Hello all! I've been getting very into Rose/Scorpius stuff and this sort of came to me earlier today. I haven't decided if this will be a standalone or if I'll add to it… Let me know your thoughts.
Disclaimer: Everything is Miss Rowling's, nothing is my own but the (rather sexy if I do say so myself) plot.
How, HOW, the actual fuck did I get here?
The thought flashed through Scorpius Malfoy's brain faster than he could process.
Or perhaps it didn't. He had too many things going through his head right now to really think anything… Or… Or did he have not a single thing in his head? His mind reeled and he felt slightly dizzy and… and… terrified and….turned on.
"Scorpius," a voice rang out and echoed around the stone chamber wherein Scorpius currently found himself being tortured beyond the realm of what he'd previously thought was humanly possible.
"Scorpius, have you been listening to a single word I've said?!" The voice again, irritated this time. Scorpius took a breath and looked up from the water and bubbles, and into the eyes of his best friend. He resisted the urge to shake his head to try and clear it, instead, taking a step closer to the edge of the pool.
"Yes, Al."
Good… that was good, Scorpius thought to himself. Words. Short words. Simple words.
"'Yes, Al.'" Albus Potter mimicked back to him, perfectly executing Scorpius's usual uncaring drawl. "Come on, man! Where's your head at? What are we going to do?"
"What indeed," Scorpius commented, using every ounce of stubborn, Malfoy willpower that had ever been pounded into him to keep from dipping his eyes down below the waterline.
He gritted his teeth and shuffled forward a few steps, his legs bumping against something in the water. DO NOT LOOK DOWN, MALFOY, he thought. He took another breath and leaned forward – very carefully- making ripples in the waist-deep water, to rest his hands on the edge of the bath.
"Oh, stop fidgeting. It's not like I can see anything over there. Certainly not with all the – Yeah, what the fuck are you doing taking a bubble bath, Scor? You haven't suddenly decided you're gay or something, have you?" Albus flopped onto a bench on the other side of the room, close to the door. Scorpius wished it was even closer to the door. Like outside the door.
"Listen, not that there's anything wrong with that, mind," Albus continued, crossing his arms and glaring across the room at Scorpius, who was still rigidly leaning against the side of the pool. "But between just passing my N.E.W.T.S. and getting ready to finally fucking graduate, I can't take any more stress, mate. If you've fallen in love with me, just keep it to yourself until I've finished job interviews, will you?"
Scorpius scoffed, wishing there were more bubbles to hide his… oh FUCK I just accidentally looked FUCK down…. fuck fuck fuck fuck oh, yes… oh… oh Merlin's saggy… FUCK
"Bit of a long pause over there… Oh my God, are you actually in love with m-?"
SMACK!
Albus flinched back from where he'd leaned forward, trying to take a closer look at his suddenly violent and flushed best friend.
SMACK!
Scorpius smacked his hand against the tile a second time, taking advantage of the distracting sting it provided.
"Albus!" His voice echoed around the large room. "What the actual fuck are you doing in the prefect's bath, anyway?! I am in the middle of…. I AM DOING SOMETHING."
"Yeah, losing your ever loving mind, that's what you're-"
"Besides," Scorpius continued, peeling his eyes away from the most miraculous bloody spectacle he'd ever…
He pried his eyes up to meet Albus's. "Besides, if I was going to start swinging the other way, I would find someone who was less of a prick. And certainly someone with a bigger one than yours. I'm out of your league, and you know I aim high in all my endeavors."
Albus snorted, still eyeing Scorpius a bit suspiciously across the tile.
"As if you could ever pull someone as good as me," he retorted, leaning back on the bench. "I'm a bloody Potter."
Scorpius looked down again – quickly- and swallowed hard.
"This can wait, Al. I'm trying to relax," Scorpius said, his voice decidedly more low and husky than it had been.
"This can't wait, Scor," Albus shot back. "We graduate in two days. What are we going to do about Rose?"
Scorpius sighed, closing his eyes and lowering his head between his shoulders in defeat. He cleared his throat in a long gurgle that sounded almost pained.
His eyes blinked open, head hanging low to look at the water…
…and met the eyes of his other best friend, Rose Weasley.
In front of him in the water sat a very naked, very flushed and very naughty Rose. She was seated on a ledge built halfway up the pool's wall, slumped down so that her head could not be seen from Albus's vantage point.
Rose bit her lip with unrestrained need as her fingers circled torturously around one taught, soapy nipple. She struggled to stay silent and Scorpius fought to keep his head straight while her other hand pumped slowly up and down his shaft.
Yes… What was he going to do about Rose?
