Okay, so this is a really silly drabble, and not my best, but I'm still fond of it, in a way :)
Beta: Michy Drarry Shipper
Prompt: Curse
Rated: M (for implications that are of a sexual nature)
Pairing: Albus/Scorpius
Curse
Albus didn't particularly like cursing, but sometimes even he stumbled. Once, he cursed his older brother, James, who then had to stay in the Hospital Wing for a week, drinking all kinds of nasty potions. His head of House had punished him and deducted house points, so naturally he had received glares from a significant number of his Housemates throughout that whole week.
Despite the fact that Defence Against the Dark Arts, the class dedicated to learning curses and counter-curses, was taught by a cheery, awfully nice Professor, the class was not even close to Albus' number one favourite. Now, Potions; that was by far his favourite class of all time. It helped that he was excellent at it, he admitted, but his diligence had contributed much more to his O's than natural talent (just look at his father – it was clear Albus did not inherit any Potion skills from him).
The magical meaning of the word 'Curse' was not the only definition Albus was referring to when he said that he didn't curse very often.
However, as mentioned previously – even Albus Potter stumbled sometimes, and sometimes, the situation demanded it.
"Merlin's balls!"
It wasn't his fault, not entirely.
A head rose from between Albus's legs and he groaned.
"Al, please, this isn't helping," complained his bedfellow.
Albus panted, still trying to recover from the intense feelings he had experienced just moment ago, and hoped to experience more as soon as possible. Preferably, now. He mumbled his apology, barely comprehensible but his blond companion must have understood somewhat, because he returned to his task of making Albus lose his mind.
"Fuck."
Fine, 'Sometimes' didn't quite cover it.