CHAPTER 2:
The Spicy Chicken Dance
Finally, after falling asleep several times in that lesson, Binns told them all to go.
Thank Merlin he thought to himself Just a few more hours and I can get something to eat!
The next few hours were spent with him, James, Hugo, and Fred playing several games of wizards chess against each other, all of which Hugo won, thanks to him inheriting his dads talent for the barbaric game.
His mind wandered to his earlier lesson, the few brief moments of eye contact he had shared with Scorpius Malfoy. As much as he didn't want it to, even the thought of him made him blush.
This cannot be happening. This cannot be happening. I cannot have a crush on Scorpius. I cant. I wont.
He sighed loudly, attracting some stares from a passing group of giggling first year girls. After gazing at him for a moment they rushed up the stairs, their high pitched squeals penetrating his brain.
He barely noticed his families voices as they looked at him in concern.
"Alby? You alright?"
"Whats up little bro?"
"Albus? Whats wrong?"
He sighed again as he lowered his feet to the floor, which had previously been kicked up casually on the table in front of them. "Nothing, guys, im fine. Im going to dinner."
Ignoring the surprised looks on his relatives faces, he walked quickly out of the common room, practically sprinting down to the great hall.
He was pretty sure he knocked a third year down the stairs, but he honestly didn't care.
He wanted to see Scorpius.
He didn't know why he suddenly had a tiny, ok, maybe not so tiny crush on this boy, but he knew he did. Maybe it was the way his pale blond hair shone when the sun hit it, or maybe it was the way his grey eyes lit up when someone mentioned Quidditch.. Maybe it was the way his lips rose higher on one side than the other when he smiled, or how his muscles rippled when he stretched.
Needless to say, Scorpius Malfoy was one of the school's heartthrobs. Mainly to the girls, but now, he was affecting Albus in a way he never though a Slytherin could.
As he rushed into the Great Hall and slid into a seat at the Gryffindor table, his eyes scanned the Slytherin bench to find that unmistakeable mop of messy blond hair.
He spotted him almost immediately,, and was shocked to find that his eyes were already trained on Albus, staring at him.
He tried to act casual, grabbing a chicken leg from in front of him and biting into it, all the while keeping his gaze locked onto Scorpius'.
Ahh! Ahh! Spicy! Put it down! Put it down!
Fire ripped through his throat, burning his mouth as he spluttered. That was some spicy chicken.
He grabbed his cup of pumpkin juice, emptying it onto his tongue. Nothing. Still felt like a wildfire was blazing under his lips.
He hopped up, jumping up and down, fanning his mouth in an effort to cool it down.
All around the hall students were staring in shock, some of them laughing, as one of the most popular guys in school leaped around flailing his arms, mouth wide open in a pathetic attempt to cool his feiry mouth down.
Eventually, after a few minutes of frantic leaping, dousing his head in pumpkin juice and yelling very rude words, the flame in his throat subsided.
He stood there, grinning bashfully at the rest of the hall, their shocked expressions only confirming how stupid he had looked.
Over a din of intermingled voices asking him what the hell he had just done, one swam above the rest, coming from right behind Albus' head.
"Sexy dance there Potter."
It was Scorpius Malfoy.