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Ally POV:
I dreamt of beautiful, emerald green eyes the night of the apology. When I woke up, it was only five AM, but there was no way I was getting back to sleep, so I brushed my teeth and my hair, got dressed, and headed down to the kitchens.
And guess who was in the kitchens too? The guy who seemed to be popping up everywhere I went.
"Good morning, Lady Allyson," Albus smiled at me, "And what are you doing up so early?"
"Woke up and couldn't get back to sleep," I answered, flushing as I looked into the eyes of my dream.
He nodded, "Me too."
I sat down on a stool next to him.
"You look really tired," I told him.
"I kept... having these dreams," was it my imagination, or was he blushing as he replied?, "They kept waking me up, and it took forever to fall asleep again."
"Were they nightmares?" I asked, cocking my head, which is a habit of mine.
His eyes (those gorgeous green eyes) widened as he looked at me and stammered, "N-no."
Slinky, one of the house-elves, brought us each a plate of eggs, buttered toast, and goblets of pumpkin juice.
"Thank you so much, Slinky," I smiled at the house-elf.
She nearly fell over in excitement as she squeaked, "Anytime, miss!"
"Mmm," I said as I took a bite, "If there's one thing I miss when I go home, it's the Hogwarts food."
"Don't your parents cook well?" Albus asked as he stuffed his mouth with eggs and toast.
I shot him a look of disgust, then laughed, "My dad's a crummy cook, though my mum is amazing. But she's Indian, so all she ever cooks is Indian food. And there aren't too many varieties in that."
He gulped down some pumpkin juice before nodding his head and answering, "My grandma Molly is the best cook in the world."
"Trust me, I know," I replied, "Rose has invited me to her house before, and your grandmother's cooking is to die for."
"Are you a good cook, Lady Allyson?" Albus asked me.
I shrugged, "I'm okay. I'll cook for you sometime."
"I'm taking you up on that offer," he grinned, "I love food. The more I can get it, the better."
We talked and laughed and overall had a good time.
"Bloody hell!" Albus exclaimed, glancing at the Muggle watch on his wrist, "Potions starts in five minutes! We've got to go!"
Had it really been that long? He grabbed my arm and we raced to the dungeons, getting to the classroom with only moments to spare.
We slid into our seats just as Slughorn arrived.
"Hello, students!" he started with his usual greeting.
"Want to play twenty questions?" Albus asked me as he tossed crushed snake fangs into the cauldron where we were brewing Pepper-Up potion.
"Alright," I answered, stirring it three times clockwise, "I'll go first. What's your favorite color?"
"Blue," he answered, staring at me with a soft look before turning back to his work, "Yours?"
"Green," it slipped out before anything else, "Favorite food?"
"Cheesy potatoes. You?"
We continued playing until Slughorn called us up to give him our potion. I was finding that I had more in common with Albus Potter than I ever would have thought.
In Charms, Rose immediately rushed over to my side.
"Where were you this morning?" she queried anxiously.
I laughed, "Relax. I woke up early so I headed down to the kitchens, and happened to run into your cousin along the way. We talked and ended up walking to class together."
"Albus?" she asked, her eyebrows shooting up.
"Yeah, Rose. He's actually kind of... nice," I said, staring down at my hands.
"I dunno, Ally," Rose looked doubtful, "He's never been nice to you before. He might just want something out of you."
"Yeah, I know," I said, "Trust me, I've thought about it. But what could he possibly gain out of being nice to me?"
Albus POV:
I walked to Transfiguration, the sound of Ally's laughter still ringing in my ears.
"Hey," Scorpius said, falling into step next to me, "I've got some news for you."
"What?" I turned around to face him.
"The Halloween Ball is coming up in three weeks," he told me.
"No way!" I said. Who would I ask?
"Yes way," Scorp grinned, "I'm meeting Weasley in the kitchens at lunch today to discuss the details."
"Why are you telling me now?" I asked, curious.
"'Cause you're gonna have to ask Dixie," he smirked.
"W-what?" I stammered.
"Do you want those fifty Galleons or not?" Scorpius asked.
"But what if she says no?" I stared at him wide-eyed, desperate.
He took one look at me, and his expression got infinitely more serious, "Mate, it's the second day of classes and you're already afraid of rejection. You really like her. Call off the bet. I'll give you the fifty Galleons if you like, but don't hurt the girl you seriously fancy."
"No, it's fine," I answered, "I call off the bet, but you don't have to pay me anything."
Scorp smiled at me, "Let's get to Transfiguration, shall we?"
Yay! Albus realizes he likes Ally! Way to go, Scorp!
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