We can't stop -Albus

What the hell were they thinking? Albus Potter? Head Boy? That made no sense to anyone. Really it didn’t. Albus had a reputation for making a mess of things, for breaking the social norms, for normally landing himself in trouble. So why was he appointed this position? Why was he Head Boy? Did they think it would change him, be able to shape him into the young man he should be? Hell no. All it did was give the boy an excuse to abuse his power. He knew that would eventually blow up in his face, but he didn’t really care. He would cross that bridge once he gets to it. And until then, Albus was going to continue to do what he liked to do and see what happens. The brunette brushed a hand over his head before digging it into his hair. He just had combed his hair but it didn’t feel right, so he did the thing he always did, he ran a hand through it and messed it up.

He had the rest of his day planned. He was going to finish with classes and then stay outside all day and night. Why? Because he can and nobody was going to tell him not to. And so far, so good. He wasn’t having any problems. He went to classes, managed to hand out some detentions, ones that were appropriate and then had lunch. He went back to his classes and managed to stay awake in his History class. All was good. And his day was done. All he needed to do was drop his books off in his room and head on out. Albus left the common room book free and with a large smile on his face. It was going to be a good day, he could feel it. Up until one of the Professors tracked him down. “Bloody hell, no.” he muttered when the Professor caught up to him.

Babysit? He had to go babysit somebody who got caught? That was not part of his plans. And he almost said no too, until the Professor mentioned his responsibilities and pointing out lack of compliance would result in him losing his out of bed duties. They weren’t really duties, but Albus did like being out of bed without being confronted. Defeated he let followed the professor until he came to a door. He didn’t want to be there, but he had no choice. Albus waltz on into the room. His blue eyes scanned the room, only one person sat in there. They wore the same robe as him, so it was a housemate. Albus continued on into the room. What could he make her do that would make up for him missing out on his fun?

The brunette came around and sat on the desk. He folded his hands together and let his eyes fall onto the girl. Dahlia Nott. That was not what he was expecting. “Well look at that, a damsel in distress.” He smirked at her and looked around the room. What hell did Nott even do to get herself in here? “or shall we say, a damsel causing distress.” He looked back at her and raised an eyebrow. The young man sighed. “So this whole,” he unfolded his hands and motioned to the two of them, “detention thing, yeah, not my cup of tea. Lucky for you I have no idea what should be going on.” Lie, he knew what should be happening, but he wasn't going to enforce it. Albus pretended to have no idea what he was doing, “Sad thing is, we’re stuck in here for an hour. So what do you want to do?” he looked at her waiting for some ideas.

Albus looked at her. Well they weren’t going by first names apparently. His blue eyes watched her as she tried to explain herself. He couldn’t care less. She could be innocent, or not. He was still here with her. And that was the main thing that couldn’t be changed. Obviously the Professor thought she did something bad enough to pair her up with Albus. “Well standing next to you, she probably realized her serious lack of beauty and made an unnecessarily big deal about it.” he shrugged. Yeah, Albus didn’t care about family names. If there was a pretty girl near, he was sure to open his big mouth and hit on her. And he could definitely see Dahlia had some looks on her and Albus was not one to be professional. “Just get her back when she isn’t looking. Make your undeserved detention worth it. At least I would do that.” That definitely made Albus sound like a Slytherin.

Risk. Albus’ head perked up at that word. He looked around wondering if anyone was babysitting them. He then looked at her, there was a spark in his eyes. She was speaking to Albus Potter, he was known for getting into trouble and liked risks. The boy looked back at the girl. “You’re going to have to trust me.” He told her completely serious. In order for this to work, he needed to be able to listen to him and not question him. He was going to give her one of his secrets but was sure it was going to be for the best. After all, they both seemed to be looking for away to get around this detention thing and seeing as how the Professors trusted him enough to have him control detention. He was definitely going to take advantage of it.

“Now you are probably questioning why you need to trust me, well,” he begun and jumped off of the desk. Albus went over to the door and cracked it open. His blue eyes went right, then left. They searched the halls. “I’m about to take you on an adventure. I don’t know how much you actually know about this school.” He finally closed the door and turned around to look at her. He was completely grinning. “But I can get us to Hogsmead for a little fun?” Nobody cares if a couple of students managed to get into Hogsmead. They were of age, or at least he was. “Specifically Honeydukes. Hot chocolate sounds pretty good actually. And I’m not horrible company.” He shrugged his left shoulder and stepped to the side. “What do you think?”

Albus knew how to lay it on thick and he was about to do just that, “I know why, jealousy.” He nodded and folded his arms over her chest. “Clearly she is jealous of your beauty.” He then gave her a wink. Albus was not a smooth talker. Actually he usually said the wrong thing and would get a hand to the face. But at the moment, he was actually doing a pretty good job. It wasn’t offensive and it wasn’t as bad as it could be. On Albus’ side though, he did have many he rubbed the wrong way. Either it was his name or his blunt behavior, even his temper along with his fist caused a few enemies. But he never really thought too much about it. He was too busy trying to have fun and living his last year. That was all that matter to him. That and doing pretty good on his NEWTS. He finally made a choice to become an Auror like his uncle.

“Hang with me and that won’t be the only compliment you’ll get.” He smiled at her. It was true though, he was a hopeless romantic and like to tell the truth but also liked making girls feel good. He looked at her. Her life was being dictated by her father. Just that statement told him that. “Your daddy won’t like it, but that’s only if you get caught.” He father wouldn’t know a thing if she was quiet and did the prank correctly. That and Albus wouldn’t give her detention for it. Actually he was pretty sure he’d never give her a detention. She didn’t seem to deserve it yet, well not in his book. There were a lot worse things that could happen and deserve detention. But at this moment, Dahlia didn’t do anything huge and Albus was already thinking of a way to make this afternoon better. He was off to a great start.

She also had trust issues as well, but during these days who didn’t. He was expecting her to say something against him, something maybe along the lines of him needing to earn her trust. But instead, she said she was going to trust him. That was the last thing Albus thought he would hear coming from the daughter of Nott. He heard rumors about her father and well, her father was a top dog in the pureblood community, not to mention he was also said to be a guy you didn’t want to mess with. Albus smiled, “You won’t regret it.” He made that a silent promise.

She questioned him. He would have been worried if it wasn’t for the look on her face. She was definitely his kind of people. “This school holds lots of secrets and a witch with a humped back holds a splendid one. That’s how.” Albus made sense to himself, but to anyone else who had no idea what was going, well, he sounded mad, and she probably thought he was crazy. As he looked out the door, he felt a tug on his robe. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Dahlia practically pressed up against him. He smiled again, “Hello there.” He forgot for a moment what was going on. And just like that she was taking off her shoes and beckoning him onward. “Right!” the boy grinned before grabbing her hand pulling her toward the stair cases. So far no Professors were around they just need to get to the third floor landing. He wasn’t going too fast, but he sure wasn’t taking his time. He then led her halfway down the corridor to a an odd looking statue. He pulled out his wand and mumbled an incantation before touching the tip to the statue. It made an odd eerie sound before a hole opened up. The boy stepped through before offering help to get Dahlia through.

Albus saw the blush, he could not miss it. He was happy she didn’t react badly to his light flirting. Well actually not much flirting, just him being blunt and tell her what was going on his mind. But it all made sense really. Well in his mind it made sense. He watched her for a bit before raising an eyebrow. “Maybe mean it? Maybe? No I meant it.” The guy shook his head and shifted a laugh, alright that was definitely much better than a slap. Albus learned a while back, that judging people by their parents just led to trouble. Maybe people didn’t like him because he was a Potter and then being placed in Slytherin instead of Gryffindor. That definitely didn’t earn him points. Why would a Potter be in Slytherin? What was Albus hiding? Nothing in all honesty. He was just one of the rare good guys of the Slytherin house. Or at least he liked to think he was. It was surprising to find that Ms. Nott was willing to skip out and hang with him. She was a Nott. Part of a large purist community. Any interaction with a Potter would lead to shame, wouldn’t it? But no, here she was agreeing to go along with his impulsive plans.

The halls were pretty clear, surprisingly, but then again most students were doing something more exciting or time consuming to be roaming around. As for the Professors, well hopefully they were definitely a long way from where they were. Albus looked over at Dahlia. She seemed to be having a little bit of trouble with the floor. He smirked a bit but didn’t say anything. “That’s not the only thing I can make you feel.” And there it was, the obnoxious joke. Albus mentally slapped himself, “Uh sorry, I should have not said that.” There were a lot of things Albus wasn’t supposed to say, and did he ever stop, no, he just couldn’t. He spoke before he would think. That was what really got him in trouble. At least he was a gentleman. He helped her into the passage before moving behind her and closing the passage way. There was still light. Albus looked over at Dahlia and smiled. At least she was smart. Albus let her take the lead. There wasn’t anywhere else to go other that forward or back the way they came. Hopefully she didn’t mind spiders. There were bound to be a few crawling around.

For some reason, Dahlia saying that made Albus happy. At least he wasn’t doing everything wrong. Or well, maybe he was just getting a few moments right. “You enjoy walking through dark closings with someone you hardly know? You are some kind of strange Nott.” He teased as they made their way through the tunnel. Albus raised an eyebrow at her. “I’m fine helping the pretty lady.” He smiled at her. They continued on until the passage began leading up. They then came to the end. Albus went up the steps and lifted the latch. He peeked through before he opened it all the way and climbed out. He then offered his hand to Dahlia once more to help her up. “Hot chocolate, here we come.” He smiled at her.