Scorpius Malfoy

Taunted Love

In the darkest of nights down in the dungeon, Scorpius would cry himself to sleep. Between trying to keep his father happy, his marks up at school, and his hormonal emotions in balance, Scorpius was as mixed up as his paints became after a long three hour paint session, leaving a deep gray on the palate. His heart beat unrhythmically any time Albus Severus Potter came to his mind. The emerald green of his eyes tore his soul open, even when he was just picturing the boy. How had he let himself get to this point? Loving a Potter was bad enough. Maybe he could get by if it would have been the sweet little flower, Lily, who did no wrong. But that stupid kid that was named after the man his father was sworn to kill. Scorpius pulled his blankets up closer to his chin. There was no way he could hurt his father like that. An artist should live in pain, he would justify to himself, clinching his eyes tighter to push the tears away.

Still, the invitation to Diagon Ally rummaged around in his mind. Had Potter been so quick to ask Scorpius on a date? He sat bolt upright in his bed. It had just occurred to him that Albus might not have intended to meet him at all. Leave him in Diagon Ally all alone. Tell everyone at Hogwarts to go there and laugh at him. In that moment, he swore he heard the laughter already filling his singular bedchamber, which had been make shifted from a cold dungeon cell—which is what every room in Slytherin was because they were a real full-blood family that didn't need to be in such close quarters as the half-bloods and putrid muggle-borns that needed to snuggle close in a year-based room.

"Stop it. Stop laughing at me!" Scorpius screamed out at his empty room. Everything seemed silent once more.

Tossing the top of the blanket away from himself, Scorpius got out of bed. His boxer briefs hung low on his hips, showing his V line well with his white skin slightly glowing by the one candle he always kept lit. The gray stones under his bare feet were like walking on ice at night. Had he not felt like his paintings were staring at him, he wouldn't have gotten out of bed at all. He covered each one quickly, but the last one was difficult to cover because it was a recent one of Albus that he would have to destroy soon before he left for the summer. He couldn't have that at home.

Thoughts of Albus swept through his mind, once again. His body shivered as the thoughts where he left off came back to him. No. That was all wrong. Albus was a sweet boy. Even in fighting, a Potter—especially Albus—could never be a cold as a Malfoy. Albus's invitation was real. That was what Scorpius was going to hinge himself on.

As he shivered, he slowly pulled his blanket back over him. The black silk sheets under him felt great against his back as he slid down a little in his bed. His blonde hair fell on the pillow as he rested his head on it. When he shut his eyes, a clear image of Albus entered his mind. They were in Diagon Ally, Scorpius realized as he started to see a scene start in his mind.

The day was warm and the sun was bright. Scorpius wasn't in love with the sun baring down on him. As Albus skipped up toward him, he was already looking for a building to duck into. At all costs, he was hoping to not have to go into the Weasley joke store. But like the little reader he was, he motioned for them to go into Flourish and Blotts, a book store that mostly just carried school books, but there was a small fiction section to encourage side reading. Somehow, Scorpius thought that was Albus's mother's fault.

Scorpius reached toward the band of his underwear as he pictured Albus grabbing his hand. Hand in hand, they walked into the book store. They went right up the stairs. Scorpius pushed his underwear down by his thumbs. His back arched as he lifted his butt off the bed to push his boxer briefs down to his knees. Upstairs, Albus took Scorpius to a secluded area where there were some mighty dusty books. They faced one another and Albus lightly kissed Scorpius. His penis was fully erect and he started to rub his fingertip gently over the tip of it.

Albus pulled away and just looked into Scorpius's eyes. "What's wrong?" Scorpius asked. He circled his hand around his penis just under the tip.

"I want you to admit that you love me," Albus said, pushing some of his longer bangs out of his eyes.

"I love you more than you even know, Albus," Scorpius said out loud in his dark dungeon room. He slowly pulled his hand up and back down sliding the skin of his penis along with it.

A small smile built up on Albus's lips. He grabbed onto Scorpius's wrists and pulled him closer to him. They hugged each other and Albus again kissed Scorpius, opening his mouth to allow Scorpius's tongue a snake entrance.

Scorpius's butt squeezed together as he lifted his lower body up and down to hump his hand. His mouth parted a little as he let out a warm breath. His tongue enraptured inside of Albus's mouth. He pulled the taller boy as close to him as he could. Their bodies touched each other. Scorpius grazed his hand from his shoulder down to his nipple and rubbed around and on it before moving his fingertips down his abs and felt up and down all six of them. Albus was grabbing the back of Scorpius's hair, pushing his own tongue into Scorpius's mouth. They were beginning to mess each other's hair up.

Scorpius slid his hand back up his body and put his middle finger in his mouth. His other hand was pushing up and down harder. A small moan escaped him in reality and as Albus kissed him. Their kiss broke and Albus's nose traced a line along Scorpius's jaw until he was at Scorpius's neck. His lips pressed against the skin of his neck. Scorpius's head tilted up against his pillow. He lightly pushed the tip of his finger into the small entrance of his pink virgin hole. His neck was more exposed, so that Albus could kiss more area. His tongue popped out every few kisses and tickled his neck in an amazing way. Albus's hands reached around and groped Scorpius's butt cheeks.

As Scorpius put his whole finger in, his body started to shake. His penis erupted cum all over his torso. His eyes fluttered open, making him break the fantasy he was having about Albus. Damn the timing. He rolled onto his side and let the cum pull down his body, not cleaning a bit of it up because it was a gift that Albus had unwillingly given to him. Besides, the house elves could just wash his sheets in the morning anyway. They knew better than to ask questions. It wasn't like they didn't have to clean up the teens' hormonal messes every day anyway.

A quick decision was made as Scorpius's eyes landed on the covered painting of Albus. He'd send it to him on the last day of school, which was, consequently, Albus's fifteenth birthday.

Scorpius closed his eyes again and drifted off to sleep, feeling both more and less alone than he had before.