Al just stared. Stared and stared because this could not be happening. Scorpius could not be talking about his fathers sex life with Draco Malfoy. As far as Albusbwas concerned his father didn't have a sex life at all. He had slept with his mothe exactly three times, and those times were Jamie, Al, and Lilu.
"Two weeks?" He asked faintly. Two weeks. It took them two weeks... He tried to figure out the timeline, because Harry had been with his mum since they were in their last years of school. But, there had been a time when they'd broken up, hadn't there. Dad had mentioned it once, when he was even drunker than usual, and Al had found the tabloids. They'd been broken up, and then suddenly they were getting married, and Jamie came right after and oh shit, Scorpius was right! His father had a crazy affair with Draco Malfoy, and Mum probably left him for it! Then things must have crashed and burned and Harry had gone back to Mum, or maybe he and Mum had been an affair too and Harry had cheated on Mum with Draco and Draco with Mum and holy shit.
"This is insane." He collapsed back on the sofa, landing with his head in Scorpius' lap. This is bloody insane. I thought time travel and everyone dying was insane but this is absolutely completely batshit."