Title: When Albus Severus Potter and Lysander Scamander Spoke About Their Bond

Pairing: Albus/Scorpius/Lysander

Rating: PG

Summary: See title, haha.

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

"You all right?" Albus asked.

Lysander looked at him in surprise. "I'm fine," the man said, "just thinking."

The blonde was sitting in the kitchen and had been staring absentmindedly out the window and ignoring his tea. Albus nodded in reply and went to get something to drink.

"Did you ever wonder which of you I'd have gotten pregnant for?" Lysander suddenly asked. "If we hadn't taken the potions or if they hadn't worked."

His eyes widened in shock and he nearly choked on his drink from the abruptness of the question, not that Lysander would have seen though, since he was looking outside once again. "Not really..." he said, taking a seat. "I did, at first. But then you were sort of in the clear and I could freak out about my own uncertainty."

"Understandable," Lysander murmured, nodding. He turned to Albus. "Sometimes I wonder though. And I wonder what it would have been like and how that would have affected... things."

"You mean you and Hob, if it was... mine?" he asked, fiddling with his glass.

Lysander glanced at him and gave a quick smile. "Yes, and I wonder about the same things if it had turned out to be his too. Either way things would have been... incredibly different. We weren't, and still aren't, in any position to handle a pregnancy properly. It'll make things too one sided, more than they are now. But I still wonder about it."

"Is this bothering you because we keep seeing all those children at the Burrow?" he asked. He had a large number of cousins and some of those cousins had children, hyper active, tug on your hair, pull at your nose children.

"A little, and not to mention some of our old schoolmates are starting families," Lysander said. "And... I never expected to be able to have children. Not without adopting or using a surrogate anyway. I'm the only one here who isn't bi."

"Well, now you have the option. And it's there until you're ready," he said.

"Until we're ready," Lysander amended.

"Yeah," he nodded. "To be honest though... that might take me a while."

"I know," Lysander nodded, sitting back in his chair and running a hand over his abdomen. "I don't want any children yet, don't worry. I was just thinking. I do tend to do that."

"Don't start over thinking it," he muttered.

"I won't," Lysander said, with a shake of his head. He took a sip of his tea and grimaced before casting a heating charm on it and sipping some more. "You never heard us, but we had rows about it you know, the pregnancies, mine and mostly yours, not so much his."

"If I had known all... that was going to happen, I probably would have steered clear of that side of the Beltane celebrations," he admitted. "The last thing I had wanted to do was ruin our relationships."

"I think you would have had to avoid going to the camp all together," Lysander said, turning his tea cup. "The magic would have pulled you over to us anyway. That's what it does. You felt it."

"I reckon you're right," he sighed. He drank some of his pumpkin juice and thought about it a bit. "If you didn't say anything today I doubt I would have noticed that you still think about it."

"Yeah?" Lysander asked. "I take it that you haven't noticed when Scorpius is thinking about it then either. He's a tough one to read sometimes though so that's normal."

"You think?" he said. "I mean, sometimes I can tell that there's something. I've gotten a lot better at noticing that, but I can't tell what it is and it's a little weird because it seems you two almost automatically know what the other is thinking. Sometimes it's creepy, other times I can appreciate it, like in bed."

Lysander laughed. "I can see how you enjoy that," the man said. "We aren't alienating you though, are we? Recently, I mean. I try not to and I know Scorpius has been trying to take you into consideration a bit more. He just won't admit that aloud if you ask him."

Albus shook his head as he thought about how to word it. "It was... really noticeable before, the fact that I was... sort of thrown into the mix. And I was still pretty hung up on Amelia, I mean I still sort of... anyway," he said, shaking his head and taking a breath. "It's better. A lot better. And I've noticed that you two are trying. How can I not notice if Hob starts trying? There's a distinct drop in the amount of rows we've had, that's hard to ignore."

"It is, isn't it?" Lysander smiled. "I'm glad, especially since I don't have to worry as much about leaving you two in a room by yourselves."

"Haha, I'll admit that we were pretty terrible," he said. "But anyway, I've gotten over the... initial shock, denial... whatever it was, and I'm trying to make it work as well."

"Good," Lysander grinned, before leaning over and kissing his cheek. The blonde ran a hand through his hair. "Because sometimes I worry about you feeling ignored. I know it's likely to happen at times, there are three of us afte-"

"It's nowhere near what it used to be, Lysander. Don't fret," Albus assured. He kissed Lysander softly and they ended up exchanging a few kisses.

"It'd do you well to remember that this is a shared space," Mr. Malfoy said, heading to the cupboards.

"No shagging in the kitchen," Lysander said, settling back into his seat. "I remember."

Mr. Malfoy nodded and left with some crisps, something he had apparently taken to eating because of Harry.

"You 'remember'?" Albus asked with a frown. Surely that did not mean-

"You can recall how Scorpius and I were the first time we dated, yes?" Lysander asked. Albus' brows rose. "Yes, well, there might have been an incident in here and Draco might have seen things he never wanted to see."

"You two are ridiculous," he mumbled.

"As if you're any better," Lysander said. "The gala you and Scorpius shagged at- I know about it. I was the distraction so you two could slip away."

"I knew that was too much of a coincidence..." he muttered.

"Tibby," he heard Hob say, before the man walked into the kitchen. He glanced at them by the table. "Hmmm, what are you lot talking about?"

"At the moment, how insatiable we are," Lysander said.

The house elf popped into the room and Hob requested his dinner as he sat down. "Ah," he said.

"I hear you two had a kitchen incident with your father," Albus said.

"That was... an interesting evening, to say the least," Hob commented. "I don't think Father ate marmalade for some weeks after that."

"There were a few incidents actually. We aren't supposed to shag in the Eastern Wing or the Northern, if Narciassa's here," Lysander said.

"This is why your father's less touchy about hearing about us shagging," Albus noted. "He's already seen more than enough to desensitize him."

"He has," Hob nodded. He leaned back in his seat and glanced at them both. "You lot wanted to see the match between Luxembourg and Peru, correct? I've got tickets." The blonde reached into his robe pockets and tossed two tickets to the Quidditch World Cup onto the table, as if he came by them every day, before Tibby came back with a plate of hot food.

"There are only two," Lysander pointed out. Albus was too busy ogling the tickets to do more than nod.

"I'll be there," the man said. "Don't worry."

"You do know that August 5th is my birthday, right?" Albus asked, turning the ticket in his hand. Merlin, they were some pretty good seats as well.

"Is it?" Hob asked.

Albus nodded and Lysander smirked beside him. "Well, isn't this thoughtful," the man said.

"I just happened to get a few tickets is all," Hob said, and Albus almost believed him were it not for the amused look on Lysander's face.

"I reckon that's all it is," Lysander said, giving Albus a sidelong glance.

He understood that one. It meant, "I told you he wouldn't admit these things aloud."