Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Albus Potter/Scorpius Malfoy
Summary: Everyone was amazed when Albus Potter was sorted into Slytherin House, but no less amazing was the effect on Hogwarts and the House itself. No longer reviled, and now popular, times had certainly changed for Slytherin House. But not for Scorpius Malfoy...
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter world is not mine, but it's sure fun playing in it.
Warnings: This will eventually be NC17 rated so graphic descriptions of m/m sex. Bullying. Mild violence.
Author's Note: I've never written one of these angst-filled, Cinderella, hurt/comfort type of things so I thought I'd see if I could. This is the result. It's also the first story that I've written for a long time that has dual pov, but it seemed appropriate.
Albus Potter and the Slytherin Fairy Princess - Chapter 6
The next couple of weeks flew by for Albus Potter. As well as a heap of assignments, Quidditch practice had now started in earnest as the team began to prepare for the first match against Gryffindor in November. He hadn't said anything to Simon but Albus was determined to win - it would be his last opportunity to win a game against his brother at Hogwarts, and this was the year he was finally going to do it.
But even though he was so busy, Albus was enjoying it. The dynamic of his group of friends had changed with the inclusion of Scorpius and Peony, for one thing Rose was spending more time with them, which Albus liked, even if it was because she had started a relationship with one of his friends. When Albus had told Adrian and Michael to get girlfriends he hadn't expected one of those girlfriends to be his cousin, but he was learning to live with it.
At first he was sort of surprised at how quickly Rose and Michael, and even Adrian, had become close to Scorpius Malfoy but after spending some time with him, Albus had found himself liking Scorpius a lot, and he was glad they were now friends. Scorpius had been rather shy and quiet with them at first, sort of tentative, almost as if he couldn't quite believe he was talking to them, but eventually he had loosened up and had revealed a biting sense of humour. He also seemed kind and thoughtful. Albus had noticed how much Scorpius had been helping Adrian with improving his rather abysmal marks in Ancient Runes, and once when Michael had forgotten to bring his Quidditch gear to practice after a date with Rose, and Albus had been about to bite his head off, Scorpius had suddenly turned up with Michael's bag in his hand.
So, all in all, it had all turned out rather well, Albus thought, and the only disappointing thing about it was that Simon didn't seem to be able to be comfortable with Scorpius. He didn't say anything but Albus could sense his tension whenever Scorpius was near them, not that Scorpius was much - he tended to stay with the others.
Halloween was drawing near and this was another source of excitement for this year, now that they were sixth years, as well as the usual costumed feast they would be able to attend the senior student's dance that was held afterwards. There was a lot of veiled talk about costumes going on, nobody wanted to reveal their choices beforehand but everybody still wanted to gossip about it.
Albus wasn't worried about costumes for he and Simon had already decided to go as vampires. It wasn't particularly original, he knew, but they'd both wanted something simple that wouldn't be too uncomfortable for the dance and, he smiled to himself as he thought about it, it was very appropriate because they both had a thing for necks… and biting.
"What's with the wicked smile, Al? What are you thinking about?" Simon whispered in his ear as they finished dinner, and Albus shivered.
"Just thinking about our costumes for Halloween," Albus answered, his smile widening.
"Oh?" Simon asked.
"Hmmm," Albus replied, and he leaned into Simon's side and ran a hand over his thigh under the table. "Want to go somewhere and practice our biting technique? We want to be perfect if we're going to be successful vampires."
Simon laughed softly. "Meet you upstairs?"
Albus trailed his fingers over the mark he'd raised on Simon's throat and wrapped his legs around Simon's hips, moving against his thrusts forcefully.
"Come on, Si, let go," he whispered, and slid his hand down Simon's back and over the flexing muscles of his rear. He pushed one finger against Simon's entrance and Simon moaned.
"The minute you do, you know where I'll be going," he continued as he pressed the finger inside.
And he knew Simon would be ready for him for they had done it like this quite a few times. As much as Albus enjoyed the sensation of being filled he rarely found his release from it and he loved having Simon when he was mellowed out from his own orgasm and Albus could pretty much do anything he wanted with him. And Simon was greedy for pleasure, Albus thought fondly, so if he got to come twice he'd let Albus have his way.
"Merlin, Al, you're so fucking hot," Simon whispered breathlessly and then bent his head, sucking his own mark onto Al's throat.
Albus arched up against Simon, deliberately tightening around him, and that was all it took, Simon shuddered against him, groaned, and his hips stilled. Albus waited a few moments as Simon's breathing grew less laboured and then he pressed a kiss to his lips.
"Ready?" he whispered, and Simon nodded, pulling away slowly.
Albus got down from the desk he'd been lying on and dragged Simon over to the blanket on the floor, and pushed him down onto it, tucking a pillow under his hips.
Simon moaned appreciatively, slightly muffled by the blanket, and Albus grinned for he knew that this was one of Simon's favourite positions. He quickly stretched Simon with a couple of lubed fingers, but he didn't need much before he was telling Albus to hurry up, and so Albus draped himself over Simon's back and pushed inside.
"Yesss," Simon hissed. "Fuck, I love how big you are, Al."
Albus smiled, speeding up his thrusts, pushing harder and deeper. "Yeah, and I love how tight you are."
Simon laughed, the movement rippling through his body and creating exquisite sensations for Albus.
"Do that again and this will be over too soon," Albus said, pressing a kiss to Simon's shoulder, and then they fell into a beautiful rhythm, punctuated with soft moans and harsh gasps.
Albus was sucking on Simon's earlobe when he whispered, "I need to come, Al," and Albus clasped Simon's hip, pulled him up onto his knees and started stroking his erection.
A moment later Simon tightened around Albus' own erection as he erupted into Albus' hand and Albus' plunged deep with one last blissful thrust and came.
They collapsed onto the blanket together, both struggling for breath.
After a few peaceful moments, Simon sighed and sat up. "It's getting late," he said, pulling Albus into a quick kiss. "As much as I'd like to stay here with you, I've got an early Quidditch practice tomorrow."
"Oh?" said Albus, smiling slowly. "James is that worried, is he?"
Simon laughed and tapped Albus on the nose. "Don't even try to draw me out, Albus Potter. We are not talking about Quidditch."
They both stood and slowly started to get dressed and it was when Simon was putting on his shoes that he looked up at Albus with a smile.
"So, I was talking to Adrian and Michael," he said. "And we had this idea of making it a date day for Hogsmeade this weekend."
Albus frowned, puzzled. "What does that mean?"
"Like a sort of group date thing," Simon replied, shrugging. "You know, Rose and Michael, Adrian and Peony, you and I. We go for the day to Hogsmeade together."
Albus turned away, looking for his other shoe, but also fighting a rising sense of irritation.
"And what about Scorpius?" he asked quietly.
"Scorpius isn't part of a couple, Albus," Simon answered. "I'm sure he'll understand."
Albus frowned. He didn't like the idea of deliberately excluding Scorpius like this but he couldn't think of any argument to make against it, particularly as Adrian and Michael had already agreed to it. He felt a bit disappointed with them; he'd really thought that they had become firm friends with Scorpius.
Eventually he simply shrugged an agreement, and Simon pressed a kiss to his mouth and quickly left, waving as he disappeared through the door.
"Rose and I had no idea, Scorpius, really," Peony said, and Albus could see how earnest she looked.
He couldn't see Scorpius' face but he did see him shake his head. "Honestly, Peony, don't worry about it," he said, quietly. "It really doesn't matter. I've got some stuff to catch up on anyway."
They were all in the library together and Albus had noticed that Peony had looked upset, and he'd watched as she'd tapped Scorpius on the arm and then led him into the shelves. Albus had got up as well and, on the pretext of needing a book, had followed them and settled in to do something he very rarely did. Eavesdrop.
"I don't know whose idea this was," Peony said. "Adrian says that if we were going to do a date thing he'd have rather we'd just done it alone, and don't look at me like that. I didn't mean that the way it sounded."
She was blushing, but also trying not to laugh, and Albus wished that he could see the expression on Scorpius' face that had caused the reaction. Still, what she had said was interesting because it told Albus that this 'date thing' hadn't been a mutual idea between Adrian and Simon, and he suspected it hadn't been mutual for Michael either.
The irritation that he'd felt with Simon a couple of days ago rose again. Why couldn't Simon just make the effort to get to know Scorpius? If he did, surely he would see how wrong he'd been with his strange prejudice against him.
"Look, I understand Peony, really I do," Scorpius assured her.
"Maybe you can find someone by Saturday," Peony said, and Albus could see she was grinning.
Scorpius laughed but it sounded slightly bitter, and the grin slipped off Peony's face.
"I know you must be lonely, Scorp," she said quietly. "Don't you want to find someone?"
There was a moment of silence and then Albus saw Scorpius shrug. "You know how I feel," he said so quietly that Albus almost missed it.
Peony frowned. "You have to let it go sometime, Scorpius. It's not going to happen."
"I know that," Scorpius replied, sounding annoyed and Peony reached out and took his hand. When Scorpius spoke again his voice was normal, "but even if it was that easy, there's no one who's interested in me. Not in a Malfoy."
Albus frowned at the resignation in Scorpius' voice, as he watched the other two slowly walk away. Peony was whispering in Scorpius' ear, but he simply shook his head and then pulled her back to the table where the others were all studying.
Briefly he wondered who it was that Scorpius was interested in, for that had certainly sounded like they were talking about an unrequited crush, one that Scorpius had obviously given up on; but aside from that Albus couldn't believe that Scorpius thought no one would be interested in him, regardless of whether he was a Malfoy or not.
For, Albus had to acknowledge as he moved closer to their table and let his eyes drift over the other boy, Scorpius was attractive. He was certainly cute with the shorter hair, and his eyes were expressive and really quite beautiful, and his graceful slenderness gave him a certain sort of elegance that was actually very appealing.
And Albus was certain that he couldn't be the only person who had noticed it. Of course, there weren't that many gay guys at Hogwarts and some of them had already gotten together like he and Simon. But there was a Hufflepuff 7th year that Albus knew was single, a couple of 5th year Ravenclaws and another 7th year in Gryffindor. Any of the others were in the lower years and were really too young to be considered.
So, that didn't really leave many to choose from, Albus reflected, and it also probably meant that whoever it was that Scorpius fancied was probably already taken and that was why he had given up on it. And bloody hell, he really hoped it wasn't Simon, because that would be just way too awkward, what with Simon's dislike of Scorpius.
Albus shook his head in wry amusement and decided that he was being ridiculous, for Scorpius had certainly shown no interest in Simon's company. If anything he actively avoided him as if he sensed that Simon wasn't happy about his presence, Albus noted, with another brief flicker of irritation.
Still, the object of Scorpius' crush aside, who out of the single guys at Hogwarts would be good as a boyfriend for Scorpius, Albus wondered, frowning thoughtfully. That Hufflepuff 7th year, Shane something, he was sort of good-looking but James had once said that he had to be one of the most boring people on earth. The Ravenclaws would probably be more interesting but one of them had a squint and big ears, and the other tended to wear very strange clothing when he wasn't in uniform, all clashing colours like lime green, orange and pink, and Scorpius tended to be rather stylish with his clothing.
That left the 7th year Gyffindor, Fabian Smith, and Albus momentarily wondered if he should ask James about him, before quickly dismissing it as a bad idea. Fabian had a bit of a reputation for being pretty wild, and there seemed to be a certain sort of innocence about Scorpius that probably shouldn't be messed with when he was still in a fairly vulnerable state. Merlin, Teddy would kill Albus if he got Scorpius involved with someone like Fabian.
So, that left… no one, and Albus sighed, but the next moment he almost levitated to the library ceiling as a heavy hand landed on his shoulder.
"Distracted again, Albus," Michael said, his voice full of amusement and Albus turned to him with a glare. "You won't finish that Defence essay staring into space, you know."
Albus huffed and rolled his eyes but followed Michael back to their table.
The next morning his father's owl delivered a package to Albus that he immediately guessed contained the framed picture that he had promised he would get for Scorpius.
Albus glanced around the table and pushed the package into his bag, deciding that it would be really much better to give it to Scorpius when they were alone. The day went by quickly and it wasn't until late evening that Albus got the chance, when he entered the Slytherin dorm to find it empty except for Scorpius, who was rummaging in his trunk.
"Oh, hey Scorp," Albus said, smiling as Scorpius looked up. "I've got something for you."
He took the parcel out of his bag and held it out. Scorpius rose to his feet, brushing off his knees, and took the parcel gingerly. Then he must have realised what it was for a smile crossed his face and his eyes shone. A moment later he had unwrapped the parcel and was holding the picture in his hand, gazing down at it.
Albus moved closer, looking over Scorpius' shoulder at the picture, resting his hand on Scorpius' waist. "Yeah, that looks much better than it did in the Prophet," he said.
Scorpius nodded and stepped away, placing the picture on the small night table beside his bed, and Albus followed him, sliding his arms around Scorpius' waist in what he hoped was a comforting hug.
Scorpius seemed tense though, and he pulled away. With a sigh, Albus let him go.
"Are you all right?" he asked, softly.
Scorpius nodded as he turned to face Albus, his usually pale face flushing. "Yes, it's just… I really do thank you, Al," he said and held out his hand.
Albus grinned at the formal gesture, but it was at that moment that he noticed that Scorpius wasn't really meeting his eyes, and the flush on his face was turning into a full-on blush. His breath caught in his throat as he recognised that look, but he stifled his surprise and quickly shook Scorpius' hand.
"It was a pleasure," he said, his eyes searching Scorpius' face.
Scorpius finally looked at Albus, his blush deepening as he smiled, and then he was moving, quickly disappearing into the bathroom, and Albus took a deep breath.
And really he wondered how he could have been so dense as to miss the fact that the person for whom Scorpius had an unrequited crush was obviously… Albus himself.
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