This might be the final drabble. I'm not sure.

I'm going to post this story as complete; but if I get inspired and decide to write another drabble, I will add it to this story.

I do not own Harry Potter. I would be really rich if I did.

Albus sat down lightly next to Rose, swinging only one leg over so that he sat facing her side. "Good morning!" He reached across her for a muffin, nodding at Scorpius.

Rose leaned back so her could grab his muffin more easily. "What's wrong with you this morning?"

The head-boy paused, holding the muffin only an inch away from his mouth. He frown "What? I can't be happy?"

Rose gave him a look that told him clearly – she was not going to allow him to avoid her questioning. "It's just… You're never so cheery in the morning."

Scorpius watched his girlfriend and her cousin form across the table with mild interest. He already knew how it would end; Rose always got her way.

Albus froze for a moment before chewing his bite of muffin.

Rose studied his face closely. "Hey! You've got bags under your eyes, too!"

Albus jumped slightly and swung his other leg over the bench so that he was no longer facing his cousin's menacing glare.

She ended her stare-down abruptly and turned back to her food. The dark-hair boy almost let out a sigh of relief as he took a sip of milk.

"Get some last night?" She spoke so nonchalantly that it took Albus a second to realize what she said.

Across the table, Scorpius snorted and shook his head. Albus choked on his milk and struggled to swallow, but his eyes flickered across the hall to where Summer was seated.

Rose saw this and gave wicked and triumphant grin.

"So, Summer then. Aren't you two moving a bit too fast?"

Albus's ears burned a red that rivaled the vibrancy of Rose's locks. "No!" He spluttered for a moment. "Why am I even here? I should be at the Slytherin table." He stood up quickly and started speed-walking across the hall.

Her grin widened. "Fine Albus! But I still want all the dirty details later!"

Albus turned suddenly and changed course. He stalked out the large double doors in order to avoid more embarrassment from his cousin. He wasn't that hungry anyways.

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"Late again, Miss Bane?" Professor Flitwick glared at Summer from atop his pile of books.

Summer gave him the same charming smile that won over all her professors. "Won't happen again."

Professor Flitwick, having been her charms teacher for all of her seven years, was used to the ploy, and saw right through it. "The next time you are late to my class, you will receive detention. "

Summer nodded in understanding, then rolled her eyes when Professor Flitwick turned away.

She moved to sit down next to Alice.

The part-veela smiled kindly. "Hello Summer."

"Hey Alice." Summer reached down to pull her charms book from her bag. "What did I miss?"

"Not much. We were just going over what we learned yesterday."

Summer nodded and turned her textbook to the correct page.

When Professor Flitwick told the class to begin practicing the new charm independently, Blake turned around in her seat. "Late again, Miss Bane?"

Summer glared at her momentarily. "Shut up Blake. The only reason you're here on time is because this is where you and Fred come to snog.

Her quidditch playing friend blushed, but stuck out her tongue. "At least I'm getting some."

Summer gave her finger without, looking up at her.

"Miss Bane!"

Summer dropped her hand and turned to face her professor, sighing internally at being caught.

"Come here, please."

Summer opened her mouth and was about to say 'no, thanks' when Professor Flitwick interrupted her.

"It was not a request."

The teenaged girl blew her bangs out of her eyes and stood. She fixed her skirt before walking confidently up to the dwarf perched on a tower of books. "Yes, professor?"

Professor Flitwick summoned another book and added it to his tower so that he was at the same height as Summer. His moustache bristled and he fixed his glasses. "I will not tolerate rude behavior in my classroom! Do you understand, Miss Bane?"

She nodded and fought against the urge to roll her eyes.

"I do not want to see you make that vulgar gesture or anything like again in my class! The next time I do, the punishment will be much worse!"

Summer frowned and nodded.

"You will serve detention on Friday." He thought a moment before speaking again. "Friday, Saturday, and Sunday at 7:00."

Summer made a face that clearly said she was annoyed and blew at her bangs again.

"Are we clear, Miss Bane?"

Summer put on a fake smile. "Yes, Professor."

He squinted at her before evidently deciding her response was acceptable enough.

He turned back to the rest off the class and she took a step back. "Class dismissed."

The other students quickly packed up and fled the room while Summer struggled through the torrent of teenagers to get to her own bag.

By the time she reached her bag, she was one of the only ones left in the classroom.

Someone started clapping near her.

She looked up to find Albus looming over her.

He grinned and chuckled. "Bravo, Summer. You just got your metaphorical balls handed to you by Professor Flitwick."

She looked back at her bag and used her hair to hide a blush – that was more from her close proximity to Albus than embarrassment at being chewed out by Flitwick – from him.

After she had finished meddling around with her bag and her blush had subsided, she stood up and followed the script.

"Thank you Albus. You make me feel so much better." She feigned hurt.

He grinned. "I'm sorry." He leaned very close so that she could feel his breath on her ear. "Want a hug?"

Summer grinned and nodded. "Very much."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and straightened so that he was holding her up.

Summer threw her arms around his neck to steady herself and stared in surprise at him. Albus's ears burned at his own forwardness.

They stared at each other, the playfulness gone from their faces.

Summer's hands moved on their own accord, sliding into the silky tresses at the nape of his neck. She bit her lower lip and Albus was mesmerized at the sight.

The tip of his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

Summer released her lip and pulled him closer to her.

They leaned in together, pausing for a moment to look into each other's eyes before Summer crashed her lips down on to his.

Albus pulled her impossibly closer, hands fisting the material of her sweater.

The long awaited kiss seemed to last for ages, only ending when both teenagers' lungs were burning.

The pulled apart so that their noses bumped and they could still feel the other's breath on their faces.

"Feel better?" Albus grinned half-heartedly.

Summer nodded, already pulling him into another kiss.

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