a/n it kind of ran away from me this time, but oh well!
for the Best Friends Competition on the HPFC, and dedicated to the lovely jane =]
Albus & Scorpius ;; friendship ;; "one loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives"
The heavy green curtains rustle in the wind, parting in the centre to allow the tiniest sliver of moonlight to dart through into the dormitories, accompanied by the twinkle of fairy lights strewn around the grounds in preparation for the approaching holidays. A red headed boy in the corner moans and rolls onto his side, startling the blonde teenager who lies in the bed opposite, his perfectly carved eyebrows creased in thought. He seems to come to a decision, and turns towards his other side.
"Albus?" Scorpius asks, his voice a harsh whisper battling with the winds howling outside. Their dormitory is the highest of all, being seventh years, and the only one with a window that actually peers above ground. The rest have a view of the underground lake, a sight which has always seemed rather dismal to him.
A sigh reaches his ears, and he grins, knowing how snappy Al gets when he's woken up early. "If this is about you putting charmed mistletoe above the Herbology greenhouse entrance so you could have an excuse to kiss Rose, I've already stolen your cat in revenge. So unless you've come up with a way for me to skip the Weasley family dinner, let me sleep."
"That's not what this is about," Scorpius replies, his smirking grin thankfully hidden in the darkness. Albus likes to think of smirking as belonging to him – though clearly the Malfoy family patented it long before he did.
"What is it, then? Unlike some people, I can't survive being around the miscreants we're supposed to call students for an entire day, particularly if I haven't gotten more than an hour of sleep," Albus retorts in his usual not so cheery manner, his dark hair looking even more of a mess than normal. No matter what he does, he can't seem to keep his hair looking neat, unlike Scorpius' own chiselled platinum locks.
"No, I wanted to ask if you're still letting me come to the Weasley dinner even though you've been keeping Rose and me apart for weeks," he replies, torn between a cheeky grin and a dissatisfied frown. Just because he and Albus are best friends, and Rose and Albus are cousins, doesn't mean that he can keep Scorpius apart from his girlfriend. Or does it? He can never figure out Weasley/Potter logistics.
"That's why you woke me up? I'm in half a mind to poison your pumpkin juice in the morning," his best friend threatens, but Scorpius is so used to his threats that he doesn't even blink.
"You wouldn't do that. You wouldn't survive Christmas without me," he states, the smirk reappearing. "What is it you always say? Oh yes - one loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives, especially when that friend helps you through the horror that is a Weasley Christmas with said ten thousand relatives."
"Alright, I won't murder you tomorrow. I'm going to sleep now. Don't disturb me again, or Mr Fluffles gets it. I still have him hidden, you know." And with that parting statement, Albus rolls over, away from Scorpius, and goes back to sleep. Scorpius has only one regret – letting eleven year old Rose name his kitten Mr Fluffles when he acquired it six years ago. Really, what was he thinking?
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