NO SLASH

Era : Next Generation
Featuring : Ravenclaw!Albus and Hufflepuff!Scorpius and a bunch of ignored Hufflepuffs, and a window.
Disclaimer : Characters belong to JK Rowling.
Warning : First story. Your eyes may bleed. But I doubt they will, unless it's common for you...
No-one's POV.
Summary : Albus wakes up to a... not exactly unusual, but exciting discovery. Now he wants to tell Scorpius about it. What exactly is he going to do?

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Albus Potter woke up to the sunlight streaming down onto his face from the open window next to his bed in the Ravenclaw dorm. He frowned and didn't bother to open his eyes, simply decided to turn around so that the sun wouldn't hinder him. It was a Saturday, after all. If he could sleep more on a Saturday, he definitely would. Especially during the winter. And especially when he'd been up until three o'clock in the morning last night, reading books and talking to his friends.

Just as he made a move to flip over, something cold and small landed on his nose. He didn't think much of it until it started melting and dripped down his cheeks. And into his eyes.

Albus groaned softly and slowly brought his hands up to his face to wipe away the... stuff.

Wait. Stuff?

Another little cold thing decided to land on his hand. It merrily remained there until it, too, melted away.

Was someone dripping ice cream onto him again? God, that had been awful... it made all his hair stick together, because that person had not only dripped ice cream onto him, but had dripped vanilla ice cream which contrasted hugely with his dark locks. And said person hadn't dripped the ice cream; said person had purposefully melted a whole ice cream container, just to pour it all onto his head.

Said person was Scorpius Malfoy. Scorpius was the meanest Hufflepuff you'd ever meet. He acted like a Slytherin, talked like a Slytherin, and his father was a Slytherin. But he was a Hufflepuff. He was nice if you got to meet him, but he also got a lot more freedom of pranks to play on you if you got to know him well enough.

Scorpius Malfoy and Albus Potter were best friends. They knew each other very well.

But the stuff wasn't ice cream. It melted far less messily, and didn't smell like anything. Oh no, were they making scentless ice cream now? How unappealing...

Curiosity continued to gnaw at the young Ravenclaw, and he slowly sat up, still with his eyes closed. He'd wiped away most of the stuff, but it could've been ink or something. Scorpius was also very good at Potions.

Albus cracked open an eye. His eye refused to stay open in the dim morning light, and shut itself involuntarily. After a minute or two of blinking very, very slowly, the boy opened his eyes, and fixed the little droplet on his nose with an annoyed glare. Then he realized he'd gone cross-eyed by staring so intently at his nose, and chose to instead observe his fingers.

It looked like water. It didn't smell like anything. It was cold. But was it water? Albus frowned.

What kind of water melted?

As realization made an appearance, he practically face palmed. Really, he wondered how on Earth he'd even gotten into Ravenclaw sometimes.

But the true reason that Albus hadn't smacked himself in the face was that he was staring wide-eyed at the window. He gaped openly at the marvelous sight before him. He only closed his mouth when he caught himself drooling. Oh, the dangers of gaping, how great they were.

He looked around carefully. None of the other boys seemed to have woken up. He checked his watch. It was seven-fifty.

As good a time as any, he thought, as he excitedly pulled his shoes on, not even bothering to put on socks first or to change out of his pyjamas. He practically skipped out of his room, but that would've woken up the others. He was tempted to jump from one of their beds to the other until they all woke up, telling them all about how wonderful it was. But the voice at the back of his head, the Ravenclaw in him, told him how bloody stupid that would've been, so he didn't.

Right before stepping through the door, he doubled back to quickly stick his head out the window at a precarious angle. More of the stuff melted onto his face. He gave a little squeal of joy, his green eyes widening in amazement.

And then Albus grabbed his favourite blue robe and flew out the door.

Scorpius Malfoy was snoring contentedly in his bed, not a bother in the world. A fireplace made tiny snapping sounds in the far back of the room, and the window was closed, and locked because Scorpius despised windows. There was almost a peaceful blue glow to the room, giving it the appearance of a calm little sanctuary. Unbeknownst to Scorpius, this pretty little effect was being created by the maltreated window.

And that very effect was promptly destroyed as an infectiously cheerful Ravenclaw came bumbling into the room. He was probably trying to be quiet, but he failed miserably as he was simply so jolly that morning.

"Scorpius! Scorpius get up!" he called softly.

Somewhere in Scorpius' mind, he could see a little blue-green blob chirping merrily. Perhaps it was a bird that had flown through the window.

Window?

"No, no windows..." mumbled the still-out-of-it little Hufflepuff. This caused Albus, as the noisy Ravenclaw was indeed Albus, to frown. But he instantly forgot and went back to poking his friend in the cheek with his finger. As soon as Scorpius stirred again, he stopped and waited.

All the other Hufflepuffs had woken up as Albus had made an entrance, and a few of them went back to sleep, being used to the unexpected visits. A few stayed awake, entertained by the show. They were amazed at how Scorpius was still asleep. Then again, he had been chatting ceaselessly with Albus until three in the morning.

Scorpius stirred again, and blinked open his eyes. His looked around blearily, not quite understanding why he'd woken up. Then he looked to his right and jumped a little with surprise as Albus stared at him from over the mattress, crouching on the floor in an oversized robe, with a grin so happy it was frightening plastered on his face and eyes open so wide you could see all the white around the green.

"Albus, what-" he mumbled groggily. Albus didn't let him finish.

"It's snowing, Scorpius," he said simply, and a little darkly, still with his freakish smile. He didn't seem to even blink as he sat still as far as Scorpius could tell. Scorpius stopped glaring at his friend and glanced at the window. It was indeed snowing, and everything outside had been bleached. So what? It was winter, so the sky cried frozen tears. It happened every year, right?

"Al... s'like five in th'morning... g'back t'bed..." he slurred. He knew that is very well wasn't five in the morning, because no five in the morning in winter would've been that bright.

And if it were five in the morning, that little Ravenclaw boy would still have been passed out in bed, as most of the other twelve year olds would've done by that point.

"Scorpius-"

"I mean it, go away-"

"It's snowing-"

"I'm well aware of the fact, thank you-"

"Snowing..." The boy was starting to scare Scorpius by that point. Had he slept enough? He did a quick count. It was probably around eight o'clock or something, and he had gone to bed at three... that was only five hours of sleep. Which meant that they should both have still been sleeping. He looked closer at the boy. Beneath his crazed expression were dark circles and a pale complexion.

"Al, go to bed." Albus blinked heavily.

"But, Scorpius, it's snowing..." His speech was getting slower. That was the first sign of adrenaline leaving the body. Well, it probably wasn't, but Scorpius thought it was.

"Al. Really. You're going to faint on my floor of you don't. Now get."

"But, Scor-"

"Go."

"Snowing..." Albus' eyes were really drooping now; it was only a matter of time. Well, getting him to leave was now out of the option.

"Al," Scorpius said, well aware that he was also quickly tiring, "just... go..." Scorpius yawned. He inwardly cursed his yawn, now he was going to sleep. He didn't want to sleep! He wanted to torture someone...

Albus caught himself nodding and his head had slipped off the mattress. He still had a small smile on his face.

"Pretty snow..." Scorpius frowned. Albus was definitely the weirdest person while half-asleep that he'd ever known. Just then, Albus' eyes finally shut, and he fell sideways until he was lying on the floor, promptly falling asleep. And the crazy Ravenclaw was contained.

Scorpius paused before going back to sleep himself. Was he really asleep, or was he just acting so that he could sneak up on innocent snoozing Hufflepuffs again?

Scorpius slid his hand off the bed and searched around blindly until he found Albus' arm. He prodded it gently, and, satisfied with its unresponsiveness, he calmly turned around to face the other Hufflepuffs in his room. All that were awake had on very amused faces, and simply grinned back at him.

"How he got into Ravenclaw, I'll never know," one muttered to himself.

Scorpius snuggled into his blankets and promptly fell asleep.

But not before a final thought. He knew that Albus got into Ravenclaw for his hidden brilliance. That hidden brilliance made him Scorpius' friend and not his enemy.

We all seek brilliance, but we rarely acknowledge the different types of brilliance that there are; it's not all wit and logic and spontaneous ideas.

Scorpius smiled in his sleep. Albus was brilliant indeed.

A worthy Ravenclaw.

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It wasn't that bad, now was it? Come on~...

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