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Shiver

Chapter II

Warning: Um, self-satisfaction scene… ^.^'


Every time we lie awake

After every hit we take

Every feeling that I get

But I haven't missed you yet

.

Every roommate kept awake

By every sigh and scream we make

All the feelings that I get

But I still don't miss you yet

.

Only when I stop to think about it

.

I hate everything about you

Why do I love you?

I hate everything about you

Why do I love you?

[I hate everything about you-Three Days Grace]


Albus looked around hastily. He saw a shadow disappear on his right. He quickly followed it, and after the turn of the corridor, he saw a slender silhouette walking in front of him. His heart started beating faster.

"Malfoy!"

The blond boy froze. "Potter?" he asked before turning to look at him.

Albus stood there, stupidly staring at the other boy for a few seconds. All his determination had flown away. Malfoy gave him a questioning look but then smirked mischievously.

"Are you lost, Potty?"

Rage suddenly overwhelmed Albus. "What was that for?" he shouted.

"What was what?"

"You know very well what I'm talking about, Malfoy!"

"No, I don't. Be clearer, Potter." Malfoy said so calmly that Albus wanted to punch him.

The dark-haired boy clenched his fists. "Stay away from my cousin!"

The Slytherin tilted his head to the side. "Oh, so that's what you're talking about…"

"You're doing it on purpose, aren't you? It could have been anyone, but you chose her on purpose!"

"I don't get what you're trying to imply. It's none of my fault if I happen to have a better taste in girls than you." Malfoy replied coolly.

"Stop playing dumb! You like hurting me! And I can't understand why! What have I done to you?" Albus cried.

"And you stop being so full of yourself! What I do in my life has nothing to do with you!" Malfoy snarled back, losing his cool.

The Slytherin's last words felt like a stab in Albus' heart. But he was sure that Malfoy's interest in Rose wasn't a coincidence...

"Bullshit! I know what you're trying to do, Malfoy…"

"Enough! What do I need to say to make the thick head of yours understand that it has nothing to do with you?"

Albus opened his mouth and then closed it again, unable to find something to answer back.

"That's right, Potter; keep your mouth shut, it makes you look less stupid. Now, if you'll excuse me, unlike some people, I don't have much time to waste at my disposal." Malfoy declared before walking away, leaving Albus hurt and lost.


Albus burst in the dormitory, looking furious, proving Henri that he had been right. Henri had left the library a few moments after Albus' departure, knowing that his friend would need some support when he would get back. Said friend fell on his bed and buried his face in a pillow. Henri waited patiently, as he was used to do, for Albus to calm down. Eventually, Albus' head rose up, brows furrowed.

"He really hates me." Albus whispered, still not looking at him, though Henri knew he was expecting an answer.

"Well, you hate him too, don't you?" Henri asked.

"Yeah, I do, but… I don't always try to hurt him…" the dark-haired boy said, finally looking at his friend.

Henri thought carefully before speaking. It was a… sensitive subject. "What did he tell you?"

"He told me that what he did had nothing to do with me. But he's lying, right? He wants to hurt me, doesn't he, Henri?"

The tone of Albus' voice made Henri feel a sudden wave of pity. He had to remain rational though. "Why would it hurt you if he dated Rose?" he asked.

Albus looked away, thoughtful. "Well, if he dates Rose, he'd certainly hurt her since he's a jerk, which would indirectly hurt me."

"Mmhm." was all Henri said.

"Why? Would you be okay with it?"

"No. No, of course not." Henri answered quickly.

"Of course not. You like her." Albus said in a matter-of-fact way.

"What?" Henri squeaked, his entire face turning red.

Albus shrugged. "I know you do." he said simply. "I guessed ages ago." Albus added when he saw Henri's questioning look.

After a short silence, Henri asked: "Does it bother you?" There was no point in denying it anyway…

"No, it doesn't bother me at all. You're a nice guy." Albus explained with a smile.

"Are you sure?" Henri persisted.

"Yeah, it's not as if you liked my brother or something."

"Huh? What would be the difference in that case?" Henri asked, surprised.

"You're both boys. You shouldn't… It's just… wrong." Albus replied in a serious tone.

Henri was completely taken aback. "Albus, I… I didn't know you thought that way…"

Albus shrugged again. "Well, I do."

Oh, Albus, stop trying to convince yourself with lies…

"There's nothing wrong with it…" Henri said hesitantly.

"Yes, there is! It shouldn't happen!" Albus exclaimed angrily.

Henri didn't answer. He didn't know at all what to say. If Albus wasn't ready to admit it, then he surely wouldn't be the one to force him to come out. The dark-haired boy sighed in an exasperated manner and buried his face into his pillow again.


I have to stop thinking about him. I have to stop.

Albus! Control yourself damn it!

Albus glared at the dark ceiling. He was trying his best to get Malfoy out of his mind but it turned out harder than expected — in many ways.

Ugh, it's useless.

Albus turned on his belly with a sudden move, cursing himself. He pressed his hot cheek against the cool pillow and moaned lightly. He waggled his hips slightly, then arched his back, bringing his knees a little closer to his torso, pushing his pelvis upwards. Albus slid his right hand in his shorts and shut his eyes tightly. The image of a naked blond boy immediately popped up in his mind. And it wasn't a figment of his imagination... He had really seen Malfoy with no clothes on.

At the beginning of this year, when James had handed him the invisibility cloak, the first thing he had done was to hurriedly go to the Slytherin Quidditch locker room. And it had definitely been worth it.

Albus swallowed hard. He imagined Scor-, erm, Malfoy running a finger down his spine, only the thought of it making him shiver. He stroked himself with more pressure, his free hand strongly gripping the bed sheets.

More, ordered the little voice in his head. Albus started licking the fingers of his left hand and then sucking on them, letting his fantasies take over him. His whole body quivered eagerly. Albus lowered his hand and slowly pressed a finger inside of him. He bit his pillow to restrain a groan, ignoring the little voice that was screaming that that small intrusion wasn't enough. Albus soon added another finger, rubbing his body against the mattress, making muffled noises, picturing Malfoy on top of him.

After he came, Albus turned to lie on his back, panting heavily.

"Scorpius…" he breathed.

And then, horrified, he covered his mouth with his hand, hoping that no one had heard him.


Scorpius lay awake in the darkness of the night, eyes wide open. His plan could have gone better, but at least Potter had reacted as expected. He had thought the other boy would have gotten angrier though… He would do better next time. Potter was so predictable and easily manipulated…


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