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The following is a Harry Potter slash fanfic -- The following contains mature, adult materials not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. If you find such sexually themed materials offensive please do not read on! All characters and names are copyright J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Inc. and Warner Bros. Entertainment.
Ship(s): Albus Severus Potter/Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy
Type: (M/M) Gay
Chapter Rating: PG- 13 (for some adult language)
Scorpius stared apathetically down at the parchment that laid on top of his books. His schedule this year was considerably different than it had been any previous ones now that he was in his seventh year. He was extraordinarily grateful to be almost finished with his school career. He still couldn't figure out why his father had forced him to attend Hogwarts instead of sending him to Durmstrang. Clearly, Durmstrang's curriculum was closer to the material his father would have preferred. Scorpius could only guess that his father's sentimental attachment to this school was what had landed him here. His attention turned back to the parchment as he read the first class on the list:
Potions 0900a Dungeon 5
All around him students were shuffling hurriedly to their classes. The buzz of conversation was nearly deafening with the echo of the hall all around him. It felt like time was slowed as the entire room moved around him. Then he spotted them -- the Potter/Weasley contingent. They moved as a huge, black and red-haired unit, displacing large groups of lingering students as they made their way down the hall. Well, there was one Potter missing, but he was never with the rest. Scorpius Malfoy and Albus Potter had never made formal acquaintances with one another, but Scorpius did, at least, appreciate Albus's good sense to distance himself from his annoyingly Gryffindor relatives.
As they passed Scorpius spotted the missing Potter a good distance away, his nose buried characteristically in a Potions textbook. At a quick glance Scorpius easily recognized the book as the very same one that he was holding in his arms. He raised his eyebrow at the prospect of sitting in the same classroom as Albus. Even having never met, he knew the Ravenclaw's reputation for impeccable school work and finely honed magical ability. He had honestly never paid much attention to their passing in the corridors before, though.
Although he was similar in appearance to his siblings, there was something distinctly different about him. He looked
edgier? He had his hair styled in a purposefully tousled, messy style, his shirt not buttoned completely, and his tied hanging around his neck untied. Although he was too busy to notice, almost every female student stopped to watch him pass, instinctively licking their lips and playing with their hair as he did. Scorpius shook his head at the entire situation. As Albus passed where Scorpius stood, he realized that he, too was staring. Naturally, Albus chose that very moment to look up briefly from his reading with the most piercing green eyes Scorpius had ever seen. Time stood still and for a millisecond. Scorpius felt like he couldn't move. Then, as if time had instead sped up, Scorpius cleared his throat loudlyand shifted his books so he could run a hand through his hair in an attempt to maintain his usual apathetic image. He licked his lips nervously to allay his sudden dry mouth as Albus passed, whose attention was already firmly back to his book.
"What the bloody hell just happened?" Malfoy scolded himself silently, shaking his head. "You're such a bloody idiot sometimes, Malfoy..."
He took a quick second to regain his usual composure Scorpius and stepped out in front of a group of tittering first years, tripping a few, causing their things to explode violently from their arms and shoot across the floor. Scorpius smiled wryly.
"Oops..." he put a hand coyly to his mouth. "Did I do that?" He laughed dryly to himself and set off to his Potions class. It would be a good year being at the top of the food chain.
Albus Potter was ridiculously excited about his schedule, though it wasn't very different from the class list he had the previous year. He re-read it several times, his smile growing broader every time he noticed that Divination wasn't anywhere on the parchment. There were only advanced classes in all of his favorite subjects, from Ancient Runes to Herbology, from Charms to Astronomy--not to mention his absolute favorites, Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts. This year would be absolutely brilliant. Not to mention that McGonagall had sent a letter asking if he'd be available for tutoring throughout the year. Seeing as how his dream was to one day teach at Hogwarts, he accepted with enthusiasm.<
The morning started off like it did every year. The feast the night before was amazing, Ravenclaw received ten new students while the other houses only got about nine. He and Lily had a staring contest from across the great hall, which he won by default when a scrawny mousey-haired boy sat down in front of her. At least, that's what he told himself.
As the Great Hall started to empty, students finishing off their toast and heading to their classes, Albus pulled his Potion's book out of his bag and slowly got up from the table. He found out, through his usual means, that they'd be introduced to mind-altering potions today. He'd always been interested in the concept, but he'd never had the chance to experiment with it.
On his way down to the dungeon, his nose buried in his book, he failed to notice the eyes on him. During the few moments when he wasn't studying, he couldn't help but notice the attention, but when he had a book in his hand, nothing else seemed to exist. At one point Albus looked up for a moment, his eyes catching a set of grey before returning to his book. For a few steps he couldn't remember where he'd left off and tried to remember where he'd seen those eyes, or the face they belonged to. Deciding that he had no clue, he found his place and continued down to the dungeon. By the time he'd gotten there, as he'd made a wrong turn, the entire class was standing around the largest cauldron Albus had ever seen, Professor Davies standing proudly behind it. When he spotted Albus he beamed, "There you are, Potter. I was afraid you'd chickened out and headed off to Divination."
Albus stuck out his tongue and joined the rest of the class. "You'll never be rid of me, Professor, and ouch. Divination? Really?"
The professor smirked and motioned for him to come over to the cauldron. "Can you name the potion I've got brewing here?"
Albus looked into the cauldron, within was an opaque white liquid. Silver wisps of smoke drifted lazily out of it, forming vague figures before falling away into vapor. His eyebrows shot up to the top of his forehead, "How the hell did you convince McGonagall to let you do this?" He said in a low, concerned voice.
Professor Davies grinned mischievously, "If you know what it is, Albus, feel free to share."
Albus nodded but continued to stare down at the potion. "It's Imaginerium. It causes the drinker to go into their dreams with a conscious mind. They can control their dreams, see whatever they want, go wherever they want."
The Professor clapped Albus on the back, "Very good, Albus. Ten points to Ravenclaw. Now! Who can tell me why it's dangerous, and illegal in most countries?"
Scorpius watched as the lone Potter entered the classroom late. Everyone else had already sat in their seats and had settled in. Sitting near the front of the room, Scorpius sat alone at his desk. He was the only Slytherin in the class and he supposed his Slytherin reputation warded off any student who might choose him as a partner by sitting next time him. How Potter had managed to come in late when he had been ahead of Scorpius in the halls earlier was beyond him, but he had made it nonetheless.
And, somewhat to Scorpius's dismay, the only seat available in the entire dungeon was right next to him. Well, there were a few in the very back of the room, but he hardly expected a notoriously brilliant student like Albus Potter to relegate himself to the back of the classroom. Scorpius watched the potion as Albus studied it himself Imagenerium. He was sure he had heard of that before. Probably in some insufferable text book his father had forced him to read over the summer holiday. Scorpius's father placed a very high value on intellect. When other students were having fun during the summer holiday, Scorpius had usually spent it indoors studying with tutors or his father himself.
He wracked his brain for a scrap of information he knew was filed up there someplace. "Well," Scorpius began without raising a hand, speaking freely as the information bubbled to the surface, "Imaginerium, if taken in large doses, will prevent a person from sleep. They
think that the people they are interacting with in reality are something or someone else. So, if they believe they are seeing something dangerous that can kill or seriously injure the person or people they are interacting with."
"Excellent!" Davies exclaimed. Scorpius forced a strained smile in reaction to the praise. "10 points to Slytherin."
"Hey, Malfoy, good thing you're here or Slytherin would never get any points!" Rose Weasley quipped from the back of the classroom in a hushed voice. Several other students snickered.
Scorpius turned around to face Weasley. "Yes, thank Merlin." He agreed in a mocking tone and added with a wry smile, "Too bad there's no one here to get points for Gryffindor, though." A couple Ravenclaws snorted in amusement at the exchange.
"Malfoy, Weasley, cut it out! It's way too early in the school year for detention, don't you think?"Professor Davies warned and then turned to face Albus who was still standing at the front of the classroom. "Why don't you take a seat, Al." He gestured toward Scorpius. Albus laughed at Scorpius's retort and dropped his things down on the table beside the Slytherin. He took his seat, smiling brightly. He took a moment to look over his table-mate, recognizing him as the boy he'd seen on his way down from the Great Hall. "I'm honestly surprised she made it into this class."
The look Scorpius gave Albus in response to his comment was one of only vague interest. Potter held out his hand for the Scorpius to shake, "Albus Potter. It's good to meet you." Scorpius looked at the hand appearing only vaguely interested in the formality, and feeling obligated took Potter's hand in his hand and shook it briskly. He forced another strained smile, which came out looking more like a grimace, and nodded in greeting. "Scorpius Malfoy." He said in response.
Professor Davies began filling small vials with samples of the potion and passing them out to each student, "Today's lesson will be to create an antidote for the Imaginerium, as another side effect is the induction of coma. The antidote should be able to wake up a victim and bring them back to reality. There are instructions on page 37 in your books. Whoever makes the most effective potion by the end of the period gets twenty points for their house."
Scorpius flipped through his text book anxiously for the recipe. He was decent at the theory of Potions and memorizing book knowledge but when it came to the practical application of it Scorpius was really quite average not that he would admit that openly. Scorpius replaced his momentary expression of anxiety with characteristic stoicism and flipped his book open to page 37.
"I hope you're half way decent with this stuff." Scorpius said to Albus with a raised eyebrow, but not taking his gaze off of the words on the page. "I don't need a partner who's going to drag me down." Of course, Scorpius knew damn well that Albus Potter was nothing short of a Potions prodigy. Albus was looking at him with an amused expression playing across his perfect features. Scorpius quickly returned his attention to his textbook. He hoped Albus hadn't been observant enough to notice his momentary lapse of composure, but rather than giving him the opportunity to call him out on it, he launched into a string of commands.
"This says we need boomslang skin, tears of a grindylow, and a few other things." Scorpius pointed vaguely at the page. "Why don't you go get what we need while I set up the equipment?"
Albus grinned, "I've got a better idea." He stood up and headed over to the supply cupboards and started to fill his arms with an assortment of things that weren't listed in the book.
When he returned to the table, he set them down and organized them. "Now...for starters...next time, don't boss me around. And that nonsense about me dragging you down was a little ridiculous. I'm fairly certain we both know if that were to happen, it wouldn't be my fault." He smiled again and pointed to their cauldron, "If you would be so kind as to set that to a medium flame? I'll add the scarab eggs."
"Bossing you around?!" Scorpius responded incredulously. "Hardly." He was already beginning to get over Potter's alarmingly green eyes and the inexplicable effect they seemed to have. Perhaps he had given him too much credit for simply avoiding the rest of his family while in school. A Potter is still a Potter.
"Last I checked we are partners and share in the work. You got the ingredients --- I set up the equipment. Shared. And give me a break
I guess humility is a trait that is unheard of in the Potter family." Scorpius sneered down his nose at the Ravenclaw as he set the flame to medium even though he knew perfectly well that he was right.
"And don't boss ME around either, Potter." Scorpius added sorely sounding a little childish. "You may be used to people fawning over you like lovesick idiots, but I am not them and I do not tolerate being ordered around."
Scorpius picked up the scarab eggs and looked back to his text. A quick perusal of the ingredient list revealed what he'd thought
"That's not in the book." He frowned and furrowed his brow as he flipped to the next and previous pages to make sure that he hadn't just missed that ingredient. "I think blowing up a potion in my face might be a bit overkill for asking you to grab a couple things from the cupboard, don't you think?"
Albus sighed and took the scarab eggs from Malfoy and dumped them into the cauldron, "Do you want twenty points for your house or not? We could always work separately, I know Davies would approve of it. I usually work alone because my partners tend to not want to do things differently. Lack of imagination. Creativity is half of what makes a wizard good at potions." Scorpius looked at the boy with a touch of skepticism, but made no attempt to stop him.
After the scarab eggs, Potter followed with some milky-white liquid from a round bottle. "Personally, I wouldn't mind giving my house a head start. Just play along, will you?" Albus tried to smile, but was beginning to think he wasn't liked. He wasn't used to being disliked. It was very awkward. "I'm not trying to be rude or insulting..." Potter actually looked like he was pouting.
"Creativity?" Scorpius exclaimed in mild astonishment. "More like stupidity. I would expect Rose to start throwing random things into a cauldron, but hardly Hogwarts Potions prodigy." Scorpius said, wrinkling his nose at the milky white liquid Albus poured into the cauldron giving the concoction the unmistakable odor of bad eggs. He thought twice about his statement
maybe there was some validity to Potter's claim to creativity being half of what makes a decent potioneer. After all, it was apparently working pretty good for Potter, not that he would admit it.
Albus shot him in impatient sidelong glance as he threw a couple of other mystery ingredients into the mix. Scorpius looked on interestedly. He glanced back and forth between the instructions in the book and what Albus was doing. Occasionally he would pick up where in the list he was at and grab for an ingredient attempting to anticipate Albus's next move. However, more often than not Potter would shoot him the same impatient look and shake his head imperceptibly as if to say, "No, you idiot, not that one."
Scorpius was growing more and more frustrated with this treatment. Finally, in the most hushed voice he could muster he snapped. "You know I can't HELP unless you tell me what you'd like me to do. It's not exactly fun sitting here like a dunce while I watch you work!"
Albus looked at him blankly for a moment and broke into an amused grin. He couldn't help but find amusement in the odd combination of childishness and abrasiveness that was clearly the key features of Malfoy's personality. He tried to put on his best serious face, but couldn't quite muster one with the silly, unintentional pout on Malfoy's admittedly adorable face. "Well, why don't you chop up the mandrake?" He said, only just managing to not break out into a small laugh as he said it. He had to wipe his eyes off on the back of his hand, still fighting off the lingering urge to laugh, "As for stupidity, we'll forget that comment. Comparing me to my cousin is nothing short of an insult. She's only in this class because I was bribed into tutoring her. I'm a mad genius. Don't be comparing me to her. It hurts my feelings."
"I'll say you're mad." Scorpius said, pouting, as Albus pushed the knobbly mandrake across the table with a silver knife. Malfoy rolled up the sleeves of his tailored shirt and draped his cloak across the back of his chair. He removed the elastic from around his wrist and pulled his long, platinum blond hair into a low ponytail to keep it out of the way. The good news was that Scorpius was actually quite the chef so chopping was something he could do well at. He began skillfully cutting the root into tiny cubes. He spoke in an even tone as he worked.
"It's good to hear that your familial bonds haven't clouded you to their shortcomings. Perhaps there's hope for you yet." Scorpius smiled slightly as he said it. "And here I thought your boorishness was a direct result of blood perhaps you are simply insufferable all on your own." The words alone were hurtful, but the playful tone of voice suggested he was at least half-joking as he said it.
Albus took a break from adding stuff to the cauldron while he watched Scorpius's work on the mandrake approvingly. The cubes were perfect. Not too big, not too small. They'd melt evenly, not that he would have given Malfoy the satisfaction of his praise. "It comes with my intelligence. I'm on a first name basis with most of my Professors and they only encourage my self-centered focus."
Knowing he was breaching personal boundaries, Albus reached over and ran his fingers through the long, luxuriously blonde hair that fell below Malfoy's tie. It was insanely soft, even softer than his own. "Why've we not spoken until now? I know I've seen you before..."
Scorpius's eyes grew wide and he jerked away suddenly at the unexpected touch. His hands were covered in mandrake juice as he held them awkwardly in front of himself. When he turned to look at Potter his eyes held a soft, inviting expression that Scorpius had to force himself to ignore. "I
different houses? Different classes, I supposed?" He stuttered slightly, a slightly puzzled look on his face. Why had he been so unsettled by the minor touch? Girls touched his hair all the time and he usually relished in their attention.
He grabbed a rag from the work station behind them the students protesting as he did. Scorpius ignored them, of course. He wiped his hands, willing himself to keep his gaze from Potter's. "I must admit that it's a shame we haven't made acquaintance with one another sooner. I suspect we would be quite the team between us." He pulled himself up to his full height with an aristocratic air that made him appear indifferent. He felt a slight blush spread across his pale features that clashed with his listless expression.
Albus smiled, relieved that his fear of not being liked was gone. "I suppose that could account for it." He reached across the table and lifted the cutting board with the mandrake on it and scrapped them into the cauldron. The potion immediately turned dark purple and let off a light, flowery fragrance. He pulled out his wooden spoon and stirred the concoction five times clockwise, twice counterclockwise, and repeated. The purple color lightened a bit, "We only have one more ingredient to add and the period isn't even halfway over." Potter looked expectantly up at Malfoy. "Want to see if Davies will let us leave early?"
Scorpius looked at him, wide-eyed at the suggestion. "Already?" He tried to maintain and even tone, but a slight tremor betrayed him. He read the book, "When the potion is complete it will turn a pleasant, lavender colour and begin to emit a smell similar to oranges."
Scorpius leaned cautiously over the cauldron and sniffed. Oranges. His brain whirred. "I, well
I'm supposed to be meeting Delilah Nott 'after class to walk to Charms together
" He had been courting, or attempting to court, the pureblood witch for years, at his father's behest but the furthest it had gotten him so far was carrying her books to class. She always seemed far more interested in hanging out with her Slytherin girlfriends than hanging out with Scorpius. She was an attractive witch to be sure long raven hair, piercing ice blue eyes. She would be a good match to continue a pure blood line, but his luck had been
limited at best.
Scorpius began rolling his sleeves back down, buttoning them neatly around his wrist and replacing his cloak around his neck. "I don't know if I should
" Outwardly the idea of cutting out early sounded like a marvelous plan, but for some unknown reason Scorpius had an uncomfortable sensation in the pit of his stomach that made him hesitant.
Albus stood up and collected a sample of their potion in a vial. He capped it off with a cork and smiled down at the Slytherin, "Come on, Scorpie. It'll be fun. We'd have a little over an hour before our next class. We could take a moment to properly introduce ourselves rather than this bickering over ingredients." Potter shot him inviting lance before heading over to Professor Davies to hand him their potion.
Davies grinned, glad that his favorite student had pulled through once again. "Looks like its twenty points to Ravenclaw, and twenty points to Slytherin."
"Yes, Mr. Potter?"
Albus folded his arms over his stomach casually, "Since our potion is finished, I really don't see point in us staying for the rest of the class. We'd have time to study, but really...I don't need to study."
Davies laughed and patted Albus on the shoulder, "Of course. Go ahead. Just be sure not to run into McGonagall. She'll have my head if she knows I let you leave early." Davies shot Albus a lighthearted warning glance.
Albus nodded, "Sure thing. Thank you, Professor." He headed back to the table and threw his things back into his bag. He slung it over his shoulder and looked back at the undecided blonde once more, "Come on. Let's go on an adventure."
"An adventure?" He repeated curiously, his mischievous nature overriding any anxiety he was feeling as he raised an eyebrow in intrigue. He gathered his things together enthusiastically. Once they breached the dungeon exit Scorpius pulled his wand expertly from his sleeve and tapped on his backpack and muttered an incantation to himself causing his bag to disappear in thin air. He was left with only his cloak and wand ready for whatever adventure Albus had in mind.
"It's been a good while since I've had the opportunity or willing company to have anything resembling an adventure. What did you have in mind?" Scorpius asked excitedly.
Albus rolled up his left sleeve and ran his fingers lightly over a Celtic rune tattoo on his forearm. When his fingers reached the end of the tattoo, he gently pulled his wand from it. He'd adapted this spell from one he'd learned from his favorite painting. He followed Scorpius's lead in vanishing his bag, only after shoving his cloak into it.
Deciding to leave his left sleeve rolled up, he moved on to rolling up the other to be a little more symmetrical. Once this wardrobe adjustment was done he slid his wand back into the tattoo on his arm. "Well there are a few things we could do. We could go down to the forest and do some exploring. It's fairly early in the day so most of the beasties won't be out. Or...we could sneak out of the castle and spend an hour in Hogsmeade. Or we could hang out in the courtyard and just kick back...we could even head down to the kitchens for a snack."
He shrugged and headed in no particular direction, "Since I'm used to adventuring, as I do it often, I'll leave the destination up to you as you clearly have never done any adventuring yourself."
" Scorpius was growing thoroughly tired of being made to feel like an incompetent child. "You know maybe this wasn't the best decision." Scorpius pulled his cloak around himself tighter. "I think I'll just go wait in the Common Room for Delilah." He thought twice, instantly regretting what he said, and instead pulled the cloak off and discarded it haphazardly on the floor next to a nondescript statue. He began to walk off and turned back. "You know, now it doesn't seem so odd that I always see you alone. I thought I was an arrogant bastard, but
Wow. When you're ready to start treating me like an equal instead of an idiotic child perhaps we can revisit this adventure idea. I'll see you in class later."
Albus shook his head sadly, "You really don't pay attention do you? Firstly, I wasn't trying to make you feel inferior. Secondly, you must only be looking at me at the wrong moments. I've got a lot of friends. One of my mates in Gryffindor is hosting a Halloween party and about twenty of my friends will be there. I was going to invite you, but seeing as how you're out of your mind, I don't know if you'd enjoy it."
Without wanting to, he started following Scorpius, still a little peeved, "Not have I once indicated that I'm more intelligent than you. If you think I have, that's your own doing. I didn't have to sit beside you in class, I didn't have to get you twenty points for your house. I didn't have to get you out of class early. I was being nice to you, Scorpius, but you're too damn thick to see it. No wonder this Delilah of yours isn't interested. You're more stubborn than an angry mountain troll." He reached his hands up to his head and tangled his fingers in his hair, pulling at it a bit in frustration.
"Fuck, you're worse than Lysander." He sighed and decided to stop following Malfoy, "I don't even know why I'm still friends with him...especially after he went absolutely nutters when we dated."
He glanced at Scorpius one last time, a bit depressed due to the conversation they'd just had, and turned to head down to the forest. At least he'd get to annoy some tree sprites to make him feel better.
"Bollocks! I'm not a charity case, Potter" He exclaimed, practically spitting out Albus's last name. "And I'm a bit insulted to be compared to Scamander." He curled up the side of his lips in a grimace of derision. Lysander was probably the biggest ponce at Hogwarts.
"Besides," he added as more of an afterthought, "How would you know anything about the nature of my relationship with Delilah? I've just about got her pinned, mate. Ladies don't resist the Malfoy charm long." He smiled the most debonaire smile he could, pulling himself up to his full length, smoothing the front of his shirt. Truthfully, he doubted Delilah had any interest at all, really. Not only was Scorpius's attempt at courtship half-assed to the say the least, but he was pretty sure he'd heard a rumor about her being caught snogging Rochelle Vane behind the stairs to the Astronomy tower last year. He was pretty sure he wasn't "her type".
He couldn't even hide from even himself that he was intrigued by Albus Potter -- as insufferable as he found the bugger a good part of the time. He had a reputation -- not only for his remarkable intelligence and skill with a wand, but he was something of a sexual legacy among both sexes, but certainly most notably with the male students. The thought made Scorpius twinge uncomfortable at the thought of his hand tangled up in his hair. Truthfully, he was excited at the prospect of befriending some with his kind of potential. Scorpius had plans -- to discover new magic and travel the world, and if Albus was anywhere near as talented as his reputation suggested he was a person worth aligning himself with.
Scorpius was no Squib himself, among his Slytherin peers and professors his reputation was just as high and promising. (Even if his skills in Potions were slightly lacking -- he made up for it in other pursuits.) He turned back to look at Albus who now stood sadly rooted on the spot. It was an expression that did not suit his strong, inviting features. Scorpius couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"What now? Have I hurt your feelings?" Malfoy asked with a light, subtle timbre of mocking. He re-approached Albus, placing his hand firmly on his shoulder in a semi-contrived gesture of comfort. He could feel the wispy ends of Albus's jet black hair tickling the top of his hand and for the briefest moment contemplated running a hand through it before returning his gaze to Albus's downcast eyes.
Albus stepped back, letting Scorpius's hand fall away from his shoulder, "Yes, so please don't touch me..." He mumbled quietly and brought his eyes up from the floor but couldn't remove the confused sadness found in them. He'd never had any sort of argument like this with anyone. Not even James who had tried his hardest to make his life hell for the past six years. He was looking forward to this year because he was finally rid of him. He had no more bullies, no more enemies once his brother left. Until now, it seemed.
He sighed and let his eyes fall to the floor again, which was a bit embarrassing but for some reason he couldn't help but do it. Not being able to look someone in the eye showed weakness, and Albus was not a weak person. At least, that's what he kept trying to tell himself. "I'll not interfere with your schooling or social life again. I promise. Potters never break their promises, despite how pathetic you may think we are." He retrieved his wand again and brought back his bag, pulled his cloak from it and put it back on. "Good luck with your Delilah. I'll sit in the back during our next classes. I really don't need to be near the front anyway."
Again he turned and headed down the hall, his wand held loosely in his right hand while his bag was slung over his left shoulder. He tried his best to be casual and upbeat. Though he was sometimes thought of as an outcast, like Scorpius had pointed out, he was always a very confident and friendly person. He wasn't super egotistical, but he did like himself. His mum had always told him it was important to like yourself. They had that horrible conversation the night James told them that he'd caught Albus snogging Lysander. That was a rather dark day for the young Potter. James always had to ruin things before Albus could sort them out.
He started twirling his wand between his fingers, small blue sparks shooting out like miniature fireworks. Pretty, but had no magical purpose. If Scorpius was in as many of his classes as he began to suspect, this year would end up being obnoxiously bothersome. Oh well...he'd heard from one of his friends that Marcus Creevey fancied him. He at least had that to look forward to.
"Touchy." Scorpius muttered under his breath as he watched the overly emotional Potter walk away. He couldn't pretend he wasn't slightly disappointed that Albus hadn't been slightly more resilient to what was Scorpius's usual manner of interacting with people. Clearly Albus was not accustomed to people actually displaying anything other than blind devotion and rapt awe at his mere presence. He glanced at his wayward cloak down the hall and aimed a spell at it causing it to disappear (presumably to wherever his bag had gone as well). 'Although,' he thought, 'I would like to know that wand/tattoo spell trick. Could be handy...' With that thought he was bound and determined to at least befriend the boy enough to coax him into showing him the spell that allowed him to do it. He nodded curtly to himself and headed to the Common Room to wait until it was time for his next class.