In the end, its you

Games are Horrible (Fifth Year)

(Third Person POV)

The year of the O.W.L.s. rolled in. 

Much to Rose and Albus' chagrin, Scorpius scored all Os, just like Rose. The Fifth Years all decided to have fun, so after the exams, the Gryffindor Common Room was charmed to be doubly big, and most of the Fifth Years were there. Unfortunately, both Scorpius and Albus was there, and the lot cannot stand another moment of them eye-fucking each other.

Since the disastrous kiss under the mistletoe, Scorpius and Albus had been pounding each other in the hallway, pranks and hexes flying. People who landed in the crossfire were normally sent to the infirmary.

It was harder to get them together than ever.

Everyone gets their tattoo of their soulmate at sixteen. What if Albus and Scorpius weren't souls?

 (Albus POV)

Gah. Malfoy bested me in every subject and tied me in Potions and Herbology. Stupid sodding Malfoy. Why must he be the best in every subject?

I entered the the Gryffindor Common room and spotted Malfoy with that smirk on his face. 

"Well, don't dawdle there, we don't have all night." He drawled.

"Why Malfoy you..."

Rose stopped me from lunging. 

"Boys, we are going to be civil tonight. We are here to enjoy ourselves. Plus, Frank smuggled in some Firewhiskey."

I glared at Malfoy before sitting down next to Rose. Malfoy's grin just turned feline.

I couldn't help but imagine Malfoy's lips on mine and on other places. My lips still tingled from the kiss.

(Rose POV)

Frank, Brin and I devised a perfect plan to get Albus and Scorpius to snog and admit to themselves that they fell for each other hard.

"Right, first game is Never have I ever," I announced gleefully. "If you had done that thing, drink a sip of Firewhiskey." I waved my wand and glasses filled with Firewhiskey appeared in front of each person.

"I'll start." Brin cleared his throat, and I couldn't help but check him out. No, Rose, focus. "Never have I ever got aroused because of someone of the same sex."

Al and Malfoy both drank.

This is intense now.

(Scorpius POV)

Potter drank. Who was that guy that got him hard? I am going to rip him to pieces bit-by-bit and Sectumsempra each piece individually. I hissed silently.

I drank too. Can't believe Potter got me hard with the mistletoe.

"Next! My turn!" Rose chirped, her grin turning devilish. "Never have I ever checked out someone I hate."

I grumbled but drank again. It is impossible not to ogle Potter in his Quidditch robes. Potter drank too. My eyes widened. No, it can't be me. Anyway, Potter has his fair share of enemies. Don't tell me he checked out Brin...

(Albus POV)

Malfoy checked out someone he hated before? And was hard because of a guy? Who was it? I will make sure that the book Rosie gave me in Forth Year came to good use. I learnt a lot from that book. Finally that game ended, and everyone was at least a little tipsy.

"Spin the bottle!" Frank took out a Firewhiskey bottle and set it on the ground. 

"I will go!" I announced cheerfully, the Firewhiskey making me happy.

I spun with all my might, the bottle landing on a cheerful Hufflepuff girl. She gave me a quick peck, and  I sat back down again.  when I looked at Malfoy, his face was thunderous. My stomach soured. He was interested in the girl?

Scowling, Malfoy spun the bottle. It landed on Rose.

Rose, my cousin. My innocent, pure, delicate cousin who shouldn't be exposed to Malfoy.

I want to go outside, but my legs wouldn't move, and I stared in horror as Malfoy's lush, pink lips enveloped my cousin's. After what seemed like eternity, but probably only a few seconds, Malfoy and Rose pulled away, both staring at each other, Rose with a smirk on her face. WHAT THE HECK? Don't tell me she fancies Malfoy. Brin was also glaring at Malfoy, a strange gesture for the normally impassive Slytherin. The sour feeling in my stomach can back in a horrible, vengeful wave.

Brin's glaring made me think. Did Brin fancy Malfoy? Like Rose, possibly? No way in fuck. I felt a strong sense of possessiveness, but there was no urge for me to hex Malfoy. Instead, I wanted to tie Brin and my cousin up, then drag Malfoy far, far away from them.

And shag him into the mattress so that he knows that he's mine. A sour voice rang in my mind.

WHAT. THE. DAMN. HELL.

"I... I have to... go." I slammed the door shut behind me. 

I just came to a conclusion. The possessiveness was directed towards Malfoy, not my cousin. But I couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't ever fall for Malfoy.

(Brin POV)

Potter was jealous. Of Rose.

That was plain to see, but I didn't expect a whole shitload of disgust to be dumped over me because Rose kissed Malfoy.

That was not supposed to happen.

And since when was I on a first-name basis with Rose sodding Granger-Weasley?