Draco Malfoy was not happy. He was in the middle of a meeting with his boss, Randolf Meyer, the head of the auror department, when Lily Potter's hex began to take effect.
His crisp, clean white shirt suddenly turned brown, with black spots; his beige trousers did the same thing. Of course, he didn't notice until Meyer began to snicker behind his hand. Draco's own hands had started to tingle, and when he glanced at them, he gasped.
His palms had grown little black pads, and the backs of his hands were covered in thick fur.
When he looked up again, he noticed his boss had grown considerably taller. Matter of fact, he was still growing!
"Sir, I assure you this is unintentional. I really have no idea what's going- ouch! That smarts." A pointed ear had sprouted from the top of his head. "Sir, do you know what this-" The second ear popped up. "Sir! Please help- meow!"
And now Meyer was free to laugh uncontrollably loud, because Draco Malfoy had turned into a kitten.
He wasn't paying attention to the lecture. Honestly, how could he when the object of his affections was a mere three seats away?
Said object had no idea he was being watched by startlingly green eyes, or he would have turned around and stared back.
It was just that he never really got to watch Scorpius interact with their peers, but now he was here, staring unabashedly at the back of an impeccably well-groomed blonde head.
He was so enthralled by watching the boy, he was jolted when the professor called out his name.
"Mister Potter, would you care to explain to the class what it is that you are staring at?"
And because he still wasn't quite out of his trance, Albus instantly replied with, "Scorpius Malfoy."
After his shower with Albus, Scorpius had gotten dressed, fixed his hair with a drying charm and plenty of product, then headed down to breakfast. Once there, he had eaten the same thing he ate every day: an English muffin with Strawberry jam, an apple, and a glass of water. He rose from the Gryffindor table, smiled casually at Albus, and then left for the greenhouses. So far, today had gone excellent.
He was waiting for the moment it would all go wrong.
You see, very seldom can Scorpius, or any Malfoy for that matter, have a day in which absolutely nothing goes awry.
And here he was, calmly doing his work, when he hears the professor address Albus. He waited for the smart-ass reply he knew was coming.
"Scorpius Malfoy."
It took all his self-control not to whip around in his seat. It was only when his female classmates begin to giggle did he slowly turn to face the boy.
Albus was flushed bright red, a shade that proudly displayed his Weasley genes. The professor was wide-eyed, and kept glancing between the two boys.
Scorpius merely shot Albus a glare, though it lacked its usual heat, then turned around again.
He would not blush. He would not blush. He would not blush.
The warmth on his cheeks told him he was bright scarlet.
James couldn't breathe. This secret- this awful, terrible secret- was gnawing at him from the inside. His brother was with Malfoy; the thought made him cringe.
How long had this been going on? Who else knew? Were they even dating? And most importantly, which one tops?
He stopped in his tracks. The other students in the corridor pushed around him and grumbled, but James didn't care.
He had to know one thing: Did Lily know?
He took off towards the Ravenclaw tower. He knew she had a free period right now, and would most likely be reading in front of the fireplace.
He decided right then that if she didn't already know, he would bloody well tell her.
A/N: This is more of a filler chapter to lead into chapter nine. I know, I know, sucky chapter, but I have 9 ready to go. I'll probably post it later this week.
Next time on NBTT: James finds Lily, Albus and Scorpius fight, and Draco seeks revenge.