A/N: Hi everyone!

A couple of things:

- English is not my mother tongue, or first language or whatever you call it, so excuse me if there's a lot of mistakes!

- I am a so called "slasher" and not embarassed to admit it. Or maybe I am. A little bit.

- Explicit content follows. Yes, sexual content. If you don't like it, then why have you opened this?

- I don't own these characters. They are the property of the wonderful and brilliant J.K. Rowling. I just borrow them

- I don't know if this will be continued yet. Please let me know what you think!

:) Zoe

1.

Albus slammed the door leading to the captain's changing room shut, and locked it, glad to escape from his teammates' grim looks and sour faces. Not that he wasn't in a foul mood himself; losing a Quidditch match against the rival house always made him almost seethe with anger. Throwing his broom in one of the corners, he ripped of the soaked leather gloves and started wrestling out of his equally soaked clothes.

Malfoy had caught the snitch before Hugo. He couldn't believe it. Not that the Slytherin team wasn't good, he was just sure that Gryffindor would beat them this time; they had practiced twice as many times, and twice as hard. And as captain of the team, Albus felt responsible, even though he knew he had done the best he could, and so had every single one of his teammates. He didn't look forward to the speech he had to give them later, about "it's not that we aren't good, it's just that they were better this time," and "we'll get them next time," and "each and every one of you is a winner at heart," and crap like that.

"Argh!" Albus growled as he stepped into the shower. His muscles were sore after almost five hours on the broomstick, and the warm water relieved the tension somewhat.

That look Malfoy had given him after his catch. That was what infuriated Albus the most. He'd almost looked apologetically. What the fuck was that about? Like Albus deserved some kind of pity from the slytherins. He preferred the gloating and arrogance over that, no question about it.

Rubbing soap over his chest, he let his hand wander farther south, picturing the brown eyes and curvy frame of his girlfriend Sainab. She would surely be ready to comfort him afterwards. However - and this was rare - he didn't find much comfort in the thought. No physical reaction came, what so ever. And he didn't feel up to it tonight. All Albus really wanted was to crawl into bed at the boys' dormitory and not show his face for a couple of days. That would have been so good.

He allowed himself to enjoy the hot water on his body for a couple more minutes, before he stepped out of the shower, tying a towel around his waist. He took a look at himself in the mirror.

Albus knew he was good looking. He looked very much like his father - which people reminded him about every bloody day. He had his father's (or actually his late grandmother's) emerald green eyes, and dark, unruly hair. He had not inherited his bad eyesight though, and not the tall and scrawny frame his father had in his youth either. Albus was not particularly tall for his age, but he was muscular; he had a broad chest and strong arms with well defined muscles. It was probably because he had played a beater on the house team for the past three years. The fact that everyone was so surprised he didn't play a seeker, like his father had done, had always annoyed Albus. He was so similar to Harry Potter, inside out, that people seemed to forget that he was actually his own bloody person.

He stared into his own eyes, leaning heavily on the basin underneath.

There was a knock on the door, and Albus jumped a bit, waking up from his rather dark thoughts.

Sighing, he went over and opened the door slightly ajar before sticking his head out.

Malfoy looked at him, a mixture of amusement and arrogance on his face, much the look Albus was used to from the other boy. He was still in his Quidditch outfit. What the hell was he doing in the Gryffindor locker room?

"What?" Albus couldn't help but growl.

"Calm down, Potter, don't get your wand in a knot," Malfoy said, holding his hands up as if to show Albus that he didn't carry any weapons. "The showers in our locker room are broken. Be a mate and let a fellow captain borrow yours, will you?"

Most of the gryffindors had left, and Albus only saw a few slytherins changing out of their cloaks. He frowned at the other boy.

"Why don't you just shower out here with your team?"

Malfoy gave him something like a wink and lowered his voice. "Come on, Potter! I'm a captain and used to other standards. You know what I mean, right?"

Albus actually did know what he meant; the captains' changing room was almost of another world than the shared one. The towels were softer, the water was warmer, the soap better… But he still wouldn't give in.

"So go up to the castle and shower there, then," he shot at his rival, scowling at him.

Malfoy changed his strategy. "What kind of weird shit are you doing in there, that you clearly don't want anyone else to know about, Potter?"

Albus couldn't think of a clever reply to that.

"Or is it just that you're a very sore loser?" Malfoy continued.

Arsehole, Albus thought. He didn't want the slytherin in his wardrobe, gloating and making chit chat. But now he couldn't refuse without either looking like a sexual deviant, or a sulking child. Fuck!

Defeated once more, Albus stepped back, opening the door wider so that Malfoy could step in.

"Thanks."

Scorpius Malfoy had never exactly been a friend of Albus'. Not entirely an enemy either, though. Sure, they'd had their share of fights during their six years at Hogwarts, but nothing that could even compare to their fathers disputes. There was some tension there, both of them painfully aware of their families' histories. It seemed to be in their blood. And they were rivals in Quidditch of course, and in some of the subjects, and there was an occasional snide remark. But nothing more.

Once though, in their second year, Scorpius had gloated a bit too much after beating Albus in a Defence Against The Dark Arts exam, and said something about Albus not being so much like his father after all. This had resulted in Albus calling him a fucking Death Eater Spawn, and the room had gone completely silent. A trip to the principal's office, a howler from his mum and a rather unpleasant reprimand from his father had followed. "Scorpius Malfoy is not his father," his dad had told him in a stern voice, and Albus had fought the urge to say "Well, neither am I, but no one seems to remember that!" He had swallowed his pride and apologized to the young Malfoy, and after a couple of weeks with ugly glares, they had returned to normal, which was some kind of tense coexistence.

The relationship between their respective houses had changed a lot in just one generation. They were still rivals, but now slytherins and gryffindors dated, and it was not unusual to see a slytherin in the Gryffindor common room and vice versa, which as his mother and father had told him, never happened back in the "old days".

Now this dripping wet slytherin stood in front of Albus. The strained conversation had stopped and suddenly the changing room seemed impossibly quiet. If Albus didn't know better, he could have sworn that Scorpius let his eyes wander over him. Over his broad chest, with nipples erect because of the slight cold, over the moist towel around his waist, his strong thighs, and all the way down to his feet. Albus crossed his arms over his chest, not really knowing if he tried to cover up his half naked body, or stop the weird burning sensation in his stomach.

"Good match today, eh?" Malfoy had turned with his back against him now, removing his wet clothes. Albus shook his head to wake up from his strange reverie and clear his throat.

"Yeah, whatever," he replied, trying not to sound too bitter.

"Oh, come of it, Potter," Malfoy said as he stepped into the shower. "You can't say that you weren't relieved that the game was over after five freezing ours? It still feels like I have a fucking broomstick up my arse!"

Albus only grunted a reply, not letting himself chuckling at that last one. Malfoy was pretty funny sometimes, but Albus had no intentions of letting him know that he thought so. Wouldn't be good for his ego, he thought, as he took his toiletries to the basin.

They fell into a pleasurable silence as the Slytherin showered and the Gryffindor styled his hair with some gel. The steam from the shower clouded the mirror, and Albus used his hand to wipe it away.

Then he noticed it.

He could see the shower cubicle in the reflection of the mirror. And the shower curtain had slipped to the side.

Without really knowing what he was doing, Albus turned around. Yes, the shower curtain had definitely slipped to the side, and now he could see most of the back of Scorpius' naked body.

Moses'

He was taller than Albus, and his body was leaner. His muscles wasn't as defined as the young Potter's; he looked more like a professional swimmer, than a typical Quidditch-player, even though he played seeker. He was paler than Albus' as well, but not in an unhealthy way. His skin color radiated some sort of strength, he seemed almost…

Angelic, Albus thought. He couldn't tear his eyes away. And the strange burning feeling had spread through his body. His pulse was close to racing, and he licked his lips, suddenly breathing rather heavily.

Then, Scorpius turned while pulling his fingers through his shoulder-long blonde hair. For what seemed like ages, but probably wasn't more than a few seconds, they stared at each other, Scorpius with surprise, in his silver grey eyes. Albus shamelessly let his eyes wander over the naked body in front of him. It was like he was in some sort of trance. He looked at the Malfoy's face, his long neck, then let his eyes travel down his muscular chest and over his stomach which had a hint of a six pack and further down to his…

The sight of Scorpius' half erected cock made Albus snap back into reality, and he turned around blushing furiously.

What the fuck was he doing? How could he let himself stare like that? And how was he supposed to get out of this one?

"Like what you see, Potter?" Scorpius' voice was snappy and arrogant as usual. But there was something else there as well. Something heavy.

Albus didn't respond. He once again leant heavily on the basin, head hanging low between his shoulders. He did not like boys that way. He did not.

He heard the Malfoy pull the rest of the shower curtain aside, and the sound of his footsteps was coming closer. Albus didn't dare to open his eyes, and definitely not turn around to face the other boy, who was now standing right behind him, so close that Albus could feel the heat from his body, but not touching. Then Scorpius placed a hand on his shoulder.

This made Albus snap back to reality once more. He turned around to tell Malfoy to back off, but before he came that far, the other boy crashed his lips against his.

Albus froze. But only for a second. The slytherin's lips were so soft, the softest Albus had ever tasted, which made them even more inviting. Scorpius cradled his face with his hands, and Albus was glad he was leaning against the basin, because his knees almost buckled when he felt a tongue pry open his lips, vibrating against his own. He moaned into the kiss, not knowing he had done it until he heard it. He also heard the other boy breathing heavily through his nose.

There was no need for words. It felt like a fire had started in Albus' body. It started in his stomach, spreading in every direction, reaching its peak between his legs.

He felt Malfoy's hands on his hips, loosening the towel around his waist, letting it fall to the floor.

They tore apart, both boys gasping for breath, and looked at each other. Emerald green met silver grey. Albus' breath got caught in his throat when he drew in the features of Malfoy's face; his high cheekbones, his darkened silver grey eyes, pupils dilated, his swollen lips…

There was no stopping Albus now. Taking a step forward he attacked Scorpius' lips, pulling his body close. And then he felt it. Malfoy's erection against his own. Both boys moaned, all thoughts of possible teammates left in the outside changing room gone. Albus' hips jolted and he had to break the kiss to let out a grunt of pleasure. Scorpius smiled wickedly and pulled his hand, and together they tumbled into the shower cubicle. Albus found himself pushed harshly against the cool tiles. He didn't know if it was him or the other boy who had turned the shower on, but suddenly he felt warm water cascading down their bodies. Together with the feeling of Scorpius' hands on his body, his tongue in his mouth and his aching oversensitive erection, it was almost too much.

The Malfoy tore away from his lips and attacked his neck, licking, biting, sucking.

"Fuck, Albus," he mumbled against the sensitive skin, the other not really registering the sudden use of his first name. "You're bloody gorgeous."

The words were almost as hot as his touches, and Albus only managed a moan in response.

Then suddenly the lips on his neck were gone. Albus opened his eyes in bewilderment, feeling the panic coming. But Scorpius hadn't left. He had sunk down, and was sitting on his knees. The water was running down his face, but it didn't seem like he noticed; he just stared hungrily on the leaking cock in front of him. Albus's eyes widened. Was he really going to…?

And yes he was. Indeed he was.

Before Albus had the time to say anything, the other man had practically swallowed him whole.

He looked down. His cock was inside Malfoy's wet, hot, tight mouth.

"Oh god," Albus said as Scorpius started sucking harder and move his head faster. Albus didn't know when it happened, but his hands were suddenly buried in the slick blonde locks of the other boy, and he couldn't help but move his hips, fucking the hot mouth.

"Fuck… Scorpius!" He wanted to signal his upcoming orgasm, but he didn't have the time. Just didn't have the time… Oh god!

And with a half choked scream, he shot his load down the Malfoy's throat.

But the other boy didn't seem to mind. He simply swallowed, got to his feet and aggressively claimed Albus's sore lips once more. Usually, Albus couldn't stand when his girlfriend did that, when she kissed him right after having sucked him off. But here and now, with Scorpius, there was something strangely erotic about it. Scorpius withdrew and looked down into the emerald green eyes. And though he was in what can only be called post-orgasmic fucking bliss, Albus became aware of that he had yet to do anything to make the other boy cum. The proudly standing erection between them was a clear reminder of that. This made him hot all over and nervous at the same time. It seemed like Scorpius understood.

"Don't worry," he mumbled, moving in closer and kissing his neck. He took Albus's hand and placed it between his legs. "Just feel me."

Albus swallowed at the hot words. All though he had plenty of experience with wanking, he had only ever done it to himself. He tugged carefully, swiping his thumb over the head, pulling the foreskin over it.

"Bloody hell," Malfoy's voice cracked against his neck. This spurred Albus on, and he did it like he himself liked it, with a firm grip, varying his speed, first fast then slow, then fast, then slow again. His other hand found Malfoy's nipple on its own accord, stroking and pinching it.

"Oh… Fuck… Albus!"

Albus couldn't help but smile at the boy shaking and cursing in his arms. And then Malfoy came. All over his hand.

"Fucking hell…" Malfoy said when he'd gained his breath. "That was bloody amazing…"

Albus suddenly noticed that the water had turned cold. Not ice cold. But it was far from hot anymore.

And that was like the final snap back into reality. As he stared down at his hand, and the sticky cum covering it, it occurred to him what he had done.

The Malfoy seemed to notice the change in mood.

"Hey…" he said, his hand touching Albus's cheek lightly, but the other flinched away.

What the hell had just happened? What had he done?

Albus stared at the naked boy in front of him.

He'd had sex with another boy. He'd had sex with a Malfoy. He'd cheated on his girlfriend. With another boy! Or was it really sex? Could jerking off and oral sex count as sex? Wasn't it in any case bad enough? Oh my god, what did this make him? He wasn't gay. He'd never looked twice at another boy. He wasn't, he couldn't, he didn't want to!

He wanted to burst into tears, which was alarming and Albus quickly stepped out of the shower, different thoughts banging inside his head. Not bothering to towel himself, he quickly grabbed his boxers and jeans, hurriedly pulling them on.

"Albus," Scorpius said, turning of the water. "Hey… Albus…"

"Please," Albus said, not daring to look up. "Don't talk to me."

"What? Come on… It was just -"

"SHUT UP!"

Albus hadn't planned on yelling, it just came out that way. He looked at the Malfoy who self-consciously covered himself with a towel. And suddenly all of his sudden confusion and fear turned into anger. And that anger was directed at a certain someone.

"What the fuck man?" he said in rage. "What the hell did you do that for?"

Scorpius looked up at him. He looked like he couldn't believe what he heard. And Albus thought he could see anger flicker in his eyes.

"Excuse me?" Malfoy said. "What did I do?"

Albus hurriedly pulled a sweater over his head, before gesturing wildly to the shower cubicle. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to put words into what had just happened. He didn't dare to take such words into his mouth.

"What do you mean?" Malfoy said, clearly angry know, standing up tall, pushing his chest out. "Do you mean the part where I kissed you and you kissed me back? Or the part where I sucked you off before you jerked me off? I'm confused!"

Albus couldn't help but flinch. He couldn't believe the mess he had gotten himself into. He grabbed his bag and broom and shook his head as he backed towards the door, never meeting the other boy's gaze.

"Don't," he said. "Just don't."