Notes from Class
Nerd bastard. Damn nerd bastard.
Albus didn’t check the time, but he could have sworn he noticed Scorpius’ wand up until at least 2:00. What a dumb bastard.
Most teachers only ever really cared about the state of your uniform if you were a ‘trouble student’. Obviously Scorpius had a bunch of things to say about that, but since he managed to stay out of trouble most times, and the wool which composed the official green Slytherin sweaters itched him, he enjoyed the privilege of being able to bring out of school clothes, as long as they matched the color of his house.
Albus wasn’t the best at History of Magic. He wasn’t bad, he just really, really, gave a fuck. Most of what there was to know about History of Magic he already knew. Or at least that was what he confidently thought the first half of the year. But now back from his first winter vacation…If he wanted to end his first year with good grades, he would have to put in more effort. A lot of effort.
Which was why, when his franatical scribbling and annotation was interrupted by a weight on his shoulder, he couldn’t do anything else than to shove the weight away.
It wasn’t until the class was given actual activities that he got to see what the problem was.
Scorpius was fast asleep.
His parchment paper barely written on -which given how much notes Scorpius liked taking, wasn’t a usual thing at all- and the sweater Albus swore he had seen him put on before bed because he was cold. He couldn’t suppress his smile. His nerd best friend. Falling asleep in class. Because he had been up until late. Doing nerd shit. Scorpius Malfoy was truly unbelievable.
“Hey,” Al said against his friend’s ear. He jumped in his seat and took a moment to recognize where he was, then he let out a small groan.
“How long have I been asleep?” He asked, crossing his arms. Only he would be so angry about falling asleep in class, especially when he did so well at History of Magic.
“I have no idea, but there’s nothing in your parchment,” Albus said, and he was met by another groan. “Don’t worry, I have my notes, I’ll lend you everything. Meet up after class in the library?.” He offered a small smile that was met by his friend, who nodded.
If taking notes in History of Magic meant he got to spend more time with Scorpius Malfoy, he wasn’t ever going to stop.