Megga small section, just to set some rules... I've changed everything. All the kids ages are diffrent, as in I'm having James and Rose in the same year, Hugo in the Year Below them, Albus & Scorpius a year below him and Lilly? Meh, not dicided yet. Probs the year below them. Just because. Also, I don't care if things are inaccurate. I don't write for that, I have no love life of my own so this is how i get mahh jollies! haha I have no time for research!
IF YOU'RE ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO CARE ABOUT ACCURACY THEN THIS STORY IS SOOOOOOO N-O-T FOR YOU HAHAHA! :3
it all starts in the chapter after this.
Enjoy!
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HLW
Christmas was a dud. Whilst it was nice to get away from school and just chill with the family, time off always seems to drag after the first several weeks, especially when one's mind is fixated upon something… or someone; and Albus' mind firmly fixated on Scorpius Malfoy. (But not in a gay way, because he wasn't gay… Honest.) As it stood there was one day left until he returned to Hogwarts and he had come to the conclusion that he had to Scorpius, the only logical explanation for his fixation was that he wanted to be friends with the blonde and constantly thinking about him was his minds way of letting him know. Now the only thing left to figure out is how to talk to the boy. He was just thinking through different scenarios when his dad came and sat beside him on the couch
"What's up with you? You look like someone stole your tuna sandwich." Albus raised an eyebrow,
"I hate tuna and it's James who doesn't share his food; I'm Ablus, remember?" Harry rolled his eyes,
"That doesn't answer my question."
"How do you talk someone you've never talked to before?"
"Ahh, so it's one of those kind' of problems. After James, I hoped never to have to have this talk again but here goes… You see, Albus, when two people love each other very much, they tend to show that love by…"
"Ohh God, dad no! No no no no no! I already know all about that, I just can't figure out how to approach someone who I wouldn't usually talk too. Nothing about sex, I already know everything I need too, thank you very much."
"Ahh, well that saved me a hassle. So this person, what are they like? In the general hierarchy of Hogwarts, where does she stand?"
"This person is the person who everyone loves." He sighed, "The person who everyone clamours to be near and get with but who doesn't seem to realise the effect they have on people or even that half the school's boys and girls are fighting for their attention." Harry scoffed,
"Sounds like Malfoy,"
"What?" Replied Albus, perhaps a little faster than was strictly necessary.
"When we were in school that person was Draco Malfoy, still is in today. I had a meeting with him the other day to discuss several matters and in the space of two hours he got two glasses of wine, a shrimp cocktail, a bottle of champagne and a marriage proposal... by the time we left the restaurant I was wasted yet he was still in perfect control of himself, how he manages it I'll never know."
"Yes, well… Back to my problems?"
"Well, have you tried saying hello?"
"Hello, that's your great advice; say hello?"
"Well what better way to start a conversation." The man had a point, nothing was stopping him just going up to Scorpius and saying hello…
"Well what do I say after I say hello?"
"How about 'I'm Albus?'"
"Ohh come on dad, they know my name."
"So you've spoken before?" Albus looked pointedly at his shoes,
"Kinda." Harry scoffed,
"Kinda? How can you kinda talk to someone?"
"It wasn't so much as talking as I slapped them in the face before burning off their eyebrows." Harry snorted,
"How… How did you… What?"
"We were in potions… You know how hopeless I am at potions."
"Good point, have you apologised?"
"That's the thing, they weren't mad… Just laughed and said it gave them a chance to try out a new healing charm; they're so nice to everyone it's slightly intimidating." Albus cringed inwardly, he was purposely using the word "they" in attempt to conceal the fact they were talking about a boy from his father but it somehow offended his concept of correct English.
"I have no idea what to say to you, son except be yourself and good luck. I'm sure she'll love you just as much as you love her."
"Dad, I don't… you know what, never mind you suck at this. So do you and Mr Malfoy work with each other a lot?" Harry shrugged,
"A fair amount, there's a lot of overlap between my job and his… well one of his. Although, I think I may have upset him."
"Why?"
"I don't know, son" He said, wrinkling his brow. "Last time we had a meeting he was just so quiet, seemed like all he wanted to do was get me drunk so he could leave as soon as possible; didn't even walk me back to the HQ like he usually does, I may have to owl him." Albus laughed, his father sounded like such a woman.
"I wouldn't take it personally, Scorpius seemed pretty upset the day we were finishing term; Perhaps it's a family thing?"
"Yes, well its times like these I wish I read the prophet." Albus rose to his feet and smiled,
"I really should finish packing, I want to get there early tomorrow with the hopes of getting a cabin; did you know that James and Lilly still have books to get? Regardless, night father!"
"Good night, son." And with that, he left to finish packing.
