Chocolate Frog Card: (Bonus) Albus Severus Potter: Challenge: Write about Albus Severus Potter.

Hopscotch: (dialogue) "Let's cut the story short.", (object) potted plant, (word) stubborn

Gringotts: Hermione/Albus Severus [Hermione - Pairings], "I want to get my basilisk into your Chamber of Secrets.", "You know Platform Nine and Three Quarters? Well, I know something else with the exact same measurements.", "Want to learn how to speak Troll? I can get you grunting in no time.", "Engorgio! Oh wait, I don't need magic to enlarge this.", "Did you slip some Firewhiskey into my drink or are you just getting hotter?", "A couple of nights with me and Moaning Myrtle will have to get a new nickname.", "How 'bout you and me go look for the Room of Requirement?", "The thought of you makes something vast and silver erupt from my wand.", "The Sorting Hat says you should be in my house. Wait, what's that? It also says you should be in my bed." [Pick-up Lines]

Word Count: 395

"I think you should stop reading," Albus suggested as he sat opposite Hermione in their living room. She didn't reply, though he saw the beginnings of a smirk on her face. "Please?" he asked, undoing his tie and pulling it off. She didn't even blink or look at him as she licked her finger before turning the page.

He growled, frustrated, before he plucked the book from her hands and slammed it shut.

"Hey!" she complained.

"Let's cut the story short," he told her, popping his top button loose. "I want to get my basilisk into your chamber of secrets."

"Really?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "You snatch my book and try to lure me into bed with your lame pick-up lines." He grinned at her and waggled his eyebrows. "You really shouldn't listen to your brother, they do not work."

"Don't be so stubborn and play along," he whined. "You know Platform Nine and Three Quarters? Well, I know something else with the exact same measurements."

"Oh, Merlin," she complained. "I can't do this." He stuck his bottom lip out in a pout and she sighed. "Want to learn how to speak Troll? I can get you grunting in no time."

Albus threw back his head and laughed. God, he loved her. "Engorgio! Oh wait, I don't need magic to enlarge this." She rolled her eyes but couldn't fight the smile.

"Did you slip some Firewhiskey into my drink or are you just getting hotter?"

"A couple of nights with me and Moaning Myrtle will have to get a new nickname." Hermione bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.

"How 'bout you and me go look for the Room of Requirement?"

"The thought of you makes something vast and silver erupt from my wand."

"The Sorting Hat says you should be in my house. Wait, what's that? It also says you should be in my bed."

Albus' look darkened. "That can be arranged." She laughed and allowed herself to be pulled up from the settee, and squealed when his hands clasped her bum and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and lost herself into the fiery kiss that he bestowed upon her.

They didn't even notice when Albus kicked a potted plant over or knocked a photo frame off the wall as they made their way to the bedroom.