Of babbling & fluttering lips

A/N Hello. I have recently noticed there are not enough Albus/OC stories out there so I have decided to add my own contribution.

I am one of those people who believe that dear little Albus Severus Potter was sorted in Slytherin (not all of them are bad!) after his Dad's little pep talk. I also believe he befriended Scorpius Malfoy and still hangs out with his cousin Rose. This takes place in their sixth year.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story apart from my OC.

CHAPTER 1: Of compromising situations

It's quite interesting what one can find out when they find themselves in an embarrassing predicament. Of course I found myself in many of those on a regular basis but never quite this bad. So you see I have landed myself once again in cringe worthy circumstances, but this one is quite horrifying as it involves a certain green eyed dark haired boy. Albus Severus Potter.

Now you must understand I am not one of those girls. The ones who spend a great majority of their day fanaticizing about their beloveds. I am a strong independent Huffelpuff. Answer to nobody and take no crap kind thing. But I am a woman of course.

It's not my fault he is the dreamy, conflicted Potter who defies everyone's expectations. It's not my fault he's actually kind of nice for a Slytherin. But it is my fault that every time I'm around him I am reduced to a red faced, babbling pile of goo. He should not have this sort of hold over me.

But anyway back to my current state of affairs. I am presently huddled up underneath a table in the busy Three Broomsticks with my only way of getting out is blocked by the scrumcious legs of Albus, oh and his friends the Weasly girl and Malfoy whoever. I have crammed myself up against the wall so their feet don't accidently give away my location. And the stupid purse, which is the reason I'm down here it jammed underneath my elbow while my mind races with ways to escape with my dignity intact. I could've got out of here sooner if my stupid curious side hadn't raised its ugly head. And it's not like they are even talking about anything overly interesting, apart from the fact that Weasley's and Malfoy's hands are linked underneath the table. But no, I just had to stay hidden down here so I could listen to the rest of their Sunday afternoon conversation hoping for something juicy to make my time here worthwhile.

"Well, um, Rose and I might head off now Al." What's-his-name Malfoy said implicatively as he and Weasley girl stood up. I head Albus farewell them with a hint of sadness in his voice. He sat for a moment as I debated in my head whether or not to get out. He pulled himself up and stood for a moment then crouched down, his intense emerald eyes meeting my scared brown ones.

"Hello." He said in a puzzled voice.

"Hi." I answered making my way out from underneath the table my cheeks setting alight as I turned to face him.

"Tammitha, right?" he asked still with a bemused look on his face.

"Tammy." I corrected him. Did he not remember my long drawn out lecture on why not to call me by my official name in 3rd Year Charms?

"Tammy… Uh, so, what were you doing?"

"Erm- Getting my purse." I exclaimed holding the up the brown battered handbag as evidence. This of course was true.

"You didn't think I was some crazed stalker did you?" I babbled, "See, My friends and I had been sitting at this table before you guys and then we left, and I realized that I had forgotten my purse so I told them to go ahead while I got it and it turned out to be under our table so I crawled down to get it and then you guys sat down blocking my way out so I thought I'd sit tight till you left and-" I took in a deep breath about to continue but the he gave a certain swoon worthy stare.

"It's the truth." I gushed feeling absolutely stupid.

"Right." He drawled, "Least it's sort of original." glancing at me again. "You know your lips are fluttering." He said in a matter of fact way.

I crash landed my top lip onto my bottom one my cheeks turning as red as they could. I silently cursed my anxious tendency to subconsciously make my lips quiver whenever I was 'emotional'. Mum and Dad said it was adorable. I did not agree but the way Albus described it made me feel all mushy.

"Nervous habit." I mumbled staring at my feet.

"So I guess you heard all of our conversation?" he queried. I nodded in eavesdropper's shame.

"Rose and Scorp don't really want to go public yet so-"

"Oh I totally understand, I won't breathe a word about them. Huffelpuff honour." I interrupted him.

Albus' face softened at my rambling. My insides continued to melt.

"Um, well, this has been cool but," he began.

"Yeah I better get back to my friends, they'll be worrying." I finished. He looked kind of awkward then it hit me that he probably didn't have anyone else to hang around with. I knew he had like a humungous family but I guessed he'd much rather be around with his peers.

"Do, do you want to come to? I mean if you don't already have plans, we're just going to Honeydukes…" I said hesitantly peeking up at him hoping for a good answer.

"Well I'm not doing much else." He mumbled looking at his shoes. A massive smile lit up on my face as I silently thanked the universe for this.

"C'mon." I beamed gesturing for him to follow me out the door. He looked up with those darling emerald eyes and smiled.

"You remember your purse?"

A/N Promise it will get better next chapter. But there will only be a next chapter if people review so R&R