A/N: Second Chapter is now Beta'd I totally forgot to say a HUGE thanks to 123 in the first chapter. She is my wonderful new Beta for this story and hopefully new ones to come!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter. I just like to play with Rowling's character
Chapter 2: Deny, Deny, Deny
Scorpius' POV
Scorpius had just walked into his bedroom after showing Albus his new room. He closed the door quickly, leaned back against it and took a deep breath. Damn! Albus was way too cute for his own good. And Malfoy's did not, repeat did NOT, find things cute.
Scorpius decided his best move for now was to avoid Albus at all costs. He just hoped that he could make his plan a little easier by making Albus want to avoid him as well. Scorpius pushed off the door, feeling better now that he knew how he'd fix this unhealthy attraction. He walked over to his closet and pulled on his silky, green, Slytherin sleep pants. After crawling into bed and casting a quick nox, Scorpius tried to convince himself that he was not attracted to a Potter.
The next morning Scorpius headed down to breakfast in the large dining room. Where there once sat a table as long as the room, there was now a more family sized table that sat only six. This, of course, happened because Harry had mentioned to Draco he thought it was too big for only four people. And Draco, being in the beginning stages of their out-in-the-open relationship, shortened it to Potter's liking. What Scorpius could not figure out was how his dad, Draco Malfoy, could be such a push over for Harry Potter of all people.
As Scorpius was eating his pancakes drenched in maple syrup, one of only a few of his weaknesses, Albus walked in and sat down right next to Scorpius. He couldn't believe it. There were two perfectly good empty chairs across the table and the git had to sit next to him.
"Mmm. Smells yummy. Good morning Scorp. Is it okay if I call you that? Good. Scorpius is just much too long." Albus didn't even pause to see if the high and mighty Malfoy would answer his question about the nickname. Apparently Scorpius, or Scorp now, had no say in it. This really bothered him; he hated it when people bossed him, a MALFOY, around. HE should be the one bossing THEM around
"Why is that? Is Scorpius too much for your itty bitty Gryffindor brain to handle?" It was meant to be a jab at Potter but came out with a playful tone. Instead of baiting Albus on, he made him chuckle quietly to himself.
A house elf popped in, not that Scorpius cared but he thought its name was Pixie, and placed a plate steeped with hot pancakes in front of Albus. Scorpius couldn't help but stare as the dark haired boy wrapped his pink lips around a bite of food. After a small, almost inaudible moan, Albus' tongue darted out to lick up a bit of syrup left on his chin. Scorpius bolted upright and flew from the room; manners be damned.
His dad and Harry were just walking in as Scorpius blew past them. He heard them asking Albus where Scorpius was headed but didn't stay long enough to hear the answer. He didn't stop running from the time he reached the door until he was safely hidden in the high gardens beside the house. No one could see in there other than from a few select windows in the top story of the manor. He was safe.
Scorpius couldn't believe himself. So much for avoiding Albus, instead he had sat there watching every delicious move Albus made. He was disgusted with himself. After an hour had gone by, Scorpius made his way back inside and sat in the living room. Thankfully it was empty at the time. He grabbed his favorite book off the table and started reading from where he had last marked the page.
Scorpius had been reading for a bit and was really getting into the wizard mystery book when out of nowhere he heard a chipper voice saying, "Hey Scorp!" Scorpius nearly jumped out of his seat but managed in the nick of time to put on his Malfoy Mask. 'Hello, Albus." he said in a voice not even close to as enthusiastic as Albus' was.
"Say, Scorp. Do you wanna do something tonight? You know maybe get some friends together and go to a club or something?" Scorpius was almost tempted at the idea. The thought of getting drunk off fire whiskey sounded really good at this point. The only problem was Scorpius was afraid of what he might do or say with Albus around and the liquor flowing.
"No, I think I'd prefer a quiet night this evening. Maybe some other time I'll go." Albus seemed satisfied with the answer and wandered away. There, Scorpius had managed to deny the request and still make Albus believe he would go with him another time. He then turned back to his book to sink into the interesting world the mystery had created.
Weeks went by in the same fashion. Albus would try his best to get Scorpius to be around him, talk to him, do anything with him. And every time Scorpius would come up with a believable excuse, or if he didn't feel like making one up, he would simply walk away. Often he went to his room because it seemed that there and the bathroom were the only two places Albus wouldn't corner him. Well, that was until a week ago.
Scorpius' shower had some awful noise come out of it and it stopped working. It took a good two days before he could use it again. So until then he was forced to use the bathroom just down the hall from his room.
The first day of having to use it, Scorpius went in to take a shower instead of his usual bath. He wanted to be as quick as possible considering Albus used that washroom as well. He had just lathered his sweet smelling shampoo thoroughly in his hair when he heard a noise. He peeked his head out of the shower curtain and squinted through the soap bubbles.
"Albus!" Scorpius would never admit that his voice ended up squeaking the name instead of yelling it.
"Ahh! Sorry, Scorp. Forgot that you had to use this loo to." By now Scorpius had flung his head back in the shower and firmly closed the curtain again. "So, since you're here, um, what are you doing tonight?"
"You have got to be kidding me. You're asking me this while I'm trying to shower?"
Albus just continued talking either not hearing or pretending not to hear Scorpius' cries of outrage. "Well, I figured you're here, in the shower, where you can't run away, and I believe you're running out of viable excuses."
"They are not excuses. They are legitimate reasons as to why I could not go to the various places you asked me to go to." Scorpius knew Albus wouldn't believe him but he figured it couldn't hurt to try.
"Oh. So, the reason you couldn't go flying that day was because you ate something that gave you horrible side-effects that only you could notice? Riiight." Scorpius figured he'd better get Albus to leave because this conversation wasn't ending as quickly as he'd hoped.
He stuck his head under the spray and started to massage the suds off his scalp. Then he had a brilliant idea. "I can't do anything tonight, I'm afraid. I'm going to my mum's to visit for dinner. So sorry, Albus." He heard a huff and the bathroom door slowly open and close again.
"Brilliant thinking, Scorpius. Brilliant thinking." Scorpius finished his shower in a very happy mood, knowing he had out-smarted the Gryffindor once more. He just hoped he could keep doing it until Albus finally gave up trying to get Scorpius to be friends with him.
