DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything you recognise from the world of Harry Potter. I am just a fan, as you are. A fan with a head swimming in possibilities and fantasy. Nothing more Now, read along!
Prologue
This is all Albus's fault. He promised me that he had several apartments booked for me on my return. I'd spent four years in the States working as an engineer for an up and coming wizarding business firm and am back in England for the summer and an eventual transfer to their new branch here. Wiztronics is trying to break the English wizarding market. We produce appliances inspired by muggles but wired to work using magic instead of electricity. It is 2027; you'd think someone would have clued in on this idea years ago. But I guess wizards have always gotten by swimmingly without muggle oddities; it's only just a recent trend that we're hoping to stabilize. Grandad Weasley loves my job and I always bring him our new stuff.
Albus, my soon to be departed cousin, has forgotten to get me a place lined up and now, all the reputable agencies have no available apartments lined up for at least six months.
Yes, I could live with my parents one would say. But they'd drive me up the wall. Nice as they are, Mum would constantly be going over everything I do (not her fault, she's just a tad too perfectionist sometimes) and Dad would stick his nose in my personal business and probably try to put me on a curfew which is ridiculous as I just turned 21.
I called a few of my girlfriends but they all don't have enough space in their cramped flats (I can't couch surf for six months!), Dominique has moved back to France for a year and Roxanne has moved in with her long-term boyfriend Alistair.
Albus ever so kindly offered me his guest bedroom seeing as all this nonsense was his doing in the first place.
I love my cousin. I truly do. It's his flatmate who is currently standing at the door in a pair of sweatpants and nothing else that might be the problem. We are civil to each other and do get on sometimes in Albus's presence but I haven't had the chance to observe his personality alone since Hogwarts. We've never been the best of friends but it's all sort of deteriorated after we all went our different ways.
He and Albus have been inseparable since Hogwarts and he's become a regular at the Potter manor where Albus's family live and even at my family home. I can't believe my Nana Weasley knitted him a scarf last Christmas!
Between him and Albus, they've probably bedded every other girl not related to them that has had the misfortune to cross their path. And I'm not saying this because of the sensationalist tabloids (that I don't read). Most of my relatives talk enough about it. That, and James boasts of it like it's something to be proud of. James is a professional Quidditch player for Puddlemere United and is elated that his younger brother Albus seems to have broken out of his shell in the years after school. Really, Albus just plays on the fact that he isn't considered the "rogue". Truth is he is every inch as bad as his friend. He isn't overly in your face and that is what lures girls in; thinking he is the "good" guy and they could maybe have a better chance at a real relationship with him. Poor deluded girls!
Girls eat up his quiet charm. He's quite the smooth talker. I call bullshit. He's not going to con his way out of this one. I'll have his head on a plate! He wasn't even around to pick me up at the station! I had been travelling for forever and had a lot of luggage so it wasn't the best idea to use a portkey or apparate such distances. I'd finally reached London exhausted and copped out by using a cab to get to Albus's swanky bachelor pad. It had three bedrooms, a bathroom and a separate toilet, a huge living area with an enormous fireplace and kitchenette and small dining room.
So here I am… tired, flushed, and cranky as hell with my two fit-to-burst trunks levitating behind me and silly boy is standing in my way.
"What are you doing here?" he asks, looking me up and down and glaring with his arms crossed.
"Is that any way to greet your new flatmate?"
His eyebrows shoot into his hairline.
"My cousin didn't tell you?"
"It seems to have slipped his mind" he replies through gritted teeth.
"Scorpius!" calls a tinkling voice from inside.
Oh, he has company. It's my turn to raise a perfectly manicured eyebrow. Or try to. I probably ended up looking like I was having a mini epileptic fit on one side of my face.
"I'm busy" he growls.
Do I look like I fucking care? I just want to crash on a nice warm bed, or sofa, or the floor. I am past being fussy at this point.
"Look, you'd better let me in" I say in a warning tone.
He doesn't seem to comprehend that a sleep-deprived Rose Weasley is not to be messed with.
"Honey, I'm home!" I yell as I shove him to the side and walk in with my trunks. Maybe I intentionally nudge him in the shins with my luggage. Maybe.
A bubbly, and very naked blonde walks into the living room from where I assume is his bedroom. "Scorpius?" she asks in a sickly sweet baby voice that even I can tell is grating on his ears. "Who is this?"
In my frazzled state of mind, I am deeply affronted by this bimbo. Not that all blondes are bimbos. My friend and cousin Dominique is pretty smart. Back to bimbo. Affronted. Yes. I reply that I am in fact one of Scorpius's many lovers and that I am here to collect child support for our son.
She reacts by slapping Scorpius and stomping into his room to get her clothes. All this while, Scorpius is standing stock still in the living room and is steadily turning a most delightful shade of puce. He looks like he's about to have an aneurysm. I can almost see the veins throbbing in his head.
Bimbo walks out of his room and apparates on the spot. Such a flair for the dramatics. I'm going to take a wild guess and assume she'd put her clothes on but I honestly could not tell the difference.
Scorpius stares me down like he wants to strangle me on the spot but I just roll my eyes and ask him to point to the guest bedroom to which he makes some caveman sound, jabs his finger in the direction of the room and slams his door shut.
That went well.
A/N: Next gen story. Booyah! Sweet things. Leave me a review dears whether or not you liked it. This is just a teaser. Based on the reaction, I will see where it goes. Go check out my other story "Something Sometime" which I've recently updated. It's an Oliver/OC story. That beautiful boy does things to my heart.