A/N: I don't own anything except for original characters and my plot ideas.

I feel as though I should warn you. This story will not be fluffy nor light-hearted. It will be dark, dirty and unnervingly realistic. However, there will be moments of fluff as the boy's flashback to their years at Hogwarts so you won't feel completely depressed. =) I'm still deciding where this story is going to go but I'm liking where my imagination is headed and I think you guys will too. Happy Reading!

P.S. The bold italic portions are memories and simple italics are thoughts (just for reference).

The sound of crunching parchment brought Scorpius back to himself, realizing that the noise was coming from his own hands as a piece of crumpled paper lie dead in his slender fingers. He had read and re-read the letter at least seven times before he couldn't bring himself to look at it anymore; it had brought a whirlwind of images from his past, all swirling and taunting him with big green eyes and shaggy black hair. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain slice across his pointer finger, a small amount of blood tainting his pale flesh as small red droplets stained the edge of the rumpled letter, incriminating his shaking hands.

"Fuck, bloody papercut," Scorpius muttered as he brought the cut finger to his lips, sucking on the wound to ease the sting.

The blonde had received the letter during dinner, immediately recognizing the snowy owl that belonged to one Albus Potter; he knew it belonged to the other Slytherin because the bird (named Chrome) had one blue eye and one brown. Rose had recognized the owl as well, and immediately became interested as to why her cousin was writing to them all of a sudden. Yet when she had asked her husband to read the letter during dinner he instantly refused, claiming the letter was only addressed to him and that he would read it later, positive it wasn't anything important. The redhead had wanted to argue but at that exact moment their son, Aries Gemini Malfoy, demanded her attention, creating the word 'love' with his peas which made her giggle and praise him lovingly. Aries looked exactly like Scorpius had when he was younger, the male genes apparently running strong in the Malfoy line; the only difference was the small collection of freckles that decorated his nose and cheeks, an undying Weasley trait.

Scorp was relieved for the distraction, knowing all too well how important it was that Albus had written him a letter; it had been five years after all. Five long, silent years. The desire to delve into the envelope and retrieve the letter drove Scorpius so crazy he lost his appetite and claimed that he had some more work to do before bed. Rose knew better but wouldn't say anything. She remembered how close her husband and cousin had once been and how it all changed in 7th year; she knew this letter probably meant more to Scorpius than he would ever admit. Rose was the one, after all, who had practically forced Scorpius to write to Al for the past five years, even if he never received a letter in return. So she was happy for him, even if she was slightly hurt that Al hadn't included her name on the envelope. She was sure there was one for her not too far behind.

Unlike Draco Malfoy, Scorpius had refused to move his wife and child into the Malfoy Manor. One, he wasn't a stickler for tradition which explained why he didn't marry someone of his family's choosing and two, he had wanted his own place ever since he could remember. The Manor was exquisite but it always felt so drafty and cold to Scorp. He had always imagined his home as someplace warm where he could relax and unwind... and without dungeons; it was just plain creepy. However, their home wasn't anything to poke fun at. It was located in a rather nice part of Bristol and contained three stories with a large garden and library, much to Rose's pleasure. There were also numerous house elves present despite Scorpius' mother-in-law's protests; he was a Malfoy after all. Menial labor was not on his bucket list and he treated them well so he didn't really see the problem.

The Slytherin Alumni darted up the stairs to the third floor, his floor. He had it added a couple years ago after they had Aries. It had a main study where he could work in peace as well as a game room and gym complete with a steam room. Once again, he was a Malfoy and luxury just came with the territory. The only difference was the fact that Scorpius rather enjoyed working hard in the Mysteries Department for his money and had hardly relied on his inheritence to get him settled or provide for his family. Rose worked as well but was on maternity leave since their next baby was due in a couple months.

Once he was safely tucked away into his study, the blonde sank into his plush armchair and ripped the envelope open, his grey eyes absorbing Al's messy scrawl as if it were the sweetest perfume. That was until he actually decided to read and comprehend the words, all feelings of euphoria swiftly evaporating like an open window in a steamed bathroom.

He must have been in the study for at least two hours, staring at the eye-opening parchment in what he could only describe as shock. And then anger. And then sadness. And then regret. And then anger once more, forcing himself to crumple Al's words and cut himself in the process, finding it humorlessly ironic as he physically bled onto the letter just as Al had bled his heart out for Scorpius to read.

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Everything felt foreign. The warmth of the room, the quidditch posters, the random trinkets and books Albus had collected over the years littering his shelves. His old bedroom looked as though time had frozen or as if he had gotten a hold of an infamous time turner and set it to put him back in time during his school days. Even the twin bed had his favorite green and silver snake sheets on it, neatly tucked under the mattress like his mother had forced all her children to do growing up. Albus expected this type of behavior from his extremely nostalgic parents and a part of him appreciated it, but at the same time, seeing his room untouched (although it had obviously been kept clean) was beginning to unravel the man's already frayed nerves at returning home. There were just too many memories this room had kept secret, both pleasurable and heart-wrenching.

Luckily, Albus was only going to be in this house for another hour or so while his family became aquainted with (or rather bombarded) his new boyfriend, Skylar Wells, before the couple could retreat to their loft back in London. With a defeated sigh, the Slytherin Alumni threw himself gracelessly on his old bed and allowed his eyes to close, the familiar smell of his youth enveloping his elder senses.

It was the week before Christmas and Scorpius had just arrived at the Potter's via floo powder, some of the soot still lingering in his usually immaculate blonde hair. The pale Slytherin sighed in annoyance as he tried to rid himself of the blackened ash, but was disrupted by a warm body pressing against him tightly in an eager embrace. Immediately knowing the owner of the warm body as fifteen-year-old Albus Potter, Scorpius returned the hug with a friendly smirk before greeting the rest of the family.

Ever since third year, the Potters and the Malfoys had come to an agreement that the two inseparable Slytherins could split their time over the holidays as long as they were at each other's respective homes for Christmas Day. And, as per usual, Scorpius always came the week before to the Potter's and then Al would ring in the New Year at the Malfoy Manor. Everything was going as it normally would except something was different this year and both boys were highly attuned to it.

For the first time, Albus Severus Potter felt self-conscious about allowing Scorpius to sleep in his bedroom, in his bed. He knew the holidays would never be the same because they would never be the same. That night, when everyone was sleeping innocently in their bed, Al and Scorp were wide awake caught in a forbidden embrace of lips and tongues, their bare legs tangled to become one limb. Scorpius moaned loudly in Al's mouth, which made the dark-haired boy move away with a grin, "Shh, Scorp. I don't want my parents hearing... or worse, James."

"I can't help it if you insist on kissing me like that," Scorpius retorted, panting lightly.

Al couldn't help but blush and shiver in delight from the other boy's words, his lips once again covering Scorpius' lovingly. In the back of his mind, he cursed the fact that they weren't allowed to use magic while they were outside of school, because more than anything he wanted to charm the room silent so Scorpius could moan freely. Despite the blonde boy's stand-offish and collected demeanor, Scorpius Malfoy was noisy as fuck in the bedroom. To the point of where Albus felt like half of their fooling around was him shushing the other Slytherin to be silent. Like tonight.

It was the first time they had screwed around somewhere besides their dorm, this new development in their friendship still fresh as it had only been a couple months since they first kissed. Albus, usually the bolder one, slipped his hand around both of their throbbing erections and tugged desperately; too impatient in his horny youth to take his time and relish in the torment of foreplay.

"Suck on my neck so you won't scream," Albus hissed against Scorpius' lips, pulling on their cocks harder in warning as an intense groan of pleasure threatened to leave Scorp's parted mouth.

The blonde did as instructed, biting down onto Al's neck and sucking viciously, soft moans dying into the boy's tan flesh as both males bucked their hips in need; the feel of their cocks rubbing together smoothly with Al's hand directing sent intense shivers, stabbing their guts without mercy.

"God, Scorpius, I'm going to come already."

"Me too."

Al bit into the pale boy's shoulder hard as he felt his stomach tighten and then relax, hot semen squirting over his hand and abdomen. Quickly after, he felt more hot liquid mingle with his own while the blonde boy arched his back beautifully and silently screamed, his mouth opened wide in ecstasy and his eyes squeezed shut almost painfully. Albus continued to milk them both until they were soft, bringing his lips to kiss Scorp's exposed throat sweetly before whispering, "You look utterly sinful when you come. It just isn't fair."

Scorpius brought his head back down to level with Al's as he chuckled breathlessly in response, the blush painted on his cheeks like two smashed cherries not going unnoticed. The green-eyed boy kissed each reddened cheek before reaching behind him for his shirt to wipe off the sticky evidence. But when Al made a move to clean his wet hand, Scorpius made a noise of protest and brought the fingers up to his mouth, sucking tenderly as grey eyes teased. He dragged his tongue slowly up one digit before taking it into his mouth once more, forcing Al's cock to twitch to life again.

"Merlin, if you keep this up, I'm going to be hard again," Albus warned softly, his green eyes darkened with mesmerized lust.

"That's the plan..."

Without realizing what he was doing, Al's hand was down his pants and wrapped around his throbbing member as he pulled swiftly. He was so caught up in the memory, he wasn't aware of his audience or the dip in the mattress beside him. It wasn't until a larger hand pushed his own away and wrapped around his leaking cock that he finally snapped back to his present reality. A part of him wanted to push Skylar's hand away but he was so close to release so he selfishly allowed his boyfriend to continue, his hips bucking up into the soft hand willingly. His eyes, however, remained closed for fear of ruining the memory that kept replaying in his head.

"Come for me, baby," Skylar's husky voice broke his thoughts, but Al forced himself to mentally push the voice away, imagining how the blonde in his memory sounded instead.

It wasn't until the image of Scorpius' face contorted in ecstasy flashed across his mind that Albus allowed himself to lose it, covering his face with a pillow as he moaned out his release. Once his heart had calmed its erratic beating and he felt Skylar 'scourgify' himself and Al's pants, the dark-haired boy finally dared to open his eyes and look at his beloved boyfriend, his dream shattering like a porcelain.

"Nostalgic wanking?" Skylar teased in amusement as he looked down at Albus, a lopsided grin gracing his features.

"Something like that," Al conceded softly, suddenly annoyed with the fact that Skylar was in his old room, even though he knew he shouldn't be, "Come on. Mum will be wondering where we are."

The green-eyed boy sat up quickly and gave Skylar a chaste kiss on the lips before grabbing his hand and leading him out of the room, shutting the door behind him along with the memory of rumbled sheets and forbidden moans of long ago.

A/N: Alright! Gotta love fucked up relationships! ;) And no worries, that was only the beginning of Scorpius' reaction. Please review! Muah!