Scorpius pulled his knees up and wrapped his arms around them. "No, I'm pretty sure that he's fucking my dad. Or vice versa. I'm not sure about the details, and I'm not really asking."
He sighed. "He doesn't really sound like your father, not really," he said. "Neither does my father, but there's something in there of both of them. I guess we get to know them in very different ways."
He turned sideways to look at Albus, one leg sliding down the couch, while he bent the other. "I've been thinking about this. They arrived from May, 2003, Al. Something must have happened around then, because neither of them was involved with our mothers. Then your father got married and then my father got married. Maybe that's why he was so upset about you in Slytherin, about being my friend. I almost asked Dad but realized that he wouldn't know, but it makes sense, because they were here less than two weeks when they got together. That's what Dad said."