A/N: I hope you guys like this, it's a Scorpius and Albus story.
Scorp is kind of a control freak that likes having things his way, that includes Albus who is somewhat like Scorpius's servant, because he's being blackmailed. The whole situation with the blackmailing goes on until their sixth year where things between the two become more of a controlling lover kind of thing. Some secrets unravel along the way, so we'll see how it goes.
Prologue
Albus Potter sat watching his family over the top of his Transfiguration text book, from the opposite side of the Great Hall.
His emerald eyes narrowed slightly, as he watched his older brother and many cousins laughing and joking with one another loudly over their breakfast.
The young Slytherin, Potter was feeling quite dejected and alone, as he sat on the farther side of his house table well away from the other Slytherins.
He knew that he was acting stupid, and that he could easily join his family at the Gryffindor table, or that he could just move closer to his house mates, but the young Potter just couldn't make himself do it.
He really didn't want to deal with the older Slytherins who were the only other people at the table at the moment.
Moreover he wasn't sure if it was his Potter pride or the fact that he was a Slytherin, but the thought of walking over to join his family at the moment made the young boy cringe in distaste.
It had been a while since Albus could stand being anywhere near his family members, besides doing so now, would only make Albus feel as if he was some sort of puppy that has wondered off without its master's consent and would be coming home with his tail between his legs.
He was already getting enough of feeling like a disobedient pup from Malfoy, he didn't need it from his family too.
After taking a deep breath Albus pulled his eyes away from the now familiar scene that had been playing for the Potter family's Black Sheep for the better part of the month, so that he could concentrate on the text before him.
Professor Knock, his Transfiguration teacher had informed the class last week that they were to be looking forward to a pop quiz within two weeks, and it was now Wednesday of the second week.
Albus had no doubt that the quiz would either be today in class or the next day. But either way, he would be ready for it.
Albus didn't know how long he had been sitting there reading before he noticed a shadow falling over him, but he had the feeling that whoever it was had been trying to get his attention for a while.
"Potter, that damn book can't be too interesting, so stop ignoring me you prat." the familiar voice of Barben Goyle hissed from behind him.
"What, sorry Goyle I didn't notice you… what did you say?" Albus asked, he knew how ridiculous it sounded when he said that. Because of course Barben was a pretty big eleven year old kid, and strangely enough Albus didn't think it was all fat.
Rolling his eyes with an irritated huff, the sandy haired boy sat down beside the brunet before pulling a plate before him and began piling it up with a different assortment of food.
"I was trying to get your attention for more than a minute; I was asking you if you had any idea when Malfoy is planning on handing out his new list of dorm room rules yet."
"What, why the bloody hell would I know?" Albus asked confused.
It's been a month since the school term had started and most of the first year Slytherins had come to realize that Scorpius Malfoy was not someone you wanted to mess with.
It was easy to keep off the blonde's bad side as long as you followed his rules well enough, especially when it came to that of the boy's dormitory the five first year boys shared.
Their first night at Hogwarts after Hybrid Graz the Slytherin prefect had left them to make it to their dormitory, Malfoy didn't waste any time before handing out a sheet of parchment listing rules that he expected the other boys to follow.
And if any of them had thought the Malfoy heir was joking, his threats of mortal parol cut the thought of the other four boy's in the bud quickly.
"Well you are like his secretary or whatever, he did say that he would get you to give us the new list or something, didn't he?" Barben informed the other boy as he chewed.
"Oh yeah, I forgot" Albus sighed.
Oh yeah, Albus thought to himself bitterly. He had indeed forgotten, for a blissful second that he was for a lack of a better word Malfoy's whipping boy.
He really didn't know why he put up with the other boy's demands… he was a Potter after all.
Maybe it was the blackmail…? Yeah, it had to be the blackmail, why the hell else would he be stuck kissing Malfoy's ass all the time.
Still, he was a Slytherin and for some reason Scorpius Malfoy had established himself as the Slytherin first year's Little Prince, and if there you didn't know the much about the Slytherin house, you'd knew this for sure, money and power was partially everything to them.
And no one, definitely Albus, didn't bother to delude themselves in believing that the young Malfoy didn't have either, even at the age of eleven.
Albus also knew that if he himself bothered to pluck up the courage to step forward he would be a good candidate to take Malfoy's place.
But it was just too painfully obvious that Albus preferred to sit in the shadows, he was too shy and secretive to put himself in the lime light like Malfoy did…
Well that and he was being blackmailed into being the Malfoy's right hand man.
Albus shook his head at the other Slytherin, "No he didn't give me the list, I guess he didn't make one. I mean how many more bloody rules do we need? Besides, I think he said he was giving us a report card on how well we did on his little inspection."
The raven hared boy groaned slightly at the reminder of the inspection Malfoy had made him and the other four boys in their dorm room go through.
"Merlin, that was a disaster, I mean can you believe how he made Portman cry?" Barben asked with a shudder.
Yeah, Albus could believe it, it didn't matter that the green eyed boy didn't know the Malfoy heir that well. He had been around the blonde long enough throughout the last month to know how cruel the blonde could be.
Watching Malfoy chew Drew Portman out for not cleaning his part of his room well enough wasn't a pretty sight. The little fat blob of a boy had broken down in tears as Malfoy yelled at him.
It didn't help that the door to their dorm room had been left open during the inspection, allowing the older kids to watch and laugh as the four boys being scalded by their dorm mate like a line of soldiers being chastised by their leader.
"Portman is an idiot; I'd told him plain as day what Malfoy was going to do to him if he didn't put his junk out of sight. But he thought since Malfoy had seemed to be slacking off on his little raids that everything was going to be fine. The fat idiot didn't know what hit him when Malfoy started on him." Albus hissed with a shake of his head.
"Still, I can't believe the guy had to be dragged to the hospital wing for a calming draught, I guess not everybody can take Malfoy's harsh criticism with stride like you," Barben laughed darkly.
" I just ignore what comes out of his mouth most of the time, usually all he's doing is blabbing about nothing of relevance," Albus told the other, not noticing the warning look in the other boy's eyes because he had long since returned his eyes to his book.
"Nothing of relevance, Ay Potter?" asked a cool voice from over him.
The moment he heard Albus felt his heart dropped, dread filling his stomach making the dark haired boy glad he hadn't been in the mood to eat, or he would be throwing it up right then and there.
Slowly, Albus lifted his eyes from his book, horrified emerald met stormy silver.
"I didn't know that you felt that my word held no value, Potter" the word value was spat with such venom it made the young Potter flinch with dread.
"I -I… didn't mean it like that," Albus tried to correct the damage that was clearly already done. He could partially feel the blonde plotting against him at the moment.
And if that wasn't bad enough, Albus could feel the eyes of the rest of Slytherin house watching them curiously. Most of the older years found it amusing to watch the Malfoy Prince and his Soldiers as they like to call all the first years, including the girls.
They thought it was funny watching how the blonde could draw the other first years in line with a single glare.
What amused them most was watching how Albus Potter seemed to bow before the other boy without a fight, which was something the Malfoy heir doesn't even make the other first years do.
"I should hope not, Potter. Cause if you were to really think that what I say wasn't worth more than a galleon, I'm sure you wouldn't mind me telling everyone your little secret," Scorpius hissed softly, so that no one but he and Barben could hear him.
"I… uh of course not Malfoy, forgive me" Albus spoke between gritted teeth.
"Good, now that that's settled, make me a plate, I don't feel like eating in here, it's quite crowded. Meet me in the charms classroom don't make me wait, it's almost time for class to start," and with that Scorpius Malfoy walked away without a backwards glance.
The moment the blonde was out of earshot, Albus turned to the boy sitting next to him sharply.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me he was there?" he hissed angrily as he began putting his books back into his bag.
Barben just shrugged "By the time I noticed him he was already standing in hearing distance, and I wasn't about to get chewed out for you mate."
"Yeah thanks, what a great pal you are," The irritated boy hissed as he began making Malfoy's plate.
The young Goyle just shrugged his broad shoulders with a laugh.
"He doesn't like bacon, does he?" Albus asked hesitantly as he looked over the spread of food before them.
"No, I don't think he eats meat for breakfast."
"He eats like a bloody bird, he does" Albus said as he begin to place some fruit in a bowl.
"If I were you I'd stop insulting the guy out loud, I really think he can hear you wherever he is, either that or he has spies. Besides shouldn't you hurry up you don't want to make your Master wait."
"Shut up," Albus spat, but he didn't say any more before he was gone carrying Malfoy's bowl of fruit as he hurried out of the Great Hall, ignoring Barben Goyle's laughter that followed behind him.
Ironic wasn't it, Albus had thought joining his family would end up with his metaphorical puppy tail between his legs, yet here he was running after Malfoy like the little obedient dog he was.
Merlin, the next few years at Hogwarts was going to be hell for the youngest Potter boy.
A/N: I hope you guy like this, I'm trying something new, and I doubt its anything good, but I want your input anyway. Please R&R
Luna'Sister~ The Book Goddess
