The Snake-Pit (Albus Potter x OC)

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Argh! I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think now both my parents offically like Albus Potter.

I know, what a strange world we live in. A world in which Potter has somehow manged to charm not only Pansy Flint but also the most famous quidditch player in the world...Marcus Flint.

Thats's right. Not to mention dad said: 'I'm impressed, kid'.  

To Potter!. About Potter's plays!.

Meanwhile I stood in that changing room like an idiot. 

Not even thinking to say: 'hey dad, remember me? the girl you gave life to that got snubbed for captain?. Well gee dad, why don't you compare my plays? Because its far superior than Potter's!'.

But no, like a simpleton I said nothing. Because I'm a supportive girlfriend. Obviously I can be proud of my boyfriend without having to make it all about me!. Or be jealous in any type of way. Yet...

I glared at the green eyed monster infront of me. 

Potter, obviously having just gotten prasie from dad (AKA, greatest quidditch player in the world) is wearing a shit eating grin. 

I want nothing more than to wipe it off his stupid face.

No. I'm a suppostive girlfriend so instead I tusk. "I'm going to go meet Suzie for lunch".

Potter immediately frowned at me. "It's past one, lunch is over".

Shit. 

I shrugged uncaringly. "Well then I'm going to go see Suzie and Scorp".

Potter indicated to the door where dad had just left. "You don't want to say goodbye to Marcus first?".

It's the first name basis Potter has managed to befriend my dad on, I hate it. I definitely wouldn't go round calling Mrs Potter, 'Ginny'. 

It separates us, and still I'm comparing him to Tiffany Rosier. Even if mum or dad insisted you call them by their first name you would never. Names are everything to pureblood families. Not that we stand for the pureblood ideals but if Potter were to ever call my dad 'Marcus' infront of the likes of Draco or even Suzie I'd be embarrassed. I felt my eye tick in frustration. "You can't call him that".

Potter eye's somehow turned a shade darker. "Why, were you not listening?. He seemed pretty irked by Mr Flint".

I rolled my eyes. "Obviously because my grandfather was a muggle hating moron. And that's besides the point. Just call him, Mr Flint or Flint".

Potter shook his head like that simply wouldn't do. "But your Flint".

Okay so maybe my heart melted a little at that. I shook my head.  "Slytherin families don't address people by their first names so casually. Its..." I tried to think of something that wouldn't  offended him. I mean its a real good way to show us your a half blood or less. "..unbecoming".

He crossed his arms over his chest and leant against the nearest locker. "You call Suzie by her first name. Is that unbecoming?".

How is he not getting this?. I huffed. "No. Suzie is my closest friend but that doesn't mean I'd call her dad Vince. It's unbecoming to call people you don't know well by their first name in certain communities like...like um.." I started waving my hand around as if Potter could magically understand without actually saying the wor-

He smirked. "Pureblood?. Or are you trying to say Slytherin families, as you so eloquently put it?. Because the only families I can think of are the ones with ex death eater connections. The ones who blindly followed Voldemort int-"