Title: When Albus, Scorpius and Lysander Went to Longbottom's Engagement Party

Pairing: Albus/Scorpius/Lysander (I need to find a new word instead of pairing.)

Rating: NC17 for sexual references.

Summary: The boys go to that engagement party they were talking about.

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: ~1600

"Mop," Scorpius said, as he gave the man a one over. "What are you wearing?"

"It's a casual engagement party, Hob," Mop said with a pointed glare. "Do you understand the concept of casual?"

"I do but since it's an engagement party I don't think you should look so painfully casual," he said.

Mop looked as if he had simply thrown on a shirt and some jeans, very washed out jeans that would likely begin to tear soon. If Scorpius had to put up with him for the rest of his life he would need to learn how to dress at least a smidgen better.

"I refuse to be seen with you in that," he said. "At least not for an event like this, or the purposes of our atten- Of my attending."

"I'm not changing," Mop protested. "The last time I had you two dress me it took far too long and I ended up wearing something else anyway because apparently it looked too good. I refuse to do this and we need to be on time."

"We can be fashionably late, what's the point of going when hardly anyone's arrived yet? The point of this is to simply get out there and have as many people bear witness to our first outing as a... as bondmates. It's the simplest way," he argued. "And it won't take long, Mop. I've already got an outfit in mind."

"I'm not going late and you are not dressing me- eek!" Mop yelped, as his shirt vanished. "MALFOY!"

"Calm your knickers," he said, as he went to his closet. He grabbed a cream button up and tossed it at the man before going to look for that dark green v-neck sweater Lysander owned.

"Yellow..." Mop said disbelievingly.

"There's hardly any yellow in that shade. It's practically off white," he muttered. He found the sweater and then sighed when he turned to face a still shirtless Potter. "I thought you wanted to get there early? Put the shirt on. And tuck it in."

Mop scowled at him and slid his arms in, muttering all the while. Once he had buttoned it up and tucked it in Scorpius handed him the sweater. When Mop was halfway into the garment Lysander walked in finishing up a loose ponytail and clad in only his towel.

"That looks better than what he came here wearing," the man said, with a nod.

"See," he said.

Potter pulled the sweater down and glared at him. "I still think changing was completely unnecessary and I'm still upset about you vanishing my shirt. See if I don't spill something that stains on this," Potter protested.

"Oi, that's my sweater," Lysander warned. "Al, don't you dare spill anything on it."

"Fine, I won't," Potter conceded. "But I'm going on ahead of you two. We're already late."

"Ten minutes isn't late," Scorpius pointed out. "And we should arrive together. Put on that black belt over there."

"It's not a party, Hob. There's no need to be fashionably late," Potter said, as he grabbed the accessory and slipped it on. "There do I look decent now?"

"Yes," said Lysander.

"Most definitely," Scorpius nodded.

"Al, when we get there do try not to glare at Scorpius," Lysander said, before turning to him as well. "That goes for you as well. I don't want to have to play mediator tonight."

"Could we get some sort of incentive?" he asked, as he eyed the man's bare arse.

"Incentive?" Lysander repeated.

"I say plug him so we don't have to take up time preparing anyone tonight," Mop said, as he watched Lysander's arse. Scorpius was inclined to agree with the bloke. "Anyway, I'm still going relatively on time. I'm off. See you lot there." The man disapparated not a second later.

"For fucks sake," he muttered.

"You expected him to listen to you about that?" Lysander chuckled.

"... Anyway, which plug do you want?" Scorpius asked Lysander with a wicked grin.

"Are you serious?" the man asked, despite the fact that he was smiling. "The beaded one."

"I'll get it," he said, as he turned. "But you're putting it in. We won't leave if I do it."

When they arrived at the engagement party a fair number of people were in attendance. Scorpius scanned the crowd for Mop and beside him Lysander did likewise. He spotted the man looking fairly annoyed with Lily and they headed in that direction. Someone must have mentioned them because Mop turned around shortly after. The man's eyes flickered to Lysander and then to Scorpius before his brow twitched upwards, no doubt wondering about the plug. Scorpius nodded and then Mop did something between a smirk and a smile as his eyes lit up.

"Evening ladies," he said, with a slight bow. "Gentlemen, Mop." Scorpius was proud of the fact that he had managed not to spit the pet name. He had almost made it sound like an endearment, almost.

"Lily, Sylvia, my dearest Cornelia," Lysander greeted, before he addressed the others. Lily gave him curt nod before looking away.

"You two took a shorter time than I expected," Mop said.

"It wasn't without effort," Lysander said. Scorpius recalled watching the man finger himself before sliding the plug into his arse. It had definitely taken him some effort not go and fuck Lysander right then. He could wait though.

"So, Lysander," Cornelia said. "Did you have anything to do with Albus' outfit? Because he looks more put together than normal."

"Oi!" Mop complained. Sylvia chuckled and a few of the other guests laughed.

Lysander gave an amused snort and shook his head. "I didn't," the man said.

"I reckon it was Amelia," said Nott.

Mop pushed his sleeves up nervously as he started to speak. "Actually, Amelia and I broke it off not too long ago," the man said carefully.

"Uh huh," Sylvia said slowly, her expression curious.

"It true," Lily confirmed, as she cast her brother a quick glare. The two had gotten along so Scorpius could see how she was upset. That did not stop it from being annoying though.

"I'm actually here with Lysander and Hob. They were just taking too long to get ready," Mop continued. He cast an annoyed glance at them. Scorpius gave a slight shrug. This entire explanation would have been less awkward if they had arrived together.

"Explain," Cornelia prompted.

"We bonded at Beltane," Scoripus said, as he moved to fix Mop's collar, the man had somehow neglected to pull one side from under the sweater. He had to give him credit for not completely flinching away though. "The three of us."

"You're on a lark," said Smith with a chuckle.

"He isn't," Lily confirmed. The tone of her voice brought Smith's amusement to a rather abrupt end.

"That wasn't on the list of things I expected..." Cornelia drawled. "And that means- That means you two have shagged each other. Well, is Albus any good?"

"Wh- Cornelia-" Mop sputtered.

Before he or Lysander could confirm or deny Mop's bedroom skills he was pushing them in the opposite direction.

"You two haven't actually greeted the engaged couple yet have you?" the man said. "That's a bit rude don't you think?"

"You're embarrassed," Lysander smiled, as they were guided away from the group. "That's cute."

"Or were you afraid of our answer?" Scorpius teased. "If you weren't a good fuck those trysts we had wouldn't have lasted quite so long, I'll admit that much."

"She's glaring," Potter muttered into his drink, as he tried to avoid Perret's harsh gaze.

"Of course she is, Mop. I'm surprised she hasn't tried to hex you as yet," Scorpius said, as he glanced over at her. She turned sharply away when their eyes met. "Or one of us even."

"Is that her brother coming over here?" Lysander asked. With a sigh the man nodded. "It is. There might still be some hexing, Scorpius. And I'd rather avoid that."

"Likewise," he and Mop said.

"Potter," the man spat. He was tall, medium build and very average looking. "A word?"

"Winston," Mop said. "Do you really think this is the place for this?"

"You're here now, so yes. A word," the man repeated, diligently ignoring both Scorpius and Lysander, and this time it was not a question.

Lysander stepped closer to Albus and looked calmly at the man. "Winston, I'm sure whatever you have to say to Albus you can say to us as well," the man said. "I don't quite think having him walk off with you is a good idea."

"Afraid he'll cheat on you as well?" the man taunted a bit too loudly. Mop flinched at that and Scorpius doubted the man would have been able to say anything for a few moments.

"No, actually," Scorpius said, as he looked at Perret's brother and spoke at a level others nearby could hear. "But after your sister lashed out at Mop the way she did, I don't think it's a good idea to have either of you alone with him."

"Don't want to have to heal him up again," he heard Lorcan comment from nearby. There was an increase in murmurs at that.

"Winston, this really isn't the time or the place," Mop said with a forced tone.

Winston glanced around and seemed to keep himself in check"... You stay the fuck away from my sister," the man warned, before he walked off.

"I need another drink," Mop muttered.

"How about you just imagine how much fun we'll have tonight once we get to the Manor," Lysander suggested.

"Let's go now then." Mop said far too eagerly.

Lysander chuckled and Scorpius shook his head. "How about we wait a bit so it doesn't look like you're running away from your guilt?" he said. He leaned in so he could whisper in the man's ear. "I'll even be so kind as to let you pull that beaded plug out of Lysander's arse."

Mop took a deep breath. "Beaded..." he rasped.

"Beaded," Lysander confirmed.

"We'll even use the pineapple flav-"

"All right. I reckon I can stay," Mop nodded.