Author's Note: I hope you like the chapter. I know not that much has happened yet, especially last chapter, but it will.
-SQ
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter that would mean I was Jo. And I'm just not.
Chapter Two: You Always Did Have The Bigger Appetite
After staying up past two in the morning, the two boys finally passed out on Scorpius's bed. The next day (or really later that morning) Albus was the first to wake. Glancing out the window he saw that it must be nearly noon.
"Hey, Scor, wake up," he said. When this elicited no response he threw a pillow at the sleeping boy. "Scor!"
Scorpius grabbed the pillow and shoved it over his head.
"Oh no you don't," said Albus, yanking the pillow off of his best friend's head. "It's almost noon."
Scorpius opened his eyes a crack. "Bastard," he muttered.
"Aw, come on, you don't mean that," said Albus. "You know you love me."
"Don't bet on it," advised Scorpius, sitting up and running his fingers through his long blond hair.
Albus stood up. He sniffed his shirt and wrinkled his nose. "Ugh, I need a shower."
Scorpius grinned cheekily. "Race you."
The two boys ran for the shower, wrestling each other at the door. Albus's superior physical strength finally won out over Scorpius's extra two inches of height.
"Fine," said Scorpius. "I'm having breakfast."
Scorpius headed down the stairs. Halfway down a wave of dizziness suddenly overtook him. Steadying himself on the railing, he shook his head to clear it.
That was weird. I must have turned the corner too fast...
Scorpius arrived in the kitchen and casually flicked his wand to pour two bowls of cornflakes, one for him and one for Albus. Ten minutes later Albus came down the stairs, running gel through his hair, making it stick up in a casually cute manner.
"You know there are no girls around here to impress," said Scorpius as he passed Albus on his way back up the stairs to the shower.
Albus blushed. "You know that's not why I do it, Scor," he said.
"Loosen up, Albus Severus," said Scorpius. "I'm only teasing." He ran his own fingers through Albus's hair. "Yech! Sticky!"
"Gel generally is," said Albus.
*****TWAMM*****
Scorpius came back downstairs half an hour later (he liked long showers). As he reached the landing he was hit by another wave of dizziness and stumbled against the wall.
"Scor?" said Albus, looking up from his fourth piece of toast. "You okay?"
"Yeah," said Scorpius, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. "Yeah, fine. Missed a step."
"Klutz," said Albus, standing up and dusting crumbs off his shirt. "Let's go somewhere."
Scorpius grabbed his jacket off the coat rack. "Okay, come on."
"Aren't we going to clean up the dishes?" Albus asked.
Scorpius lazily flicked his wand, and the dishes jumped into the sink and began to wash themselves.
Albus huffed. "Show off," he muttered. His seventeenth birthday wasn't until August, and until then he couldn't do magic outside of school.
Scorpius just smirked.
*****TWAMM*****
Albus and Scorpius ambled over to the park and sat down on the grass in the sunshine. Scorpius leaned back against a tree and closed his eyes while Albus played idly with the long grass.
"My plan is to get so tan this summer," he said, stretching out on his stomach.
"You'll get skin cancer," Scorpius warned.
Albus rolled his eyes. "You pay too much attention to the Muggle Media. If we listened to everything they said we'd all lock ourselves in our rooms until we died of sheer boredom."
Scorpius stood up and stretched. "Race you to the merry-go-round."
Not caring that they probably looked like a pair of fools, the two teenagers took turn pushing the merry-go-round as fast as they could and then jumping on. As Scorpius went to jump onto the spinning structure again, a sudden wave of dizziness hit him and he stumbled. Albus saw him fall to one knee, but wasn't concerned until he failed to get up right away.
"Scor?" he said, leaping off of the speeding merry-go-round. "What happened? Are you okay?" He knelt beside his friend.
"I'm okay," said Scorpius, "but I think maybe we should stop with the merry-go-round. I'm feeling kind of queasy."
"Sure, no problem," said Albus, helping Scorpius to his feet.
They went back to sit on the grass, and after a few minutes Scorpius's nausea passed.
Scorpius glanced up at the sky. "It looks like it's going to rain," he observed. "Let's get back to the Manor before we get soaked."
*****TWAMM*****
"I'm starving," said Albus when they reached Malfoy Manor. "How about some dinner, Scor?"
"Nah," said Scorpius, "I'm not really hungry."
"Suit yourself," said Albus, shrugging. "I'm having some chicken."
When Albus returned with the chicken, Scorpius was sitting down in one of the sitting room chairs. He didn't say anything to Albus, but he had been feeling dizzy again. He soon forgot about it, however, when Albus pulled out their favorite game, Exploding Snap.
*****TWAMM*****
The next morning Scorpius woke up with a headache. I must be hungry, he thought. I didn't really eat much yesterday.
He and Albus went downstairs and made coffee and bagels for breakfast. Surprisingly, it only took half a bagel and a cup of coffee for Scorpius to feel full.
"You going to finish that?" asked Albus, pointing to the unfinished half of Scorpius's bagel.
"No, said Scorpius, rubbing his temples, "go ahead."
"Do you have a headache, Scor?" asked Albus.
"Yeah, a little," said Scorpius. "I just need some fresh air. Let's go flying."
*****TWAMM*****
Albus and Scorpius took their brooms to a nearby meadow, hidden from wandering Muggle eyes by the surrounding woods.
"Race you!" said Scorpius, leaping on his broom and taking off.
"Hey, no fair!" protested Albus, pushing to catch up with him. "You cheated."
The two boys chased each other around the clearing, darting and weaving and occasionally going into breakneck dives which they always pulled out of in the nick of time. Scorpius bewitched some rocks to be soft and they played a game where they chucked them at each other, trying to hit one another without being hit themselves. It was bonus if you caught a rock thrown by the other player. When they tired of this game they instead aimed the rocks at far away targets, seeing who could throw farthest with the best aim.
After several hours of flying the teenagers landed again, Scorpius very out of breath.
"I—need—some—more—practice," he panted, clutching his side.
Albus laughed. "Aw, come on, you're already really good.
"Yeah," said Scorpius, "I know. But I—shouldn't be—this knackered."
*****TWAMM*****
The boys returned to Malfoy Manor for lunch, where once again Albus ate a much larger portion than Scorpius.
"Aren't you famished after all that flying?" said Albus, piling ham and cheese onto his sandwich.
"Not particularly," said Scorpius, shrugging. Actually, his headache had come back and watching Albus spread his bread liberally with mayonnaise was making him feel slightly nauseas. "You always did have the bigger appetite."
AN: Hope you liked the chapter. What's happening to Scor, hmmm? Not actually much of a mystery there if you've read the summary, lol. Anyways, thanks for reading, hope you liked it. Reviews are more than welcome ;)
-SQ