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Written for Love From A Muggle's 31 Prompts of Harry Potter Challenge.

*Pumpkin juice*

"Albus Potter, get up!" someone screeched, and Albus promptly fell out of bed. He looked up beadily into the eyes of his smirking roommate, and glared.

"I'm going to kill you," he yawned, before laying his head on the floor and curling up into a ball. "After I wake up fully."

His roommate groaned. It had taken Sean Thomas a full hour to wake up the snoring Potter, and he knew that as soon as he fell back asleep, there was no hope of ever getting him up again until well past midday. He sighed. It was time for drastic measures.

"AL! IF YOU DON'T GET OUT OF BED AND READY FOR THE DAY NOW, I WILL RUN AND TELL JAMES THAT YOU WERE THE ONE WHO MESSED WITH HIS BROOM KIT WHEN YOU WERE THREE!"

And Albus was up, pulling on his pants hurriedly and buttoning his shirt before rushing to the bathroom to attempt to flatten his hair and wash his face. Sean let out a chuckle, hoping that he was out of arms length when Albus realized that James did not attend Hogwarts anymore, and Sean therefore had no way of contacting him. It was amazing what childhood scares did to a sixteen years old boy.

Once Albus was done fussing over his hairs inability to sit right, they made their way out of their dorm and common room, and down to the Great Hall.

Sean led the way over to the Gryffindor table.

"Albus! What a surprise to see you up at such an early time in the morning!" exclaimed a flaming red haired girl, who was smirking slightly at the devilish boy, who had clearly just woken up. Albus plunked down on the seat beside her.

"Ugh, Dominique, why do you have to be so cheerful at such an hour?" he complained with a groan as Sean took the seat beside Dominique, taking her hand under the bench. Dominique frowned.

"Al, it's eleven," she informed him, and he groaned again, louder this time, while mumbling about 'more sleep', 'dodgy gits' and 'best friends'. Dominique and Sean rolled their eyes, before turning towards each other. Albus laid his head on the table in front of him and sighed tiredly. It was a truly horrible thing, to be woken up before midday on a Saturday, but, alas, the world hated him. He grinned at his own antics.

"Ahem," someone coughed, and Albus looked up to see his cousin looking down at him. He smiled at her.

"Hey, Rose, what can I do for you?" he asked kindly. She grimaced at him, and sat beside him. He frowned. "What, what's wrong?"

Rose opened her mouth slightly, before turning away. Albus frowned, knowing that there was a reason she wasn't telling him, but wanting to know anyway. He grabbed her arm, as she reached for her first helping of bacon, and turned her to face him, placing his hands on either side of her shoulders to stop her returning to her plate.

"Rose, what is it?" he asked softly. Rose closed her eyes, before mumbling something that Albus missed. "What was that?"

She mumbled it again, but this time Albus caught most of it, and his grip tightened painfully on her arms, so much so that she let a small gasp escape her lips.

"Rose," he growled forcefully, "tell me I did not just hear you say"-

"Yes!" Rose suddenly exclaimed, getting all too furious about her cousins behaviour. "Yes, I, Rose Weasley, am going out with Scorpius Malfoy!" Albus was dumb stuck.

Why would his cousin ever want to go out with a slim-ball like Scorpius Malfoy?

Why he sat contemplating his cousin's insanity, he took a sip at his Pumpkin Juice. Sean and Dominique sat, watching warily, knowing that it was only going to be a manner of time until the raven haired boy would explode.

That's why it can as no surprise to the two when Albus suddenly spat out his mouthful, splattering its sticky substance all over Desmond Brown, who squealed and glared at Albus, before storming out of the hall.

What was a surprise was when Albus turned to glare at Sean, during his coughing fit, instead of stomping to find Scorpius. Sean was sure he knew what was coming.

"You - James - broomstick kit," he coughed and spluttered, before chasing an already sprinting Sean out of the hall, and leaving behind a very confused Dominique. She just simply shook her head.

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