Restricted Collection: #2: Guideline - Write a romance story.

Challenges by the Dozen: Level Five [write five post-canon fics] #3

NeonClan Biweekly Tumblr Contest: "Give me a cookie." / "What the **** are you going on about?" / "I just saw you shove an entire plate of cookies from the buffet into your bag give me one." / "*grumbles profanities buts hands one over*"

Three quarters of The Great Hall were silent with shock, but the Slytherin table was whooping and cheering ecstatically. Everybody was whispering in another's ear something along the lines of "How did the Chosen One's son get sorted into Slytherin? Did the Sorting Hat mess up?"

Meanwhile, Albus was burning red at the cheeks from all the attention. Couldn't everybody just stop staring? He wasn't his father, after all. Slowly, he made his way across the Hall to the Slytherin table. Albus stood there awkwardly for a moment, since he barely knew anybody from Slytherin.

"Hey, Albus, there's a free space right next to me," Scorpius Malfoy said, waving his hand to indicate where he was. Scorpius had been declared a Slytherin not even thirty seconds after the Hat had touched his head. Meanwhile, it had taken the Hat a whole three minutes to decide upon Albus's house.

Albus followed his gesture and sat down finally, and the Sorting of the other first years continued on. Albus wasn't paying much attention, although he did dutifully clap whenever there was a new Slytherin announced. He suspected many more eyes were also not paying much attention, and instead were still fixated on the newly sorted Potter.

It finally came to his cousin Rose's Sorting time. Like with Albus, it took its time, but eventually it shouted "RAVENCLAW!" Rose made her way over to the Ravenclaw table, blushing as red as her namesake. I think she was aiming for Gryffindor to please Uncle Ron, but I think she'll be happy with Ravenclaw.

Dumbledore made his annual speech again, but now Albus's eyes were just soaking up every single detail of Scorpius. How is he just so naturally attractive? Then Albus brushed these thoughts away. He shouldn't be worrying about all of this right now. Although, Scorpius's hair looks really—

He told his brain to shut up, and then tried to focus on singing the Hogwarts song. He mostly managed to do so sucessfully, but his brain ordered him to tune into Scorpius's singing more often than not.

Dinner arrived on the tables, and Albus giddily stuffed himself with food until he was sick. When dessert arrived, it all looked so good, and yet he didn't think he could even stomach any of it.

Quickly, he looked both ways to ensure nobody was looking all too carefully at him before snatching a plate of cookies and shoving it into his bag.

"Al, give me a cookie."

"What in the name of Merlin are you going on about? There's surely plenty of ookies on the table in front of you."

"I just saw you shove an entire plate of cookies from the table into your bag now give me one."

Scorpius held out his hand expecting a cookie. Albus grumbled playfully but handed one over to Scorpius. His hand lingered for a second on Scorpius's hand and his brain marveled at how nice it was before reluctantly retreating.

"You now owe me, by the way."

It was in their seventh year, and Albus and Scorpius were casually hanging out together on the grass in the courtyard. Their hands were entwined, and Albus no longer needed to tell his brain to shut up about Scorpius. After all, they had been dating for two years now.

Albus was the one to break the serene silence.

"You still owe me one cookie, by the way."