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Guys…guys…I am so so so sorry. It’s been 84 years (Rose from Titanic’s voice). I am incredibly sorry that I have been missing in action for so long. I swear that I didn’t intend to let you guys down so hard. The reaction to this story was greater than I could imagine or hope for and I really am thankful looking back almost TWO obscenely long years later. I am writing again. I will probably close up this story by the middle of August, but I can’t do that without giving you guys a really good middle and ending. I have TONS of new ideas and I hope you guys like them. As for my lame excuse, what can I say? Medical school is a lot harder than I imagined. But now I have a month of free time in literally two years. What you guys can expect is a completion and wild ride in between. Thanks for being here. Love you all to pieces.


(Everything you notice is the wonderful works of my girl JK. The title of this chapter is a 1975 song I love. And everything else is simply coincidence)

Albus had left for all of 30 minutes. I was still stuck in the same place that he had left me at, the foyer of my flat. What. Was. Happening. I didn’t want to think about it, so I cleaned.

And when I said I cleaned, I CLEANED. I scrubbed the floors, I swabbed the kitchen, and I went with a wet towel and wiped down everything. My neurotic cleaning lasted about an hour when a knock at my door was heard. I pushed my cleaning gloves off and strode towards the door.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I muttered to myself, as the incessant knocking continued.

Rose Weasley was at my doorstep, looking more disheveled than I had a couple hours ago.

“Water,” she croaked, “I need water.”

I chuckled, “Hung over are we Rosie posie?”

“Shut up.” She moaned clutching her head and throwing herself on my couch.

“Hey! Watch it! I just cleaned that!” I said tersely.

“Oh, wow, look at you being all homely.” She spat at me, clearly in a bad mood.

I smiled and ran to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. I came back to her cuddled up and groaning.

“What happened?” I asked, amused to see her side of the night

“Well, at least I had a superb birthday…” she stated, “So basically, I had way too much to drink, I am never drinking again, and Scorp and I are dying.”

I laughed, I couldn’t help it. “Fine, why don’t you take a nap and heal up and I’ll continue cleaning, how does that sound?” I gently told her. She whimpered in agreement.

I continued cleaning. A couple hours after that, I went to see if Rose wanted soup and she was already up, surprisingly.

“The boys are out of practice, I guess, so I’m going to see them and go to my parents’ house,” she said hurriedly, trying to pull herself together, “Do I look horribly hung over?”

“Nah,” I said, “you look a ton better.”

“Thanks,” she said, grabbing her stuff “I’ll see you tomorrow then, cheers.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t say ‘cheers,’ in the state you’re in,” I pointed out.

“Too right you are, Luck.” And she was off.

I continued to clean. 10 minutes later there was again, a rapid knocking at my door. I pushed my hair out of my face and ran to the door; Rose must’ve left something and doubled back.

It was Albus, drenched for what I assumed was the rain outside. One thing I was right about. Rose was outside. But not the person. Albus was holding at least a dozen red roses, grinning stupidly but having the decency to look a little shy.

My jaw dropped. I was in sweats and looked a mess, rubber gloves donned and all.

“W-what are you doing here? I thought you had practice? And Rose just mentioned that your family was all getting together for dinner or something?” I stammered, choking almost.

“I decided to ditch,” Albus said, shrugging.

“You’re still wet, I refuse to let you in here, I’ve been cleaning and I don’t want the apartment to get dirty, it’s a thing of mine…” I prattled on and on, not knowing what to make of the situation before my eyes.

“What, then? You want me to strip? I didn’t think we were at that stage of our relationship yet?” Albus teased, smirking even harder.

“W-what? No! That’s not what I meant! I meant that, oh God…” I rushed out, as Albus started lifting his shirt, with the hand that wasn’t obnoxiously carrying the roses.

“Relax.” He said more seriously, reaching for his wand, drying himself off with a simple charm. I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Can I come in now?” Albus asked me, flashing me a very charming smile. I sighed again, almost wistfully, hating that he was so beautiful.

“Fine.” I grunted out. My insides were screaming with happiness as I tried to compose my face into one of indifference and cool. “But take your shoes off, I don’t want mud everywhere.”

Albus kicked off his shoes, and leapt onto the couch, sprawling his tall frame everywhere. I put the flowers in a vase. He got them, I might as well enjoy them, I suppose, I thought with a smile.

“You know, you just missed your cousin.” I stated, picking up some cleaning cloths to wipe my windows.

“Which one?” Albus asked, laying his head back and taking a couple of deep breaths, “Your ‘apartment’ smells lovely by the way,” he stated, closing his eyes and smirking, again. It seemed as though that stupid smirk would never leave his stupid face.

“One, don’t make fun of my vernacular, and two, Hugo.” I said, trying to hide my smile, as I turned to the windows, waiting for his reaction.

“Wait, WHAT?” Albus leapt up from the couch, “Why? When was he here? What did he want? Where did he go? How long was he here?” He rushed out, an annoyed look on his face as he held the bridge of his nose with his thumb and pointer finger.

“He came to ask me to dinner,” I said, not facing him yet. He was so predictable.

“I’m going to kill him,” Albus said simply, making a movement to get up and stride to the door.

I couldn’t help myself; I burst out laughing and turned to face him.

“I’m kidding, he wasn’t here, Rose was though, she was highly hung over and then she left, like I said before, to visit family.” I said with a goofy grin.

“Oh.” Albus said, with a blank look on his face. He turned pink “I just thought… never mind. You guys seemed to hit it off when we went out so I didn’t know… It’s fine,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck, having the decency to look away, embarrassed.

I was gleeful. It was mean, I know it. But it was worth it. I was cruel for torturing the poor kid, but he made it so easy. I turned back to my windows.

“Damn,” I muttered; I had forgotten my spray for the windows in the kitchen. I turned to make my way to it, but ran head on into Albus who was right behind me. We toppled over and fell on the couch, me beneath him.

“Owwwww…” I whined, “I need to get the cleaning supplies Al, c’mon!”

“I forget how small you are when I’m not with you all the time,” Al breathed on top of me, his cocky demeanor seemed to have melted and he was studying me through dark emerald eyes, unlike the jade that I had seen this morning. For once I was silent, staring back into them.

“I like when you call me Al, but why do you tease me? It’s mean.” he asked in a small voice, sounding almost hurt.

“I could ask the same question,” I whispered back.

“Why are we speaking so softly?” he said, breaking out into a big smile, which I reflected.

At that moment, I couldn’t take it anymore. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his face down to mine. I kissed him.

For a second, Albus seemed like he was in shock. And then he reciprocated, enthusiastically, to say the least. He was everywhere. One of his arms were above his head, supporting his body weight so he wouldn’t crush me, the other was around my waist pulling me closer to him. My hands flew to his untidy black hair and knotted themselves in them holding him in place so I could feel his hard lips on mine. My lips detached themselves and started to explore his defined jaw, his tense neck, and the top of his strong chest, lips tracing his prominent collarbone.

And just like that, he flew off of me, back to a sitting position. I propped myself up. He was breathing heavily, head in his hands.

“You’re going to be the death of me, I swear.” He said, moaning into his hands. We both finally caught our breath.

I didn’t think I was that bad of a kisser, and I was rethinking that moment. I shouldn’t have done that. He probably HATED that. There you go again Lucky, I thought. Ruining everything as per usual. I waited for him to say something.

He finally lifted his head and looked at me. His eyes weren’t as dark as they were before we kissed. They looked at me, studying me, they had questions.

“Albus…” I said softly, the look of hurt spreading to my face. I couldn’t hide it this time.

“No, no no no. No.” He said, moving towards me, cupping my face in his overly large hands. “You’re upset.” He stated, judging my look, seeing the tears almost spilling out of my eyes.

“You didn’t like it.” I said quietly, a single tear falling. He quickly wiped it. “I gotta go get the window cleaner, the windows, they need cleaning,” I stammered, trying to get up.

“Quite the contrary, actually.” He said back in a frank voice, meeting my eyes, though I tried to pull away. “I just have to ask you a few things before we continue.”

“Okay,” I said, carefully, gaining back my composure.

“Luck, we don’t have to define this just yet, I know that it’s soon and I want to get to know you, really, I do, but before we do all this, I want to ask… well I want to just know… this isn’t a game to me, ya know? So I would like to make sure that this isn’t a game to you. I like you, God, I really really like you. And I don’t want to go through with all this if this is a game and Lord knows I know how games work, and I just don’t want you to play with me. I don’t think that I could handle it if you did that to me. I know that is unfair of me to ask and I shouldn’t expect an answer so soon, but I have to know. I need to know. I can’t bear to get closer to you and have it be a joke you know? And for the first time in a really long time, I am being serious with you. So I need an answer.” He said, all very rushed and flustered.

I looked at him. I heard the sincerity in his voice; saw the doubt in his eyes. He looked like a small boy with a crush. I saw the way his eyes changed color based on his mood. His jet black hair, darker than mine even, was sticking up as though he had been electrocuted, not much help from my hands messing it up a couple minutes ago. I saw the hard line of his lips as they pursed together. Those lips… anything that came out of them seemed so sweet. I would follow that voice anywhere.

I leaned forward and kissed him again. Less passionately, but with more purpose. I pulled back from the quick kiss, but let my hands run through his hair. And just looked at him.

“Does that give you an answer?” I said, getting up to get the window cleaner for what seemed like the 10th time.

I came back to a smiling Al, my smiling Al, “Here, let me help you, you know damn well you won’t be able to reach the top window anyways,” he said. I punched him. “Was that supposed to hurt?” he said, tickling my sides. I screamed with laughter.

From the outside world, we looked like the epitome of happiness. And if I knew then what I would know in just a few short weeks, I would have pressed pause….

I am sorry again. You guys can expect another update tomorrow to make up for it


PS: in retrospect, a lot of my writing was hella derpy. So I'm going to try to change the style a little bit. It might get a bit heavy

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