Title: When Albus Potter Realized He was Actually Okay with the Bond

Grouping: Albus/Scorpius/Lysander

Rating: G

Summary: Albus has a chat.

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: ~1300

With a yawn Albus stretched, while walking to the apparition point. A few veela had had an incident with a group of wizards and Albus had been sent to handle the aftermath of the situation. It seemed a veela had imprinted on one of the blokes but, with the allure that veela exuded, the wizard's all found themselves smitten and someone became irrationally jealous when the veela reached out for her mate and things simply got out of hand from there.

As he had gotten the proper statements from both groups, sufficiently separated so that the wizards were not busy drooling, he noticed that while he was still drawn to the veela there was a drastic dip in the intensity of that pull. He reckoned the bond had something to do with it and that he might get a few more veela assignments because of this. He was not looking forwards to it. They were temperamental Beings.

It was an interesting observation though, one he should probably share with his more information hungry bondmates.

"Mr. Potter," one of the wizards called.

Albus turned to see the young man that had been imprinted on jogging towards him. "Yes, Mr. Lewis?"

"Um," Lewis started, as he glanced behind him to the waiting veela, who looked at Albus as if he were trying to steal the man away. He could not tell if it was just a natural veela reaction, considering how close mating season was, or if was related to some of the ridiculous articles that had been in the papers after, exaggeratedd, details of his break up with Amelia had gone public "This... imprinting thing, with the allure and what not, it's a bit- I mean I already have a girlfrie-"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lewis, but why exactly are you coming to me about-"

"Your bond," the man interrupted. Albus frowned in confusion. "You got bonded to the Malfoy bloke and his boyfriend right? That's not just a rumour."

"We're bonded, yes. But that's-"

"Is it weird? I mean- You sort of have to be with them now and I know you were in a relationship before that and then- Is it tolerable?" the man finally asked, before launching into some quick paced rambling. "Because I've heard about veela imprinting and they always end up with their mates and now that I'm not near enough to her to be affected by the allure I'm absolutely terrified about all this and wondering if I'm going to be miserable when I'm not under the allure and-"

"Wait, wait, wait," he said, stopping the man, who looked about to panic. "Firstly, these are two completely different situations. Secondly, you should inform your girlfriend as soon as possible, and maybe keep an eye on he wand hand when you do. Thirdly, you should talk to Miss Owens about her imprinting on you because I'm sure she has her own set of worries concerning all th-"

"But her allure!" Lewis exclaimed.

"Wh- Uh- Well- Write letters...?" he suggested. It was the only thing he could think of that would keep the man level headed while speaking with Owens.

"I... never thought of that..." Lewis said.

"And Mr. Lewis, it's frightening at first, having a... relationship, magically forced on you, I know. But... it's not all that bad. You'll get used to it," he said.

"Get used to it," Lewis repeated. "But, I don't just want to... get used to it... I-I want to... be happy."

"You'll get there if you stop fighting it. It's happened and you can't do anything about it. Fighting it will only make you unhappy," he said. "Look, if you two feel as if you want to ask another wizard-veela couple about all this I can help you arrange a meeting. The Being Division logs these things and we've had instances where couples have needed to speak with other-"

"Yes," Lewis said. "Please, thank you."

"Right, well, I'll owl you the necessary information. I've really got to get going though," he said. It was already evening after all and he did not think he could stand much more of the way Lewis emphasized so many of his words.

"Yeah, thanks, again."

"Not a problem," he said, before he apparated home wondering when he had gotten so comfortable in the bond to be able to tell someone else that it got better, and actually mean it.

"Where's Lysander?" Albus asked, as he stepped into the kitchen at Grimmauld. Hob was at the table with some scones and honey.

"Library," Hob said, spreading the thick liquid onto a scone.

"Hmmm," he hummed, grabbing one for himself.

"Why?" Hob asked. "And you aren't going to eat that for dinner are you?"

"I'm not. It's just a snack," he said, taking a seat. "And I just learned something I thought he'd like to know, is all."

"Oh?" Hob said.

He nodded. "Apparently I've got a fair amount of resistance to veela allure. I had to spend some time around a few today and realized I wasn't drooling myself dry. It never used to be like that before the bond."

"That's interesting," Hob mused. "Were they all female?"

"There was a male in the group too," he answered, before taking a bite of the scone.

"That's useful," Hob murmured, breaking off a piece of his scone. "I wonder if it's the Fae magic or simply a side effect of bonds in general."

Albus shrugged as he chewed.

"Odd that I've never heard of it before," the man said absently, popping the piece in his mouth.

"Surprised you don't know absolutely everything?" he taunted.

Hob shot him a glare. "Surprised that I had to learn something from you of all people," the blonde muttered, though it did not hold much venom.

"Prat," he said automatically.

"Tosser," Hob replied, half heartedly as he broke off another piece and ate it.

Albus shook his head and nibbled the pastry, wondering when the bloody hell the two of them had began to be able to have a conversation and jokingly taunt one another as well. A year ago he would not have thought it possible, especially since Lysander was not around them to keep the peace should they actually start arguing.

"Wonder if I can find anything on it in the library," Hob murmured.

"Are you serious? It's ridiculous how much time the two of you can spend reading in the library," he said, getting up to fetch something to drink.

"You should try it," Hob said. "Maybe you'll learn something useful."

"I do," he said over his shoulder, pouring himself some milk. "I just don't get obsessed."

"I don't obsess, Mop," Hob defended.

Albus snorted and drank a mouthful as he sat down. "You do," he said, before popping a piece of the scone into his mouth. "Just last week you spent practically half the day buried in books. And after dinner it was the entire bloody night. I'm pretty sure you even carried some to work the next day."

"I was intrigued," Hob said, glowering at him.

"Obsessed I'd say," Albus said, with a stretch.

"Intrigued," Hob continued.

"Whatever," Albus shrugged. "Same thing. Anyway, what's here to eat?"

"Roast potatoes and that curried chicken you enjoy," Hob said with a grimace.

"What's wrong with curry?" he frowned. Curry was amazing and flavourful, never mind that it stained when it got on your clothes.

"It simply doesn't whet my appetite," Hob said.

"What doesn't whet your appetite?" Lysander asked, walking into the kitchen with a tome of a book in hand.

"Curry," Hob said.

"Ah, right," Lysander nodded. He turned to Albus, "He's odd in that way."

"I realize," Albus said, watching Hob and wondering what sort of curry he had been eating for him not to like it.

"I'm not the odd one. You lot are," Hob said, glancing at them both.

"You happen to be the minority here, so I that makes you the odd one," Lysander said, setting his book down. "What's here to eat?"

"Curry," Albus smiled. "And roast potatoes. So, says Hob."

"Hence the curry discussion," Lysander said, with an understanding nod. "Because Merlin forbids you two discuss something for the sake of simply having a discussion. I'm impressed though. You seemed to be enjoying yourselves."

Albus glanced at Hob and the two frowned at one another for a moment when they realized just how much time they had spent getting along with each other. It was strange.

"Don't start thinking about it now that I've pointed it out," Lysander said, smiling. "This is progress. That's good."