Frail ❃ Albus Potter

Eight

Love me,
Hate me,
But can't you see what I see?

'Well, you two look like you just had sex with each other,' Lily Potter said cheerfully as me and Albus sat down in the Great Hall.

'What?' Me and Albus looked at each other, and then back at Lily.

'We don't,' I said. 'Albus' hair always looks like that!'

'Yours doesn't,' Lily said, sipping her pumpkin juice. 'Normally it looks fine. Today it looks like someone tried to tear it out.'

I blinked. 'Well, nobody did. We didn't have sex.'

Lily raised an eyebrow. 'Of course you didn't. You only look like it. ' She leant across the table and sniffed me cautiously. 'Ah. And you smell like Albus, too.'

'I don't smell like Albus!' I sniffed my arm, then sighed. 'Okay, I do. But we just fell asleep by the fire.'

'I have a smell?' Albus asked, looking confused.

'Yes. It's a nice smell, like broomsticks and cherry shampoo,' I explained. 'Now I smell like broomsticks and cherry shampoo.'

Lily giggled. 'Oh my God, you two are totally dating, aren't you?'

'Oh my God,' Albus imitated. 'Rose totally paid you to say that, didn't she?'

'We're not dating,' I added.

Lily coughed into her porridge something that sounded like 'bullshit.'

'On a totally different note,' Lily said casually, 'have either of you ever smelt Amortentia?'

I blinked. 'Well, yeah, I mean, we smelt it in Potions class a few weeks ago...'

Lily sniffed and then laughed, catching the eye of Rose, who was further down the table. 'Oh, really? What did it smell like to you?'

'Irrelevant,' I muttered, taking a few spoonfuls of cereal. 'Totally irrelevant.'

Broomsticks and cherry shampoo. Why does he have cherry shampoo, anyway? I wondered. Who has cherry shampoo? I don't even like cherries!

'Um,' I tried to think of other smells as Lily glared. 'Well, it also smelt of pine trees and that Honeydukes chocolate I love-'

'Also?' Lily said sneakily.

'Ask Albus,' I muttered, rolling my eyes. 'And, really, how much is Rose paying you?'

Albus snickered.

'Two Galleons and a bar of Honeydukes chocolate,' Lily said promptly.

Me and Albus stared.

'What?' Lily asked. 'I'm expensive, you know. Anyway, Albus, you're up.'

'Ink, wind-'

Lily snorted. 'That's stupid, wind doesn't have a smell.'

'Yes, it does,' Albus protested. 'When you're flying and the wind's in your hair, and you're so high you can't see anything but sky...'

Lily and Albus sighed.

I remained quiet. I hated flying and always had. I just hated heights. The only time I'd been on a broom was in Madame Hooch's flying lessons in my first year.

'And vanilla,' Albus finished.

Lily looked disappointed. 'You're both filthy liars,' she declared. 'And you're going to go to Hell for lying about your feelings.'

'Let me guess,' Albus sighed. 'Rose added in a sugar quill if you said that?'

Lily nodded. 'Yup. She said she'd give me an extra two Galleons if I put my porridge on your head just because she wanted to see what you looked like with porridge on your head, but I've eaten it all.'

'Shame,' Albus said. 'I feel so heartbroken.'

'Good to know you can buy you, Lily,' I muttered.

Hated this chapter. It's such a filler.
But it's a double update so forgive me?

'Sugar quill' autocorrected to 'sugar daddy' omg I laughed so hard

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