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Ever since she’d been small, Hermione’s reward for good marks had been a rampage through a bookshop, so the day she tore open her O.W.L.s results and triumphantly brandished the eleven Outstandings, her beaming mother said, “We’ll go to Foyles tomorrow,” without any discussion required.
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go when you're ready by slightalbus
Fandoms: Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Thorne & Rowling
18 Apr 2025
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“I think you lead people on.” Albus says.
“People? Plural? This is quite the accusation, Albus.” Scorpius drawls, an amused smile toying with the curve of his lips. There it is. Albus watches it and remembers what it feels like against his own. “Who do you think I’m leading on?”
Albus blinks up to meet Scorpius’ gaze. “I haven’t the faintest idea.”
Or: Albus and his ill-advised, alcohol-induced, intensely-yearning situationship with his best friend would be a lot more successful if they spent their time talking instead of kissing.
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Oblivious by Ami_Malfoy
Fandoms: Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Thorne & Rowling, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
06 Feb 2026
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Albus Potter is convinced his life is perfectly simple: he studies, he bakes, and he shares a flat with Scorpius Malfoy in what he very confidently insists is a completely normal, absolutely unremarkable living arrangement. Nothing confusing, nothing romantic.
But when James Potter—shows up unannounced, one tiny push is all it takes for the perfectly balanced Jenga tower of Albus’s life to start collapsing in slow motion.
Because the horrifying reality is that Albus’s life was never simple; he just wasn’t paying attention.
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"Scorpius’s attention almost instantly turned to the boy leaning against the hood of James’s car, typing something on his phone. It was obvious who he was, though Blaze and Tim’s descriptions didn’t do him justice.
He had the same facial structure as James, but he was leaner and sharper. James was the type of boy who caught you when you fell, whereas his brother looked as if he was the one who had pushed you in the first place. Albus had black hair even messier than his brother’s and his freckles dusted his skin—whereas James’s were bold, his looked like an afterthought; they were barely visible. Even from several feet away, Scorpius could see Albus’s vivid green eyes as they rose to meet his, as if sensing the weight of his stare. A smirk curled his lips and he shot Scorpius a wink.
Just as his teammates had said: a wildcard."Despite playing for rival soccer teams, Scorpius and Albus can't help but be drawn to one another. This is a fic heavily based off of my one-shot, Strike.
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To him, the spring of '98 is about sex and funerals.
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(Or: the big, bold, rocky, and epic post-war story.)
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