Chapter Ten

Holy Jesus, chapter ten already! Thank you to katie4dragons, Bicky Monster, Lizzy0308 and You're All So Vacant for reviewing the last chapter. You guys keep me writing; I love you all. And thank you to everyone else for reading. It really means a lot.

Just a note, so I'm not very good at timings and such, and I'm too lazy to go through each chapter and see what time of year etc. it is, so let's just pretend it's nearly Christmas and be done with it. Okay, good.

This chapter contains 'sexual activities' but it's not graphic, or long (no pun intended), so I hope it passes as T rated.

Anyway, here we go.

With a light at the end of the tunnel and a spring in his step, Scorpius made his way back to the Common Room. He just hoped Al would forgive him for running out, for spilling his gut and then fleeing, like always.

When he walked through the entrance, full of trepidation, he was surprised to see Albus sat on one of the sofas with a note in his hand, face twisted into a mask of pain. When he cleared his throat, the raven haired boy's head whipped up, and he tried to shove the note between the cushions.

'Scorpius!' a flicker of relief flittered across the boy's face, his voice full of confusion and questions.

'I'm so sorry. I… I… Well, I don't really know,' Score admitted quietly. 'What were you reading?'

Albus flushed. 'Oh, nothing of import. I'm glad you're here. I thought you had gone AWOL, and I was insanely worried, you stupid git.'

'Uh, I'm sorry. But I'm fine; I'll be fine. I am sorry, not just for running out, but for… well, you know.' He scrubbed his hands over his face, muffling his words.

'Don't be,' Al mumbled, before saying louder, 'I'm glad you're back,' and pulling him into a hug.

'I am, too,' Score whispered against his friend's shirt, resisting the urge to kiss him; there's a time and a place, and this is neither, he admonishes himself.

After a few minutes, Al breaks the comfortable silence which surrounds the embrace; 'So, want a game of chess?' Score laughs and nods.

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The weekend passed without incident, and it was midweek, the day of the big Quidditch match, that Scorpius woke up early, back aching and feet freezing. Groaning, he rolled over, tugging the sheets over his head, wrapping an arm around the warm body beside him, still sleeping.

'Stop moving around! I'm trying to sleep!'

Or was.

'Sorry,' he mumbled, 'my feet are cold and my back aches like a bitch!'

Al laughs quietly. 'I'm sorry; I went a bit rough on you, didn't I?'

'You can be as rough as you like,' Scorpius winked, relishing in the flush that creeps over Al's bare neck. 'No, but seriously, you didn't need to throw me against the wall quite as hard.'

'Oh, sounds kinky!' commented Caleb from the other side of the room, voice thick with sleep.

'Oh, shut up you dirty bastard!' said Score drily. Caleb just laughed. 'We were talking-'

'You were moaning,' Al interjected.

Scandalized, Scorpius bit Al's shoulder by way of punishment, ignoring the shock sent through his entire body due to the small whimper from Al. Caleb just raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening.

'We were talking about the rather aggressive DADA lesson yesterday.'

'Of course you were. I head your little 'you can be a rough as you like' comment,' laughed Caleb, mocking Scorpius, putting on a deep, sultry voice. 'And you call me a dirty bastard!'

After a few indignant seconds, Scorpius joined in laughing. Even Al, who was not, by any means, a morning person, chuckled, before a yawn split his face in half.

'Aw, little Ally's sleepy!' cooed Caleb, grinning.

'Fuck you,' Al mumbled, rubbing the remaining sleep dust from his eyes, elbowing Scorpius in the ribs as he snickered.

'Nah, you'd like it too much.'

Shocked, Al glared at Caleb, and then at Scorpius as he snorted. 'What is it? Be a Complete Prick to Albus Day or something? I'm going for a shower. Assholes.' And with that he hauled himself out of the bed, thanking the Gods he was wearing boxers, and stalked over to the bathroom, dramatically slamming the door at the sound of the other two boys laughing.

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It was mid-afternoon and bloody freezing, and Scorpius, Al, Rosie, Caleb, Declan and the rest of Hogwarts were sitting in the stands, waiting for the Hufflepuff versus Ravenclaw game to begin. It was the last game of the season before the Christmas break, and it was promised to be a good one. A lot of people were betting on Hufflepuff to win – they had been practicing non-stop for weeks and weeks – but that Ravenclaw would catch the Snitch – their Seeker was just better. Some people, like Scorpius, didn't really care who won, he just wanted to watch the game and be with his friends.

He had been, under great supervision, taking the pills to help with his depression, and they seemed to be working. Of course, it had only been a few days, but he had great faith in Madame Pomfrey, and, twice a day, usual at breakfast and then again at dinner, he would got and take the capsules, and he would feel much better for it. He was nicer and calmer and easier to be around, and he felt a lot lighter, too. He was told that he may see some side effects to some of the ingredients – fitful sleep, drowsiness during the day, that sort of thing – but so far he felt fine. He knew it wouldn't all be fixed with a few pills and a bit of wishful thinking – he knew it would take a lot of time and effort – but he now knew he wasn't alone, and he tried to believe he could do this.

He knew he could.

A few minutes later, both teams walked onto the pitch and the stands erupted into cheers and applause. When the game was started, everyone watched in anticipation as Bludgers were dodged and the Quaffle was thrown and points were won. There was cheering and applause and groans of frustration, and then Billy Nickleman was knocked off his broom by a speeding Bludger, but after a ten minute time-out and a thorough checking over, was gallant and well enough to get back on the broom and continue the match.

After an hour, everyone one was freezing and uncomfortable, but was still extremely supportive of the game before them, which seemed to be coming to a close. Both Seekers seemed to have spotted the Snitch simultaneously and were speeding towards it, flat against their brooms. After three attempts from Hufflepuff, the Ravenclaw Seeker, a small girl that Scorpius thought was in his History of Magic class, lurched forward, capturing the Snitch in her hand.

The game was over and, like many predicted, Hufflepuff had won by fifty points, Ravenclaw having captured the Snitch regardless.

The crowd went wild. Score and his friends were jumping up and down, whether to get some feeling into their bodies or because they were genuinely happy were not to be known.

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It was two hours later. Everyone was fed and warmed and Al and Score was cuddled up on a sofa, talking quietly so no one could hear them. Scorpius was rather apprehensive – the incident days before, the one when he had told Al he'd loved him, had not been bought up – but he'd vowed to talk and let people help, so he had to swallow his pride and talk. He had to bring it up.

'I'm sorry about the other day. I shouldn't've said anything. I'm sorry I snapped at you, I just… I-'A shushing finger on his lips shut him up.

'Stop talking. You were ill, and, um, what was it you said? Frail? Well, you were ill and frail and I shouldn't have pushed it. I understand.'

'That's not what I was talking about. Not entirely.' He mumbled against the finger, resisting the urge to lick or bite.

'Oh,' Al frowned. Then realization flickered across his face, 'Oh! You mean about you telling me that you-'

'Don't say it! They might hear.' Scorpius didn't know why Al looked hurt.

'You didn't mean it.' It wasn't a question.

'No! I mean, I did! No, wait! Oh, fuck. I do. I mean, I did. I mean… I meant it, all right!'

'So, you do, or you don't, y' know… the 'L' word me?'

Instead of answering, Scorpius groaned in frustration, pushing Al back against the sofa and pressing their lips together. It wasn't gentle by any means; it was all lips and biting and clashing teeth and it only lasted a few seconds before Rosie and Caleb were squealing and pretending to retch, clutching their stomachs.

'Merlin, guys! Get a room!'

'What an idea,' rasps Al, eyes dark, pupils blown wide with lust, smirking.

Scorpius blinks in shock before he's being dragged upstairs into the dorm, and pushed on the bed. When the door is securely locked, Al joins him.

'I am sor-'

'Stop talking,' Al growls, before kissing Scorpius again, slowly, gently.

The gentleness became firmer and the slowness became faster and shallower and wetter and more clashing of teeth and biting of lips and neck and shoulder. Robes hit the floor followed by shirts and ties and belts, trousers and socks and boxers. Hands roamed and teeth and lips and tongues explored. Sighs became moans and garbled words of 'oh, god yes' and 'please, don't stop!'

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Bodies slick with sweat, fingers coated in come, they laid there, breathing heavy, eyes closed, sated.

'So that was…' Al began when his breathing his calmed along with his pulse.

'Unexpected? Amazing? What I've wanted for a long while?' Scorpius muttered, unable to fight the flush creeping over his speckled-white chest and climbing his neck and cheeks.

'All of the above,' Al laughed.

'It was. Does that answer your question?'

'Mm, for now,' Al mumbled. After casting a quick Scourgify andcleaning them and the he curls into Scorpius' side, happy.

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It was a couple of hours later when Caleb came charging up the stairs and bounced off of the dorm room door, unable to open it. 'Guys! Open this freakin' door, would you? I need my sleep y' know.'

A few seconds later the door swings open and Caleb's senses are harassed with the scent of what can only be described as sex. 'You don't leave much to the imagination, do y'?' he laughed, undressing and climbing into his own bunk.

There was a few minutes silence, enough for breathing to shallow, but not enough to fall asleep completely, before Caleb spoke again.

'Oh, Al! Oh, yeah! Ugh! Oh, oh! Oh, Score, oh!' he mocked, making sloppy smooching noises. 'Really, y' need to learn a few Silencing charms,' he cackled.

'You didn't silence the door?' Scorpius screeched.

'I was a bit preoccupied!'

Caleb just laughed and laughed and laughed.

So, I know this is pretty crap and there's not much plot, but I thought it was getting a bit intense, so wrote this. I hope it made you smile at some point, but I'm not very good at being funny.

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