Chapter 1: Freeze

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*WARNING: cursing. sexual references

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"I am going to fucking kill James for this!" hissed Rose into Al's ear for the umpteenth time, causing him to open his mouth for a smart retort, but then abruptly shut it again. Because a) getting James out of his peaceful picture of life had always been a childhood wish of his (and possibly Lily's,too),so he did agreed with Rose's idea, and b)It was no good starting a squabble with Rose Weasley, especially an underfed, malnourished-for-hours, homework-not-done Rose Weasley. No, no that would be pure suicide, he grimaced, watching her berry red locks crackle with anger . But then, suicide wouldn't be such a bad choice considering the fact that they had been practically gluing their arses on the floor in front of the Slytherin common room entrance for a good five hours, the invisibility cloak barely covering their hunched forms. Oh and yeah, it was fucking snowy November, and they were in nothing but sweats and a tee.
"My pretty arse is going to freeze and possibly stick together and I'll never be able to poop again." Albus declared monotonuously.
"Oh, yay, hope your penis does too, Al."
"Oi! That was not funny!"
"Well, Al, if you'd kept your penis to yourself, not sell it on market for every non-penis, big boobed organism in this school, none of this would have happened!"
"I do not sell my goodies! I have my own standards! Anyways, what did James threaten you about? It's not like you sleep around."
Rose blushed and spluttered,
"I..well..It's none of your business! Let's just hope that Malfoy'll come back soon before your balls freeze too."
Now, what had he done wrong? It was all James's fault.
If there was something James loved more than Quidditch, it was winning Slytherin in Quidditch.
If there was something James hated more than Slytherin, it was losing to Slytherin in Quidditch.
Pure logic, huh?
So obviously, James the wanker had threatened Al to spy on Scorpius, his best mate, every damn minute for any information about the Slytherin Quidditch team's tactics and stuff,or else he'd spill his sex life to their parents. (Yes, he did feel kind of sorry for his best mate, but this meant survival.) He'd threatened Rose too for some oblivious reason. Naturally they'd been keeping a good watch on him until Charms, when Scorpius and the whole Slytherin team had mysteriously disappeared under their noses.
So they'd skipped lunch. And dinner. And homework and free periods just to find them.
But couldn't find a single trace. So here they were, waiting for the Slytherin Quidditch team to retire to their common room, for five hours.
Fuck James.
Fuck him and his addiction/fetish/sexual inclinement/bloody obsession(Yes, hanging round with Rose gave him quite a range of vocabulary. Jealous?) with Gryffindor winning the Quidditch cup this year.
Fuck James for threatening him to tell their parents about his privacy. Like he's a virgin in white, hypocrite, Al thought bitterly.
Al sighed as Rose banged her head on the entrance door of the common room to the rythmn of Let it Snow. Well, it did sound better than Jingle Bells, he contemplated while coughing. "Rose, you are going to have a brain concussion for that."
"No,I'll freeze to death before that. No, no,I'll slaughter James before that!Oh wait! But haunting him as a ghost after I die must pain him more, shall it?", cackled his used-to- be-favorite cousin.
Yes, the cold must have been addling her brain. He closed his eyes. Imagine stabbing James with dad's Firebolt. Pounding him with a Quaffle...How he wished dreams were realities.
"What time is it again?"
"Eleven thirty, shit I miss my- Wake up Al."
"I'm not taking my shirt off for you."
"No, you prat, look, they're here!",whispered Rose, smoothing her crumpled white tee.
Al snapped his eyes open to see a sea of green robes with brooms treading towards them.
Exchanging a look, both Potter-Weasleys grabbed their wands and Extendable Ears.
Time to snoop, Al thought viciously. Instinctively pulling Rose behind him, he observed the snakes talking to each other. "So there's Nott...Pucey..Goyle, Smiths..shit, i sound like shit, remind me to kill James again...Scorpius, and..."

"And what?" "

Why the fuck is James shaking hands with Scorpius?"