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Albus woke up in a surprising good mood for a lazy boy facing a Monday morning.
But today was different.
Today he will sit at the Gryffindor table with the rest of his family and have a better look at the Malfoy kid.
In his family, the Malfoy name was always spoken with dislike from his uncle Ron, while his father preferred to be neutral all the times Draco Malfoy – Scorpius's father- was brought up in a conversation: even his mother and Aunt Hermione wasn't fond of them.
But something about Scorpius Malfoy was different.
Yes of course the two Drumstrang boys had a military education and lived in a different country, but that wasn't it: something about the kid intrigued Albus, something that he could not put his finger on it.
In this week had come to know Ivar better, finding that the boy actually wasn't as strict as a first glance one was drown to think.
For the first tree days, he woke up at 5 am to jog in the court of the castle, marched all the way up to the classes and did homework without sparing a glance with the other occupants of the common room.
But then he started to loosen up and woke up at 7 am – "What's the point of working out if I could crash even the seven years in this school?"-, to divert his attention in classes - "So much theory to kill of boredom even a swot!"- and to start conversations with the rest of the Slytherins - "Man, Krum was simply a genius because, unlike you British pussy, at Drumstrang we never fly on brooms or play Quidditch at school!"
At the contrary, Scorpius was diligent in his class and Lily told him that he did answer if someone asked him something but only with short sentence and the conversations does not last long: he still woke up at 5 am to go out and he still acted like a little soldier all the times.
"But in Transfiguration he did help Rose" she added with a knowing smirk on her way to Herbology, where Albus was helping her bring Professor Longbottom some strange plants "They were partners for the day. She was surprised to find someone at her level and asked him how he knew the spell: he said that Transfiguration was his favorite class and he usually study on his own out the curricular length"
Albus was impressed: Rose had inherit her mother brain and being in Ravencrow and all, she was the best of their year.
But with a smirk, he remember the disastrous potion classes, where the poor guy was miserably falling.
I could offer as a tutor since I'm the best at potion...
"Al, stop" sighed Lily, interrupting his thoughts.
"What?"
"I know that smile..."
"Which smile?" asked Albus feigning ignorance.
"You started plotting something... and the kid is enough confused as he is without you hitting on him"
"I didn't want to hit on him!" he protested lightly offended, turning the corner of the corridor and staring to down the stairs.
"Please Albus! He's blonde, tall and shy, just your type: and he's so handsome that I'll hit on him myself" she commented, walking though the main entrance of the castle.
Albus mouth was agape "Lyl!"
"Oh, hush you!"
That day, when he returned in his common, Al saw Ivar gazing at nothing with his charm essay in front of him, obliviously forgotten.
"Hey Ivar! How's going the essay?"
"Hi, Potter" answered the foreign boy with a frown " I don't know why you British are so obsessed with all those theory classes! At Drumstrang Charm classes where always practical"
"All practical?" asked Albus sitting next to him "You didn't do research on the spell that you're learning?"
"No, the Professor taught us the spell and told us how the spell works: no paperwork"
"Ah, so that's it!" commented Albus with a knowing nod "Now I know why Malfoy is so good in Transfiguration..."
Ivar burst in a laud laugh "No no, den lille løven mann is only bloody talented in Transfiguration"
Albus was taken aback by the foreign words "Den...what?"
"It's Malfoy's nickname" explained the boy with a sneer "In English is... little lion man"
Al immediately stored the information for later "Why 'little lion man'?"
Ivar just shook his head "It's a Drumstrang thing"
So this morning, Albus was unusually cheerful and eager to find out more about Malfoy: as his little sister told him, he was just his type.
Blonde, tall and shy.
As soon as he walked into the hall, his gaze scanned the color full table of the Gryffindor to spot the blonde.
The Houses sitting order on the table was more lessened then in the past, so now the student actually were mixed together at meals all the times, except the first week of the school term -to let the new student settle in their houses- and at the end of the school term.
Albus was satisfied to find Malfoy sitting next to the group formed by his family members and hurried to sit across the table.
"Look who's back!" commented James on a mouthful of bacon, earning a glare from his sister.
"Oh, I feel so accepted and loved!" Al sarcastic said, putting an hand over his heart theatrically.
"Don't mind him, Al: he's just upset that the school work this year will crash him and the time for his pranks will be lesser and lesser"
The oldest brother winched like he felt pain just at the though of studying so much and with a grimace tried to change the subject "Where's Rose?"
"She's at the library, doing some research for Transfiguration" offered Hugo that sat next to James, who give him a thankful smile.
At the mention of Transfiguration, Albus eyes drifted on the blonde seated near them: he was eating his eggs whit grace, picking small pieces and chewing on the methodically.
But his gray eyes where unfocused, obliviously lost in his troughs, and the Slytherin would have paid any price to find out what was running in his head.
Then an idea flashed in his mind: he could use Legilimency on the boy - being the most discreet possible- and unravel the mystery.
Maybe was the rush of adrenaline, or maybe was just that his mind didn't function well in the morning, but Albus totally forgot Zambini's waring on the first day back.
He was able only to catch a glimpse of a bruised face of a much older looking Scorpius, before the boy recovered from the sudden mental attack and closed all the door of his mind with so much force to almost make Albus drop out of his seat.
Silver narrowing eyes meet wide green one, and getting up of his seat, Malfoy growled with a menacing look " A word, Albus Potter" and without making sure that the Slytherin was following, the blonde marched all the way out of the Hall.
Al run after him, don't minding at the worried glances of the Potters and Weasleys: with his heart in the throat, reached the Gryffindor that stopped near the stairs, with his back at him.
"Look, Malfoy, I'm-"
Before Albus could apologize, the blonde turned and piked the boy by the front of his vest, pushing him in the wall of the stair, more hidden by the view of someone passing by.
The Slytherin gaped, Scorpius's face an inch from his, features fixed in a grimace of anger, his silver eyes flashing with fury: even when the blonde was so mad, Al couldn't not admit that the slightly taller boy was more beautiful when was pissed then the calm impassible model student.
"First of all, you'll not dare ever to try enter my mind again" Malfoy snarled at him through clenched teeth. "Second, why did you dare to do it? On which side are you?"
Al was a little confused by the last question, so decided to answer the first one "I was just curious-"
"Curious?" the gray eyes narrowed in suspicion "Of what?"
The smaller boy was panicking: he wouldn't ever admit his attraction for the boy – because he was not starting to be obsessed, that would be creepy, and he was not- so he avouch the first thing that come in his mind "Of why your nickname is 'little lion man'"
The Gryffindor winched at the name, glaring at him with such ferocity that the Slytherin was surprised not to be reduced to ashes at once "Who told you?"
Of course that was one of the wrong answers...
"Ivar"
"He had told you something else?"
"N-no" Albus lightly struggled, uncomfortable under the blond menacing glance, adding "He said that was a Drumstrang thing"
Malfoy scanned his face for a minute, then let go of Albus's robes "Leave me alone, Potter" sternly said, before marching away from the Slytherin boy, leaving his mouth dry.
He couldn't leave him alone yet of course: nobody had ever act this way around him.
Albus was used to be liked, to be the favorite of the adults and to have any boy who catch his attention swoon at his feet: he didn't have even to try.
When was a first year in Slytherin he was pretty shy but being friend with Adrian and a lot of hot make out session have made him very confident of himself.
He would use every approach to win Malfoy – the shy act, the romantic act, the horny act, the adoring act, hell even the submissive act, he just had to find the boy's weakness- seeing that was officially past the curious stage.
His new type of guy was blonde, tall and surely not – Oh, so shy!