A/N This chapter is extremely slashy . . and short . . and old . . and terrible. ... I'm sorry?
I own nothing except the shame.
The Great Hall was buzzing with chatter the next morning. The delectable smells of bacon, biscuits, sausage, and a whole assortment of different jams wafted through the air along with the actual food on a few occasions.
Albus and Scorpius slipped through the throngs of students crowding the entrance and made their way towards the group sitting at the Gryffindor table. Both slid into their seats just as James finished recounting another prank he had pulled to the Weasley twins.
"-and then he was covered from head to toe in chicken feathers. He had no idea what happened!" The group erupted into laughter while the twins gave James high fives and slaps on the back.
"He had a pretty good idea after you fell to the floor laughing like a mad man," Teddy added.
The group continued their conversations for the next few minutes before trouble approached their table.
The people across from Scorpius suddenly grew quiet and started to look apprehensively over his head. Scorpius felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see none other than his own father staring back at him. His own younger father that is. Draco was flanked on both sides by Crabbe and Goyle. Both frowned at the group with their trade-mark dumbfounded at the whole world looks.
Draco sneered at Harry then, unknowingly, addressed his son. "I wanted to ask who you are." He said lessening his sneer just enough to look sincere at his clone. "And if by chance we're related. The chances being slim if you're consorting with the likes of them." He sent the group a scathing look.
"I'm Scorpius, and no I don't think we are." Scorpius answered. He was the epitome of calm and collected even as his father eyes narrowed. Scorpius felt the urge to smack himself when he noticed how Draco's stare lingered on his emerald green sweater poking out from beneath his robes. He really should have worn less conspicuous clothes.
"Thank Merlin for that." Draco finally muttered as he and his gang made back towards the Slytherin table.
Albus watched the other Malfoy walk away. He then turned to Scorpius with a serious face. "I hate to say it Score, but your dad is hot."
Harry started to choke on his cereal. Both Ron and James spit out their drinks. Neville was close to fainting. The rest of the group just stared back at Albus with shock and horror.
"That's disgusting Al! He's my father!" Scorpius said flabbergasted.
"So am I not to appreciate the man who gave you your good looks? You're like twins!"
Scorpius just stared down at his toast and kept his mouth shut. He didn't trust himself not to cause another scene in the Great Hall.
"Blimey Harry," Ron muttered.
"This is brilliant!" James laughed. "I'm telling Drakey at the next dinner party."
Scorpius looked up sharply at James. "Shut it Potter. You're not telling anyone anything!"
It's like that song," James continued ignoring him. "The one from that old muggle CD Hugo's got." Scorpius face was turning redder by the second. James grinned, sending Al an evil look, and started to sing. "Scorpy's dad has got it going on. He's all Al wants and he's waited for so long. Scorpy can't you see-"
At that moment Scorpius had launched himself across the table at James. James tried to escape, but a well-placed jellylegs charm made him face plant to the ground. The Great Hall watched as Scorpius jumped onto James and both boys started to roll between the two tables.
"Al help! Your boyfriend's trying to steal my virtue!" James called out between punches. Albus did nothing as James received a well placed hit in the face for his incompetence. Neither boy noticed as McGonagall and Lupin walked briskly towards them.
"This is unacceptable behavior!" McGonagall yelled sternly as Lupin pulled the two apart. "Detention. My office, tonight." Both boys glared at each other then went back to their seats.
The rest of the Hall went back to eating their breakfast as the group sat in silence. They were just about to relax back into the calm they had before, until all hopes for it were soon shattered.
Score turned to Al, his face giving no hints on what was working in his devious Slytherin brain. "Well I guess its okay you think that Al," Scorpius said, "Because I think your dad is hot too."
Harry promptly fell out of his seat.