Hey All.

A second generation fic which I came up with. I seem to have a strange attraction towards Scorpius/Albus, which is odd, but okay. Written in 'Scene' format skips amounts of time between scenes, but nothing fixed.

Enjoy darlings! I own nothing except the personality. :D

Scene 1; Beautiful Hair

Albus felt a lurch in his stomach, the kind of lurch you feel when you have ten seconds before the paper finishes, and you just realised that there was a giant 10-mark mistake in the beginning. The kind that feels like a splash of acid up the side of your stomach, burning as it goes.

The train was moving, and as he put his head as out the window, the gusts of ice cold wind rustled his jet black hair. He inhaled deeply, and felt calmer as the wind cooled him down. He sat back in his empty carriage; he had no desire to sit with James, for the fear of something odd happening in the form of unnatural colour changes, the sprouting of extra appendages and the addition of other living creatures to his person. He looked at his hands; they were so pale, like snow, and his eyes were green. This had caused him to be the butt of many 'Potter-in-Slytherin' jokes.

He hated it.

It scared him, especially since he was the only Potter in the family, that didn't know what was so great about Gryffindor; they had bullies and bad ideas too. That's all that mattered to him. He sighed again. He'd have to get into Gryffindor, but he, somehow, didn't want to. All he wanted to do, was to explore the mystery that was presented to him, by Slytherin.

The door slammed open.

A slender boy with the most beautiful hair ever walked in. His hair was the wonderful shade of silver-gold, and it hung smoothly in a rough uneven curtain around his slender, small boned face.

"Stop staring kid. It's rude." Albus started as the boy spoke, in a low tenor voice. (I'm in choir; low tenor to me is high, but not that high)

"Sorry," Albus whispered. He cleared his throat and spoke again. "Sorry."

"Sure." The boy walked in, followed by two bulky boys who looked rather unclear to why they were there. Then only did Albus realise that this imperious, beautiful, blonde haired boy, was but a first year.

"Call me Al." Albus offered, unsure, wondering if he sounded like a prick, or worse, gay.

"Why would I want to call you anything?" the boy asked coolly. Albus was scaring himself by the number of times he'd called the boy beautiful in his head.

The two boys snickered quietly. There was a silence, which Albus endured quietly, and the boy didn't seem to feel affected by, judging by the look on his face.

"Scorpius. Scorpius Malfoy." The boy said, and Albus could feel through that sixth sense that his voice was kind, before it struck him. This was a Malfoy. Fudge.

"Al what?"

Albus sighed. "Albus Severus Potter."

The transformation was miraculous. From the easy-grin on his face and the indifferent look in his eyes, his face just turned cold, without any of his features changing. The smile was still there, not even stiff, but his eyes had just gone cold. "Potter, eh? Strange. I could have sworn you looked like a Malfoy. Get out."

Albus nodded, picked up his bag and walked out, as Scorpius slammed the door behind him. He understood perfectly why Malfoy hated him. He wondered why, amidst the palpitations of his heart, where his brother would be.