Title: What Happened When Albus Severus Potter Finally Broke Things Off With Amelia Perret

Pairing: Albus/Scorpius/Lysander

Rating: NC-17 for semi-violence and swearing

Summary: Albus decides to break things off with Amelia, finally, after everything's pretty much messed up.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and publishers. No offense is meant by this fan fiction and this is made purely for fun.

Word Count: ~2000

"Well, Albus, what is it?" Amelia asked from the couch.

He sat in the chair and opened his mouth but only ended up tugging on his hair. He was supposed to see Healer Parkinson tomorrow and it was distracting him from the task at hand. "Amelia, I um..." he tried. He sighed. "We should break up."

"We should what?" she asked, with wide eyes. "Albus, what the bloody hell are you talking about? I thought things were-"

"I've been- Well I've been cheating on you to be completely honest. And I did manage to break it off but then things happened and-" he explained.

"You've been cheating on me?" she asked loudly, angrily, frighteningly, as she shot out of her seat.

"Wh- I- Yes," he admitted. "Listen, Amelia, I'm sorry. I did-"

"Don't you say you didn't mean to do it Albus. You said you were cheating on me. Not that you cheated on me. You've been buggering some... floozy, behind my back, repeatedly," she said, as she gestured wildly. "Who is it? Do I know her? What the fuck were you even thinking?"

"I- I wasn't... thinking, not really," he said, as he got up. "And yeah, you know... them. And they aren't-" he fumbled.

"Them?" she seethed. "Them, Albus, them? How many women have you been fucking?"

"Just two," he said. "And they aren't actually-"

"Oh, just two," she said sarcastically, as she stepped towards him. "Well then, I reckon just two is perfectly fine."

Instinctively he stepped back to keep the distance between them. "It's not like I expect you to forgive me or anything," he said.

"Good, because I really don't see how I can," she said, her voice cracking. "Fuck."

"Amelia," he said softly, "listen, I- You should know that I um- We sort of- I ran into them at Beltane and we may have- Well we did... bond..."

She sat back down in the couch again and shook her head. "Bond," she muttered. "You bonded with... them... the both of them?"

"Yeah, I did," he said.

"Are they pregnant?" she asked.

Albus felt himself flinch before he could even think to hide it and Amelia got up and paced the room. "Amelia, you should know that I didn't exactly bond with... women," he said nervously.

"You've been cheating on me with... men?" she asked. Her jaw dropped further and further as she began to comprehend that. "Albus, you're... gay?"

Why the fuck can't a bloke be bisexual? "Bisexual," he clarified.

"Who are they?" she asked.

"Amelia, I really don't think-"

"I'm going to find out sooner or later, Albus. You might as well tell m- Oh Godric," she said. Her face paled and she spun on her heel. She whipped back around and pinned him with her eyes. "Which one of you is pregnant?"

"Wh- I- We don't know if any of us are just yet," he said quietly.

"Who, tell me who," she demanded.

"... You aren't going to like it," he sighed.

"I already don't like it, Albus!" she snapped.

"... Lysander and... Hob," he admitted.

"Lysander and Malfoy?" she hissed. "You cheated on me with Scorpius Malfoy, of all people." She stepped slowly towards him and he moved back at the look in her eyes. "Malfoy, who you supposedly can't stand? Malfoy, who you argue with at every turn? Malfoy, who spits your name like its dirt?"

"Amelia, put the wand away," he said with deliberate calm. She had whipped it out with a speed he had never seen her use before. He moved his hand to his own but hers was already out and aimed at him.

"I trusted you, Albus. I trusted you and I cared for you and-"

"I cared for you too," he murmured, though in retrospect he probably should not have.

"Cheating on me, lying to me, those aren't attributed to caring for someone, Albus!" she barked at him. "Bloody hell- I- Diffindo!" She cast at him repeatedly.

Albus quickly cast shield charms but managed to get sliced on his side. He swore and blocked the melee of hexes that were being thrown at him. "Amelia! For fuck's sake calm down!" he yelled.

"Calm down?" she hissed. "Defodio!"

"Oi!," he yelped, as he blocked the spell. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Reducto!" she shrieked.

"Shit," he muttered, as he cast a shield charm. The force of the spell knocked him back and he groaned as he hit the bookcase. When he looked up a spell was hurtling towards him and he scrambled out of the way and dove behind a piece of furniture before focusing enough to disapparate to Grimmauld.

When he opened the door he heard the very distinct yelling of his mother. She was demanding that Harry tell her what happened to Albus and Harry was insisting that she should hear it from him herself. Well, that will be an interesting conversation, one he would rather have tomorrow, or the day after even. All he wanted right now was to heal up and have some peace and quiet, which clearly was not going to happen here.

"Did you hear the door?" Harry asked.

"Harry James Potter, will you stop trying to avoid speaking to me?" his mother said with false calm.

"I'm not- Bloody hell Ginny I'm not avoiding anything," his father said.

He heard footsteps coming towards the lobby and he swiftly went outside and apparated to Lysander's flat. He leaned on the doorframe and knocked tiredly. A few moments later the door opened and Lorcan was looking at him with wide eyes as he quickly ushered him inside. Apparently Lysander was out gathering research for his latest project. Their lives are fucked up but they still have to work.

The other twin sat him down in one of the chairs and Albus hissed when his back touched it. The man lifted his shirt and carefully peeled it away from the gash on his side. He winced as it aggravated the wound. Lorcan muttered an Episkey then cast the spell again and cleaned the wound with a Tergeo. After a while they decided on simply removing Albus shirt all together so that they could get to the bruises and Lorcan managed to find a few cuts that Albus had not noticed he had gotten. The man patched him up as best he could and rubbed some Bruise Removal Paste on his bruises and Star Grass Salve on the gash that had just barely closed.

"So, who hexed your arse?" Lorcan asked, as he helped Albus to Lysander's room.

"Amelia," he murmured.

"Ah, so you told her then," Lorcan said. "I don't need to ask how it went by the looks of you."

He grunted and pulled his trousers off. Blood had gotten on them and he did not want it to get on the bed. He sat down and sighed. "How'd you take it?"

"To be honest, I sat and stared at Lysander for a good few minutes before my brain could function again. But I don't particularly care about Lysander's sex life so it's fine I suppose, and he's been taking the proper potions and the like. He just, hasn't told Mum or Dad yet. Mostly because Dad'll probably throw a fit," said Lorcan. "Go on then, lie down. I'll see if we have anything here for the pain."

"This is so fucking stressful. And it's fine, Lorcan," he said, as he lay on his stomach. "The salve and the paste will patch me up just fine."

"You sure?" asked Lorcan.

Albus nodded and closed his eyes. "Some lavender oil for my headache would be good but it's not too overbearing so I can wait it out if it's too much trou-," he murmured.

"Twit," Lorcan muttered. "I'll get the oil."

"Thanks," he said.

"Lorcan!"

Albus was roused from his sleep at the sound of someone yelling.

"Lorcan, do I even want to know why there's blood all over this chair?" Lysander asked. Albus rolled onto the side that was uninjured and started to get up.

"Well, Albus came by and-"

"Albus? Is he all-"

"Yeah, I patched him up. He's-"

The door swung open and Lysander stopped short when he saw Albus. The man moved over to him and had him lie back in bed. He complained that he was fine now and that Lorcan had taken very good care of him but Lysander was not having it. He sighed and folded his arms under his face. His back was not hurting as much as before but he reckoned he should still lie on his stomach in the mean while. He watched Lysander send a Patronus to Malfoy, the animal disappearing into the wall.

"Was that a stag?" he asked.

"Hm, no, it's an elk. They're often mistaken as deer though," Lysander explained. "So, what happened to you?" He sat beside Albus and leaned back on the headboard.

Albus fiddled with the fabric of Lysander's trousers to distract himself. "I broke up with Amelia," he mumbled. "It was going sort of all right, all things considered, and then she sort of went mental when I mentioned Hob."

"Amelia attacked you?" Lysander asked. "You all right? Emotionally I mean."

He shrugged and turned his head to the other side and Lysander ran a hand gently through his hair before his began to toy with it. He knew it would not have played out well no matter what he had done or said to Amelia, but he had not expected her to practically try and kill him. It hurt but that was only fair considering how much she was likely to be hurting right now, because of him. And now he was lying in bed with Lysander and receiving comfort from one of the men he had cheated on her with.

Albus really was an arse, an arse that was now nuzzling the hand in his hair. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"What's happened?" he heard Malfoy ask. The man really needed to make some sort of noise when he Apparated. "Potter?"

"He told Amelia," Lysander said, when Albus did not reply, fingers still threading through his hair. "She lashed out."

"Is he all right?"

"He's awake, you can ask him," Lysander said.

"Potter," Hob called, in much the same way he usually would.

"I'm fine," he said.

"How badly did she hurt you?" the man asked. Albus heard a thump and a grunt. "What I meant was, how are your injuries?"

"They're fine," he said.

"Albus," Lysander said semi-sternly.

"My back just hurts a bit is all."

A few moments later he felt the bed sink. "Stay there," Malfoy instructed before Albus felt cool, moist hands glide over his back.

"What are you-" he started.

"Hush up," Malfoy said, as his hands coated Albus' back with something that smelled of mint.

Once he was covered with the... stuff... the man's hands worked his neck and moved down to his shoulders and back. Fingers worked the substance into Albus' skin and worked the tension out of his muscles. He swallowed and tried not to let himself get overly aroused by Malfoy's motions, but it was hard and he was getting hard. His breath became shallow and by the end of it he was fighting the urge to frot into Lysander's bed.

There was chuckle from beside him.

"Randy are we?" Lysander asked, as he still toyed with Albus' hair.

"I really don't think we should shag or anything just yet," he pointed out.

If he was developing a womb and producing an egg and all that he did not particularly want to provide any more of a chance of impregnation. Lysander nodded and let him be. Albus almost wished one of them would just fuck him regardless but that was his cock thinking, not his brain.

"Moving on," Hob said, "How's your back now?"

"Cool, soothed," he said. He turned his head and looked at Hob. The man simply nodded and cleaned his hands.

Lysander sighed. "It's as if you two really don't know how to speak normally to one another," the man said.

Albus squirmed and looked away again. Lysander was right. He and Hob did not know how to be civil towards each other without having to use severely clipped sentences. After a few beats he looked back at the blonde.

"Hob, I- Thanks," he said and looked away.