Title: How Albus, Lysander and Scorpius Managed Their First Argument as Bondmates

Grouping: Albus/Scorpius/Lysander

Rating: PG13 for swearing

Summary: Lysander's pissed and soon Albus will be too.

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: ~1200

Albus yawned and rubbed an eye as he went to get his robe. He had managed to go to the flat while Amelia was a work and grab... most his things, some of them were broken to the point that he did not even want to attempt a Reparo. He glanced at the bed and frowned at Hob. It was not like the bloke to stay asleep while other people moved about around him much less for him to sleep in on a work day.

He slipped on his robes and looked over at the door when he heard Lysander walk up. The man was looking at Hob in much the same way he had, except he seemed a bit upset as well.

"He's probably just tired," Albus said.

Lysander looked at him and then back at Hob. "Hmph," he huffed. "Right."

He frowned but did not ask. "I think he might have caught a cold," he said. "Asked for some Pepper-Up last night."

"Pepper-Up?" Lysander asked. Albus nodded. "He didn't look to have a cold..."

The blonde went over to the bed and rested a hand on Hob's head, then shook his own after a moment. "Anyway, I reckon we'll find out when we get back home," Lysander said.

"I can have Kreacher watch him if you'd like," he offered. The man looked as if something was bothering him.

Lysander nodded and grabbed his wand from the side table. "Yeah, do that. Thanks."

When Albus got home that evening he heard a bit of yelling coming from his room. He walked carefully towards the door and saw Hob and Lysander glaring at each other. This was a fairly awkward situation for him considering he had never really seen them argue before. He decided it was better not to barge in but he was bloody curious so he went and leaned on a wall nearby.

"Lysander, you're overreacting," Hob said.

"Over- Overreacting, Scorpius? Overreacting? Because from how I'm looking at it you were gone for over a day, instead of the few hours you'd claimed, without even a word, and came home looking like thestrals ran you over and didn't think to tell me you'd gotten hit with something," Lysander spat.

Albus frowned and looked back at the door. Hob had gotten hurt?

"It was nothing serious," Hob snapped. "I had it under control. I was fine. I just needed to rest."

"You should have told me you were injured," Lysander said. "Or Albus even. You went and asked him for Pepper-Up potion anyway, might as well."

"I'm sorry, are you upset that I asked Mop for the Pepper-Up and not you," Hob asked incredulously. "You weren't in the room at the time for me to ask."

"Don't be a prat," Lysander said sternly. "I'm upset that you didn't say anything, to anyone."

"For Merlin's sake, I dealt with it. I was recovering. It wasn't of import-"

"It was bloody important!" Lysander snapped. "What if something had happened? None of us would have known what the bloody hell was going on and if we had to carry you to St. Mungo's-"

"The Healer's would have identified the curse eventually if that had happened. It's their bloody job," Hob said.

"... What did you get hit with?" Lysander asked.

Albus moved so that he was closer to the door. He was curious about what had happened as well. Hob had been exhausted last night and had had a slight chill to him but he had not expected it to be anything too serious considering that had spent most the night outside anyway.

"It doesn't quite matter right now, does it?" Hob said. "I've recovered. It's past. We don't need to keep talking about thi-"

Lysander sighed loudly. "You're so- fucking frustrating sometimes Scorpius. It's not as if I'm asking you what you went and did. That's work and it's classified, I know that. I'm asking you what the fuck you got cursed with."

"... Bone Chilling curse," Hob muttered after a few beats.

"What?" Albus breathed, as he stepped into the doorway. Hob could have very well frozen to death yesterday.

"Albus," Lysander gasped.

Hob sighed and rolled his eyes. "Brilliant," he muttered.

"Why'd you go to the dinner?" Albus asked. "You seriously needed to- How did you even know the Pepper-Up would work?"

"You too?" Hob complained. "I went to dinner because it was important and I could handle it. As for the Pepper-Up... the curse isn't... unknown to me, all right. I have the necessary knowledge to deal with it should I come across it and I had already taken the necessary steps."

"You've been hit with it before?" Lysander breathed, turning in frustration before snapping back around. "For Merlin's sake. I thought you agreed to tell me when work was getting dangerous, Scorpius."

"It's- Lysander, it hasn't reached that point," Hob said. "And no, I haven-"

"Oh, because nearly freezing from the inside-out isn't at all dangerous," Albus said.

"Mop, what the hell is your problem here?" Hob snapped.

"Wh- What's my problem?" he asked, offended. "Hob, I'm part of this bond too, if you didn't notice! Isn't that enough of a reason for me to be the least bit worried about you?"

Hob huffed and folded his arms.

"Scorpius, he's as much a part of this as we are," Lysander said, folding his arms.

"So I don't have a right to be worried?" he asked. Because really, Hob did not seem to think he did. "I might not have come into this bond with romantic affection for you, but it doesn't mean I don't care at least a bit, now that is. Godric- It's a bloody fucking good thing I didn't get pregnant if you're going to be so fucking unconcerned about your own health."

"Albus," Lysander said softly.

Hob stared at him in shock. "Things would have been different if that had happened," Hob said. "The worst of it was over and I wasn't going to relapse. I made sure of it."

"You should still have told us, Scorpius," Lysander said tiredly.

Hob sighed and rested his hands on his hips. "If something like this happens again you'll be duly informed," the man said, looking at Lysander.

"Because obviously I'm not here as well," he muttered and turned for the door.

"Mop, I didn't-" Hob sighed again. "I didn't mean to exclude you. I'm just not used to having to... take you into account."

"Like I haven't bloody noticed that already," he snapped and spun around. "Blimey, you two were already together when... this... happened. I knew it wasn't going to be easy, I knew that, but I didn't- Just don't keep me uninformed if something like this happens again."

Hob opened his mouth to say something but nodded instead and murmured, "I can do that."

Albus nodded in acknowledgement and fidgeted in his place. He had never had a... lover's spat... with the two men and was not sure how to proceed. From the looks of it though, he was not the only one.

"Scorpius, you're here," Harry said from behind Albus. His father paused and looked at them. "Am I interrupting something?"

"It's sorted," Lysander said. "Mostly."

Harry nodded slowly before looking to Hob. "Good. Scorpius, you're needed at the Ministry."

"He just spent the day-" Lysander started.

"Lysander," Hob said, as he rested a hand on the man's arm, "I've more than recovered." Hob looked at him then and Albus was slightly shocked at the inclusion, never mind that they had just discussed it.

Hob kissed the other blonde on the cheek and headed for the door, briefly touching Albus' elbow before leaving with Harry.

"Well, that was... intense," Lysander said.

"Yeah," he frowned, not quite sure how to feel just then. "Yeah, it was."

"... You good?" Lysander asked.

"Yeah, I think I am. You?"

"Honestly? A bit worried, but that's normal."