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Day Two:

It was still raining. It felt as though the rain would never lighten up. Albus promised that we would do something this afternoon, seeing as my schedule had been lightened so much; I had today off for a change.

“Hey,” I greeted Albus inside, not caring that he was soaking wet, kissing him on the cheek. His whole face lit up and turned a light shade of pink. In his hand was a huge basket.

“Hey, so… yeah, basically my brilliant plan was foiled by the horrible rain that seems to never let up in this country. I was going to take you on a picnic.” He explained, holding the basket up higher. “But, we can do it right here, on the floor of your flat, and I promise you it wont be lame.”

I laughed, “Of course it’s going to be lame. But I thank you all the same for putting so much thought into this, thank you.” I said, stretching up on my toes to kiss his cheek again, sending his skin into a flush once more.

We spread out and ate, talking about the upcoming week, discussing our plans like any normal couple would. Ah, my brain interrupted, you guys aren’t a couple yet are you. I hushed it, and buried the thought deep into my subconscious.

“Anyways, I was thinking, you should come to my Quidditch match at the end of the week. I mean if you can’t it’s fine, but I would like if you were there, it would be cool to see you there and I want you to see me play, but it’s okay if you can’t no big deal…” Al said all this very fast. I noticed that this was a tactic that he had adopted if he was saying something that was very important to him.

“Hmm… I would love to,” I said, earnestly.

His whole face lit up and we continued to dig into our sandwiches and salad while the storm poured down outside.


Day Five:

It was the day of the Quidditch match. Rose and Scorpius would be joining me. We all met up at Rose’s house before heading out.

“Just a minute!!” she shrieked, “I cant find my United flag!!”

Scorpius just rolled his eyes and checked his watch, “We are going to be late,” he chastised.

Al had already been there for 2 hours. They do warm-ups before apparently. He told me this the day before.

“You will love it. Scorpius and Rose always come. Some times my family does too but they won’t be there tomorrow. Lily had some thing to take care of or whatever.” He said to me, sitting at my kitchen counter as I put away dishes from our dinner. “I of course, will be there a couple hours ahead of time, so just come whenever, and let me know if you can’t go or something comes up, yeah?”

“It sounds awesome Al, I will be there, so quit worrying!” I said to him, exasperated. I could tell that he thought that I wasn’t going to show, but we were way past that at this point. “I’m going to have to ask Rose if she has any gear. I only have American Quidditch apparel…” I said, not quite meeting his eye, embarrassed.

Al had an odd look on his face. He looked away out my window and was rubbing his neck. Ah ha! Potter always did this when he was embarrassed or hiding something. Hmmm…..

“Al.” I said sharply, pulling him out of his reverie.

“Oh, uh, right. So I was thinking, and you totally don’t have to do this, but like you said you don’t have anything to wear…” he said, pulling out a navy blue jersey with gold words on the back. The words read: POTTER and the number seven. It was his jersey.

“It’s just a practice jersey,” he said hurriedly “you don’t have to wear it! I have loads, I’m pretty sure Rosie has one too, and it’s no big deal…”

I was in shock. “I’ll wear it.”

He beamed.


We arrived at the pitch with ample time. Rose and Scorpius took their seats at the top part of the pitch.

“Here,” Scorp said, handing me a pair of binoculars, “this will make looking for your boyfriend much easier.” I rolled my eyes at him, visibly, and took the binoculars.

On the pitch through the lenses, I saw Albus. He was different. Gone was the cheerful boy that I was accustomed to. He was serious, jumping up and down out of nerves. He also was stretching and had a clenched jaw, making it all the more defined. His eyes were sullen and his forehead was home to two very scrunched up eyebrows. There was no other way to put it: he looked hot.

“Al!!! Up here!!” Rose screamed, to no avail.

“We’re playing Pride of Portree today,” Scorpius explained. “They are a huge rival of United. It’s a huge game for him.”

And at once, I was nervous too.

The game was a thrill. Every time it seemed that Puddlemere was leading, Portree made a come back. Twice Al was almost knocked off his broom. Once because of well aimed Bludger and another by a disgusting foul from the other team’s seeker.

Then suddenly, Puddlemere dropped. The score was 150-290. The Portree fans were sure it was over. They were all standing on their feet.

Scorpius groaned. “Good luck dealing with him after this,” he said to me, “he gets very unpleasant when they lose.”

I looked through my binoculars and saw the figure that was Albus Potter circling like a hawk.

I turned to ask Rose a question, and all of a sudden, the pitch was screaming.

“Look at him go! Look!” Rose screamed, her grip on my arm almost cutting off my circulation.

The Snitch was right at the bottom of the pitch, almost touching the grass. Albus had seen it and was hurtling straight towards it. To make that catch without a scratch would be impossible. The other team’s Seeker was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Rose was chanting.

“THAT’S A WIN!! UNITED WINS 300 TO 290!!!” The announcer bellowed. Puddlemere were all huddled on the ground jumping up and down.

“Well, that was a good match to watch indeed!” Scorp said gleefully. I was still in shock.

“Is he okay?? Oh my God, no one showed him! Did he hurt himself after that dive?” I screeched. Rose laughed, “Why don’t you go down to the locker room entrance and check? If you are SO concerned.” Again, I found myself rolling my eyes and making my way to the locker rooms with the guidance of signs.

I stopped. At least a hundred reporters were outside; there was no way I was going to be able to get through this lot.

“Excuse me!” I said, loudly “I’m a Healer, going inside to, you know, check on the team!”

“Miss! Miss! Was Potter injured? Is there any hospitalization needed?” they all screamed at me, like vultures.

“No comments will be made at this time before thorough assessment.” I said, surprising myself. I did well for my first press encounter.

I didn’t go all the way in the locker room. I paced in the hallway outside. The players started filing through. They all were so tall and high off of their win that they didn’t really pay attention to the small human standing outside.

After about 10 players exited the locker room, I started heading back out. Maybe he took a back way to avoid the media, I thought to myself.

“Hey. Hey midget!” I heard an all too familiar voice call at me. I spun around and was greeted by a slightly damp haired Al with twinkling eyes and the cheekiest smile I had ever seen, but other than that completely unscathed.

“H-How? How did you do that without an injury?” I said in a shocked voice.

“I guess I was kind of showing off for someone,” he murmured, hand on the wall behind my head and leaning into me.

He bent down and closed the gap between us, grabbing my waist and pulling me up to his height, lips meeting mine. My hands tangled into his jet-black hair that was fresh from a quick shower. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He groaned and deepened the kiss, turning it into all tongue and teeth, him fighting for dominance, pressing my back into the wall and us getting lost in our own little world.


Day 11


“What is this, WHAT IS THIS?” I said to Al, exasperated, throwing down the tabloid cover story that had a blurry picture of us.

“Relax, honestly you can’t even tell that is us,” Al said, perched on my couch in sweat pants and shoveling ice cream in his mouth.

“That’s not the point Al!” I cried to him, freaking out while he found this whole situation completely amusing. Maybe it was just stress catching up to me.

“Luck, can you go and change? Those hospital outfits that you’ve started to wear are really grossing me out.” Al said, licking his spoon happily.

I sighed. For the past week, I had been switched to Children’s Ward. I should have cherished my light workload when I had it. Don’t get me wrong, I love children! They just are ten times harder to take care of than regular sized people. Today I was covered in vomit. Yesterday, it was mucus. The day before it was blood from a wound.

Al on the other hand had taken to staying at my apartment all day. I didn’t know if I was taking this as a good thing or a bad. It was nice having him come over in the morning and have someone to come home to at night. It was also nice having someone to look after my apartment and do light work around the house. If there was one thing Albus Potter was good at, it was handiwork. Every day I would come home to my lights working, my leaks fixed, and my windows less creaky.

The downside was that he was eating me out of house and home. This was extremely problematic because I would come back late every day around 9, starving.
He was currently polishing off the last item left in my kitchen: ice cream.

“I made dinner,” he mumbled, through a mouthful of chocolate chip. “It’s not much but it’s on the counter,” he said to me. He’s an angel, and I take back every bad thing I said.

I scarfed down the sandwich he made for me at record speed and went to my room to change. It was surprisingly dark as I felt my way around trying to find clothes in the dark, when I saw it.

It was only for a second. I thought it might’ve been a figment of my imagination, but it was there. I saw it. I was too bright of a witch to be imagining things. I screamed.

Albus ran to the room, discarding his ice cream.

“Luck? Hey, is everything aright?” he said, looking me right in the eyes.

“I saw someone in the window.” I said shakily, pointing at the window where I had previously just seen the silhouette.

“Lucky,” Al said to me sternly, “we are 3 floors up, no one would be right at your window,” he finished, striding over to it and looking down “I see nothing there, love.”

“I’m telling you, I saw it. Al, I swear. It was the face of this kid I went to school with at Ilvermony. I swear I saw it Al. He was there.” I said, somewhat shocked.

“I think you’re just tired. The little beasts wore you out,” Al said to me, soothingly rubbing my arms and looking me in the eye.

I was unconvinced. The kid from school wasn’t a bad kid or anything, just a little weird, but still, no one wants to see someone in your window. I realized that Al was right. I must be going crazy.

“You’re right” I said, grabbing my clothes, “I’m going to change…”

I changed and brushed my teeth, still slightly jumpy. I was in pajamas and walked out to my small living room where Al was ready to head out for the night.

“Okay, goodnight you scaredy cat,” he joked, kissing my forehead. He strode to the door, prying it open.

“Al?” I said, in the smallest voice, “Do you… um. Do you think you would… err… Al could you stay the night? I’m still kinda spooked…” I whispered, shifting my weight from one leg to the other.

Al looked at me with serious, calculating eyes. He slammed the door shut and locked it saying, “Of course, get the stuff out for the couch, I’d be happy to.” He said, good-naturedly.

I was still rocking on my feet, “No, like, I meant would you stay the night with me?”

“Lucky, I don’t understand, I already said…OH.” he said, finally getting what I was trying to say, “Uh, yeah, sure, yeah.” He finished, awkwardly.

“Cool.” I said shyly.

Five minutes later, we were crawling into bed. We gravitated towards each other.

“I’m only staying if I can be big spoon,” he said, settling into his claimed position.

“Nope,” I said, turning to face him, “no can do, I’m big spoon, turn over.”

“No way.” He said, green eyes annoyed.

“I’m kidding.” I said, bending down to give him a light kiss on his lips. His eyes fluttered shut. “Goodnight” I whispered.

Cuddling with him lulled me to sleep within minutes.


The next morning I woke up on my own from the light outside. I checked the time and it was only 6. I turned and was greeted by a shirtless Albus Potter.
I blanched. WHY. WAS. HE. SHIRTLESS? This I couldn’t take. I spent a minute or so just drinking him in. He was so peaceful looking as he slept. The seriousness wiped away and the cockiness absent.

“You know, it’s creepy to stare,” he mumbled, a smile creeping onto his face. I turned to face the clock. It was 6:10. My “minute” was a bit misjudged.

“I can’t help it!” I said hastily, turning the other way, “Why are you naked, Potter?”

“You begged me to make sweet love to you last night, don’t you remember?” he said, arms snaking their way around my waist.

“WHAT?” I said, spinning around fast and getting caught in the sheets. He laughed.

“Yeah, I wish. No, actually for someone who is always cold when awake, you’re like a furnace when you sleep. I was melting!” he said, exuberantly.

I rolled my eyes and made a move to exit the bed. If I was up, I might as well get ready. I was once again met with arms snaking around my waist.

“Don’t go.” He whispered into the back of my neck. “Stay here with me.”

It took all it had in me to answer him and not succumb at that minute.

“Al, stop! You know I have work. Think of the kids,” I said to him, enjoying his touch way too much. He unwillingly released his grip, groaning.

I could get used to this.


Day 20

“Okay, so that couple, has been married for 36 and a half years right? And they have 4 sons and no daughters, so obviously the wife is a little sad about that since she has no girls. But every week, her husband takes her out on a little outing, especially since all her sons are out of the house. They are getting ready to retire but he just can’t seem to quit his job at the bank.” Al said, glancing over at the elderly couple next to us.

“Good, I suppose, but I feel like they look more like a religious couple. You never said anything about their patterns of religion or politics, plus he also looks like a dentist, look at his hands!” I said lightly, taking a sip of my water.

Two more Quidditch games had been won. We were celebrating the second. Al had taken to calling me as his “Good Luck Charm”, pun intended. Multiple other sleepovers happened, with strictly just sleeping. Every morning it got harder and harder to leave the bed with his dopey smile luring me back in. Tonight however, we were playing a game that we were really fond of. People Story. We would pick people in our midst and narrate their whole life to each other. Points were awarded to the one who came up with the most creative stories.

“Oh, sod off, that was a good one, and you know it,” Al said, taking the bill for our dinner, getting ready to leave. He pulled me up out of my chair and was escorting me out into the heart of London.

“Okay,” I said, scouring our path for our next victim of our silly little game, “how about her, Al, haha how about her?” I said, looking and chuckling at a girl who was approaching us going the opposite direction.

The girl looked comical to me. It was evening and rainy yet she was wearing a cheetah print, skintight dress that barely reached the tops of her thighs. The front had a plunging neckline, and her skin was very exposed. Her hair was almost silver but one could tell that it was bleached, since her roots at the top of her head were a few shades lighter than my own dark hair. Her makeup was extremely tan in comparison to the skin exposed by her neckline, and her lips were an unflattering orange color. One of her fake eyelashes was longer than the other by an obnoxious amount. Her legs ended in strappy-heeled sandals that were making her teeter around, flapping like a bird.

“Uh…” Al stiffened and looked very uncomfortable, “that’s some girl that I slept with ages ago, and she won’t leave me alone and she’s coming over here, oh God…” Al groaned.


“ALBIE BABY!” The fake blonde simpered, subtly knocking me aside and kissing his cheek. She left an ugly orange imprint on it. My blood boiled.

“Why haven’t you returned my owls?” She pouted, lipstick smearing on her chin.

“Well, you know why Janice.” Al said awkwardly, rubbing the spot where he felt the cheap lipstick’s mark.

“Oh Albie, Daddy doesn’t mind! In fact, he would love to see you around sometime! Have a drink with me and all, come by the house, you know you’ve been there before,” she purred.

“Actually Jan, I haven’t been to your house other than the inside of your bedroom to be honest.” Al said frankly.

“Albie, really, I miss you, we had a good time together didn’t we?” she said, sticking out her chest in his direction.

Albus looked so uncomfortable, but continued. “You know Jan, I got to take a raincheck, I’ll see you around,” he finished, starting to walk in a straight line, me still stationary in shock.

“Call me!” she screeched at his back, teetering in the opposite way.

I stalked after him, “Care to explain?” I said crossly.

“Don’t,” he said tersely, “it was a long time ago and a mistake.”

“And you just happened to ignore me the whole time?” I pressed.

“Luck, listen, I slept with her a couple of times, and she started showing up everywhere I was so it just kept happening. Soon it became creepy and obsessive. So I stopped. Her dad now is a co-owner of Puddlemere. My team. Granted, I used that as an excuse to stop seeing her, but she’s the one who made him buy in, so that she can stalk me some more,” he said, pinching his nose with his fingers. He was getting a headache.

“I see,” I said, curtly, “and you just didn’t bother to mention that you were seeing someone else? It didn’t occur to you that I was right there?”

“Oh, sod off, you’re acting like a jealous bint, it doesn’t suit you,” he fired back, annoyed, “it’s not like that.”

“Screw you.” I said in a low voice.

I stomped away.

It’s not like that. Good to know Albus Potter, good to know you were wasting my time.


Day 25

It had been five days since I last saw him. I was in hell. I hadn’t had a goodnights sleep since the night of our little spat. But to be fair, he hadn’t tried to reach out to me at all.

“So,” Rose prodded, “are you at least coming to the match tonight?”

Today was the last match for Puddlemere. One of their Chasers was having a major operation within the next few months, so even though they had qualified for the Cup by a long shot, their strong team had decided to take the high road and forfeit. This was the last game of the season until next year, when they would surely play for the Cup.

“I don’t know Rose,” I said to her. Albus and I had still not spoken to each other. Rose and I were walking out of work. She was getting ready to go to the pitch right after.

“Oh, come off it, Luck! He’s miserable! You’re miserable! You both are just too proud to say it! And you know damn well that he will be disappointed if you don’t show. You know he plays better when you’re there!” she cried out at me.

“Rose,” I said, sternly, “I’ll go. But I’m not waiting around for him after or anything, I’m just going to be there with you since Scorp isn’t going today.” I explained. I was still stung from our fight.

“Thank you, thank you thank you. You won’t regret it!” Rose said. We parted ways.


The match was not going well. We were loosing to the Appleby Arrows 180 – 0. It was dreadful. Albus had diverted their Seeker twice just in time, or else they would have suffered a horrific loss.


It happened in a flash. Suddenly there was a huddle of Puddlemere players, coaches, and MediWitches on the ground.


My mind went blank. No, no no no no no. Al, get up. My mouth went dry and my knuckles were clenched so hard they were turning gray. I leapt from my seat and sprinted down to the pitch, ignoring Rose’s pleas to stay put.

“Move out of the way! I’m a Healer for God’s sake. MOVE!” I was screaming past everyone, fighting to get close to him.

He was on the ground wincing in pain, yet he saw me coming about 100 feet away. We made eye contact for a split second before he leapt up and signaled to his team. They were huddled up and chanting.

Just as quickly they were back in the air.


As soon as those words left the announcers mouth, United had scored, not once but twice. Al was circling with a look of brute determination.


Al had caught it. The fans erupted.


“You sure make one hell of a Seeker,” I muttered to myself, finding Rose, and heading home.


I had just gotten home, exhausted both emotionally and physically from the rollercoaster of the week, climaxing with the game. I was just about to look for some romantic, sappy, NoMag/Muggle movie that I could watch when there was a soft knock on my door.

It was Al.

“Hi.” He said shyly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Come in,” I said, allowing him through the door.

“You came,” he stated, settling on the couch, throwing his bag to the floor.

“I told you, I wouldn’t miss it.” I fired back.

He was silent, just looking at me.

“But it isn’t like that,” I said, seething. I knew how to be petty. It was one of my strong points.

“What? Oh God, no,” Albus said, face in his hands, “This is why. You totally misunderstood what I meant that night. I meant it was nothing with her. It wasn’t like that with her.”


“Listen, Luck, I’m a guy, we do dumb shit, we say stupid things, and we sure as hell don’t think before we say things,” he prattled on, “It’s you,” at this moment he got up and faced me, cupping my face in his hands, “It’s always been you, its always going to be you.” He said, kissing my lips softly.

“I-I, I’m sorry,” I wailed, “I just get so jealous! I mean look at you Al, Christ, looking like you do, with all your stupid fan girls and fame; I can’t even look at you without my heart stopping.”

“Good to know,” he whispered kissing me again, scooping me up and carrying me to my bed.

He laid me down. The kisses were getting deeper and I felt drunk off of them, yet totally aware of everywhere his touch was. I took his shirt off and straddled him, looking at the bruise.

“I stopped at my Uncle George’s house. He’s got a really good bruise remover cream,” Al explained, showing how the bruise wasn’t nearly as bad as it should be, “it doesn’t hurt much at all.”

I kissed the area where it was, greeted by a sharp inhale from Al. I kissed all the way up his chest and traced his collarbone with my tongue.

“Don’t’ worry, I felt all of that,” Al chuckled, breathing heavily. I straddled again, and started to unbutton my blouse. Al frowned and pulled me down to him.

“Hey,” he said, somberly, “we don’t have to do this,”

I froze, “Oh” I said, looking away embarrassed.
“No, I want this,” Al said, almost moaning, “trust me I want this,” motioning to a protrusion touching my thigh that I was suddenly well aware of, “but we don’t have to, that’s all I want to tell you.”

“I want to,” I whispered in his ear, biting it softly. He inhaled sharply again and flipped us over.

“Okay then, your wish, my command,” he growled, using his long fingers to unbutton.

Soon we were bare, drinking each other in, ready, our breathing both ragged.

“You’re sure,” he asked, barely able to choke out the words, “You are absolutely sure?”

“Yes,” I breathed onto his neck. “Please.”

He grinned a devilish grin, did a Protection Charm, and we got lost.


The next morning I was greeted by Albus’ long fingers tracing patterns on my very naked back.

“Goodmorning,” he mused, pressing his lips to my back, “you smell nice.”

“Ew, I’m sweaty, I need to shower,” I said back to him, appalled, turning to get a good look at him and shoot him a disapproving look

He groaned, “Please, put a shirt on, before we waste the whole weekend by repeating the events of last night.”

“Oh like you’d be complaining about that,” I said cheekily to him, winking and reaching for his shirt that was discarded on the floor.

“I hate you,” he said, hands over his face, rubbing his eyes, “I told you, you were going to ruin me.”

“Technically, you ruined me as well,” I pointed out, “and are you going to react like this every time we have sex?”

“Everytime?” he said back, “so there for sure is going to be multiple rounds of this?” he grinned.

“You JUST said….” I started my bickering session with him, but was rudely interrupted by a rapid knocking at my front door. I scampered to get it. It was Rose.
“Why are you not dressed? Never mind, I need to talk to you, it’s important.” She said, marching to my bedroom, where we would have all our serious talks.

“Wait, uh, Rose no!” I stammered. It was too late.


Albus was grinning from the bed, the sheets strategically placed on his chiseled body to show that he was indeed not wearing anything.

“Hey Rose.” He quipped.

“Get out,” she said, rubbing her temples.

He wrapped the sheet around himself and put some bottoms on. I was still wearing his shirt.

“I guess I can’t force you out of that shirt now, can I?” he mused, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“No, I don’t think you can do that right now,” I whispered back.

“Well, I guess I can just go home shirtless…” he started, being serious.

I didn’t like that, my jealousy getting the better of me. It showed on my face and I gaped like a fish.

“Relax, I’m Apparating straight to my house. No ladies will see my body, don’t worry.” He said to me catching my drift, “I take that back, you’re actually cute when you’re jealous.”

I scowled

“Okay, you girls have your little talk,” kiss, “I’ll come over later tonight,” kiss, “Let me know if you want me to come over earlier,” kiss, “I’m staying the night again.” Big kiss. “Bye.” He finished, disappearing on the spot.

I was blissed out.

“I don’t know whether to be disgusted or to cry with happiness,” said a voice in the corner. I had almost forgotten Rose was there.

“Anyways, what’s going on?” I said to Rose, sitting down at the edge of my bed.

She chewed the inside of her cheek and fidgeted with her hands.

“What?” I pressed, “Did you and Scorp have a fight?”

“No,” she said, looking away. The whole family had a bad habit of doing that.

“Spit it out,” I said to her, frowning.

“I’m pregnant.”


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