A/N- Yikes, what's it been like 3? 4? weeks? The horror… I'm so sorry, but my computer is officially kaput... excuse me. KAPUT. Capitol letters makes a better statement. And this is severely unbeta'd. That doesn't mean it's unreadable, it just means the grammar and such may be much worse than usual... please forgive me... I just wanted to give you guys something, then keep leaving you with nothing.

Most people were amused by James POV, but it seemed once was enough, lol. It's cool. It was a one time thing for him, I promise. Back to Al and Score this chapter. And by the way this chapter gets a little... personal... not M or anything, just thought you should know...

Disclaimer- I don't own anything these days, I swear. I just take great pleasure in trying to make an interesting story out of characters I didn't have to create, lol.

Recap (cuz let's face it, it's been a while)- Al and Score were discovereed by their parents. James thprughly kissed Mrs. Malfoy (with a smirk from Mr. Malfoy afterwards), Rose and David are a secret item, and it's now the end of their 5th school year and are staying at Score's house for his birthday weekend... whoo... hope that was helpful...

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What Two Much Fun Gets You

Al's POV

"Score were doing this more often."

"Definitely, at least 8 times a year."

"Make than 10 Hugo."

"What about school? There's no way we could do this that often."

"Summers, Holidays, Hogsmeade weekends-"

"Hogsmeade weekends? They won't let us come to Score's house, you dope."

"Then we'll make it Malfoy weekends… then Score's popularity will blast through the roof."

It's official. James is off his rocker.

"I always knew you were a daft one James. And your last statement just proves it." Score stated while shaking his head.

We were all headed towards our rooms after quite the afternoon. First that Lunch in the living room- well the upstairs living room. And then after waiting a while- about 5 minutes, we all jumped up for a big game of Quidditch. Even mum, Uncle George and Score's Dad played. Uncle Ron wanted to play, but Aunt Hermione reminded him that he 'couldn't stay over with us, because he had such important work to do'. In other words she used his own words against him.

After playing for what only seemed liked minutes it was dark out and Mrs. Malfoy had sent a house elf to fetch us and tell us Dinner was ready. And what a dinner it was… I'd tell you what it was, except it was bunch of stuff I can't pronounce. But I was assured it wasn't anything like sheep's intestine's or cow's foot, or anything else a bloke shouldn't be eating. Anyway, it was delicious. And then there was cake, tarts and ice cream for desert.

And as if all that wasn't enough, Score' dad took us over to the stables where he keeps his flying creatures for his business, and took us all on Palomino carriage rides. It was a blast seeing Britain from up high. Only problem was that James decided to jump in the carriage with Score, David, Rose and I. As if it weren't obvious that we all could've used a James free moment while riding in the night sky.

According to David, James is of the opinion that Mum never leaves Score and I a moment's peace, and he really does feel bad about it. Of course the problem there is just the fact that if he knows mum never leaves us a moments peace might mean… I don't know… mean he's always around too bloody much as well?

Or maybe that's just me?

And on the David and Rose side, in what turned out to be a big night for all during last New Year's, Rose snagged David's first kiss. Much to my relief… I mean happiness. Anyways, taking a page out of Paisley's book Rose positioned herself near Dominique as well (but not too close, those two aren't exactly best cousins) but instead of surprising him, she merely stepped in his path. According to her, she left it up to him. If you ask him, he wasn't going for Dominique at all this year, Rose was his intention the whole time. No matter what you believe (and if you don't want a punch in the arm from Rose, you'll believe her) they snogged. And they've been doing so ever since.

In secret of course. If a secret means only Score, Molly, Roxanne, Lily, and I know. David is still deathly afraid the rest of the boys in the family will kill him. And Rose being the genius she is… agreed.

Back to the present, for the most part the day had been great, and now we were all headed towards our respective rooms for the night.

"Night cousins." James yelled as he and David hit their room first.

"Night."

And so it went, all of us cousins saying good night's until Score and I were the last ones in the hallway. Score had immediately pulled me with him towards his own bedroom, when the race for rooms began. Besides thanking the gods for the fact that he had his own loo, I was grateful for the distance. Hopefully, we'd be able to hear anything before someone came barreling into our room, unannounced.

And believe me, I'm sure mum is going to try her hardest to do so. While David and Rose have their own secret issues, Score and I aren't exactly having much better time either. While our relationship isn't exactly a secret at school, it isn't exactly broadcast either. We haven't changed our routine any, we still hung out as often as possible. We still had to deal with our house rivalries- including the Slytherin/Gryffindor match. While he's always beaten me, I finally caught it this time. Of course Slytherin would crush Ravenclaw in the final game and win the cup, but still. But going around snogging each other wasn't something we were just ready to advertise yet.

Though there was one thing different. Very different. Score's speaking. He didn't do it immediately. Which I was pissed about to be honest. And don't get me started that he decided to break the vow in his Transfiguration class- a class I don't have with him. When I had to hear it through Derrick, who heard it through Eric, who heard through, Roger, who heard it through Score's mouth… I nearly exploded on the spot.

Of course hearing about the subsequent fainting of Professor Boot afterwards greatly calmed me down… and made me laugh. And of course people wanted to know what happened that made him speak, but he'd clam up all over again, and just like how they eventually stopped asking why he didn't talk, they stopped asking why he did.

A kiss from Score silence's my thoughts.

"I can't believe we're finally alone." I say when he stops.

"And you were worried."

"Of course I was. I mean I still am. Mum isn't that far away, and I know she'll come. If not her James."

"Sshhh. The last thing I want to hear about is your brother or your… hello Mrs. Potter."

I was momentarily confused until I turned back to see, my mum standing in the door way.

"Come to say good night." I said.

It wasn't a question.

"Of course not son, don't be silly. It's only 11, don't tell me you two are tired already?" she asked.

"Well it has been a long-"

"Of course not. Did you have something else on the agenda?" Score said interrupting.

I looked turned and faced him and looked at him as if he were nuts. And then I can hear footsteps, and I turn back to see Rose peak her head in.

"Come on you two Uncle George has got his newest batch of fireworks for us to have a look at."

"Does he? Come on Al, let's have a look." Score says walking by me, as if there isn't anything wrong this picture.

I turn, putting on my best 'of course I want to see fireworks' face. I imagine it looked like my 'yes, of course I want more vegetables' face. I could tell mum could see through it. But of course I could see through her newest attempt to torture me, so I guess we're even.

Once outside I see that indeed Uncle George has managed to set up about three crates of fireworks, ready to be lit and amaze us.

"Now that everyone's here, I can start. I present to everyone the newest in Weasley Wizard's Wheezes, the Flying Firecrackers."

And a once Teddy- who's obviously been roped into helping, hands each of us a long tube with a string attached.

"Now when I say when, pull the strings and wait foe the magic to happen." Uncle George says with a grin. "And spread out a bit.

I move to take a step or two away from everyone else, when I feel Rose's elbow in my rib.

"Ow…"

She tilts her head a little over away from the crowd, by one of the trees. I see that Score is already back pedaling that way, and so is David. So I do so as well. James is of course next to Hugo and Freddie, trying to rapidly take in everything Uncle George is saying. Mum, is involved in what looks to be a deep conversation with Aunt Hermione, and Mrs. Malfoy- though it could just be a ploy.

"On three everybody. 1, 2, 3…"

And I pull my string, just like everyone else, and I hear the pop as a I see a small wad of something fly out. I expect it stay straight, but it immediately starts to whiz in different directions, and I immediately hear Score say-

"There like Snitches…"

And I can't help but agree. Each of them are a little lit so you can just make them out flying about.

"When does the fireworks start dad?" Freddie asks looking up at the sky.

"Just wait for it…" Uncle George replies.

And then two of the snitch like balls collide and then there's a blast and giant sparks of red and green light the sky. Of course ooh's and ahh's follow.

"Each of your tubes has a color, every color combination makes something different. Let's see if we can't get all the designs, hmm?"

I watch as everyone else goes to grab more tubes and start shooting as a blue ball hits with a yellow, and a giant dragon appears flying through the sky. But I look at Score.

"Sort of romantic, yeah?" I ask.

"You mean, bright flashes of color, sure to cause sudden blindness. And great bangs of noise that will ignite a migraine? Yes, quite romantic."

But I can see him smirking. I hear a giggle from behind Score, and we both look to see David whisper in Rose's ear before giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Why don't we try that?" I ask.

And the next thing I know Score is pulling me to the other side of the tree, and we're snogging as well. And I'll admit the occasional giggle may have escaped me as well. Score kept getting scared whenever there was random blast of one of the fireworks, and he'd get this scared look on his face and then remember what it was.

"It isn't funny." He said looking put out.

"I'm sorry Score, you think you'd ignore it by now."

"Just get back over here and put that mouth to better use than talking."

I'm about to lean in, when Rose voice stops me.

"Kill it, it's our mum's."

And I Score and I both peer from around the tree to see my mum, and Aunt Hermione walking our way.

"Any ideas for an explanation?" I ask.

"Tell them the truth. We came over here for a snog." David says.

"So you two have gotten over your fear of the rest of the blokes in my family?" I ask.

"Yes." David says.

"No." Rose says at the same time.

I raise my eyebrow at this.

"Do I sense trouble in paradise?" Score asks.

But the answer will have to wait as the two women reach us.

"And what's been going on over here?" Mum asks.

"Honestly mum, we just weren't in the mood for fireworks tonight. So we came and had a sit down away from everyone else."

"Oh, well why not just go back in the house then?"

I'm about to ask was that an option, but mum who probably is thinking the last thing she would want is for the four of us to be alone in the house.

"Don't be silly Hermione, they still wanted air. But the last of the fireworks are almost done. No reason they can't join us all as we head back in then."

At this I actually see Aunt Hermione, give mum a quizzical look. And I think my prayers have been answered. Aunt Hermione is the most sensible one in the family. While our generation hosts multiple geniuses, her and Uncle Percy are there generations. But Aunt Hermione is a lot easier to talk too.

We all start to walk back towards everyone else and back into the house, for what I hope is for good. We all start to disperse, but I have an idea-

"Aunt Hermione, can I talk to you?" I ask.

I see Rose and Score look at me funnily (David is already up by James). I nod to let them know it's okay. Mum is a bit further up talking to Uncle George, and hasn't noticed anything. Good.

"Sure Al."

Everyone else departs, and she and I take a seat on one of the upstairs living room couches.

"So what's on your mind?" she asks.

"Mum." I reply.

"What about her? She seems fine." Aunt Hermione asks.

"I'm sure she is around you, but she's driving me nuts." I state truthfully.

Aunt Hermione looks a bit unsettled by my choice of words, but her quizzical look is back a moment later.

"I take it this is about the four of you sitting by the tree?"

"Yes… Score and I can't get a moment's peace."

"And what exactly do you need a moment's peace for?" she asks.

I can't help but feel myself blushing.

"It's not anything like that… it's just she never leaves us alone. I mean, aren't we entitled to some alone time?" I ask.

"You're 16 years old."

"Is there an age limit on alone time?" I ask just a bit sarcastically.

You may think I'm being forward, or maybe even a bit rude. And you'd be right, but you have to be that way with Aunt Hermione, she's a very facts only type of person. And to prove my point she's smirking at me.

"No… there isn't." she says with a small smile, "But your mum, like all mothers feels you're probably a bit too young to start getting ahead of yourselves."

"I understand that, really I do. All that 'Mother hen leaving her nest with the chicks' or something like that. Rose was trying to explain it to me. But it's not like that." I say.

"Just like Ron…" she says with a smile.

"Anyways, on the outside Mum may have agreed to my oneness with Score, but I think on the inside she's not really accepting it."

"I don't know Al…"

"Aunt Hermione, she popped up in Hogwarts four times since New Year's."

The only time my mum ever comes to Hogwarts is if she's coming to watch one of our Quidditch games- and even that wasn't often because she knew she'd attract attention being a famous ex player herself. And she knows how we hate when they get attention.

"Well you guys play Quidditch-"

"We only had two games in the second half of the year- and she only came to one of those. She was at Hogsmeade twice, and the other time she came during the Easter hols."

I see the look of surprise on her face.

"Ok, so maybe she's a bit… nervous. Have you tried looking at it from her POV?"

"What do you mean?"

"One of her sons is in relationship with another boy. She's probably worried about your safety, your health, the rest of your lives. She's probably more than a bit scared."

Okay, I can understand that.

"Then why not just say that? I've been thinking this is all about grandkids. Like James and Lily won't bring her any." I state.

She smiles.

"Yes that's probably apart of it too, if Mrs. Weasley is anything to judge her on. But really Al, she's just concerned."

"Well can't she be concerned without ruining my life? I've just had to spend the last 7 months being around Score and not doing anything. All I want is for some time to relax with him worry free. And yes they may mean a snog or two, but that's it. We're not anywhere near to doing anything more. We're 16."

I added the 16 part, as affirmation that that 16 isn't the time to be doing anything serious. And she hasn't answered immediately, so that means he at least considering helping me.

"Ok… I'll talk to her. I'm not promising it will help. More than likely, it'll just piss her off, but at least she'll know that you know that you're on to her. And at the very least it'll mean she knows she'll have to take responsibility for her actions."

I breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thanks Aunt Hermione."

"No problem. Now… about Rose and David…" she says.

"Oh, what about them?" I ask hoping to look less guilty.

"Don't play coy. They have finally reached the more than friends stage, am I correct?"

"Ask me no questions, and I'll tell no lies Aunt Hermione."

"Omission of an answer is almost a dead give away."

I just shake me head, knowing it's the best I can do.

"Yes, well if you could pass on to Rose that her mum is on her side, I'd appreciate it." She said simply.

I quirk an eyebrow at her.

"Most of you kids think all of us as parents are out to get you, but really were not. And sometimes, if you give us a chance, we really can be helpful. Your mum included. Just think about it. Good night Al."

And Aunt Hermione kisses me on the cheek, and leaves. I made my way up the stairs. After managing to make it through a very messy pillow fight, in which I spotted Lily, Roxanne and Renee gang up on Paul and Hugo, in a corner, and Gabe smack James in the head from behind, I walked into Score' Room. He was lying on his bed.

"So… what was the talk about?" He asks immedieately.

"About seeing if Aunt Hermione could get my mum off our backs."

"Oh…"

"And speaking of that? What gave earlier? Why'd you tell her we weren't tired? Maybe we could have stayed in."

"Don't be daft. She only would've decided to stay in and 'keep us company' or have you forgotten about two days ago already?"

Two days ago, Score came to say with us because it was Lily's birthday and mum threw a small get together. And whenever we said we felt like staying in,or going out alone, mum was there to go or decided to ask everyone else to come with us.

"I didn't forget, but once she was out, a locked door would have kept us safe. We could have always said we were somewhere else in this giganto house."

"No offense Al, but I didn't start speaking to lie… I did enough lying while I was silent." He responds.

And I'm so caught off guard by his words, that I stand there lost for words. And not just for a short moment either. It was like a whole two minutes of silence.

"So you don't have a response then?" He quizzes.

"I just I don't know what to say… I never really thought about it that way… I mean it would've just been like when were at my house-"

"At your house there's no locking doors, and pretending to be someplace else. And there definitely wouldn't be any lying about it to your mum afterwards if we did. And I won't do that here either, just because we can get away with it."

I gulp.

"You're right. And I doubt it would've helped us in the long run." I admit.

"Exactly. Plus, look what happened when we managed to work with what we had? Didn't we manage a few snogs?" He says sitting up just enough to look at me.

"Alright, alright I'll give you that… but the other part of what you said…"

He's silent and lays back down.

"Don't worry about it… it was a stupid thing to say." He states.

"No, it wasn't stupid. It was real…"

"Real stupid…"

"Score…"

"In the hospital," he starts and then clears his throat.

And I wonder what he's going to say.

"I really realized how much my muteness hurt everyone around me. I use to lie to myself and think that everything was better by my staying silent. But really I was just a scared kid, afraid of my mum. I'd see my father's face and try and tell myself that I was saving him from any more trouble in his life, but all that time all he wanted was for me to talk."

I don't say anything. I know this is a moment when people just need to talk.

"And then there were my grandparents. She cried you know? My grandmother. And I knew then, why it was so important to everyone. So I decided to talk more. Maybe not all at once, but slowly. And I also promised myself no more lying. That I had lied enough while being mute. I assured myself it wouldn't feel any better lying verbally, and not to do it."

My legs take me over to Score's bed and sit down on it. I look down at him. He's not crying or anything, but he has a serious look on his face.

"Then I promise you'll never tell another lie again. I swear on it." I say.

He stops looking straight up and looks at me.

"You can't promise that." He says starting to smile.

"Of course I can. Because if you lie, than that means you'll make ma a liar. And you hate lying so much, I know you won't be able to bare having made me one." I say simply with my own smirk.

He can't hold in the chortle of laughter that escapes him.

"You're a real prat you know that?"

"And you can't resist me for it."

"I can't lie… I do."

And he pulled my face toward his. And we were finally snogging.

Alone.

In a bed.

But I just kept waiting for the sound of the door opening. And mum, or a cousin coming to interrupt.

But one minute passed.

And then five.

And then 10.

And by about the 15th minute, and two positions changes I've forgotten all about mum (thank Merlin) and my cousins, and only concentrate on the boy above me.

"Maybe we should stop…" He says pulling a part.

He's straddling my waist, and looking down at me.

"Why?" I ask sounding a bit too breathless for my comfort level.

"Because… unless we both want to have a very uncomfortable nights sleep, we should stop."

I know exactly what he's talking about. Both of our erections have been rubbing against each other for at least the last five minutes of our snogging. Not that I'm complaining…

"If you say so…" I reply.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"What do you mean?"

"'If you say so'." He says repeating my words in a mocking voice, "Are you saying you think I wanted to stop?"

"Well… you are the one that did stop…" I say knowing it will piss him off.

"So you wouldn't mind if we kept going…" he asks.

"Well yeah. I could snog you all day Score." I reply.

"I don't just mean snogging Al…"

And his words come as his hand sneaks inside my pants eliciting a surprised gasp from lips. And before I can respond I feel his hand wrap ever so carefully around my cock.

"Score…"

But I don't get much further as he ever so slightly runs his hand up and down the base. And this time my gasp is filled with much more than surprise.

"I mean stuff like this. You like?" He says with a smirk much more sinister then his regular one.

Did I like it? It was like heaven, and it was only one stroke. Someone else's hands, definitely beats your own any day.

"It was brilliant, but-"

"Sshhh…"

And I don't say anything else because he's continuing what he started, and my mind can only focus on how good what he's doing feels. But it doesn't last long… or should I say I don't last long. Not even ten minutes later, I've spilled my seed over his hand.

And while I'm breathing as if I've just run a marathon, he's merely looking at his hand, now covered in my spunk. And in one the craziest, sexiext things I've ever seen, he licks on of his fingers.

"You… you just…"

"Yes. I did. And it was quite the experience. Not bad at all, I think…"

And even though he looks confident, I can tell he's nervous about the whole thing. And so I do the only thing I can think to do.

I return the favor.

And I don't feel so bad, because he doesn't last much longer than I did either. And I see the same look I probably wore on my face, on his face after I licked my hand as well. Hmm… not great, but not terrible. But if licking it, will make Score always have that face, then I'll do it gratefully.

And then we lie there next to each other, sticky hands entwined in the others.

"That was… it was great, yeah?" I ask.

"I believe the correct term would be, Brilliant." He replies.

We're quiet again.

"I'm surprised your mum didn't catch us." He says.

"Me too… Maybe Aunt Hermione talked some sense into her.

"That would almost be too much to ask for wouldn't it?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because that could mean, we could do this again tomorrow night too." He says.

I hadn't even thought that far ahead. But I liked the sound of it, and really hoped it was the case that Aunt Hermione had done the trick. I feel myself yawn at the thought of dreaming about doing this again.

"Tired?"

"A bit…" I reply.

"Then go to sleep."

"What about you?"

"I wanna go say good night to my father before I go to bed."

"Okay then Score… I'll wait for you to come back then."

I watch as Score gets up. He grabs his wand, and with a silent flick, both our hands are stickiness free.

"Thanks" I say.

He nods and walks out the door.

Score's POV

I walk through the hall and see the tell tale signs of a pillow fight. Hundreds of pillow feathers line the floor. I can't help smirking. As I pass David and James room the door opens. David walks out.

"What are you doing out?" He asks.

"Going to say good night to my father. What about you?"

"Er… loo." David replies.

Of course I see the room I know Rose and Roxanne are sharing open, and out peaks Rose's head.

"Using the loo in Rose's room then?" I quiz with a smirk.

"Oh shut up Score." He says.

"What about James?" I ask David.

"Knocked out. Mixed some sleep serum in my butter beer, and switched it with his. He'll be out for the night." David said without remorse (which is a true Slytheryn way) while closing the door with a bang.

I looked at him as if he were crazy as the sound of the door echoes. And then he just opens the door again, peaks back inside, and says-

"Still sleeping."

"Slytherin to the bone." I say with a nod of approval.

Rose has crept over to us.

"Everything alright?" she asks.

"Yeah, Score was going to go say good night to his father, and not mention this, right Score?"

"You got it. Have a good night." I say with a nod.

And I walk away. And could only smirk as I heard the door slam again and I look to see an empty hallway.

I walk down the stairs with every intent of walking through the upstairs living room to the adult side, but I can hear noise coming from inside the room already and so I just listen from the side of the door way to the voices.

"What about the kids?" Al's mum is asking.

"Most of them are asleep, I would think by now. There was a very triumphant win by young Hugo in their pillow fight." Grandfather states.

"Sounds like fun."

And I'm sure that's Al's father's voice.

"This is serious Harry."

"I know, I know… look you don't have to do anything now. I just thought I'd let Draco know now, before he sees it in the morning paper." Mr. Potter adds.

"Or the kids for that matter. Scorpius is usually up early." My father's voice replies.

"There's no reason to ruin this weekend for them. Draco you can just head out tomorrow and take care of whatever it is, and then come back quickly." Grandmother's voice chimes in.

"Sorry to intrude, but I doubt anything about this will be quick. She's already lawyered up. And it seems there game plan is to go for the press first."

And I know that voice, it's Kingsley Shacklebolt's.

"The press?" Al's mum quizzes.

"Of course," Mrs. Hermione says sounding as if she knows everything already, "she's going to try and use Draco's negative image against him."

"But she married him. Her image isn't much better… sorry Draco…" Freddie's father says.

"It won't matter. She isn't the one who's known as the Death Eater." my father responds.

"Give me a few moments with her… I have been known in my time to be quite persuasive." Grandfather's voice says.

"There shouldn't even be any question about any of this. She deserves to rot in Azkaban." Al's mum states.

Though I have a sinking feeling of what this is about, I won't believe it till I'm sure. And I find myself actually taking a peak inside the room. Luckily everyone is facing the fire. And I can barely make out Mr. Potter's head in the fire through all the legs. Though I do notice Kingsley Shacklebolt is in my living room.

"Look... I'll go in now. But I won't stay the night. My mother is right. My son is entertaining his friends and their guests for his birthday celebration. I don't want to ruin it with the news that his mothers been found."

I gasp. I didn't mean to, but I couldn't help it. I don't think anyone heard me because after my father's announcement, a few arguments broke out. Though I do think Mr. Potter may have glimpsed my way from the fire… if I could see him then logically there's a chance he could see me. So I moved back behind the wall.

And then I decide I've heard enough. No matter what they choose, I already know, so it doesn't really matter. The fact is the same.

My Mother's been found.

I try and think about everything this means as I walk back up the stairs.

Didn't someone say something about the press? Does that mean people will be hounding us from now on? Maybe even as soon as tomorrow? And I've always known about my father being involved with all that Voldemort stuff, but he was young and just did whatever grandfather said to do. Are they going to start bring it all up? Will he go to jail?

And what about me? Eventually there's going to be a trial. I'll have to speak. The vial. No the vials… why didn't I ever get those things back? I'll have to go back to school when it's done… if the trial is even done by the time school starts again. Everyone will know… know about what happened… instead of getting better like they were… it'll get worse all over again.

I look up to see that I'm standing in front of my door. I open it slowly, hoping Al has fallen asleep. I don't see him move, and he doesn't speak, and I'm grateful. I walk over to my closet and slowly change into my pajamas. I go to sit down on the bed, but I guess that was enough to wake Al.

"Sorry… must have dozed off…" He says sleepily.

I can see now that he managed to change his clothes too.

"It's okay… go back to sleep…" I say.

"Come, lay down next to me. This is the first time we've ever slept in the same bed." Al says with a sleepy grin.

And what about Al? My mum will have people do everything they can to try and hurt me. Including hurting Al.

"Come on, lay down already." He says.

I lay down next to him. I feel his hand grab mines in his and squeeze.

"I could get use to this. What about you?" He asks.

"Yeah…"

But I know I can't. I can't get used to this, or my mum will find out. I'll have to stop this…

"I bet you didn't see my mum, right? Aunt Hermione probably kept her mind busy on something else."

Yeah like my mum…

"I'm gonna sleep now. Don't stay up too late… or I might get to see you with a bag or two under your eyes…" he says.

I snort. even depression is no reason to start thinking getting put of hand. Bags... yeah right.

"Good night Score."

And he sits up quickly to kiss me. I return the kiss.

And though he doesn't know it, it'll be our last.

"Night Al." I say.

And he pulls my hand and arm around his waist as he spoons his body into mine. And for a while I just listen to him breathe and watch the slow rise and fall of his chest.

And I realize maybe he will see those bags after all.

"Oh,"

And he doesn't open his eyes, but he leans into me just a bit and says-

"Happy Birthday Score"

Yes, there will be bags under my eyes. Because tonight I'm going to savor every moment of this time with Al that I can.

Because tomorrow, it will all end.

A/N- Okay, so you got a break on the cliffie's last chapter. And this one isn't an immediate cliffie, it's not like I left you in the midst of blackness again, did I? Oh… you say that still isn't very comforting? Well at least I tried…

Next chapter is a Malfoy perspective. And again I ask if anyone will be terribly averse to seeing a Lucius POV. Not a long one either like the whole chapter James had. Definitely smaller. Just let me know.

And thanks to everyone who's reviewed and alerted. I have every intention of replying to reviews, so bare with me.

Later Days. :)