Author's Note: 'Tis the weekend for plot bunnies, I guess. It's raining today, so this drabble popped out. Now, mind you all, I haven't so much as read, much less written any Harry Potter fanfiction since Order of the Phoenix came out, so if there are some standards that have been established in the fandom, I don't know them, so please bear with my interpretation of the characters. -bow-

Content: Totally innocent.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

"Hey Al."

"Hmm?"

"Why do you think it rains?"

Albus looked up at his friend who stared out the window of the empty classroom they occupied. He had gotten up from the desk that he and Albus had been sharing some time ago and had been staring out into the grounds. Albus didn't pay much attention to it since Scorpius had a tendency to stare off into space a lot, but his question was confusing.

"You mean you don't know?"

Scorpius shrugged. "Why would I? Nobody else does."

"But of course they do. Everyone does. At least I think…"

"Well I don't," Scorpius muttered, moving to sit back down at the desk. "My dad doesn't know either. Or my mom."

"Oh."

There was a short moment of silence, not really awkward, but not exactly comfortable either.

"So you know, then?"

Albus nodded. "Yeah, I learned in primary school, and my Aunt helped my do a project on it once."

"Primary school?"

Albus bit his lower lip. "Oh yeah, you were home schooled, right?"

Scorpius sighed and slumped over in his chair, his perfectly tailored robes slipping of one shoulder, being of no real consequence to him.

"So why does it rain, then?"

"Ummm, let's see…" Albus tapped his parchment with the tip of his quill, sending little splatters of ink all along the margins on into the desk. "I guess the easiest way to say it is that clouds are made of water, and when they combine together the water gets heavier until the air in the cloud can't hold it up anymore, so it falls down as rain."

Scorpius tapped the edge of the desk and Albus bit his lip again.

"Does, uh, that make sense?"

Scorpius shrugged. "Kinda. Not really."

"Sorry, I was never any good in science. I barely passed. It's probably why I stink in potions class too."

Scorpius stared at his homework and Albus returned to his. It was another while later that Scorpius spoke up again.

"I wish I could have taken a science class."

Albus made a face. "No you don't. It's so boring. Magic is way more interesting anyway."

"Not really. I bet you know a lot of other stuff that I don't, too."

"Maybe, but it's not like it's anything important. I mean, what does it matter why it rains?"

"I still want know, though."

Albus sighed and scratched his head. Sometimes he felt like he had no idea what was going through his friend's head. "Well, I guess I could send an owl home and ask for my old science text book. Then you can read for yourself."

Scorpius looked up with excitement. "Yeah, that would be great."

"I'll write home tomorrow then."

"No, now!"

"Huh, wha—hey!"

Scorpius grabbed Albus's arm and tugged him off his seat and out of the room. "Let's go! The Owlery is only five stories higher!"

"Scorpius…" Albus whined. "Our stuff's still in the classroom!"

おわり (The End)