Disclaimer: As I have said muchos timeos, I do not own Harry Potter. Yay me. Also, I am yet again using Word Pad, which lacks a spell checking feature. Thanks, and enjoy.
Written by Mt. Dew and Pepsi.
Beware, contains child abuse, such as arm shaking. Also contains harsh language, such as the words "noob," "noob-like child-wizards," and "skank bag."
The children in this story are all in their first year. Albus, being the Harry Potter's son, knows many things. So.. deal with it.
Albus Severus Potter slowly walked hand in hand with his mother towards the platform of 9 and 3/4. His mom quickly picked up the pace as they neared the barrier that was set into the brick wall between platforms 9 and 10. As they made it through the barrier, a glimmering of white-blonde hair caught his eye. Albus quickly turned towards the source and saw someone who was unmistakenably a Malfoy. Albus's eyes were instantly drawn down towards the Malfoy boy's feet. They were encased in beautiful purple designer flip-flops. But that which drew his eyes were not the flip-flops, but what was contained inside of them. The feet were simply marvelous. The manicure on the toe nails was simply divine. Albus was drawn out of his observations when his mother carefully shook his shoulder.
"Are you alright," she asked. "You looked dazzled for a second there. I was explaining all the rules that you should not follow while at Hogwarts."
"I'm ok mom," Albus replied. "I was just stunned by the size of the Hogwarts train."
"Ok, well get on the train before you miss it," Ginny said. "Oh, and by the way, remember to use a condom EVERY TIME."
Albus quickly grasped his trunk's handle and climbed into the train to begin searching for an empty compartment. He had almost reached the end of the train, when he heard someone sobbing. He opened the sliding door and looked inside.
"Let us kick him," Neville Longbottom's son, Sweeney, was shouting. "He is a Malfoy!"
At the mention of the name "Malfoy", Albus glanced down at the boy Sweeney was kicking.
"Hey! Stop that you noob-like child-wizard," Albus shouted as he raised a cricket bat that he had just conjoured using a spell he had learned from one of his father's many books. As Sweeney swiveled around to look at the intruder, Albus swung the bat and, with a resounding crack, Sweeney was knocked unconcious.
"Are you ok," Albus asked the blonde. "I can try using a healing charm if you need."
"I'm ok," the Malfoy responded. "Who are you?"
"I, am Albus Severus Potter," Albus said, hoping the Malfoy would not hate him due to his surname.
"Oh. So you're his son," said the blonde. "My name is Scorpius Malfoy, pleasure to meet you."
"Thanks, you too," Albus said. "Want to find some seats with me?"
"Sure," replied Scorpius.
They quickly made their way to the last available compartment. After a a long lull in the conversation, Albus noticed that Scorpius was sleeping. He couldn't help but use this as a chance to stare at Scorpius's feet. They were even more fantastic while he was asleep. He looked up and gazed at Scorpius's face, and was quickly shocked that he had not realized how absolutely stunning his face was. Albus quickly moved over to Scorpius, and proceeded to make-out with him.
TBC.
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