A/N: Draco's son's turn. So. With Scorpius I decided to do sort of a mixture of the "Away from Home" chapter and the "At the Burrow" chapter. On we go...

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

The Sleepover

"This is so cool!" Albus Potter enthused. "I've never had anyone other than my cousins stay the night at my house."

"It's not that much different from the dorms at Hogwarts," Scorpius Malfoy said dismissively, trying his best for an indifferent tone.

In truth he had never had someone stay over with him either and had certainly never stayed the night at a friend's house. He had never actually stayed the night anywhere other than home and Hogwarts. Until now.

He and Al had been having fun. It was bedtime now though and suddenly being faced with actually spending the whole night in this strange house seemed… daunting.

"It is different," Al argued, not noticing his best friend's apprehension.

Scorpius's stomach fluttered anxiously.

They talked for a while instead of sleeping and Scorpius had been starting to think it was okay. That he could do this. Albus fell asleep eventually though and Scorpius found that actually making himself sleep was another story entirely.

He couldn't relax.

All the shadows were unfamiliar. The sounds were unfamiliar.

At least when Al was awake he didn't notice those things as much.

Eventually, after Al had been snoring for a couple hours, Scorpius drifted into an uneasy sleep.

Distracted and uncomfortable as he was he didn't notice that he needed to pee and even if he had he would have dismissed it. It wasn't urgent, after all, and he didn't really want to venture out into the dark, strange halls…

His dreams were restless and stressful. He was wandering in long, unknown hallways and he didn't know how to get where he was going. He was looking for something but he wasn't sure what and there was an uncomfortable, leaning toward painful, pressure building…

After a time though, the pressure started to ease and he started to think maybe he had found whatever he was looking for…

Lying on his stomach on a cot in Al's room Scorpius peed into the bed without waking, finally relaxing. Urine soaked through his pajamas and sheets, seeping into the mattress and still Scorpius slept.

A half an hour passed before he woke suddenly, disoriented and confused and for a moment not remembering where he was. Al's gentle snores from the next bed reminded him and the next thing he noticed was that he seemed to be lying in a cocoon of wetness. His heart sank.

He hadn't wet the bed since… well actually he didn't remember ever wetting the bed.

So how and why did it happen now? What if Al found out?

Embarrassed tears pricked and threatened to spill.

Scorpius closed his eyes and tried to think. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't use magic outside of Hogwarts and without magic he didn't know how to clean. And even if he did the Potters would notice wet sheets.

There was nothing for it. He would have to at least tell Mr. or Mrs. Potter.

Scorpius's heart thudded painfully at the thought.

Slowly and carefully he got out of the cot, trying his best to stay quiet, to not wake Al. His pajamas were drenched and sticking to him. Even his shirt was wet. Scorpius didn't understand how he hadn't woken up. How did something like this just happen? He was eleven years old!

If there were any way he could take care of this secretly…

There wasn't though and, heart beating wildly, he poked his head out of Al's room and looked up and down the hallway for either of Al's siblings, not wanting to chance running into them when it was so obvious he had wet the bed.

James in particular would probably never let him hear the end of it… he didn't see any sign of James or Lily though and as quietly as he could he crept out into the hallway.

The house was quiet. Really quiet. It almost seemed empty and Scorpius was just wondering if he would have to face the humiliation of knocking on Al's parents' bedroom door when he noticed light spilling out of a slightly ajar doorway.

Mr. Potter's office.

Gingerly he crept closer.

"Alright," he heard Mr. Potter saying tiredly. "I'll file a report in the morning. Thanks for letting me know, Ron."

Inching forward and peeking through the crack in the door Scorpius saw Al's uncle Ron Weasley's head in the fire.

"No problem, mate," Mr. Weasley said easily. "Figured you should know right away. In other news though, we still on for tomorrow night?"

"Definitely. The kids are looking forward to having you guys over to ring in the New Year," Mr. Potter said. "Speaking of the kids, there's something I need to take care of so I'll see you tomorrow, all right?"

"Sure thing, mate. Good luck. Better you than me," Mr. Weasley said, grinning for an instant before his head disappeared from the flames.

Once he was gone Scorpius took a deep breath, trying to get up the courage to knock.

"You can come in, Scorpius," Mr. Potter's voice said softly and Scorpius jumped, startled. How had he known he was out here?

"S-sorry to bother you," Scorpius stammered, poking his head in the room but trying to hide his body and, more importantly, his wet pajamas.

What if Mr. Potter got angry?

"It's not a bother. Is something wrong?"

Mr. Potter's voice was kind enough but Scorpius's heart was hammering in his chest and he felt like he might be sick. "Um… it's just…" He trailed off, having trouble making himself say the words, his cheeks heating.

"Are you okay, Scorpius?" Mr. Potter asked, concerned, and Scorpius, to his dismay, felt tears spilling down his cheeks. His pants were sticking to his legs and he felt like a disgusting stupid little kid and he wanted to go home.

"I-I-I t-think I h-had an a-accident," Scorpius stuttered, and there was really no think about it, he knew, but he was nervous and upset and scared and that was how the words came out and he just wanted the floor to open up and swallow him.

"Accident?" Mr. Potter asked, sounding alarmed, and before Scorpius could try to formulate an explanation he had gotten up and pulled the door completely open.

For a few seconds Al's dad just stared at him, taking in the combination of his wet pajamas and tear streaked face.

"Ah," he said at last.

"I-I'm s-sorry," Scorpius whispered, humiliated. "I-I d-don't know how this h-happened."

"Really not a problem," Mr. Potter said gently, flicking his wand in Scorpius's direction and suddenly his skin and clothes felt wonderfully dry and clean. "The bed too, I take it?" Mr. Potter asked softly and miserably Scorpius nodded.

"Please don't tell Al," he begged tearfully, unable to help himself.

"I won't," Mr. Potter said reassuringly and Scorpius took a deep breath, still sniffling.

"I want to go home," he whispered and Al's dad nodded.

"You can if you really want to," he said softly. "But honestly Scorpius, I think you would regret it later. This really isn't a big deal, though believe me, I know it feels like it right now. You and I are the only two that have to know about it, though. And Al will be disappointed if you're not here in the morning."

Scorpius hesitated, unsure. He probably would regret it if he left, he knew Mr. Potter was right about that. Besides, if he left how would he explain it to Al later? He really felt like he wanted to be home though…

"Tell you what," Mr. Potter said, watching him and smiling a little. "How about we fire call your parents and you can talk to them. After that if you still want to go home that's fine. If not though, feel free to stay. Deal?"

Scorpius nodded, wiping tears from his face. "Deal."

It was his dad that climbed through the fire into Mr. Potter's office in answer of their call and the minute he straightened up Scorpius threw himself into his arms, feeling his dad stiffen in surprise for a moment before hugging him back.

"What's this about? What's wrong?" his dad asked, worried.

"I didn't mean to," Scorpius said, burying his face in his dad's cloak, starting to cry again against his will.

"You didn't mean to what?" his dad demanded. "What did you do to my son, Potter?"

"Mr. Potter helped me, he didn't do anything," Scorpius said quickly. He knew there was something between his dad and Al's dad and it hadn't occurred to him that this might make it worse. "I… I…"

And again he had trouble making himself say the words and his eyes filled with fresh tears and he looked at Mr. Potter helplessly.

"He wet the bed," Al's dad explained, mercifully coming to Scorpius's rescue.

"Wet the bed?" Scorpius dad repeated, shocked. "Scorp, that's not like you."

"I don't know how it happened. I was uncomfortable and scared and it was different and then I fell asleep and when I woke up I had peed in the bed and Mr. Potter did a spell to dry me and said I could see you if I wanted," Scorpius said in a rush, tears streaming down his face again and he could feel himself trembling and then all at once his dad pulled him into a hug.

Scorpius melted against him.

"What do you want to do now?" his dad asked after a minute, rubbing Scorpius's back reassuringly.

Scorpius sighed, opening his eyes to look at Mr. Potter.

Al's dad had been right. If he left he would regret it, and truthfully he felt a lot better now that he had seen his dad…

"Can I stay?" he asked in a small voice.

"If it's okay with Mr. Potter," his dad said carefully.

"Of course," Mr. Potter said immediately and Scorpius's dad nodded.

"You're okay then?" he asked Scorpius softly.

"Yeah. Sorry if I woke you," Scorpius muttered.

"You didn't," his dad assured. "I suppose I'll pick you up tomorrow then, huh?" So saying he pulled Scorpius in for another quick hug before nodding at Al's dad. "Potter," he said, his voice distantly polite and the two adults exchanged a look then that Scorpius didn't miss but also didn't entirely understand.

"Draco," Mr. Potter answered back and Scorpius saw his dad startle slightly, like he wasn't used to Mr. Potter saying his name and then, with one more glance at Scorpius, his dad was gone.

"Ready to go back to bed?" Mr. Potter asked softly.

"What if Al woke up? What if he's already seen the bed?" Scorpius asked, suddenly worried.

Mr. Potter smiled. "Al sleeps like a rock. I don't think you have anything to worry about."

Walking back to Al's bedroom with Mr. Potter, Scorpius felt his bladder twinge as they passed the bathroom and he hesitated, looking between Mr. Potter and the loo nervously.

Mr. Potter, of course, noticed. "Don't worry about me," he said lightly. "I can find Al's room on my own. When you're ready the bed will be waiting for you."

Blushing some Scorpius nodded. "Thanks, Mr. Potter," he whispered, not just meaning for the bed and Mr. Potter smiled again.

"Anytime."