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"Dad?"
"Yes, Scorpius?" Draco says lazily, while writing at his desk. Another hour and he can relax by the fire with a good...
"Is he alright? Do you think?" Albus. Scorpius was constantly worrying about his friend, Albus Potter.
It was non-stop: "Is Albus alright? Do you think he's lonely? Should I visit him? Can I visit him? When can I see him? Should I write? Should I..." Draco couldn't understand his son's obsession with the Potter boy. He tries to ignore Scorpius and focus on his work.... One more signature.
"Mmm. Mmm hmmm.." Scorpius gets up from his chair and starts to pace around his father's office. Draco seals an envelope and sifts through his papers for the next task. Scorpius moves towards the window and tries to spot the moon through the clouds.
"Dad? Can I... Can I borrow Avaric? I want to send Al...Uh...a letter." Draco stops working and looks at his son, suspiciously.
"No." Scorpius looks down at the floor, dissapointed.
"Please. One more, I..."
"That's 26, just today. Potter probably thinks he's been cursed by some lunatic. Owls everywhere, letters, letters, and more letters. Like when he was accepted into Hogwarts." Then to himself, grumbling.. [Didn't even apply. Tosser.] Scorpius goes to his father and sits at his feet, eyes huge, tears welling up. Draco groans.
"Scorpius. I said 'NO!'" Scorpius puts his hands together, ready to beg his father for permission.
"Please, one more. Dad!!!"
"I. SAID. NO!"
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Harry's headache throbs and he sighs heavily, at the peck-peck-pecking sound coming from the window.
"Albus! No more letters between you and Scorpius. For the rest of the month!" Harry puts on his eye-mask and reaches dumbly around for his wand to apply a cooling spell to his own head. His hand finds a letter, instead. Harry takes off his eye-mask and sees the Malfoy mark on the envelope. The owl must've become so familiar with their house, that he'd learned to unlatch the window from the outside. Or, had Harry shut it properly? In any case, this letter exchange between Scorpius and Albus had gone far enough.
"ALBUS! I mean it! No more letters!!!" But when Harry looks down at the letter again, he sees that it's addressed to himself, from Draco. Through his headache, Harry fumbles with the envelope, gaining a papercut for his efforts. The note is short, and Harry has to read it twelve times before accepting it to be real. He groans and closes his eyes. Maybe Harry was just tired. Just one more look, and it will say something different. He opens his eyes, to re-read Draco's news.
It reads as follows:
Potter,
I've taken the liberty of intercepting your son's letter to Scorpius. You should know that they've been exchanging erotic poetry these past several days. Scorpius is grounded. Goodnight.
-Draco
P.S. - You know they're in love, completely and utterly. Yes?
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