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Scorpius Malfoy woke up with an aching stomach, a pounding head and a mouthful of gravel.
He tried to say 'Aagh' but it didn't come out even that clearly.
"Awake are we?" said Albus Severus Potter, sticking his head around the door. It was about that time when Scorpius realised he was not in his own bed.
"What happened?" he said.
"Well, you got into The Wasps" Al said.
"Oh good."
"We shared a bottle of Ogdens to celebrate"
"Oh no."
"You told me you loved me and wanted to make love to me."
"Oh No!", Scorpius looked around wildly. This was Al's bed. "Did we…?"
"Scor, we drank a bottle of firewhiskey," Al said matter-of-factly, "there were ethical and physical reasons that couldn't happen."
"Oh good," Scorpius said.
"Good?" Al asked, grinning.
"We did it, I'd like to remember it," Scorpius said and a look of realisation crossed over his face. "You said ethical and physical reasons, right?"
"Yup."
"Not that you're straight and not interested."
Al just winked.
"Come on, I made James' patented hang-over cure breakfast. We can talk when we've recovered."
"I.. ah.. I-uh," Scorpius stammered. "Yeah, we can do that."
They went to breakfast, together.