Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. This is only for entertainment purposes.
Shiver
Chapter IX
A/N: Gosh, I'm so late! I'm terribly sorry… I wanted to wish you happy holidays and merry Christmas (to those who celebrate it). :(
Anyway… HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Warning: adult content (yet again… *hides*)
The walls start breathing
My mind's unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow
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When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight
It ends tonight
[It Ends Tonight-The All-American rejects]
Rose saw Henri and Albus exit the History of Magic classroom. She went to greet them, with a large smile on her freckled face.
"Hi, boys!"
"Hey, Rosie." Albus said, grinning back.
Henri gave her a small nod, his gaze warm. Rose's smile grew wider.
"Oh, Henri," she said, "About what we agreed the other day, you can come tonight if you want."
"Okay, perfect." Henri replied. He looked satisfied, Rose noticed, pleased.
"Whoa, wait!" Albus intervened. "What's going on here? Have I missed an episode or something?"
"Rose is introducing me to the wonderful world of literature." Henri answered, making a big waving movement with both of his hands.
Then he laughed lightly, and her cousin did the same. "I see…" Albus said in an amused tone, giving her a knowing glance.
Rose was starting to feel a bit nervous, so she tried to change the subject: "By the way, how did your Astronomy test go? You were quite stressed about it, Al."
"Er… I…" he mumbled, lowering his head. "Let's not talk about it…"
Henri bit his lip, trying to restrain his laughter. Rose giggled, and covered her mouth apologetically when the dark-haired boy glared at them.
She cleared her throat, about to say something, when suddenly a tall guy wearing a Slytherin uniform hustled Albus.
Ugh, not again… Rose thought as she recognised him.
"Ah, Potter!" Malfoy exclaimed, pretending to be surprised. "Forgive me; I didn't see you, standing right in the corner…"
The Ravenclaw saw Henri roll his eyes in exasperation. She then focused her gaze on Albus. His mouth was slightly open, and he looked lost for words.
"I heard you completely failed yesterday's test. Congratulations Potter! You really do suck!" Malfoy pursued. "What happened? Your tiny brain couldn't concentrate enough?"
To Rose's surprise, Albus blushed crimson and stared at the floor. He didn't say anything. Nothing at all. How strange… she thought, raising an eyebrow. Her cousin always reacted to Malfoy's taunts, even if it was only to say some silly comeback. She turned to look at Henri questioningly, but he was observing his friend too.
"Maybe you should try harder, study more." the Slytherin added, his lips twisted in his usual annoying smirk. "Like, after dinner for example, you could go to the Astronomy tower, you know, to get in the astronomy mood, and finally learn something, don't you think so, Potter?"
"I don't think Albus needs any of your advice, Malfoy." Rose retorted.
"Relax, Weasley, I was simply trying to help for once…" Malfoy said sweetly. "Besides, the professor said he'll most likely give us a quiz in the next few days, so better be prepared, right?"
Rose gave him a murderous look, but said nothing.
"Yeah, okay, maybe you're right…" Albus spoke at last. "Now, if you're done with your daily show-off scene, you can go."
Malfoy narrowed his eyes. Then he snorted disdainfully, before turning on his heel and walking away.
"Well, that was unfortunate." Rose eventually commented, breaking the awkward silence. "He's such an arsehole."
Henri remained silent. Albus shrugged indifferently.
Strange, indeed…
"Dinner time!" Henri shouted excitedly and fell on the sofa next to Albus. The book his friend was reading slipped off his hands. The dark-haired boy looked up, startled.
"Huh? Already?"
"Yes! Come on, move your arse! I'm hungry!" Henri exclaimed, getting off the sofa with a jump. He was about to pull Albus by the arm, when he noticed how pale the boy had gone.
"Al, do you feel alright? Do you feel nauseous?" Henri asked worriedly.
"I-I'm fine." Albus mumbled. "I just… I… I don't think I'll come with you. I… I have to finish an assignment due tomorrow for, um, Muggle Studies."
"Er… okay…" Henri said, not completely convinced. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay with you then? I could help you with your assignment…"
"No, no, go eat. Rose will be waiting for you… Now that I think about it, that's probably why you were in such a hurry…"
"Maybe…" Henri admitted sheepishly.
"Isn't it the third time you talk about books? I don't remember her having that many favourites…"
Henri felt himself blush. "We don't talk only about that… Rose and I are still friends, you know?"
"Hmph. Yeah…"
Thankfully, Albus was looking better now; his face had regained some colour. However, Henri couldn't help but feel a little irritated. It was only normal for Albus to want to know more about Henri's love life since they were best friends, and especially since the girl in question was a part of his friend's family, but Henri was annoyed by the fact that it was only him who had to share things. Albus kept everything personal to himself, and Henri didn't dare push the matter, lest Albus get angry at him.
"Um… See you later then." Henri finally said, before leaving.
"Why did Albus skip dinner?" Rose asked as they headed to the Ravenclaw common room.
"He said he had an assignment to finish, and he didn't seem to feel very well…" Henri replied.
"Mmh." Rose mumbled, sceptical.
"So I guess you're already done with it… right?"
"Done with what?"
"The assignment."
"What assignment are you talking about?"
"The one you have to do for Muggle Studies. You and Albus have that class in common, don't you?"
"What?"
The Ravenclaw was starting to be extremely confused. For a brief moment, she freaked out, thinking that she had forgotten to do all her homework. But no, she was absolutely sure they had nothing to do for that class.
"Henri, we don't have any assignment to do…"
Henri frowned. "But…" He paused, and pursed his lips. "I probably misunderstood then," he said with a sigh.
Rose felt puzzled. Why had Albus lied to him? Because it was obvious Henri hadn't misunderstood anything, he was just trying to cover for his best friend, despite the fact that he had certainly felt hurt that Albus hadn't told him the truth. But then again, Henri said her cousin wasn't feeling well, so maybe Albus was trying to find an excuse to stay in his dorm without sounding like a drama queen. Albus almost never lied though, and especially not for such a stupid reason. He was a bad liar, so he knew it was useless to hide something people would find out sooner or later. What was different this time? What was so important he couldn't even tell his best friend? What was he doing in secret?
And then it hit her.
Albus' nervousness, his late arrival to class, his poor excuses before disappearing during breaks, Malfoy's sudden lack of interest in making fun of him all the time, then Malfoy's words this morning, Albus' embarrassment, Albus' silence afterwards…
Looking back, Malfoy hadn't been subtle at all. But how could she have imagined such a thing?
Sweet Merlin, Albus is… He and Malfoy…
It was so unexpected, yet made perfect sense. Now that she knew, everything seemed so obvious. If she had thought more about it, paid closer attention to small details, she could have guessed it sooner. So Malfoy's teasing was his own — and only — way to get Albus' attention safely. Because, honestly, him thinking that Albus was an idiot wasn't a proper reason to annoy someone so much. Then, Albus could have simply ignored him, and waited until Malfoy got bored, but instead, he answered back every single time, sometimes even by saying something hurtful. Even before now, Rose could tell how affected her cousin was by Malfoy's insults, and now she finally understood why. Albus had carefully hidden his feeling for months, maybe even years, who knows? So if these two really were seeing each other, it explained Albus' better mood lately… If it made Albus happy, it would make her happy too, even though Rose didn't approve of his choice. But she had a bad feeling about it. She didn't trust Malfoy; she was certain he'd hurt Albus.
Rose glanced at Henri. He seemed lost in thought too. Did he suspect anything? Did he already know? No, if Albus had told him, he wouldn't need to lie to him. Henri wasn't dumb though; he knew Albus as well as her, he surely had figured out something. His reaction to the little scene this morning proved it. Too much silence meant too much knowledge in cases like those. Besides, Rose now realised it was impossible not to notice the tension between them. Moreover, whenever Malfoy was near Albus, Albus became oblivious to everything else. Rose was sure that even if the room they were in took fire, if they weren't done 'talking', neither of them would move an inch.
Yes, she could see it clearly; Malfoy mattered a lot to Albus. Therefore, Rose wished from the bottom of her heart that her fears wouldn't come true. She missed the sparkle Albus' big expressive eyes used to have… As the years had passed by, his gaze had slowly gone duller, her cousin had lost the cheerfulness he had as a child, and all she had been able to do was watch him change, completely helpless. Of course, Rose couldn't know for sure whether or not it was Malfoy's fault, but she did know with absolute certainty that if things didn't turn out well between him and Malfoy, Albus wouldn't find his old self again any time soon.
Rose sighed. She didn't have to the power to do anything about it, and pushing Henri into telling her what he knew wasn't the solution; doing so would only make getting closer to him harder. So right now, the best thing to do was to focus on the evening they were going to spend together, and decide if she should finally make a move or not. Maybe it was about time…
"Come on, we're almost there." Rose said and took Henri's hand.
Albus was running. If he stopped, he'd go back to his dorm instantly. He wanted to go back. This didn't seem like a good idea anymore. He was so nervous he felt like he would faint at any moment. But he couldn't turn back; it would be an act of cowardice. Also, Albus hoped he hadn't misunderstood Scorpius' words, because that would be atrociously humiliating.
A few minutes later, he reached his destination. Albus stood in front of the slightly open door for a long dreadful moment, his chest heaving. Merlin, he was so scared! Then, he took a deep breath and extended a trembling hand towards to door knob. This is it, Albus thought as his fingers closed around the cold metal, wishing he wasn't about to make the biggest mistake of his life. With his other hand, he wiped the sweat off his forehead, and then, with as much confidence he had, Albus pushed the door open.
He didn't even have time to take two steps before the door slammed closed, and he was violently pinned against a wall, face against the stones. Albus barely had the time to place his hands between his chest and the wall.
"At last." Scorpius whispered in a drawling voice, "I thought you'd stare at the wood carvings forever."
Then Scorpius brushed his lips against Albus' ear, holding him firmly by the ribs. Albus tilted his head backwards as the blond's mouth went down along his neck. A faint moan escaped from the dark-haired boy's lips. All the anxiety he had until a few moments ago faded away, replaced by a thrill of excitement. While still nibbling the base of Albus' neck, without any warning, Scorpius lowered a hand and unbuttoned Albus' pants with an abrupt move, before sliding his hand in his underpants. Albus gasped; Scorpius' hand felt like ice on his burning skin.
"So Mr Potter ran up here to me, even though he thinks I'm showy. Do you want me that much, Potter?" Scorpius muttered, and began stroking him.
"You… You embarrassed me in front of my friends…" Albus managed to say in a strangled voice.
"That doesn't answer my question."
Albus bit his lip but said nothing. Scorpius' hand stopped moving.
"I believe I asked you something, Potter."
"Yes…" Albus hastened to answer, desperately wanting the other boy to continue what he had started.
He was rewarded by a light caress.
"'Yes' what?" the blond persisted.
"Yes, I want you." Albus breathed, wiggling his hips impatiently.
To Albus' delight, the hand resumed wanking him. His nails scratched against the wall as he clenched his fists. A shiver passed through him when he pressed his cheek against the wall, between his hands, the coldness of the stones mixed to a sharp wave of pleasure causing him goose bumps. The Slytherin's grip became tighter, almost painful, and Albus felt the other boy's erection pressed between his butt cheeks. With a whimper, Albus tried to turn around, but Scorpius held him in place.
"You're fine just like that." Scorpius whispered, pushing him against the wall with more strength.
"I can't even move…" Albus complained.
"But that's the whole point, darling." Scorpius replied merciless, then grabbed him by his hair, forcing Albus to turn his face towards him, and planted a hard kiss on the Hufflepuff's lips. Albus tried his best to kiss him back, but his position was uncomfortable, his neck and scalp were hurting. He didn't stop him though.
"This way, I can do whatever I want to you." Scorpius explained a few seconds later. Albus' breathing became uneven; he felt even more aroused than he already was.
"Tell me. Tell me what you want to do to me…"
"It's no fun if I tell you… And who knew little Potter was such a naughty boy, eh?"
And as he said so, Scorpius slid both of his hands under Albus' shirt, running them up his torso, pinching lightly the dark-haired boy's nipples on his way. Albus moaned loudly and put his hands above his head, arching his back, relishing Scorpius' touch. It was true; the Slytherin could do anything to him, and Albus wouldn't resist in the slightest. On the contrary, he would even be begging for it. Honestly, Albus could barely recognise himself. He would have never thought he'd fall so low. But right now, the only thing that mattered was Scorpius. Especially Scorpius' hands.
Said hands decided that Albus' shirt was unnecessary and tore it off. Then, Albus felt Scorpius' lips on his shoulder. It was just a peck, but somehow its impact on the young boy was huge. The softness of it felt infinitely heavy. The gesture itself was nothing compared to what Scorpius had done earlier, though Albus was seriously startled. He couldn't understand how, nor why, Scorpius' mood, thus his behaviour towards him, could change so dramatically in such a short period of time. It wasn't the first time it had happened, and it was beginning to drive Albus crazy.
During the few moments they had shared, but also thanks to some particularly attentive observation, Albus had learned that it was when Scorpius looked the most harmless that he was truly most dangerous. After a long, seemingly unimportant silence, Scorpius would have an outburst, and he would deliberately find the most withering thing to say, his cold attitude building up a barrier between himself and the others. It reminded Albus of the peace that reigned before the storm breaks. That's how Scorpius was, like a force of nature: unpredictable, powerful, mesmerising, ferocious. His eyes were like a thunderstorm. They mostly looked colourless and plain, but sometimes they would darken, and then an indecipherable glimmer would illuminate them, before disappearing in a blink, just like lightning streaks across the cloudy sky.
Albus couldn't see Scorpius' eyes right now, but he knew that they would be almost black, unreadable, and distant. It was the crucial moment, before he would snap. Scorpius was strongly gripping Albus' shoulders, most likely leaving a mark on the boy's skin. He was probably thinking that he had involuntarily betrayed himself by showing a tiny sign of affection, and was about to 'fix' his faux pas. The dark-haired boy took this opportunity to act freely. This time, Scorpius grip loosened, and he let Albus turn to face him. As Albus had expected, Scorpius had his gaze lowered. So Albus hesitantly pressed his lips against the Slytherin's, his fingertips barely touching Scorpius' chest. The blond responded quickly. His movements were rough and aggressive, aiming to brutalise Albus. Call him a masochist, but Albus enjoyed it very much. He wrapped his arms around Scorpius' neck and took a step forward, and then another one, until the back of Scorpius' knees bumped against the armrest of a nearby sofa. Purposely or not, Scorpius fell backwards, dragging Albus with him. Then, he pulled Albus' pants and underpants down, and with some help managed to take them off completely, as well as Albus' shoes and socks. Apart from his tie, Albus was entirely naked, while Scorpius was still fully dressed. The dark-haired boy felt incredibly vulnerable, yet at the same time there was something strangely erotic about the whole situation.
Scorpius flashed him a brief crooked smile, and then took something out of his pocket that Albus couldn't see. With his left hand, the blond pulled Albus into another, slower, kiss. Then, Albus heard a clacking sound and suddenly felt a small object be laid on the curve of his back, while almost simultaneously, he felt a finger spread a cold, wet, thick substance along his butt crack. Albus quivered in anticipation as he finally realised what the blond was doing. Moving his finger in a circular motion around Albus' anus, or running it over it, Scorpius seemed to enjoy teasing the other boy. He was attentively watching Albus' face, noting even the slightest change of his expression, his smirk getting wider as each second ticked by. Albus put one hand on Scorpius' cheek, his lips almost touching Scorpius' ear.
"Do it." he whimpered.
Scorpius laughed, but not in a nice way; it had sounded like a sneer.
"Just do it…" Albus insisted, this time looking straight into Scorpius' eyes.
"You should see yourself, Potter. You act just like 5-year-old who wants candy but his mummy doesn't give it to him."
"Scorpius, please…"
The gray eyes narrowed, brows furrowing. Albus was harshly flipped over, Scorpius towering above him.
"Have you already forgotten what I told you?" Scorpius snarled, tightly holding Albus' chin.
"Sorry." Albus muttered.
Scorpius sighed, but his features softened. He withdrew his hand and lowered himself a little so that he could brush his lips against the corner of Albus' mouth, then all the way up to his ear.
"Okay, tell me what you want." he whispered, before lightly biting Albus' earlobe.
"Take your clothes off."
"All of them?" the blond asked with a cheeky grin.
"All of them."
Scorpius obeyed immediately. Albus unconsciously licked his lips as he watched him undress.
"And now what?"
Swallowing hard, Albus parted his legs. Scorpius grinned, raising an eyebrow.
"A guessing game?"
The dark-haired boy groaned in frustration. Two fingers were abruptly pushed inside of him. Albus' breath hitched.
"Is that what you want?" Scorpius whispered, withdrawing his fingers, then pushing them in again.
"Yes. Yes…"
Scorpius suddenly twisted his fingers awkwardly, before separating them from one another in a scissor-like motion.
"Ow!" Albus cried. "You're… You're hurting me…"
With his free hand, the Slytherin grabbed Albus' tie and pulled the other boy close to him. He crushed their lips together, while shoving the fingers of his other hand deeper.
"You didn't ask me to stop though. You know what? I bet it's one of your weird kinks. You like it rough, don't you, Potter?" he asked, pulling more on Albus' tie.
"Nonsense." Albus lied.
Scorpius withdrew his fingers completely, and Albus needed a serious amount of self-control to keep from complaining. The blond apparently realised it, because he said in a low voice:
"If you want something, you have to say it."
After a brief moment of hesitation, Albus took Scorpius' face between his hands. There was no way to make the other boy give up on wanting to be the leader. He was too stubborn.
"Fuck me." Albus breathed against Scorpius' slightly opened mouth. "Please." he added, making sure the blond wouldn't find another excuse to tease him again.
Scorpius kissed him quickly, before flipping him over. He sat astride Albus' thighs and ran his hands up the dark-haired boy's back, then ran a single finger down along his spine. Albus arched his back, raising his pelvis, his fingers clenched on a cushion under his head. A few moments after picking up the tube of lube that had fallen on the floor, Scorpius caressed Albus' butt cheeks and then pushed them apart. And, at last, he slid himself inside Albus' body. Albus felt all of his muscles tense; he bit the cushion, a muffled squealing sound escaping from his lips. With careful movements, Scorpius began moving slowly.
Albus would have wished to last longer, but the overwhelming flow of sensations was too intense. His body made a spasm as he came, and he could feel his pulse under every inch of his heated skin. Scorpius' thrusts became faster and deeper. The dark-haired boy felt a hand grip his hair, then a pair of lips sucking on the nape of his neck. Scorpius suddenly bit him, nails digging into his ribs, and Albus felt him come inside of him. The blond pressed his face on Albus' back, his fingers relaxing, letting his chest rest on the boy beneath him. Breathing heavily, they both stayed like this for a while, one nested into the other, waiting for the state of numbness to pass.
During that short moment of stillness, a soothing feeling of serenity grew inside Albus' heart.
