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: 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 8


Albus took a sip of the punch and frowned at Simon.

"Do you think someone's put Firewhiskey in this?" he asked.

Simon took a sip. "Yep."

They looked at each other, grinned, and then refilled their glasses.

"Vampires, huh?" said Michael, walking up to them with Adrian in tow. "How original."

Albus glanced over Michael's costume.

"And who are you supposed to be?" he asked.

"Rose says I'm someone called Gomez Addams."

"Oh," said Albus. "Well, I like the moustache. Sort of suits you." Then he looked at Adrian with a raised eyebrow.

Adrian looked somewhat sheepish. "Apparently I'm a winged monkey?"

"Right, well, it suits you too," Albus said and, beside him, Simon laughed. "But you're not going to be blue for a week again, are you?"

"Oh, ha, ha," said Adrian, thumping Albus on the shoulder. "Sodding vampires."

"So, where are the Flowergirls, anyway?" Albus asked, looking around.

"I have a feeling they want to make a bit of an entrance," Michael said. "Is that punch?"

Simon nodded. "Have some," he said, with a wink. "It's very good."

It was as they were filling their punch glasses that the room quietened and Albus looked up curiously to see Adrian looking towards the doorway with wide eyes.

"Holy fuck," he whispered. "Now that's what I call an entrance."

Albus turned around slowly and his breath caught in his throat.

In the doorway stood Scorpius Malfoy. Flanking him on either side were Rose and Peony, both in figure-hugging black dresses, with long black hair, Rose deathly pale, and Peony a muted, glowing green. They looked amazing but Albus knew that nearly every eye in the room had settled on Scorpius.

He was wearing a short, silver top that skimmed his hips and black pants that looked painted on, with black combat style boots that were laced up to his knees. His hair was a tousled mess and his eyes were rimmed with dark, smudged eyeliner that made them seem larger. It looked like he was dusted with glitter for the skin on his face and his arms seemed to shimmer, and around each wrist was a black leather cuff. A matching collar circled his pale, slender throat, with some sort of green jewel dangling from it.

But arching behind him soared two large black wings, graceful and elegant, beautifully highlighted with green and silver. And on his head was a crown of vicious-looking black metal spikes.

He looked like a beautiful, debauched angel and Albus' mouth went dry.

Then the three of them were walking into the room, confident and almost defiant, until they were suddenly surrounded by a group of Slytherin 6th year girls.

"Merlin," said a voice nearby, breaking Albus out of his trance-like state. "If that's what a Slytherin Fairy Princess looks like, I want one."

He turned to see Fabian Smith standing near them with a group of Gryffindors.

"I mean," he continued, looking at Albus and Simon, with a grin, "That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen, and did you see that arse? That arse is epic."

"I think I'd give up my girlfriend for that arse," said another Gryffindor, and Albus felt an almost overwhelming urge to punch them both in the face.

"Hey, shut it," Adrian said, even as Albus was opening his mouth. "Don't talk about him like that."

"Settle down, Bole," Fabian replied, still smiling. "It was a compliment. One that I think I'll whisper into his perfect little ear as soon as possible." He winked at them and then wandered off, taking a seat at the Gryffindor table.

At that moment the staff filed in and took their places at the high table. Simon, who had been standing silently beside Albus, took his hand.

"I'll see you after the feast," he said, giving Albus a quick kiss and then he went to the Gryffindor table and took a seat beside Fabian Smith, beginning a conversation with him immediately.

Albus frowned at them for a moment, and then followed Michael and Adrian to the Slytherin table and sat next to Scorpius, and a moment later the feast began.

Albus was fairly silent throughout the meal, unsettled by a feeling of anxiety. Over at the Gryffindor table he could see that Simon was still talking to Fabian and he had a feeling that he wouldn't like the topic of their conversation if he could have heard it.

When he'd first become aware of Scorpius' crush on him, Albus had immediately guessed that Simon knew about it and he'd realised that it was probably the source of Simon's dislike of Scorpius. He'd understood that Simon felt threatened, and without talking about the cause, he'd tried to reassure him. He'd spent more time with Simon and, whilst he hadn't exactly avoided Scorpius, he hadn't sought out his company either. He'd figured it would be easier for Scorpius that way too, and certainly Scorpius hadn't seemed like he was trying to get Albus' attention.

Albus had been self-aware enough to admit that he found Scorpius attractive. It wasn't the first time he'd noticed someone else whilst he'd been with Simon and it didn't really worry him. He wasn't made of stone, and it was natural. But as he spent time away from his friends, he realised how much he'd come to count Scorpius as one of those friends; he enjoyed Scorpius' company and he'd found himself missing it.

And he'd caught himself watching Scorpius' sometimes too, and remembering what it had been like to hold him in his arms that time at the bookshop, and wanting to do it again. Albus had quickly squashed that thought - he valued his relationship with Simon in many ways, and not least was the fact that they loved each other. He wasn't going to lose that for a fleeting interest in someone else, or risk losing his friendship with Scorpius either. All they needed was a bit of time, a bit of distance, and everything would hopefully settle down.

And now, in one brief moment, everything seemed like it had gone wrong. He found himself bewildered by the sudden appearance of the stunning boy sitting beside him, bewildered by the surge of sudden physical want he'd felt when he'd seen Scorpius standing in the doorway, and it was clear he hadn't been the only one who'd felt it. At the Gryffindor table Fabian was watching Scorpius and it was fairly obvious to Albus that as soon as the feast was over he was going to make a move, probably aided by Simon.

"Are you all right, Al?" Scorpius' soft voice broke into Albus' thoughts, and he jolted in his seat, startled. "You're very quiet."

"I'm fine, Scorp," Al said.

"So, um, what do you think of my costume?" Scorpius asked, meeting Albus' eyes with a shy look. "It's not too much, is it?"

Scorpius sounded doubtful and Albus had to be honest. "You look amazing," he said simply, watching the flush rise in Scorpius' cheeks. "But what prompted it?"

Scorpius was silent for a moment and Albus wondered if he would answer the question. He had an idea he already knew the answer for he hadn't forgotten what Scorpius had told him about Creevey outside the Three Broomsticks and he'd been debating whether to say something to Creevey ever since. In the end, he'd decided to honour Scorpius' request that he leave it alone but he'd avoided spending any time with Creevey.

"I decided," Scorpius finally said, "that if I was going to be called the Slytherin Fairy Princess I may as well own it."

"Well, you've certainly done that," Albus said, grinning. "I don't think anyone's going to see that title as a put-down after seeing you like this."

Scorpius ducked his head, but Albus saw the small smile on his lips, and when he looked up again his eyes were almost luminous.

"Thank you," he said, simply. "And you make a great vampire."

"Thanks," said Albus. He glanced over at the Gryffindor table, saw Fabian and Simon watching them, and he couldn't stop himself from adding, "Be careful tonight, yeah?" Scorpius frowned, and Albus quickly continued, "Someone spiked the punch."

Scorpius nodded, and then Peony started talking to him and he turned away.

When the feast was over and the lower forms had left, the long tables magically disappeared, the candles dimmed, and music started playing out of the walls. As Albus had expected, Simon came over, with Fabian following, and joined their group. Fairly quickly, Rose, Michael, Adrian and Peony were out on the dance floor, and it wasn't long before Simon had dragged Albus out there as well, leaving Scorpius alone with Fabian.

Albus watched the two talking for a moment and then looked at Simon.

"I wish you hadn't encouraged him," he said, and Simon raised an eyebrow.

"Why shouldn't I have?" he asked. "Did it never occur to you, Albus, that Scorpius might be lonely? And, you have to admit, things would be much easier in our group if Scorpius had a boyfriend."

"Fabian isn't the type to want a boyfriend," Albus said.

"Well, maybe he's changed," said Simon. "People do, you know, they grow up. And anyway, whatever happens, it's up to Scorpius. He's old enough to make up his own mind."

Albus nodded, for he had to admit Simon was right about that, but the problem was he knew that Simon's motivation wasn't about helping Scorpius. It was about insecurity and jealousy, pure and simple, and it left a sour taste in Albus' mouth.

A slow song started and Albus wrapped his arms around Simon's waist as they danced together. Behind Simon he saw Fabian and Scorpius move onto the dance floor and his stomach twisted into a knot when he saw Fabian's satisfied smile as he took Scorpius in his arms.

Fabian's head was bent towards Scorpius' ear, his lips moving and Albus wondered what he was whispering. He wished he could see Scorpius' face.

"There, see," Simon suddenly said, sounding pleased and breaking into Albus' thoughts. "Anyone can see they're getting along. With any luck they'll be together by the end of the night."

Albus nodded, for he couldn't bring himself to reply, and his eyes drifted over Scorpius one last time, (and, Merlin help him, he couldn't help noting that Fabian had been right about Scorpius' arse) before he tore them away and focused on his boyfriend.


A few hours later Albus walked into the Slytherin dorm to find Scorpius struggling with his wings.

"Here, I'll help you," he said, laughing, and gripped both the wings, holding them still.

"Shhh," Scorpius whispered, looking over his shoulder. "Michael and Trevor are already asleep."

Albus glanced at the curtained beds and nodded.

"Hey, these are really light," he said, quietly, running his fingers over the gauzy material.

"Rose used a weightless charm," Scorpius whispered. "They just clip off my shirt… can you-"

"Got it," Albus said, pulling off the wings and then laying them on the end of Scorpius' bed.

Scorpius sighed with relief and then turned around. Albus could see the glittery powder still on his face; even his lips were dusted with it.

"So, um, did you have a good time?" Albus asked, after a slightly awkward silence.

Scorpius nodded. "Yeah, and you?"

"Yeah," said Albus, and shuffled his feet. He wasn't going to ask.

"So… you seemed to spend a lot of time with Fabian…"

Fine. He'd asked. And it was a fair enough observation for, aside from a few dances with Rose and Peony, whenever Albus had seen him Scorpius had been glued to Fabian's side. Or Fabian had been glued to his.

"Oh, um, yes," Scorpius replied, his cheeks flushing. "He… um… seemed very nice."

Yeah, real nice, Albus thought, right up until he gets what he wants and then he'll be gone. He wondered if he should say something to Scorpius but couldn't for the life of him think of a way to word it that wouldn't be completely embarrassing and humiliating for either of them. Besides, maybe Simon was right, and Fabian had decided to change his reputation.

Scorpius sat down on his bed and unzipped a boot, tugging it off. Albus watched him for a moment and then sat down on his own bed.

"Are you going to go out with him?" he asked quietly.

Scorpius didn't look up, but Albus could see the flush deepen on his face.

"He asked me to," he said in such a soft voice that Albus leaned forward to hear him. "I said no."

A strange surge of something that Albus couldn't really identify but chose to believe was relief for Scorpius' sake, shot through Albus and he almost grinned. He held it back though and glanced at Scorpius, who luckily seemed oblivious to Albus' reaction.

"Why?" he asked, before he could stop himself, because that was probably pushing things too far. "I mean you said you thought he was nice," he added quickly when Scorpius looked up with a startled expression.

"I know," said Scorpius, looking down at his boot again. "But I just wasn't interested in him like that. I told him it wouldn't be fair to lead him on."

And oh, the beautiful irony of that, Albus thought, and he hoped that Fabian had felt it. "So, how'd he take that?"

"He said he wouldn't give up that easily," Scorpius said, sounding slightly bewildered.


And Fabian didn't give up, for over the next couple of weeks Albus saw him quite often talking to Scorpius. Albus wondered, briefly, if he should get James to tell Fabian to back off, but Scorpius didn't seem to be actually minding the attention. He quite often laughed at what Albus guessed were the outrageous things that Fabian was saying. Still, they never went on a date to Hogsmeade together or anything like that so after a while Albus stopped worrying about it.

For one thing, he was way too busy with Quidditch practice for their game against Gryffindor was coming up, and when the day finally arrived Albus could think of nothing else.

"Right, I'm not going to give a big speech or anything," he said, in the last minutes with his team in the changing rooms. "Just, you two," he continued, nodding at his Beaters, "keep on them, and Melanie, don't let anything get through those hoops. You all know what to do, but as well as that, enjoy it. We're going to win."

They strode out onto the pitch and Albus shook hands with James. They were both silent and Albus could see that James looked as determined as Albus felt.

The day was misty and Albus circled above the pitch, straining to see. Dimly he could make out James at the Gryffindor goal posts. He'd trained his Chasers hard to get the Quaffle past James and all he could do now was hope that they could do it. He would just have to trust his team and get on with looking for the Snitch.

A drizzling rain started and Albus shivered, but continued circling the pitch and avoiding the Gryffindor Seeker. At one point, Simon flew by him, chasing a Bludger and he gave Albus a tight grin.

"Great weather for it," he said, and then performed a tricky manoeuvre that resulted in a Bludger whistling by the ear of one of Albus' Chasers. She only narrowly avoided ending up in the hospital wing, and Albus didn't know whether to admire his boyfriend or curse him.

Time went on and Albus watched the score climb in Gryffindor's favour. His Chasers were working hard but, Melanie, the Slytherin Keeper was new to the team and she was starting to struggle. Albus would have to catch the Snitch soon if they were going to win.

And almost as soon as he'd thought it, there it was, hovering a couple of feet to his left. Albus almost couldn't believe it, but he leaned over and made the easiest catch he'd ever made in his life. It almost felt like an anti-climax as he used the Sonorus spell and announced that he'd caught the Snitch.

But even without the excitement of a chase the Slytherin Tower erupted with cheering when they realised they had won the game.

The cheering started to filter through to the other towers as Albus flew down to the pitch, holding up the Snitch for everyone to see. He shook hands with the Gryffindor team, including Martin Creevey, and then James was in front of him, shaking his head.

"That was bloody ridiculous," he said, with a grin.

"Still won," said Albus, thumping his brother on the arm, and then they hugged.

"I'm still going to win the Cup," James whispered in his ear.

Albus laughed. "We'll just see about that," he said.


Albus and his team entered the Slytherin Common room and were almost deafened by the ear-splitting cheering. It was the first time that Slytherin had beaten Gryffindor since James Potter had become the Gryffindor Captain and everyone was ecstatic that their 'Slytherin Potter' had beaten the 'Gryffindor Potter'.

The entire team found themselves caught up in a seemingly endless stream of hugs and thumps on the back, until they finally reached the middle of the room. Albus saw Adrian hugging Scorpius and then Peony was there, and suddenly Scorpius was right in front of Albus, and Albus gave in to temptation. He caught Scorpius in a tight embrace, lifting him off his feet, and when he heard Scorpius' light laugh close to his ear, a shiver went down his spine. A sudden urge to kiss Scorpius and feel him respond, and it was an added excitement that Albus knew that Scorpius would, almost overwhelmed him… but it also sobered him.

Whatever his physical interest in Scorpius, and Albus acknowledged that he was now strongly attracted to him, and however close he felt to Scorpius as a friend, it was not worth losing what he had with Simon. He and Simon had been together for almost two years and it had been over ten months now since they had begun a physical relationship, the first for both of them. Albus couldn't guess what the future would hold for them but he knew that he didn't want to give up on whatever that might be.

Carefully he set Scorpius back on his feet and moved on to give Peony a quick hug. Then someone started some music, the Butterbeer appeared, and the party really began.


Monday morning at breakfast, Albus saw both his father's and his mother's owls swoop into the Great Hall. Hector, his father's owl came to him, but Albus watched in surprise as his mother's owl settled gracefully in front of Scorpius and politely offered him her letter.

Albus watched as Scorpius removed the letter from Dora's leg and then jumped as Hector pecked him on the wrist.

"Hey," he said reproachfully, whilst Hector just looked at him. "Revolting bird."

Hector tried to peck him again and Albus ruffled his feathers fondly and then tried to take his letter.

Scorpius had already finished reading his letter by the time Albus had finally finished wrestling with Hector, who was obviously in a violently playful mood. Eventually Albus resorted to threatening to tell his father about Hector's behaviour and, after giving him one more peck on the hand, Hector let him unfasten the letter, and then took wing with a great flourish that scattered cereal all over the table.

Simon, who was sitting with them that morning, gave a long-suffering sigh and wiped the mess off his own mail.

"I don't know how your father puts up with that bird," he said, and Albus could only nod in agreement as he examined his damaged hand.

When he looked up, Scorpius was folding the letter, and Albus, burning with curiosity gave him an expectant look.

Scorpius smiled. "Your mother's invited me to your house for Christmas," he said, quietly.

"That's great," Albus said with a warm smile even as he sensed Simon tense up on his other side. It was hard for Albus not to tense up himself, for it had become a bit of a tradition for Simon to join them after Christmas for the New Year party that the Potters always held, and he knew that his mother had already invited him. Albus couldn't help wondering how things would go with the two of them in such close quarters, but the fact that Rose and Hugo and their parents, and Teddy, would be there as well would probably be a big help.

Not least because it meant that, with Hugo there, he wouldn't be sharing his bedroom alone with Scorpius.


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