Albus Severus Potter was not what they expected. He was tall and lanky, and barring similar green eyes and identical black hair, very much unlike his father. Too tall, according to his mum, but he rather liked it. He enjoyed defying the wizarding world's expectations. They wanted the Chosen One's mini me, so he gave them the opposite. A gangly, flamboyantly gay fashion plate with an attitude. And a penchant for dating supremely inappropriate men. Then, of course, there was the whole "being a Slytherin" situation. That one hadn't actually been on purpose, though he still took credit for it. He had sat beneath the Sorting Hat, tiny and afraid (yes, he was quite small at eleven) hoping against hope to be sorted into Gryffindor. Please? He begged, but a small laugh and a This should be… interesting… was the only reply before the hat shouted "SLYTHERIN!" and crushed his hopes of following in his father's footsteps.
Now, a sixth year and a prefect, Albus was relieved he hadn't been sorted into Gryffindor. Perhaps he had changed at school, but his nearly-adult personality was decidedly Slytherin- and he wouldn't have it any other way! He loved the garish sophistication of green and silver, and the quiet of the dungeons; even the Bloody Baron elicited a fond response in him!
Albus mused as he wandered the corridors of Hogwarts, relishing the 'calm-before-the-storm' quiet of the old castle. He was supposed to be checking up on a new teacher to make sure she knew her way around, but he hadn't been able to find her yet. Professor Longbottom, now in his third year as headmaster, had told him rather direly that he was probably the safest choice to show her around. Albus pondered what that might mean before brushing it off. After all, if there was something truly dangerous, his father's best friend surely wouldn't have him deal with it! He wasn't any weakling, of course. Having Lily for a sister ensured that, but he was wearing his favorite jumper, and he truly did not want it getting mussed.
His thoughts occupied with the rather important decision of what to wear on Arrival Day, Albus moseyed along, ambling towards the new professor's office. Wait... what was her name? He stopped short in the hallway. Oh, shit. I NEVER forget names! He gnawed on his index finger as he thought, and looked up the hallway. Oh, well. I'll fudge it. he straightened up, shook out his robes, and glided toward the closed office door, only to stop short once again. Were those… moans he heard coming from the other side? Hating himself for his curiosity, Albus inched closer. They were! Holy shit! Wait a second… did she just say… Scorpius? Heart in his throat, and his fingers digging crescent-moon dents in his palms, Albus backed away from the door. He did not want to see whatever was happening on the other side. As he turned away, deciding to come back a bit later, after they were done… whatever-ing, Albus heard a decidedly feminine voice raised in what sounded to be the throes of ecstasy. Shuddering involuntarily, he gave up on gliding and hauled ass to get as far away as possible. He'd come back later, when it was safe.
A few minutes later, a sated professor lay sprawled on her desk as a grinning Scorpius Malfoy readjusted his Ravenclaw tie.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," he drawled, brushing a cursory glance over her still-naked body. "Might want to throw your robes back on, though. No sense in catching a chill." And with that he slid around the door and into the hallway.
The woman on the desk, as though just realizing she was naked in her unlocked office, scrambled for her robes. She finished pulling them on and straightening up her hair just in time to answer a rather tentative knock on the door.