Chapter 3 : Chapter Three
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October was quickly coming to an end and Albus’ school work was already piling high. When it came to the last lesson on a Friday afternoon, he left the classroom with a smile. He sighed happily as he entered the common room and tossed his bag down next to the couch. He walked on towards the dormitories and burst in through the door of the fifth year boys'. His eyes widened and his jaw became slack at what he saw. “Good god, Scorpius! Put it away!” he cried, turning away and covering his eyes with his hands. “Ever hear of closing the bloody curtains?”
“For fucks sake, Albus. You could have knocked!” Scorpius yelled, zipping his school trousers back up.
“Knock? You wanted me to knock on my own dormitory door? Close the curtains next time you want to have...one of those, okay?”
“Ever hear of Silencing Charms yourself, Potter?”
Albus whirled around and raised both eyebrows at his roommate. “Excuse me?” he laughed.
“You heard me,” Scorpius said, shooting the boy a large grin. “You should think about investing in some Silencing Charms yourself.”
“Fuck off,” Albus laughed, walking across the room and shoving Scorpius onto the floor. “So, what have you been looking at today, ey?” He picked up the risqué magazine Scorpius had been looking at and widened his eyes. “I really wish I hadn’t picked this up.”
Scorpius pulled the magazine out of Albus’ hands and stuffed it under his pillow. “That’s my magazine, you twat.”
“What would daddy Draco say if he knew his only child was getting his pleasures from some seedy magazine?”
Scorpius rolled his eyes and got to his feet; he grabbed onto the bedpost and twirled around it carefully. “So, is your cousin still with that bloke?”
“Are you ever going to shut up about them? They are never going to break up and my cousin doesn’t have a single interest in you. Move on, Malfoy.”
Scorpius scoffed loudly and lowered himself down onto the floor, pressing his back against Albus’ bed. “What the hell does that Benjamin bloke have that I don’t?”
“In Louis’ words? Let’s see....” Albus pursed his lips in thought and smirked before continuing. “He’s sexy, charming, smart and great in bed. Plus he doesn’t care that Louis says ‘fuck’ in every single sentence.”
“I could be all of those things,” Scorpius chuckled, pulling his knees to his chest and raising both eyebrows suggestively. “And much, much more.”
“Put a sock in it, Scor. You’re too young and immature for Louis. He prefers the older ones in case you haven’t noticed.”
“A simple Ageing Potion could fix that.”
“Why don’t you just go back to doing what you're good at?”
"And what might that be?" Scorpius asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly.
Albus nodded towards the magazine and cackled playfully, dodging the pillow that was fired at his head.
Albus shoved his hands deep into his pockets as he walked out onto the Quidditch Pitch and gazed up at the darkening sky. He ran his hands through his hair before pulling his hood up and sitting down in the grass. He brushed his fingers over the dew-soaked blades of grass and smiled, glad to be finally back on the Pitch.
Albus turned around to see Jessica standing behind him, a large grin plastered onto her face. “Oh. Hi...Jess.”
“Can I sit with you? I don’t really have anything better to do.”
Albus raised both eyebrows and pointed towards the space beside him. “Go for it. It’s a free Pitch.”
Jessica smiled and took a seat down onto the grass beside him. She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs, linking her fingers together. She closed her eyes and allowed her hair to whip around her face in the light breeze. The air made the hairs on the back of her neck stick up and goosebumps to spread along her frail arms.
Albus gazed over at her and smirked. “Do you always come out in the freezing cold weather wearing nothing but a pair of trousers and a t-shirt?”
“Yes, I do actually. It’s quite comforting, the breeze. Can I ask you a question now?”
“Sure; why not?”
“Do you like me, Albus Potter?”
“You’re very straightforward, aren’t you?” Albus said, pushing his hood back and sweeping his hair out of his eyes. “You’re a lot nicer than I thought you were, I guess.”
“You’re so lovely, Albus. You’re a lot nicer than I thought you were too,” Jessica said, her tone of voice bright and excitable. “Can I give you something?” Without waiting for an answer, the girl leaned in and gently pressed her lips to Albus’ cheek. “You’re freezing,” she whispered in his ear.
“I’m probably not as cold as you are though,” he said, gazing down at her arms. “Here.” He pulled his hoody off and slipped it around her shoulders, closing it around her so the cold didn’t get to her chest. “Feel better?”
“That feels...lovely,” Jessica whispered, closing her eyes and breathing in Albus’ scent that lingered on the piece of clothing. “Thank you, Albus. I’m not cold anymore.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” His eyes widened slightly when he felt her scoot closer towards him. She leaned her head on his shoulder and looped her arm through his. “You okay there, Jess?”
“Yes, fine,” she answered, showing off her gleaming teeth as she beamed brightly. “I just don’t want to get cold again.” She tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and gazed up at the sky. “The sky is lovely, isn’t it?”
“Um...yeah, it’s...nice. Jess, are you feeling okay?”
“I’m feeling fantastic, Albus.” She ran a finger over the serpent emblazoned on the front of the hoody and smiled. “You’re not at all like the other Slytherins. Are you, Albus?”
“You sure do like my name, don’t you?” he laughed, stretching his legs out in front of him and leaning on one hand.
“It’s a lovely name,” Jessica said quietly. “It just rolls off the tongue. Don’t you think? Anyway, I’ve got to go.” She pulled away from Albus and stumbled to her feet. She made to remove the hoody but the boy stopped her.
“Keep it,” he said, giving her a small smile. “God knows you’d freeze to death just walking back up to the school without it.”
“Wow. Thank you, Albus. That’s so nice of you. I’ll see you in class, yeah?” She walked back across the pitch, wrapping the hoody even tighter around her, and headed towards the school. She glanced over her shoulder occasionally until she disappeared from view altogether.
Albus leaned back on his elbows and tossed his head back, sighing heavily.
“What the buggering hell are you doing with Jessica Foster?” James cried from the other end of the Pitch. He marched across the grass and stopped in front of Albus, his arms folded tightly across his chest.
“Chill out. We’re in classes together. She’s my Potions partner. Why are you so uptight all of a sudden?”
“She’s a freak, Al,” he said, dropping down onto the grass next to his brother. “I know her for myself. I don’t even know why Lucy hangs around with that complete waste of space. I suggest you keep your head down and focus on your studies and real friends. You hear me?”
“Don’t you fucking dare talk to me like that!” Albus shouted, jumping to his feet and glaring down at his older brother. “You’ve been best friends with Louis for fifteen years and you just threw him away like a piece of trash because he’s gay! You’re so pathetic, James. I don’t even know who you are anymore.” He turned on his heel and hurried back towards the castle, ignoring James’ lame attempts to call him back.
Albus raced through the twisting corridors, bumping into numerous students as he walked quickly in an attempt to get back to the Slytherin common room as fast as possible. After giving the password, he stepped into the common room and hurried back to his dormitory. He walked in through the door with his eyes closed, afraid that he'd see Scorpius with his trousers undone again. He opened one eye and when he saw the boy sitting up in bed with his trousers still on him, he grinned hugely and closed the door behind him. “Did you enjoy yourself while I was gone?”
“Go to hell, Potter,” Scorpius muttered, tossing his pillow at the boy’s head. “Where did you go to anyways?”
“I was just chilling out down by the pitch.”
“Weren’t you wearing a hoody before you left?” Scorpius asked, throwing his legs over the side of the bed.
Albus looked down at his t-shirt and nodded. “Oh. Yeah. I gave it to Jess. She was cold.”
“Jess? As in your Potions partner Jess?”
Albus fell down onto the edge of his bed and smiled. “Yeah,” he said with a nod. “That Jess.”
Scorpius lowered his gaze to the ground and got to his feet. “Do you like her?”
“I wouldn’t necessarily say that now, Scor,” Albus laughed, leaning back on his hands and kicking his feet together to remove his shoes. “Why? Do you know someone who does?”
“I was just curious,” Scorpius said with a shrug. “Are there any girls that you like?”
“Actually, no. There’s none.”
“Do you think you might be gay?”
Albus raised an eyebrow and began shaking his head. “I d-don’t think so....”
Without any warning, Scorpius stepped forward with his lips puckered for a kiss, only to pull back with a loud laugh when Albus dived back across the bed and tumbled to the floor. The dark-haired boy groaned in pain and sat up, frowning over at his friend. “What the hell, Scor?”
“No, you’re not gay. You’re just weird,” Scorpius laughed, falling back onto his own bed. He lowered his head onto the pillow and smiled over at Albus. “Admit it; you like Jess.”
Albus sat up and sneered at Scorpius, throwing himself back onto his bed and turning away from the other boy. “Two months ago I couldn’t stand the girl. That isn’t about to change!”
“Mate, you gave her your favourite hoody.”
Albus fell silent and pulled his bed cover right up over him, blocking him from Scorpius’ view.
“Should I cast a Silencing Charm, Mister Potter?”
Author’s Note: Really short chapter, yeah, but it’s got quite a bit in it. Al is obviously getting closer to Jess and Scorpius...well, you can clearly see that for yourself. Leave some thoughts? - Siriius
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