Chapter 2.5

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SCORPIUS HYPERION MALFOY!" Yelled Albus. He stormed into their room from the bathroom which he just finished his shower in. He looked at two faces ready to burst into laughter and one scared for his own life. "I am going to kill you! You replaced my shampoo with HAIR DYE!" He yelled grabbing his wand.

Ash and Lee ran to a wall so a spell Albus was about to throw wouldn't hit them. They had to leave the room otherwise they would burt into laughter at Albus' neon red hair almost bright enough to emit light.

"Levicorpus!" He shouted managing to hit Scorpius who was hopping from bed to bed. He had his wand pointed at the boy for a few minutes until he was brave enough to speak. "Put me down!" Scorpius complained.
"How long till this come off?"
"A-A week? Give or take?" He stumbled as blood was rushing to his head. "If you don't put me down I'm going to pass out." At that he dropped him harshly onto the floor

"I am not going out into the common room, let alone lessons, looking like a Gryffindor Banner!"
"You shouldn't have cheated." He teased. "I saw what you did when we broke into the broom shed to play a seeker game. We placed a bet. I thought Lee would get it first, you thought Ash would. I saw you flick your wand so Ash could go faster."
"That does not mean you turn me into mars!" He whined back.
"Actually, Mars is butterscotch-"
"Malfoy." Warned Albus.
"-not the point, I get it." He put his hands up in defence, "I'll grab your brother, maybe he can reverse this." Scorpius told him rushing to Gryffindor tower.

"Password?" The Fat Lady asked, "You're not a Gryffindor!" She exclaimed like it was a felony. The blond rolled his eyes, "Thanks for pointing out the obvious, I didn't know I was a Slytherin, thought I was a Ravenclaw."
"Password, or clear off." She told the 1st year.
"Yeah,yeah. Passwords Scamander." He told he waving a dismissive hand. Reluctant, she swung open allowing a snake into the lions den.

He was heckled by everyone. They all knew of his father, but only of the outside of what happened. He was shouted at, hissed, growled, but he didn't show it got to him as he searched for James in the crowed of black and red. "I need your help." He told the third year who was sitting with his friends.
"What's he done now?"

"Nothing! It was me... I kinda, sorta put neon red hair dye in his shampoo bottle..." his friends began to laughed removing all the heckling with shock and wonder. James huffed because he just came back from the dungeons, "take me to him." He said then turned to everyone else, "Leave the kid alone! He is best friends with my brother, if you bully him, you'll have to deal with me!" James' friends stood with him all saying 'and me'.

He thanked James, refraining from saying he can fight his own battles.

"Are we sure about this?" Ash questioned the rest of the group.
"Yes! He put us in detention for no reason!" This time Albus was the one supporting the actions.
"Setting off Fireworks, even if they are harmless, warrants a detention." Ash argued back.
"You helping or not?" Lee gave him an ultimatum. With a sigh, Ash nodded, "I need better friends." The boy mumbled.

Speedily, Albus rushed into Bishop's room spelling his robes so to everyone but Bishop, they would show Hufflepuff instead of Slytherin colours. Lee gave his broom a trail of bright pink glitter (there was a game in five days). Scorpius enchanted the boys symbols (still no idea why he had them) so they would go on none-stop, while Ash placed a silencing charm he learnt to do so it blocked out Scorpius and Lee waking him up too early.

That exact night, the prefect and his dorm mates yelled for everyone to enter the common room. The four older boys already had their suspects though, but couldn't prove it. "Potter, Ladilian, Malfoy and Haart. Care to explain why our dorm sounds like an orchestra?" One of them snapped.
"No idea what you're talking about Brown." Scorpius replied. The four older boys led the other group to their room opening the door and allowing them inside.

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