An Indefinite Amount of Forever (A Harry Potter Fanfiction--Dramione)

Growing Up

Scorpius's mind awoke from its erratic half-slumber, but his eyes refused to budge. "Ughhh," he moaned. "Someone should just kill me."

He had never felt like this before. His head was heavy, filled with static, and further encumbered with a sharp pain that threatened to split his skull in two. On top of that, he was pretty sure he was going to vomit.

On his bedside table, he found a glass of life-giving water. He drank it all as fast as his stomach and head would allow. Even through the ire of those traitorous organs, he was thirstier than he'd ever been in living memory. Once he drank his fill, he caught sight of a note next to the glass that read:

Good morning, Scorpius.

Curious, he opened the note and read:

My formerly well-behaved son,

Enjoy your hangover today. I'd like to think it will be enough to keep you from doing something so monumentally stupid again in the future, but I'm a realist. This is just the first of MANY hangovers you will experience in your life. I have arranged for Whimsy to put a glass of water on your bedside table, which I'm sure you have already demolished. I had thought to have her give you a Hangover Potion. But seeing as this is an excellent teaching opportunity, I opted against it.

You'll be fine.

--Your loving father

P.S.—Hermione's pregnant. Ruminate today over your impending brotherhood while you think about how to be a better role model. :)

"Buggering hell," Scorpius croaked. He was going to be a brother, and all he could think about was how much he wanted another glass of water. He tried to cast an Aguamenti, but his brain hurt too much. "Ow."

In that moment, Albus woke suddenly with a hiss. "Ohhh, fuck my life," he said, rubbing his temples.

Simon was still totally passed out.

A knock came at the door.

"You get it," Albus said, rolling over on his side.

"You get it. I just found out I'm going to be a brother."

"S'nice," Albus said.

"Albus? Albus Potter? Are you in there?" said a voice on the other side of the door. The deep, male voice muttered softly to itself, "This is the fourth-year dorm, right?"

With an almighty growl, Albus crawled out of bed and winced as he stumbled into a standing position. With glacial speed, he trudged over to the door and swung it open. "What?" He scrunched his face in confusion at the person on the other side of the door. "Fitch?"

The gentle giant that was Brady Fitch was, if possible, even less of a Slytherin than Scorpius. No one had ever heard of him saying or doing anything clever, ambitious, or resourceful. Shagging Albus's brother was probably the most devious thing the bloke had ever done. He appeared to be rather uncomfortable as he stood in Albus's doorway, shifting the weight of his substantial Beater build from foot to foot. "Alright? Um...can I come in?"

Albus shrugged and left the door open as he turned around to return to his bed—the only thing in the world that understood him right now. Brady Fitch gingerly accepted the invitation into the room and shut the door behind him as he looked around for a chair to sit upon.

"Umm...so your brother was drunk last night."

"I was there," Albus said, rubbing his eyes.

"He um... he sent me a message."