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He Bit Me

Grumbling a little under his breath, and really who could blame him, Albus snuggled deeper under his covers, having hopefully made it quite clear to the Slytherin that he needed to sod off for the time being so that he could continue his lovely nap. Interrupt him for no good reason, and calling him five on top of that, the jackarse. See if he got out of bed anytime soon now. And okay, as he wasn't unconscious just yet there was a small voice pointing out that giving Scorpius the finger and telling the git to bite him might incite the blond to try and push him off his own bed or curse him…but Albus figured the man didn't have the muscle for the first anyway. As for the second…well Yue would bite Malfoy for him so that was something -

Cursing when his covers were yanked hard, taking with them his warmth, Albus's eyes snapped open just as he felt the brush of Scorpius's hair against his jaw as Malfoy BIT him, the blond's teeth digging in good and hard at the spot where his shoulder and neck met on the right side.

Yelping, Albus vaguely heard Scorpius ask him if he was happy now, too busy clutching a hand over the wound to be a hundred percent sure about that. But the Slytherin was smirking at him and…

Happy? Was he happy now?! The little SHITE!

Not even thinking about the price he'd undoubtedly be made to pay later, Albus jerked his wand out from under his pillow, rolled over in one smooth move, and pointing said wand at the Slytherin smiled as ropes appeared out of nowhere to very firmly secure Scorpius's arms to his sides.

"POTTER!"

"Malfoy."

Pushing aside his covers completely, thus revealing the fact that he'd removed his clothes before getting into bed earlier, Albus reached over and had a cursing and struggling Scorpius on his back in seconds, Albus climbing on top of him so that Scorpius was good and stuck where he wanted him.

Keeping his wand firmly in one hand just in case, Albus pulled the covers back over them with the other since it was a little cool in the room and he wanted to be warm while he and Scorpius had their little discussion about why one did NOT interrupt his naps unless there was a damn good reason to. Though he'd wait until the Slytherin was done cursing him to hell and back, since a tired out Malfoy was a much easier one to handle. Especially when he was tied up, Albus mentally added wickedly.

Thankfully it didn't take Scorpius long to realize that yelling at Albus wasn't getting him anywhere, the other man's temper and common sense kicking in enough that finally Scorpius took a deep breath and in a much calmer tone of voice ordered him to untie him. Now.

"And why would I do that? Especially since you just made it very clear that you like it rougher than you've been letting on." Albus deliberately purred the words, loving the confusion that crossed Scorpius's face. "Biting me, Malfoy. I didn't know you liked it rough. You should have told me, I'd have tied you up sooner."

It was small of him, Albus knew, but he was a little amused to watch what little color Scorpius's rage had given him faded away, the licking his top lip Albus threw in for added effect making the Slytherin go as still as stone beneath him in shock.

And as lovely as the git's response was Albus was far from done, the Gryffindor leaning in close to place his lips against the shell of Scorpius's ear. "So just how rough do you want it, exactly? Because right now I'm thinking I'd very much enjoy rolling you over and fucking that pretty, pale arse of yours until you're screaming loud enough to put a banshee to shame. What do you think?"

Lifting his head to find out, Albus had to work hard not to burst out laughing over the fact that his lover currently resembled a landed trout gasping for air.

"You wouldn't do that." Scorpius's voice was firm with conviction, though there was just a hint of wariness in his eyes that suggested he was starting to sense that he was being played here and didn't like that thought one little bit. "You know that no means no."

"Of course it does; what else would it mean?" Albus gave the Slytherin his most innocent look. "But you wouldn't be saying no, now would you? Unless I stopped. You love when I fuck you."

"I do not!"

"A trip into a Pensieve would prove otherwise." Evil grin now, though Albus laced his voice with false sympathy as he stroked Scorpius's cheekbone with his free hand. "But you're in a very bad mood today, aren't you? Students giving you trouble again?"

A wicked thought entering his head Albus went with it, embracing his Slytherin side so to speak as he leaned in to whisper in Scorpius's ear again.

"I'd have given you fits if you'd been my Potions teacher, wouldn't I? No real aptitude for it all, that was me. But you wouldn't have failed me, would you, Professor Malfoy? No, I'd have been able to convince you that I was the best student you ever had."

"And how would you have done that, Mr. Cause Explosions that I remember very well from being in Potions class with you?" Scorpius's voice rang with sarcasm now.

"By being willing to do whatever you wanted me to to get a good grade." Albus swiped his tongue up the side of Scorpius's sensitive neck for emphasis. "You could have me across your desk, or mine, and I'd have been more than willing to do some extra credit work to make sure all the worries of the day were just…blown from your mind, leaving you relaxed and far more inclined to appreciate my ability to blow you away."

The husky way Scorpius said his last name betrayed the man's growing interest in what he was suggesting, egging Albus on that much more.

"Yes, Professor?"

"You're…" Words escaped Scorpius for the moment, the man breathing out a sound of annoyance.

"Anything you want, Professor, you should know that." A nip to Scorpius's ear. "And if I don't follow your directions to the letter, well then you can punish me to your little Slytherin heart's content."

"My little heart's content, hmm?"

"Yup."

"Then untie me and I will."

Well aware that he could possibly be taking his life into his hands if he did that while Scorpius was conscious, Albus also knew that he had to do it eventually since they did only have about an hour before they had to be at the Great Hall at this point. But his mum hadn't raised no fool either, so Albus maneuvered his hand into the pocket Scorpius kept his wand in, and pulling the piece of wood out Albus tossed it onto a nearby chair before doing the same with his own wand. That done he settled down so that they were looking into each other's faces as he made the ropes disappear with a quick word.

And just that quickly Albus found himself on his back with a very riled up Slytherin physically pinning his arms above his head, though he could have broken free easily enough. Curiosity made him stay though, watching with some fascination as Scorpius's chest literally heaved with the exertion from the control he was exercising at the moment.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out."

Nodding in reaction to Scorpius's growled statement Albus didn't struggle, having been under the man enough that he wasn't worried his arse couldn't handle a little roughness.

"And when I'm done with you you're the one who's going to have screamed like a banshee…as well as unable to sit your pretty arse down on anything for quite a while."

Okay, that last part was a little worrisome, but Albus was nothing if not a risk taker when he thought the benefits outweighed the chance of him regretting whatever stupid idea he'd gotten into his head. So rather than argue Albus deliberately rubbed his lower half up against Scorpius's, daring the Slytherin to follow through on his threat.

"Whatever you say, Professor."

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Yue was getting more than a little tired of having to be the one to make sure that Snow's mind stayed as snowy white as possible when it came to their persons and what the two got up to in the bedroom. But since he hated the idea of having to explain things to Snow, the little fluffball's questions were sure to be mortifying or make him want to pull his fur out, Yue recognized he was stuck until their persons either permanently parted ways or Snow was old enough to be interested in mating and would get his understanding of the whole process that way.

That Yue wasn't sure which would come first anymore was the big surprise of the year, and that worried the kneazle quite a bit as he and Snow headed towards his place. He hadn't thought his person and Malfoy would still be mating often at this point, and they seemed to be…shifting to better fit each other, and that was…troubling to say the least.

Not that his person couldn't do worse, he certainly could like that git Jasper, but still…this was a case where the two would end up mad for each other or hating each other with a passion that would be more explosive than a Longbottom in a Potions class.

"So what are we going to do if they're still playing?" Snow asked Yue, looking up at him with his usual hero worship. He didn't know why they always had to leave places when their persons played together, but he trusted Yue when he said it was what they had to do.

If the two were still mating he was going to be most displeased, Yue thought, but didn't say. "They have to be going to supper soon, so I'll interrupt them if necessary."

"And then we can have supper too, right?"

"Yes."

"Yay!"

Shaking his head a little, Yue sighed and then walked through his front door with Snow following after him. He couldn't smell bloodshed, and he didn't hear any yelling or any noise at all which was reassuring. Maybe they'd both worn each other out and he'd just have to wake them up. Not the most appealing prospect, Albus could be very hard to rouse, but if he could wake the Slytherin first he'd have help getting the other man up hopefully. Unless Malfoy had already left, though Yue's nose was pretty sure that wasn't the case.

Coming to a stop at the open doorway that would lead into the bedroom Yue cocked his ears, listening intently for confirmation about the two still forms he could see on the bed. "They're asleep. I'll have to wake them up."

"Can I help?" Snow's eyes went big with excitement. "Can I? Can I, please?"

Yue had serious doubts that Snow could accomplish such a task, but Malfoy would possibly be less grumpy if woken up by his own pet, or at least less likely to throw Snow across the room in a fit of temper since the fluffball was a lot more breakable than he was.

"I suppose." Lowering his head Yue picked Snow up by the back of the neck and then carrying the fluffy feline headed towards the bed, using his patent system to get up onto the covers with ease despite his puffy burden. Still carrying Snow in his mouth Yue climbed up Albus's quilt covered leg until he was standing on the man's hip, setting Snow down then before surveying the scene in front of him with growing disbelief.

All the times he'd come in to find Albus cuddling Malfoy had never fazed him, Yue knew his person was a cuddler and that was simply his nature, which met the Slytherin cuddling didn't necessarily indicate any particular affection for the recipient of said cuddling. But today Malfoy was cuddling Albus against him, and both were wearing happy expressions that had cold chills running down the kneazle's spine.

"Oh sod it all. This is bad."

"Something's bad?" Snow wanted to know, thinking that their persons looked really cute all snuggled together in Albus's bed. He loved to cuddle with Yue, it always made him really happy.

"I can see what's happening."

"What?"

"And they don't have a clue."

"Who?"

"They'll fall in love, and here's the bottom line, my peaceful life is through." And so stating Yue hung his head, sure that he was absolutely doomed now.

Feeling very confused, not to mention he was obviously missing something which he really hated, Snow leaned his fluffy body against Yue in sympathy for whatever was making his bestest friend in the whole world so sad. "Don't worry, Yue. It's okay, whatever's wrong. You'll always have me to make you feel better."

Looking towards the ceiling Yue prayed for strength, and finding a little suggested that Snow wake his person up.

Happy to help Snow started to climb higher up Albus's back, the cat slipping and tumbling down the man's back to get stuck in the crevice made by Albus's back and Malfoy's chest.

Why Merlin, why, Yue asked the ceiling again, his ears easily picking up Snow's calls for help.

Like the weight of the Wizarding World rested on his thin shoulders Yue very nimbly walked his way up the length of Albus's body until he reached his person's neck, the kneazle knowing the man well enough to know that he wouldn't wake up even if he draped himself on Albus's neck, which was what Yue did so that he could easily bat at Malfoy's nose with his paw without risking a fall of his own.

Unlike his person Malfoy proved to be a very light sleeper, though the fact that Slytherin didn't strike him as the napping type probably meant Malfoy wouldn't normally be sleeping at this hour either. Either way Yue appreciated the small mercy of the man's grey eyes opening fairly quickly, focusing on him immediately with a look that said he didn't appreciate being woken up by way of nose swatting.

Being an observant man too Malfoy's gaze quickly lowered and then the hand that had been resting against Albus's stomach slid away and down, retrieving Snow who purred his thanks loudly while the Slytherin just shook his head, something Yue got completely.

And then Malfoy was rolling over to check the time, cursing when he saw what it was.

Throwing aside the covers Malfoy was out from under the covers in a flash, poor little Snow still in the other man's hand like a fluffy ball the Slytherin had forgotten to throw. Thankfully the wizard was mostly still dressed, though some adjusting, zipping, and belt buckling needed to be done before the Slytherin picked up something else, his wand, from a chair and then hurried out of the room without even bothering to look at Albus, much less help Yue wake him up.

Not appreciating that Yue scowled in the direction of the now closed door, which Malfoy had closed softly instead of at least slamming it. Not that that would have necessarily woken Albus up either, but it would have been worth a shot at least.

Damn

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Tossing Snow onto his bed once he was in a position to do so, Scorpius left the furball there and hurried into the bathroom, stripping as he went because he could smell the sex and Potter on his skin and he sure as hell wasn't going to the Great Hall knowing that. Leaping into the shower, he was not going to be late if he could help it, Scorpius quickly ran soap over his skin while trying and failing to block out the memories of the last hour from his immediate thoughts.

Fuck, how could he have lost his control like that? He'd been completely mindless, like a dumb animal in heat, only thinking about mounting his mate and claiming that arse as his own.

He hadn't even taken his clothes off first, which was why Scorpius left them lying on the floor and instead changed into fresh clothes after his shower. He didn't even bother to pick up the dirty ones, which was completely out of character, but then again he didn't even want to acknowledge the articles of clothing, so it made some sense in his mind at the moment.

The fact that he'd have to face Potter in the Great Hall in a matter of minutes didn't help either, Scorpius wincing as he imagined it. It wasn't going to be easy not to look in the other man's direction, especially since he couldn't imagine that the Gryffindor would be up to sitting down easy right about now. He'd never been so inconsiderate before, and though he had used lube he sure as hell hadn't taken the time he normally would have to make sure that Albus could handle being used roughly.

What the hell was it about Albus Potter that messed with his head so completely? To the point where he lost his head and just-let this side of his nature he hadn't even known existed take over.

And what the fuck had been up with him finding it arousing to hear Potter call him Professor Malfoy?!

Wanting to tear his hair out, but not doing so since losing his hair was high on his biggest worries list, Scorpius only finger combed the wet strands into place, checked to make sure that he was presentable, and then hauled arse out of his rooms and headed down the hallway towards the Great Hall, praying that he would be on time.

Running when it was possible and no one was around to see him, Scorpius managed to get in and take his seat just in time, the Slytherin not surprised to see that Albus hadn't arrived before him. For one thing the Gryffindor had still been unconscious when he'd left, and for another the other man wouldn't have been up to rushing around like a chicken with its head cut off the way he had. Plus it wasn't like Potter was the type to feel really bad about being late for something, he'd just apologize all cute and boyishly and everyone would forgive him because he was adorable and a Potter.

Ugh…had he just thought that Albus-Potter was cute and adorable?

There went his appetite completely.