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He was messing with his hair incessantly; running his fingers – long, slender things – through the pale blonde cloud on his head. He just had too much of it, silken strands tucked behind his ear, falling in his eyes, brushing his throat. Fuck! What would it be like to thread his fingers through it? Wind them to his scalp and pull.

The boy huffed and dropped his hands... began to fiddle with something in his pocket. He blew his hair out of his eyes, an infuriating habit, as he drew out a pack of cigarettes. When he spotted Albus watching him he grinned, flashing white teeth wickedly. His eyes were bright, more icy than steely, and his lashes black and thick, a beguiling combination.

"Alright, Potter?" Scorpius thrust a fag between his lips, letting it dangle there as he pulled out his wand to light it.

Albus shifted as he imagined pushing something else between those soft, pink lips. "What're you doing here Malfoy?"

By this time Scorpius had taken a long drag of the cigarette and he was now tipping his head back in an exaggerated manner, letting smoke unfurl from parted lips. The movement made Albus want to take him by the throat and... he wasn't sure...

The boy slid him another look. "It's a party is it not?" he spread his hands and sank back into the couch that sat at right angles to Albus'. They were relatively secluded in their corner; the Room of Requirement accommodated to those who wished to skulk in the shadows. A low table sat in the middle of the circle of sofas, home to a cluster of empty glasses, all Albus'. Beyond, past the darkness, bodies writhed and ground and the beat of the music stirred the air.

Albus folded his arms crossly. "Not for you it isn't."

Scorpius giggled. Took another long drag, this one more provocative then the last. His tongue flicked out and caressed the end playfully. "And why not?"

"Because you're a Slytherin, and a bratty, irritating one at that."

Scorpius cocked his head and pouted at him, his hair falling all over the place. He ran a hand through it and pushed it from his eyes. "Do I bother you?" His hand slid from behind his neck, slipping down his chest.

Albus glowered at him and made to stand, lest he give himself away. But then Scorpius was pushing himself up, climbing onto the table and Albus, cornered, drew back in his seat. Scorpius jumped down in front of him and sat down gracelessly, knocking over a few glances as he went. He watched them roll away and raised an eyebrow at the other boy. "Had a few have you?"

Albus shrugged, unnerved. "Some..." He glanced around the room, hoping no one was watching. Most of his mates had retreated to their own corners; he could see his cousin Rose as well, dancing with her friends and quite oblivious. The rest were sixth or seventh years but none that he knew too well. Which begged the question, why was Scorpius Malfoy here?

The blonde was just smiling at him, legs tucked under the low table, his cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Isn't it time you slithered off to bed?" Albus asked contemptuously.

"Ohh," Scorpius purred. "Is that it?" He proffered his smoke, holding it between delicate fingers. Albus watched him warily. When he didn't take it Scorpius shrugged and sat back. "Only if you come with me," he threw Albus a flirtatious smirk.

"Excuse me!"

"I did wonder why you were staring..." Scorpius continued.

"I was not staring!" Albus snapped.

"You were," Scorpius insisted and smirked again. "When I was dancing, I saw you. In fact you were staring from the moment I walked in..."

Albus spluttered but was unable to formulate a reply. He'd had too much to drink; Scorpius' head was floating before his eyes like some wicked and angelic vision... He was playing with his hair again, messing and mussing. His eyes closed as he shook it out and Albus' gaze fell to his body. He wore black, all black; tight jeans, a loose shirt pulled up to the elbow and undone to the chest... beneath, his skin shone pale and silken. Albus bet he was slender, slender and beautiful... blonde as well, he bet.

Scorpius laugh was breathless. "Really, Potter, is the eye-fucking supposed to be subtle?"

Albus flushed. "Just bugger off already Malfoy," he groaned, rubbing his eyes.

The boy raised an eyebrow. Insolently, lit another cigarette.

Albus growled and snatched it from him, flicking it to the floor. His fingers buried themselves in Scorpius' hair, digging in and pulling him so close their lips almost crashed together. He felt rather than heard Scorpius gasp. Albus' fingers tightened and Scorpius wriggled in his grasp, shifting closer to him so their breath embraced between parted lips. The blonde boy wanted it just as much, if his bright eyes and flushed cheeks were anything to go by, and his curious fingers tugging at Albus' sleeves.

Albus groaned again and shoved him back, leapt from his seat and stormed away.

/ \

When he woke the next morning, back in the Gryffindor dorms, it was with dawning horror... and slight arousal. He slipped a hand down to his cock, gasping to realise he was completely rigid. Albus staggered to the bathroom, falling against the door and fisting himself furiously. He grit his teeth to hide his groan, pumping so fast it hurt – though he was so hard it hurt regardless. He imagined pushing the other boy to his knees, those eyes blinking up at him, those lips parting... and thrusting his aching cock into the wetness of Scorpius' mouth.

"Nghh!" He just had time to sink his teeth into his knuckles and muffle the sound of his cry.

Albus didn't see Scorpius that morning but ended up thinking about him from dawn to dusk anyway. Malfoy had always been a tease, not cruel, but... a tease. Rose didn't like him, nor did any of his other friends, then again nor did they really dislike him. And he wasn't a bully, that was the Dolohovs and their cronies; as far as he knew Scorpius shared greater enmity with Nero and his twin Vietka then Albus did. But Scorpius was a Slytherin... and Albus' family all hated the Malfoys... and he sort of did as well. Stupid Scorpius with his smirk like he knew something Albus didn't; like Albus was just so terribly amusing. And stupid Scorpius with his mass of blonde hair and pretty eyes and waist that just looked so tiny and thighs that were evidently muscled beneath his Quiddich breeches... and arse that looked equally as tight.

Albus' quill clattered to the floor.

"Mate?" Noah sniggered, "you alright? You've been spacing out for the last ten minutes."

Albus flushed; that thought was so loud, so indecent, he was worried it was written across his face. Rose, Claudia and Rob were staring at him as well and the latter grinned at Albus' look.

"Go on," he said, "who was it then?"

"Er..." Albus stammered and scanned the Gryffindor table quickly. "Er, it was Poppy... yeah." He tried to look sad as he named his ex-girlfriend, though he'd been glad to get rid of her.

They were diverted. Rose patted his hand. "Don't bother with her. She's a total slut anyway."

"Sorry, I don't understand – how that's a bad thing...?" Rob shrugged and grinned.

"Yeah, yeah," Albus gave him a shove, glad they'd taken the bait as he continued his Charms class work.

/ \

So Scorpius was a tease and a Slytherin. Two reasons why Albus should stay away. They were also enemies by inheritance; though the blonde made no sign he disliked Albus... quite the opposite.

Albus was facing the Slytherin table for dinner, always a mistake. Scorpius was at the end closest to the door, jesting with Jagger Arlae and Etienne Ashtoreth. Albus imagined he could hear the blonde's laugh, bright as silver and rippling. He tried to focus on what Rob was saying but his eyes continuously strayed and he found himself aching to be the cause of Scorpius' laughter. This level of obsession worried him sometimes.

Then again, if he hadn't been so transfixed on the other boy he wouldn't have noticed how it started.

Nero Dolohov called down the table at Scorpius. The blonde waved a careless, dismissive hand. Vietka sidled up closer to him and coiled an arm around his shoulder, prompting a round of jeers. Scorpius shoved him off and leapt to his feet. By then the sides were drawn; Scorpius, Arlae and Ashtoreth squaring up against the Dolohovs, Augustus Hehldohn and Salvatore Asberry.

"What are you looking at?" Rob asked, peering over his shoulder.

Vietka was leering, rolling his shoulders like he was about to throw a punch. Nero was doing all the talking, thin lips pulled in a sneer. Arlae balled his fists and raised his wand but Nero spoke over him, so loud Albus heard him from across the hall, though he could not discern his words. But whatever he said must have been bad.

Scorpius paled and the Slytherins in vicinity quieted. The blonde looked as though he wanted to say something, he opened his mouth, closed it again... took a step back. Ashtoreth was frowning at him, Arlae shook his head angrily. Then came the whispers. Asberry and Hehldohn turned to the Slytherin table, gathering crowds at they spoke. Heads were turning back and forth as something was retold up and down the table. Then the Ravenclaws were calling out and several broke away to hear the gossip and bring it back to the friends. They carried the whispers to the Hufflepuffs and in moments students in green, blue and yellow were laughing and pointing and nudging each other and jeering.

Scorpius seemed to turn in slow motion, the ice of his eyes melting into tears as the Great Hall erupted around him.

Albus hadn't seen Rob leave but suddenly he was jumping back onto the bench. "You'll never guess what guys – Nero Dolohov just outed Scorpius Malfoy. Malfoy is gay."

Albus looked back to where Scorpius had been in time to see him running from the room.

/ \

"So, apparently," Claudia was saying back in the Gryffindor common room. "It was at the party last night and Vietka Dolohov saw it all, Malfoy getting off with this guy, and he told Nero who told everyone else. And I mean everyone!"

Albus rubbed his throat. "Scorpius was getting off with a guy last night..."

"Shit!" Noah cursed. "Yeah I think I saw him as well! I didn't think anything of it, but he was with this dark haired guy in a corner..."

Albus was getting hot; he clenched his palms and found them sweaty.

Rob and Rose were thinking back to the party as well. "I saw him arrive, and I saw him dancing... he did dance pretty gay..."

"I didn't even know he was there," Rose shrugged.

"That's cos you were busy with Andrew" Claudia teased.

Rose flushed. "I wasn't busy, we were just talking."

"And whilst you were talking he tried on your lipstick did he?" Claudia said.

As the girls started chattering Albus turned to Noah, affecting a casual air. "Who'd you see Scorpius with?"

"I dunno, it was late – almost everyone had gone. You'd left hours ago. And this guy and him were in a corner."

Albus felt at once relieved and... angry. He was glad no one had seen him with Scorpius but then... who the fuck was Scorpius with?

/ \

The next few days were hard, for Albus as well as Scorpius. So the blonde was being bullied, at least he wasn't being tortured – because that's what Albus felt like as he lay in bed at night. It had been years now that Albus had had to endure Scorpius teasing; though that party had been the first outright advance the other boy had made.

Albus had known he was gay for a while now, known he was gay and not once acted on his feelings. Pre-dominantly because his feeling were all centred on Scorpius Malfoy but also because he was unsure and maybe even nervous. But if Scorpius wanted it too... where was the problem in that? So a small part of him loathed the other boy... a larger part (figuratively) lusted after him.

"Potter!" The wind had whipped colour into his cheeks, staining them red, his blonde hair floated haphazardly in the swirling air and his eyes shone brightly. Scorpius looked positively lovely.

"Malfoy," Albus replied, pausing in his stride. He'd just come from Hagrid's and was making his way through the courtyard. "Bunking?" Albus had a free period now but he wouldn't be surprised if Scorpius was skipping.

Scorpius shrugged and wrapped his arms around himself. "It's quite chilly isn't it?" His smile was playful. "Want to lend me your cloak?"

Albus rolled his eyes. "If I wanted rumours that we're a couple to being circulating by lunch."

Scorpius' smile grew ever more mischievous "Well hand it over then."

"Ah," Albus said, "but I heard you already have a boyfriend so..." he shrugged.

Scorpius scowled, a rare look for his pretty face. "From the Dolohovs?" His lip curled contemptuously. "Well run off to them then, see if you can't get the rest of the story. Vietka tells it so well." He spun on his heel and strode off angrily.

Albus frowned, watching him retreat. He'd entered the corridor by the time Albus called out. "Scorpius wait!"

He did, so readily Albus thought he wasn't angry but when he got a look at the boys face he realised he was wrong.

"They're such fucking arseholes!" Scorpius yelled and stomped his foot. Then he sniffed and stared hard at the floor.

"Er..."

Scorpius scuffed his shoe and fell back against the wall. Sniffed again.

"Jesus, are you – are you alright?" Albus asked quietly. When that blonde head shook his hair flew everywhere and Albus could smell coconuts and musk. He reached out a hand and gently, gently, laid it on the silken mane.

"Ha! Look at that! The slut's already reeling them in!"

Scorpius shoved Albus off and dragged a sleeve under his nose. The look he threw Nero and Vietka Dolohov was hateful.

"Yeah, I'm not the one that gets off on being a bully," Albus snapped. He'd duelled enough to know he could take either Nero or Vietka and was sure Scorpius could do the same. But both brothers were taller than the blonde and Albus only levelled height with Nero. They were broader too, brawny and dark.

Nero opened his mouth for an undoubtedly scathing retort but Vietka snarled and stepped forward. "What'd you tell him, huh?" He pointed a finger at Scorpius. "You shut your mouth!"

Albus frowned and glanced between them and Nero grasped his brother's shoulder. "Cool it. He won't say anything..." but his assurance was awkward and he quickly let go of Vietka's shoulder "Will you Scorpy?"

Scorpius flushed and shifted uncomfortably.

"What's going on?" Albus demanded. The Dolohovs were still staring at Scorpius whilst Scorpius stared at the floor. Albus curled his fists. "Did you just threaten him!"

"God!" Nero hissed. "You just can't help yourself can you Potter? Always out to play hero."

Albus wrenched out his wand and the Dolohovs mimicked him. "No better than you. Always out to compensate." He took a step forward even as Scorpius took a step back. "We'll see if I play hero better than you play arsehole."

Nero had lifted his wand before Scorpius spoke. "Curse him and I might take mind to tell my own story of that night."

Nero paused and Vietka grit his teeth. "You promised."

"I'm a Slytherin; don't think I won't break it."

Albus didn't lower his wand but he frowned at Scorpius, then Vietka, Scorpius again.

"Fine," Nero spat. He grabbed his brother's arm and shoved him away; he gave Scorpius one last look of warning before he followed him off. A few moments later they were gone.

Albus whirled around. "With Vietka Dolohov!" But the look on Scorpius' face melted his anger. He'd turned lily white, rose pink lips trembling and tears brimming and spilling from his icy eyes.

"I was d-drunk," he sobbed. "And he-he's such a fucking arsehole! He kissed me, if that's what it can be called, and pushed me into the sofa and started rutting..." He threw a hand in the air and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Albus was shaking. He turned around. "I'm fucking going after him."

Scorpius grabbed his sleeve. "Don't, don't! See, I got hold of my wand and threw him off. And he was so angry he said he'd tell everyone about me. But when I told him I'd do the same to him he said," he choked on a sob, "he said i-if I said – anything – he'd really –g-ive me – something to – tell-ll."

"He what! He- said – that sick fuck! I'll kill him – that fucking bastard!"

Scorpius blushed and wiped at his eyes. "You're sweet," he said.

Albus' mouth opened and closed. Scorpius eyes dropped and he blushed again and looked away, down the corridor. He fell back against the wall, the fingers on Albus' sleeve tugging him closer. His hair tumbled in front of his eyes as he peered into Albus' face. "Sometimes it's like I can still feel Dolohov's lips on mine," he murmured. His thump brushed over the pinkness of his mouth and his tongue flicked out to wet them.

Albus swallowed.

"I don't want to taste him, Albus. When I lie awake tonight I want to touch my lips and remember you."

So Albus slipped his hand into Scorpius' hair and granted his wish.

Their kiss was a tentative thing. Did you kiss a boy like he was a girl? Or like he was a boy? If so, how did you kiss a boy? Scorpius' hands wound around his neck, his lips parted gently as he pressed their mouths and their bodies together. His tongue was as playful as the rest of him; it swept Albus' lips coyly, slick and hot, prodded and delved. He pulled Albus against him as he backed against the wall and tipped his head back to deepen their kiss.

Then Albus realised he was the one being kissed like a girl. His response was so eager Scorpius gasped. His fingers threaded through Scorpius' silken tresses, tugging and fisting; his tongue thrust into the other's mouth. The blonde let out a moue and threw his arms around Albus neck, his breath coming in gulps. Albus chuckled and pushed him into the wall, their bodies flush, Albus' muscles to Scorpius' litheness. The blonde's fingers continued to slide through his hair, over his shoulders, around and around his neck, pulling Albus ever closer, kissing him ever deeper.

Laughter, chatter and the stampeding of footstep threw them apart. Sparing one last, provocative smile, a come hither if there ever was oneScorpius sauntered off down the hallway. Albus turned in the opposite direction as students spilled into the corridor and brushed his lips as he went.

this is TAME people, brace yourself for later chappies. by the by, i love reviews like Albus loves Scorpius :D