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And now, the chapter you've all been waiting for... Al gets into some naughty fun! ;)

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A few days later, Al was straightening-up the Divination Tower – a task set him to meet his pledge requirements by Professor Trelawney, whose advanced age and physical frailty was beginning to show in her waning magical ability. The simplest of cleaning tasks now seemed beyond the witch's skill, and Al feared it only a matter of time before the notice came from the Headmistress that there would be a new instructor calling this Tower his or her domain.

He was just tidying up a pile of pillows that the students lounged upon during lessons when he heard the trap door to the Tower shut. Thinking that odd, he wondered if the sound signalled that Peeves was up to his usual mischief. Stepping down the amphitheatre-styled rows to check, he stopped short at the bottom to find Malfoy standing on top of the closed door in the floor.

"W-why are you here?" he asked, feeling his heart skip around under his ribs. "Isn't Violet missing you… or something like that?"

Scorpius arched a brow at that. "Why should she? It's not like we're dating."

Al threw him a doubtful expression. "Really? With all the snogging you two do, you'd think you were permanently attached at the lips." His jealousy was starting to show, he knew, but for some reason, Al couldn't seem to get a muzzle on his mouth. Something had shifted in his consciousness over the last week, and now he was beginning to feel the need for that confrontation Jamie had encouraged. Maybe it was time for him and Scorpius to have it all out.

"Vi's good for a laugh and a little practice, but it's not me she's after," Malfoy nonchalantly stated, shoving one hand into a trouser pocket. "She's trying to make someone else jealous. That isn't working out too well for her, though, because he doesn't play those kinds of games."

Not dating? Well, that changed things… a bit. Still, Al was cautious. "You never answered why you're here. What do you want?"

Scorpius' sudden irritation lit him up like a Christmas tree; scarlet and shades of blue combined to create an aura that tinted his champagne-coloured hair a pale shade of lavender. "I want you to stop sniffing after Macmillan."

Al frowned, his gaze shifting to Malfoy's tie, narrowing in on the fancy cameo-styled pin attached there. "Look, I'm not trying to persuade Mac to put in a good word with me with the Skulls, if that's what you're on about."

Tsking in annoyance, Scor strode forward with a bold step. "That's not the kind of sniffing I'm talking about… Albus."

Oh, he didn't mean brown-nosing, but the other kind of sniffing.

Heat climbed up Al's face. He reacted not only at the way his given name rolled off of his crush's elegant tongue, but also for appearing so thick-witted. Normally, he was a sharper tack than that. "I'm not after Malcolm in that way."

The blond sniffed and his lips curled up into a bitter smirk. "Really? You're always touching each other. Looks to everyone like you've shagged. If you haven't, then you want to." He crossed his arms. "Deny it, I dare you."

"Why do you care who I want to shag?" Albus countered. "You made it clear you weren't interested in anything more when you walked away that night you cornered me."

Scorpius dropped his arms and sneered. "I wasn't the one who chickened out."

Yeah, they were going to have it out.

Al felt his cheeks burn and his temper flare. He hadn't been this mad since… well, in a really long time. Maybe it was about time he cut loose. "You wanted to fuck in the middle of the hallway! My first time against a wall? I don't think so! What the bloody hell were you thinking, Malfoy?"

"Virgin, my arse! Bet you're secretly Macmillan's broom!"

"You jealous arsehole," Al hissed. "I'm not like that and you know it!"

Scorpius barked a laugh, but it lacked the acrid bite it normally would have had, Al noticed. "Jealous? Me? No, I don't think so."

That didn't sound very convincing, especially when Malfoy's voice broke there at the end.

Staring into the wintry depths of his opponent's eyes, Albus instinctively knew what Scorpius was getting worse at hiding: that there was something deeper between them on his side than what he'd let on. The guy wanted more than just sex from him – that much was obvious now.

That revelation cooled a bit of Al's temper, and put him back in a position of offense, rather than defense. "You're lying, Scorpius," he disputed, feeling much calmer now that he knew he had the upper hand. "I saw your face that day outside the greenhouse. You were upset that Malcolm was touching me then. Hell, you're always upset whenever he touches me. Like that day in Potions class a few weeks ago, and all those times in the dining hall, and in the corridors when he and I are walking to class. Don't think I haven't noticed."

He shoved his hands in his pockets and sauntered right up to Slytherin's Prince, antagonizing him by tossing out a grin that attempted to mimic Jamie's most arrogant expression. "Sooooo…. how long have you been in love with me? Start of this year? Sixth? Or does it go back further?"

Malfoy glared at him.

Weeks and months and years of repressing his feelings had finally come to a head in Al's mind. Maybe it had been seeing Scorpius' reaction to the accusation of jealousy, or that heartening talk with his brother, or hearing Malcolm's confession of his feelings for him, or respecting Hugo for having the bravery to take such a risky chance his first time. Perhaps it had even been the words of encouragement from Professor Longbottom to do as he wished, without fear.

It was mostly likely a combination of all of it.

Whatever the catalyst, Al felt a burst of bravery, fuelled by a clawing desperation to finally, finally stop hiding the person he really was. He was coming out… and he was going to do it strong, like Jamie had encouraged.

Stepping around his love interest, circling him like a shark, Albus gave the heat of his attraction for Scorpius its freedom. "Did you really think Mac and I were sleeping together?"

Scorpius dropped his arms and clenched his fists, but kept his eyes insistently forward, staring off into the distance.

"Did you imagine him and me kissing? Touching each other?"

The aura around his love interest began to simmer with real, heated anger.

Albus decided to push, wanting to see where this line of questioning would lead. Their antagonism had been a living, breathing thing for so many years, and now he was beginning to understand exactly why that was. He wanted Malfoy to admit it, though – to accept it.

"Did you wonder what I was like in his bed? Or was it your bed where you pictured me?" he murmured the question, stepping closer and lowering his tone so that his words were sugar-coated in sultriness. In another calculated move, he 'accidentally' brought his taut erection into contact with the back of his companion's hand by turning ever so slightly to the side.

Arousal bloomed across Scor's pale cheeks, dusking them. His jaw tightened, and the muscle underneath gave an involuntary twitch. "Potter, keep it up and I will fuck you," he growled in warning, turning his head and looking down so they were practically nose-to-nose, "and then I'll drop you flat on that pretty, little arse I just rode."

Undaunted by what he knew was an empty threat Al refused to back down this time. Their rendezvous a few weeks ago had been a random act of circumstance; their paths had unexpectedly crossed at the same moment and there had been no pre-planning involved. This time, though, Malfoy had come to him – had sought him out purposefully to warn him off of another man - and that told Al more than anything else Scorpius had said or done to date.

He slowly rubbed his erection up the back of the other man's hand, and leaned his mouth so close that their lips buzzed against each other. Staring him in the eye, he gave the object of his infatuation a naughty, knowing smile, channelling the seductive grace that he'd watched Malcolm turn on his cousin that one evening not so long ago.

"I don't think it would be that easy for you. If I was only a simple conquest – a one-off waiting to happen - then why do you flare with jealousy every time I so much as mention Malcolm's name? Why did you come all the way up here to warn me off him? It's a long trip from the dungeon to get up here. What, were you just passing by - thought you'd drop in? How did you know I'd be here if you weren't stalking me? Well, Scorpius?"

Malfoy took a deep, shuddering breath, and let it out slowly as he turned his head and closed the distance between their lips to kiss him with a gentle pull of skin and the touch of a warm, wet tongue. His knuckles rubbed over Al's arousal. "Sometimes, I really hate you," he murmured, as his lashes fanned downwards and he closed his eyes, deepening the kiss.

Al felt the lie upon the other man's aura. He knew in that moment and by the desperate need pulsing in the spirit that reached out to him, that his feelings were returned in spades by his long-time crush. He also knew that the feelings terrified Scorpius.

"Goes both ways," he whispered as he kissed him with his heart in his mouth, his stomach flipping with excitement. He reached out and held tight to Malfoy's hip as he continued to stroke his erection against the back of his hand.

Unlike the other week, their kissing this time was cautious in its passion, testing the boundaries – Al because he was still relatively inexperienced and afraid of fumbling, and Scor because he was scared of admitting to wanting more than just sex with a guy. This he instinctively knew; he could taste it on the other man's breath, and in the way he withheld just enough to keep things from flaring out of control between them. It was one thing to fuck, another to make love, and they both knew it.

"If we do this – have sex," his tentative lover warned, "it can only happen once. I can't… This can't…"

Al pulled his mouth away, brushed his lips over the curve of Scorpius' throat, even as his fingers crept lower, caressing over the man's waist, down over his hip. He traced a pattern on his inner thigh, making Malfoy's breath hitch. "Then I guess we can't go all the way quite yet," he sighed, reaching for Scorpius' zip and pulling it down with trembling fingers. "There are plenty of other things we can do, though, to make up for that."

His hand slipped through the narrow opening and gripped the hard shaft that waited for him on the other side. He gave the thick erection a hard stroke, making Scorpius gasp and tilt his head back.

Taking the reaction as permission, he dropped to his knees and hurriedly undid Malfoy's belt. Heart racing, palms sweating, terrified of what he was about to attempt with absolutely no practice (just a really well-honed imagination) he unbuttoned the man's slacks, and then hooked his fingers into both trousers and pants, pulling them down with a hard yank, desperate to do whatever it took to try to bind Malfoy to him.

His mouth went dry at the sight that presented itself.

Al had seen his share of dick over the years; he'd showered with the other guys in the Hufflepuff communal men's bath every morning, and he knew what most of the men in his family looked like, too. Nudity wasn't something he was completely comfortable with, but he'd learned over the years the correct social cues to deal with it when presented: you didn't stare, you dropped your eyes away, but you noted in a quick glance before turning away the sizes of the other penises to compare where yours stood. Al was only a little over six inches, but he was a bit thicker than normal. He was uncut, unshaven, but he did groom so he was neat down there.

Scorpius' cock was… beautiful. Long and of a solid girth, it jutted out from a nest of golden-blond, tightly-curled hair. Fully erect at around seven and a half inches and straining, it angled right for Al's mouth, as if desperate to feel his lips upon it. The tight sac underneath was a good size, too, and filled to bursting, just waiting for release. The hood of his foreskin was pulled back and tight, presenting an engorged, dark pink tip that wept a pearly-white fluid that Al was desperate to taste.

Gripping the thick stalk in his hand, he gave it a firm stroke from tip to base as he knew he liked whenever he wanked, smearing the pre-come all along its length to slicken it up. Malfoy moaned, and rolled his shirt up a bit so he could get an unimpeded view.

Albus glanced up at him as he leaned forward and rubbed his lips across the wide crown, moistening them with Malfoy's seeping fluid. "We could do this instead," he murmured, letting his tongue dart out and give a quick lick. "You could teach me how to please you. Will you drop me after, though?"

Malfoy licked his lips, and his cheeks went rosy. "Depends on how good you are at it."

Swallowing back a bout of nerves, Al shot Scor a tremulous smile. "For you, I'll give it my all."

Opening his mouth, he leaned in and enveloped the wide crest of Scorpius' cock in one go, letting it stretch his lips, tasting the salty residue around it with a greedy lick. He gave a small suck and pulled off, getting used to the texture and taste. Scorpius groaned. His thighs shuddered.

"Again?" Albus asked, wanting the wizard towering above him to admit he wanted this. "Or shall I stop?"

A dark gleam entered Malfoy's hungry eyes. "Don't stop."

Dipping his mouth downward, Al took several inches into his mouth in a single go, letting his tongue lash the sensitive underside. He didn't know what he was doing, but he recalled what he'd seen of Malcolm pleasuring Hugo, and extrapolating from his own fantasies, he tried to quickly learn the art of oral pleasuring.

Apparently, he wasn't that bad at it, as within moments, Malfoy began losing control. "Oh, fuck…" the blond Slytherin gasped in unparalleled pleasure, rocking his hips forward, "That's it. Take me as deep as you can."

Al dropped lower, trying to relax his jaw, and to figure out what to do with his tongue so he wouldn't gag. His lips caressed around the head as he pulled back, and he suckled each inch of hot, male flesh that he could as he dropped back down. One hand glided along with him, while the other reached up to cup and roll the buttery soft sac that hung before him.

The rhythm he set was intentionally slow, his touch and technique thorough and worshipping. Malfoy would never forget this moment, he was determined. No matter what came next, he would always know that the best blow of his life had come from Albus Potter.

The thick shaft overwhelmed his mouth as he stretched to accommodate the width. The muscles all up and down its substantial length flexed against the roof of his mouth. A rich, salty-earth taste coated his tongue as he coaxed pre-seminal fluid from the weeping tip with a tight swallow. Lightly, he tickled that tiny bit of skin between Scorpius' bollocks and his back entrance that Al always found to be a pleasure spot. Fingers gripped his hair with a tight hold, pulling just a bit.

"Gods… fucking amazing!"

Al chanced a glance upward. Malfoy was fast losing all control. His gaze was greedy, his expression desperate. Beads of moisture dotted his upper lip. His aura was blazing, like the sun.

"Let go, Potter. Let me have your mouth." He exhaled sharply as Al dropped low on him again. "Let me fuck that mouth of yours so I can come!"

Shaking his head, Al denied him, drawing off. "No." He licked around the crown again in a leisurely fashion. "You're not going to-"

Lick. Suck.

"-think of me as just some-"

Nip. Lick.

"-hole to fill."

He swirled his lips around the glans, very gently pressing his teeth into the tender skin. Malfoy gasped. Their eyes met, even as Al's tongue darted out to lash tiny licks at the same spot to soothe it.

Feeling a resolve in his chest that he'd never experienced before, Al decided then and there to go for broke.

"I don't know for certain if you've ever done this with a man before or if you ever will again," he said as he dipped lower to lick down the shaft, "but mark my words, Scorpius: I won't make this easy for you. I'm not going to be one of your forgettable conquests." He sucked at the base as his fingers stroked over the head. "This is going to mean more than just a fast blow from some random bloke. It's going to… no, I'm going to stick with you." Lapping with slick care over his lover's bollocks, his hand continued a gentle glide up and down the straining shaft. "No matter what happens after tonight, every time someone else does this to you, you're going to remember me instead, on my knees, loving your cock."

He peeked upwards again to see Malfoy's reaction to his arrogant boast.

To his surprise, his lover's brows were tightened in consternation, and his face was a mask of pain. "I know that." He closed his eyes and sounded so desolate when he cried out, "I fucking know that, Albus!"

He shoved his hips hard, letting his wet flesh slide through the tight grip of Al's hand. "Just…" He clenched his jaw and threw his head back, his medium-length, platinum hair creating a shaggy halo around his head. "Please… please!"

Al felt the sorrow and the reckless need in his lover's aura. Instead of dampening his mood, though, it merely encouraged him to try harder – to give Scorpius a taste of something that he'd clearly wanted for a long time. Maybe it would even be enough to change his defeatist attitude where they were concerned.

His lips parted again, taking the velvety head between them in a shallow stroke. Malfoy thrust in and out, his need for release a relentless fire now. His strangled groans were torn from his throat as Al sucked him hard, letting his mouth enclose in a tight grip around him on every forward surge. He whimpered because going so deep hurt him a bit, but he endured and thankfully managed not to gag.

Closing his eyes, he let his tongue stroke over the heated, thick flesh, and dug his nails into Scor's thighs. He hummed around the cock fucking his mouth, betting that the added vibration would increase the pleasure.

He'd guessed right.

With a loud groan, Malfoy's hands tangled up in Al's thick hair, tightening as the rhythm of the man's driving hips increased. He could taste the flowing pre-come begin to change in consistency, thickening, becoming creamier, the taste even richer than before. His lover's scent filled his nose, and despite the bit of roughness in his thrusts, his hands caressed him with care.

And the feel of Scor's aura… Gods, such sexual hunger! It raged through him, racing and heating his blood. Never had Al felt such passionate need from another person!

He wanted so much for this to matter beyond just the moment. He wanted to do this again tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that. He wanted the chance to someday be able to freely speak aloud those three, little words that had lingered on the tip of his tongue every time he so much as glanced in this man's direction.

He was terrified that Scorpius wouldn't let them be more than this, though. The idea of this really being just a one-off deal between them, and that Scor could just walk away… it hurt. Please, don't let me go, he thought, knowing it a pathetic plea. He was desperate for it to come true, nonetheless.

"Ah, bloody hell! I'm going to come!" Scor grated between clenched teeth. "Pull off if you don't-"

Albus sucked harder to shut him up, gripping the base to stroke in time to his quickening gliding lips. He wanted to sample the hot spurts of semen across his tongue and to swallow every drop of essence… and to know later tonight when he went to bed, that something of Malfoy was inside him.

He drew on him, his tongue a lash against the underside of Scorpius' cock. His grip tightened until the length was a throbbing, dark angry red colour, engorged with blood and straining. Let go, he thought, and used his own aura to entice Scorpius' into doing just that.

With a gasp and a deep moan, Malfoy released. "Potter… fuck… ALBUS!"

Hot streams of sticky, fertile fluid filled his mouth in hard pulses as Scorpius came. Al struggled to swallow it all and to keep his lover's penis from slipping immediately away when it was finally over. He continued to lap over the sensitive head, cleaning it, suckling with very gentle pressure, teasing a last spurt from the tip. Scorpius groaned, and tightened his slackening grip on Al's hair once more.

He chanced a glance upwards as he placed a final kiss on the tip and pulled off. His lover was shaking, panting, red-faced, and a bit sweaty. His eyes were closed, and his face scrunched up as if he were battling internal demons.

Considerately, Al pulled Scor's clothing back into place, re-zipping, re-buttoning, and re-belting him. It was only polite since he'd been the one to take them down to begin with.

As he made to stand, the grip on his hair let go. "Potter-" Scor began, but Albus didn't give him a chance to speak, moving in and kissing him again on tiptoe. Malfoy stood a good head taller than him, so he had to stretch to reach.

"No, don't ruin it," he whispered against his partner's lips. "Just… let it be." He ran his hands up his partner's sides, and then wrapped around him, holding him as a lover. "Take a few days to think about it. I won't push you for anything you're not ready for, and we can take it slow. This was fast – just a taste for you to know what waits if…" He glanced through his dark lashes up at Scorpius' silvery gaze, and licked his lips to wet them. "We can go as slow as both of us need to. There's no rush."

"But Macmillan–" Scor began to protest.

"-is only my friend," Al reasserted, cutting him off. "I care for him, of course, but like a brother."

Scorpius let out a shuddering breath, pressing their foreheads together. "You're a virgin," he hedged, making excuses.

Albus shrugged. "And I said already, you can teach me just how to please you."

"I'm the eldest son. I have responsibilities to my family."

Finally, there was the real reason Malfoy had always held back: the conflict of personal interest versus familial duty. It was a problem that Albus had struggled with, too...

...until the minute Scorpius showed up in the Divination Tower tonight and let Al know, in his very Slytherin way, that he was in love with him back. After that, Al's brain had just, well, sort-of fuzzed over his issues concerning his father.

"We've both felt ruled by our family legacies for too long, Scor. Maybe we should let them go and live our own lives, yeah?" He pressed tiny kisses across his lover's cheek and stroked across his throat with light touches. "You have a younger brother. Ladon can carry on the Malfoy name."

"He's ten," Scorpius flatly reminded him.

"And in seven years, he'll be a wizard of marriageable age," Albus reminded him. "Don't sell him short."

"I've… been with a bloke before."

Al had already guessed that Scorpius had slept with a man at least once in his past so hearing the admission out loud didn't come as big as a surprise as he'd thought it would. "Mind if I ask who the lucky devil was, or is that a secret?"

His partner shrugged. "Euan. Once. Fifth year."

Somehow, that revelation didn't shock either. "That's why he's always sniping at you. Does he have deeper feelings for you then?"

Scor pulled back and looked down at Al's chin. His jaw clenched. "Yes."

"Do you… have those kinds of feelings… for him?"

His companion sighed. "No."

That explained the strain between the two friends. Euan wanted more, and Scorpius didn't. Just like him and Mac.

"You hurt each other over it."

Malfoy closed his eyes and frowned. A muscle ticked in his cheek. "Yes."

"Is that part of the reason why you've taken so long to come out to me?" Al asked, feeling like he was pushing and prodding, but unable to quell his curiosity of the matter.

Slytherin's Prince curtly nodded once. "It sucks to lose someone you care for, especially over sex. I'd rather not go through that again." His eyes dipped to Al's tie and he leaned back to touch it with a single finger. "We shouldn't be doing any of this, seriously. You're a pledge, and I'm a Skull."

Fuck Helga's bones, he'd completely forgotten his task! He was a spy, and it was his duty to hand over Malfoy to Ministry justice, if necessary – to betray the man he loved.

Albus' father's words tumbled about in his brain, and he struggled not to hyperventilate on the spot.

"I'm proud of you for taking this assignment, son. I know it won't be easy. These are your classmates. Some of them may even be your friends."

"You're doing the right thing, Albus. All I need is proof. You can get that for me, right?"

"You may be preventing another war – saving lives."

He looked up at the man he loved. Was it possible that Scorpius could really be trying to revive the Death Eaters?

From his dreams, Al got the impression that Malfoy was stuck the same as him: behind his father's reputation. He also believed that his lover didn't want to be there any more than he did. And since his dreams tended to lean towards what Rose had deemed "the pre-cognitive cipher," he tended to trust them. They'd never led him wrong, provided he'd interpreted the symbols properly.

Come to think of it, his aura powers did the same, didn't they? Perhaps they could help him to determine the truth in this instance.

"Hold still," he required, bringing a hand up to rest against Scor's heart.

Malfoy gave him a suspicious look. "What are you doing?"

Al smiled and closed his eyes, stretching out his senses to try to 'feel' his lover's magical aura. "It's a secret. As a Slytherin, you should appreciate that. Now shush so I can concentrate."

Scorpius snorted. "You're really weird, you know that, Potter?"

His smile widened. "Shhhh."

Surprisingly, his companion played along. In fact, given that he had absolutely no idea what Al was up to, he was showing a good amount of trust.

It was silent between them for a long minute as Albus tried to reach into the heart of his partner to read his intentions. He felt conflicted emotions: desire mingled with fear, joy awash with shame. It was difficult to decipher what it all meant, but for the moment, there was nothing hidden from him. Most importantly, there was no dark magic feel about him, only the white. Whatever Scorpius was up to, it didn't have anything to do with the kind of evil that would be associated with Death Eaters.

Albus felt hope writhe in his chest. Perhaps the Skulls had nothing to do with reviving Voldemort's twisted beliefs. Maybe it really was just a club that practiced Defence Against the Dark Arts, as he'd always assumed.

The aura changed, and affection bloomed. Al peeked through his lashes to see Scor watching him, an amused smile twitching up the corners of his sensual mouth.

"Does what you're doing have any connection to those coloured lights around you? Because right now, you're glowing."

Al's lids flared wide with his shock. "Y-y-you can see magical auras, too?"

Scorpius stared at him for a moment through a half-lidded gaze, as if deciding how best to answer. "Only just this second. It's a golden yellow kind of… nimbus, like the halo around a candle. It's actually a little disconcerting - like you've got some sort of heavy Hufflepuff spirit going on. It's not a disease is it? You're not catching, are you?"

Laughter bubbled forth from between Al's lips. "Dolt. It means I'm happy. You're… purplish, although it's sort of muted – like you don't want to admit whatever you're feeling and are trying to hold it back."

Those wintry depths widened. "Am I really?"

Pressing forward, Al placed a gentle kiss to Scor's soft lips. "Really. It's okay. I think I know what you're hiding, anyway. I'll just pretend I don't know, though, so your Slytherin sensibilities won't get bent."

Reaching up, Scor traced two fingers down Al's cheek, over his jaw, and across his lips. "What am I hiding, Albus? What do you see?"

Al leaned into the touch enjoying the soft stroking across his skin. "I see a heart divided that wants to be whole."

"And what's your answer for making that happen?" his lover whispered the query.

Al opened his mouth and said the one thing he knew Malfoy needed to hear – the one thing that he had finally decided for himself, right there and then, would be a really good way to live the rest of his life…

"By being who you really are, even if the world doesn't approve."

In that, Jamie had been right.

"Because… at the end of your life, you don't want to have regrets. You don't want to look back on the years and wish you'd had the courage to take the chances that mattered when they were offered to you. You don't want to die wondering 'what if?'."

Al shyly looked down at the green, black and silver tie that decorated Scor's throat, and let his fingers trace over the diagonal lined pattern.

"That's why… even though I'm really scared you're going to walk away, I'm going to take a chance tonight and tell you" – he glanced up and met Scorpius' silvery gaze – "that if you want me, I'm yours. I'll wait for you, if you need me to. I've waited seven years already. I can wait seven more at least."

Scorpius stared at him like a man offered his greatest wish come true. A brilliant flare of tenderness burst forth from him, only to be quickly rolled over by a wave of caution. "I need to think about this. I'm…"

"…afraid," Al finished for him, recalling his dream's similar words. "I know. Me, too." He shrugged. "I've finally made up my mind, though. I know who you are now, and what you're not." He leaned in and gave Scorpius a smoldering smirk, letting his hand drift down between them to cup Scor's crotch. "And I know how hot it would be with you. I know I love what we just did, and that I want more. So, for that, I'll wait."

Malfoy's guardedness returned. "You're assuming I'll change my mind."

It was Al's turn to give him a mysterious smile. He stepped back, clasped his hands behind his back and rocked on the balls of his feet, energized and nearly bursting with hope. "I'm willing to take this one on faith."

Scorpius took a moment to consider him, then turned to the trap door and opened it. As he stepped down, he stopped and looked up at Al, his emotions back in check, as smoothly unreadable as usual. "Macmillan was right about you: you would bring something unique to the Skulls with that aura thing you've got going."

He tweaked another one of his charming smirks.

"As for the rest, I'll think about it, Potter. I'll think long and hard on it."

The emphasis was intentional, Al knew. He felt his cock twitch in response, knowing what he was going to do the minute he got back to his dorm room tonight.

Malfoy scampered down the metal steps and was gone out of sight in seconds.

Al waited until his footsteps below faded away, and then he jumped up and down and whooped with excitement. Finally, it was all coming together for him. Very soon, he'd get some answers, and then… then he could have a talk with his father.


TO BE CONTINUED...


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