Title: Which of Albus Potter's Relatives Scorpius Malfoy Might Get Along With in the Future

Grouping: Albus/Scorpius/Lysander

Rating: G (What is this letter?)

Summary: Scorpius is tired but still willing to go to the weekly Weasley dinner.

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: ~1700

When Scorpius got home late Sunday afternoon he was tired and he was cold. He had had to go handle some impromptu work issues on Saturday, not long after Mop had left, and it had taken him and his colleagues a lot longer than expected and proven far more difficult as well. He headed to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat and frowned when he heard a voice that belonged to someone other than his bondmates and father. When he stepped inside he was greeted with the sight of James Potter sitting with Lysander and Mop.

Lysander turned when the other looked up at him and gave Scorpius a quick one over. "Scorpius, you're back," the man said, looking both relieved and somewhat pissed.

I did tell him I was only going to be a few hours... Rather than over a day.

"Everything all right?"

"Yes," he nodded, as he made his way over to them. "Potter, I suppose I should have expected you to stop by."

"I reckon you should have," Potter nodded. "You look like shit Malfoy."

"Wonderful observation," he deadpanned, as he took a seat beside Lysander. He gestured at the other blonde's drink. "Coffee?"

"Hot chocolate," Lysander said.

He frowned and looked over at Mop. "What do you have there?" he asked.

"Why don't you just get your own coffee?" Mop frowned, as he hugged his mug closer.

"Can't be bothered to wait for it to brew," he said. "And I take it you do have coffee."

"Colombian... Black," Mop said slowly.

"Perfect," he said.

Mop reluctantly slid the mug his way and he nearly smiled at how warm the mug felt on his palm. "Only because you look as if you need it," Mop mumbled.

Scorpius nodded distractedly as he sipped at the dark liquid. He relished the way it warmed his throat down to his stomach and, felt the chill that had stayed with him being replaced with a blooming heat for the moment. Hopefully the coffee would keep him awake as well as warm. He had already had more than enough Awakening potion for someone who had not been drugged or anything of the sort.

"Have you eaten as yet?" Lysander asked.

"No, not yet," he said, as he set the mug down. "That's why I came to the kitchen actually."

"Well, we'd like you lot to come to supper at the Burrow today," Potter said. He looked as if he was daring Scorpius to turn it down. He probably should but he would not.

"We being James and Gran mostly," Mop clarified. He pulled his coffee away from Scorpius and frowned when he looked at just how much Scorpius had drunk. Scorpius shrugged at the man in response. "Dad and Mr. Malfoy went last week, and are likely to go again this week, so Gran flooed me today asking if we'd go. I said yes."

"Brilliant," he muttered. He was looking forwards to getting some sleep tonight but he reckoned that was a lost cause.

"My family's going as well," Lysander added. "You can floo Astoria too I reckon."

"She'd prefer something more private. It's fine," he said with a dismissive wave. "What time?"

"Half six," Potter said. "Well, that's when we normally head there. Supper itself usually starts at seven."

"Seven..." Scorpius muttered. "That's two hours from now."

"Half six," Mop clarfied. "Hour and a half."

"All right," he nodded and rose from his seat. "I'm going to get some rest. I'll have one of the elves wake me in time to get ready."

"Hob-"

"I'm tired Mop, and that coffee has yet to kick in," he said. "Unless you want me to fall asleep at the table?"

Lysander frowned and Mop nodded and leaned back. Scorpius headed in the direction of his room his room but the older Potter followed him out.

"Malfoy," Potter said. "A word."

"Potter," he acknowledged, as he stopped.

"At first I was going to give you the usual, 'If you hurt my brother I'll hex your bollocks off' speech but I'm not sure I fully need to. You two get on a lot better than I expected you would. Don't bollocks it up. Threats still stand though."

"You've hardly seen us interact, Potter," Scorpius pointed out. "I never took you as one to be able to read a person with such little information. Dragon Keeping's done you well. That is what you do isn't it?"

"It is. And when last I saw the both of you, Al would have never handed you his drink, much less drink from it afterwards. And you wouldn't have even asked for it in the first place," Potter said. "And admittedly, I'd expected you to make a fuss about supper, but you didn't."

"You don't particularly want me at supper. You just wanted to see my reaction," he murmured.

Potter shrugged. "Maybe. And our family is pretty blood big so-"

"It wouldn't hurt to get on their good side," he finished. "You're an odd one, Potter."

"Heh, I'll leave you to your rest," the man said.

"So, have you lot been getting along better, now that you're bonded?" George Weasley asked.

They were having supper in the backyard since there were so many people in attendance. Scorpius rather thought it a good idea considering the way they had to scavenge for seats the last time. He was not sure how he had wound up helping the bloke transfigure chairs outside but he reckoned it was better than helping Mop's mother with the lighting.

"Mop and I don't quarrel quite as much, if that's what you mean," he replied. "How many seats do we need exactly?"

"Exactly? I dunno," the man shrugged. "And what do you mean 'if that's what I mean'?"

"Because I don't see anything else you could be curious about in regards to our bondship," Scorpius said, transfiguring another chair.

"Bondship... Why not call it a relationship and be done with it?" George asked. There were far too many Weasleys for him to think of them via their surnames.

"I wouldn't say the definition is applicable just yet," he said. "Mop and I-"

"And why don't you just call him Albus now?" George interrupted. "Don't you think you two should drop the name calling?"

"That's only likely to happen if we reach the point where I could call what we have a relationship," he said. "I rather think there are enough seats for the moment. Are we to transfigure the tables as well?"

"If? What happened to when you two have a relationship?" George frowned, narrowing his eyes at Scorpius.

"Because there's no guarantee that we won't simply become complacent with one another. The bond is mostly physical," he explained.

"Are you even trying to get along with him?" George glared.

"... Our bond is still young. We aren't going to get along overnight. It'll take time, especially since Mop and I are going at this a bit backwards," Scorpius said. "And it seems as if everyone is overlooking the circumstances of this bondship. It happened at Beltane and we've barely had time to sort ourselves out properly after what almost happened, let alone our issues with one another. Not to mention that there are three of us. I'm sure you can imagine how difficult it would be for just two people to be thrown into this all of a sudden. Now add another person to that."

George considered him for some time before he grinned and slapped him on the shoulder. Scorpius frowned at the man. "You have your moments Mini-Malfoy," George said.

"Mini-Malfoy..." he repeated, affronted.

"You've even got the blokes expressions down pat," George smiled. "All right, all right... Scorpius. Merlin, that's weird."

"Scorpius," Harry said from behind him. "I thought you'd be at home. Resting."

"When two of your sons came to the Manor to ask me here and Lysander's parents are making an appearance?" he asked.

"Point taken. But stick to tea tonight, yeah?" Harry said quietly. "George, odd to see you smiling with Scorpius."

"Even odder that I called him Scorpius," George laughed. He leaned nearer to Harry. "He didn't take too keenly to Mini-Malfoy."

"Neither did I," Draco drawled, as he walked up to them. He nodded at Scorpius. "Funny how you're able to use my son's given name and not my own."

"I rather enjoy calling you Ferret," the man teased.

"I've noticed, Weasel," Draco drawled.

"Of all the Weasley's for the Malfoy's to get along with it had to be George," Harry muttered. "I'm going to look for Jame-."

"George Weasley!" Mop's grandmother yelled. The man winced at the call. "Why aren't there any tables out yet? You'd better not be harassing those boys instead of setting up."

"I'm setting up! I'm setting up!" he yelled. "Blimey. Still yelling at me like I'm 16 and blowing up the kitchen."

Scorpius would liked to have thought that supper went a fair bit better than his first trip to the Burrow, but somewhere along the line he had begun to give automatic replies and bare minimum explanations as he floated between sleep and awareness. He had even forgone alcohol in an effort to keep himself up and had to focus on his breathing to give himself something to do. The tea had helped in keeping him a bit warm but he reckoned it was decaffeinated.

He was rather glad that tonight was not their debut to the families because it would have been a piss poor one with him so out of it. But the Scamanders already knew him and really the Potter and Weasley brood would need time to get used to him, they all already knew Lysander and Mop fairly well.

He fell into bed the moment they got to Mop's room. They had seen the man home and Scorpius could not be arsed to make it to the Manor. Whether or not he had even toed his shoes off did not even bother him.

"You all right, Hob?" Mop asked.

"Where's Lysander?" he mumbled into the bed.

"... In the loo," Mop replied quietly. "Taking a shower."

"Need something warm," he mumbled. The chill had not completely left him and he reckoned he should have gotten more rest earlier. It was a bit unorthodox but he could take Pepper-Up to burn it out of him, or he could just sleep for about a day until the counter potions he took earlier finished their work, but he needed to get to the office at some point. "Or Pepper-Up."

"Wh- Are you sick?" Mop asked, as he hesitantly laid a hand on Scorpius' forehead. "You're a bit cold. That's-"

"Just get it would you..." he mumbled. "'M tired."

He vaguely registered Mop summoning the potion and held out a hand as he propped himself up a bit. He managed to down the potion before lying back down. He felt his skin flush as the potion burned the chill out of him. Mop pulled the phial from his hand and tossed it in the bin.

"Thanks, Mop Head," he murmured, before sleep took him.