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"Have the Ogden's Old?" Al asked Scorpius as he opened the front door.
Scorpius reached into his bag and pulled out a full bottle. "Dad just restocked the liquor cabinet. He'll never realise it's gone."
"Brilliant." Al flicked his wand and lit a couple of candles on the mantel as well as two more to either side of the sofa.
"Where are we anyway?"
Al sat down on the sofa and opened the bottle of Firewhisky. "Dad owns it now but it used to belong to my namesake."
"I thought Albus Dumbledore was from Mould-on-the-Wold." Scorpius sat down beside him. "That's what it says in Hogwarts: A History."
"Not that namesake." Al grinned. He took a swig of the whisky then passed Scorpius the bottle. "The other one."
"Severus Snape?" Scorpius's eyes widened as he looked around the small living room. "Incredible."
"You know what else is incredible?" Al asked, leaning toward Scorpius. "You."
Their lips met, tasting of Firewhisky. It wasn't long before they were horizontal, Al sprawled over Scorpius and grinding against him.
"Did you hear that?" Scorpius looked toward the bookshelves opposite them.
"What?" Al kissed along his jaw.
"A creaking sound. Like someone was coming down the stairs." He frowned. "Are there even any stairs?"
"They're hidden."
"How can you be sure no one else is here?"
"No one else comes here but my dad." Al sighed. "He gets in these melancholy moods sometimes and needs time away from the madness that is the Weasley family."
"I can believe it." Scorpius laughed softly.
"Now, where were we?" Al asked, his hand moving between them to reach for Scorpius's flies.
"Oooooo! OOOOO!"
"What the hell is that?" Scorpius asked, face white.
"No idea," Al replied, jumping up. "Let's get out of here."
He threw open the door and they fled, leaving the Ogden's behind.
"Did you see Al's face?" James said and burst out laughing.
Teddy shut the front door and picked up the whisky. "There's still plenty left for us."
James flopped down on the sofa and put his feet up on the coffee table. "That worked out perfectly."
Teddy was about to join him when they heard a disembodied voice.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, POTTER!"
"What the fuck, Jamie?" Teddy whispered.
James paled and grabbed Teddy's wrist, Disapparating them with a crack.
The ghost of Severus Snape doused the candles with a satisfied smirk.