eating." She said walking out of the room. They started eating.

"Fuck this, I can't eat. It hurts too much." Scorpius said after a few minutes of trying to eat without it hurting. Every time he tried to swallow it felt like his rib was breaking all over again. He drank the small bottle Skele-Gro, trying not to vomit. He was already starting to get sharp pains from his ribs. He then took a swig from the second bottle Madam Pomfrey had said would help with pain. "Bloody hell! This is fucking fire whisky!" He nearly yelled.

"What? Albus asked incredulously.

"This isn't a pain potion. It's fucking fire whisky." Scorpius said again. Albus knocked back his Skele-Gro, and then took a swig out of his second bottle.

"Shit, your right." He said, wincing slightly as the drink burnt his throat. "Why the hell would Madam Pomfrey give us fire whisky?

"Hell if I know, but I sure as shit aint complaining." Scorpius said, taking another swig of his whiskey. Albus took a small sip, wincing again. "I take it you don't drink very often." Scorpius said slightly amused.

"Me and my brother James snuck some liquor from my dads office one time, that's about it. I take it you drink a lot." Albus said.

"You have no idea. You should come to a Slytherin party sometime. You'd get so shitfaced you wouldn't even be able to stand up." Scorpius said

"Sounds like it'll be fun." Said Albus, already feeling tipsy. They spent the next hour finishing off their bottles of fire whisky. Both of them were more than a little drunk.

"Dude." Albus said, his words slurred. "You saved my ass in potions that time, and I never even said thanks.

"Ah don't worry bout it. I only did it cause your so hot." Scorpius said, only realizing what he had said after he said it. Luckily for Scorpius, Albus didn't hear it as he had fallen fast asleep. "Fuck, I can't believe I almost let that slip." He said. Eventually he also fell asleep.

Albus woke up at 3:00 pm the next day.

"Your finally up I see." Madam Pomfrey said cheerfully. Albus's head was pounding, and the sun shining in from the windows making it nearly impossible for him to open his eyes.

"Why exactly did you give me and Scorpius fire whisky last night?" Albus asked.

"Well, did you feel any pain last night? She asked

"No."

"Well, there you go." She stated.

"Wouldn't a pain potion have worked?" He asked.

"They're not very effective against bone pain." She said.

"Oh." He opened his eyes. "Where's Scorpius?"

"I let him leave about an hour ago. He left a note for you." She said, pointing at a piece of parchment on the table by his bed. It read:

There's a Party in Slytherin common room, 10 o'clock sharp. Bring this note with you.

Signed,

Scorpius Malfoy

Albus's heart nearly skipped a beat. Maybe this would be his chance to get together with Scorpius.

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