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Becoming of a friendship

Chapter XII

Scorpius stayed locked inside a toilet stall for hours. He waited there 'till everyone went to sleep. When he was sure that no one would see him, he left the bathroom quietly and walked towards his bed, but when he reached it, Scorpius gasped. His bed wasn't empty. He felt his heart leap. He immediately recognized that mop of messy dark hair.

What the…

He kneeled beside his bed, in front of Albus' face. Scorpius was mesmerized by how much Albus looked peaceful in his sleep. If it wasn't creepy, he could stay there and just look at him until the sun rises. It was the only time he could freely stare at him. A small smile appeared on Scorpius' face. Albus looked so fragile and innocent… Scorpius stretched his arm and caressed Albus' cheek. To his surprise, Albus grinned in his sleep. Scorpius touched him again. Albus unconsciously moved closer. Scorpius' smile widened. But then he noticed something: Albus was holding his pillow against his chest. Scorpius' heart rate quickened. What does this mean? Was there still some hope for them?

Scorpius looked at Albus lovingly. He sat on the edge of the bed and tried to free his pillow from Albus' grasp. It was cold and wet with tears. Had Albus cried on it? Scorpius felt really guilty. It was his fault. He had been too rude. He had to apologize to him as soon as possible. Besides, he knew he couldn't stay away from Albus for too long. His absence made him feel empty.

He tried to loosen Albus' grip on the pillow again. But Albus held it tighter and grumbled. Scorpius tried not to laugh.

Oh, Al, I just wanted to make you more comfortable…

Albus was still wearing his school uniform. Scorpius hesitated for a brief moment before taking off Albus' shoes. Then, he tried to untie his tie. His hands had started shaking lightly. Albus wasn't making it any easier. He didn't want to let that pillow go and his lips were parted in a sensual way that made Scorpius forget his main purpose. The blond boy tried to clear his mind. He finally managed to get the tie off and unbutton the first two buttons of Albus' shirt. Albus had started moving in his sleep. Scorpius got up from his position. Albus shouldn't find him there, undressing him, after what he had just told him. So he closed the bed's curtains and went to sit on Albus' bed.


Albus woke up with a weird feeling of emptiness in his chest. He didn't want to return to the sad reality. He had had a really nice dream:

He was sleeping, when he felt a soft hand caress his cheek. He opened his opened his eyes and saw Scorpius. Albus felt genuinely happy. He straightened up and hugged the blond boy. Then, Scorpius kissed him, holding him tightly against his body. At first, the kiss was slow and soft, but it soon became more passionate. Albus moaned as Scorpius started nibbling his neck and unbuttoning his shirt. He lied on the bed again, and Scorpius sat astride him, a mischievous smirk on his face. Albus took a deep breath as the boy he loved put his hands on his hips and slowly started pulling down his pants…

And that's where Albus had woken up. What wouldn't he give to make this dream come true? And what was he going to do now? He had gotten hard, yet again. This had become part of his everyday life. He couldn't stop having dirty thoughts about Scorpius. His dreams were more vivid each time. Albus sighed. He slid his hand in his underpants. He grabbed his cock and began stroking it slowly. He shut his eyes and a moan escaped from his mouth. He pressed harder. He imagined it was Scorpius' hand that was playing with his cock. Albus' breathing had become too heavy. Someone might hear him. So he stretched his free hand towards the bedside table, to take his wand, to cast a silencing charm. But there was nothing on it. Though, Albus remembered very clearly placing his wand on the bedside table. He opened the drawer.

What the fuck? These aren't my things!

And then he finally realized what had happened. He had fallen asleep on Scorpius' bed… Albus felt his face get hot. He felt even more ashamed when he thought about what he had been doing a few moments ago. But then he noticed something else: the curtains were closed and he wasn't fully clothed. He was sure he hadn't moved after curling up on Scorpius' bed. Had Scorpius…? At the thought of him unbuttoning his shirt, Albus' unsatisfied erection got even harder. If only he could cast a silencing spell… He searched in the drawer again. Maybe he could find Scorpius' wand. It wasn't in there obviously. But he found something that caught his attention. It was a small tube of lube. Albus' mind jumped immediately on the worst conclusion. Was Scorpius seeing someone? Anger and jealousy took possession of his whole being. He would find that guy and kill him.

Ugh, Albus, come on, that's crazy…

But he would ask him. He could never calm down if he didn't know. But what if Scorpius really had a secret boyfriend? Only the thought of it made him feel sick. No, he would have told him if he had one, wouldn't he? Albus got up abruptly; he wanted to know now.

Albus rushed to the bathroom. He needed a cold shower. But when he entered hurriedly in, he bumped against someone and lost his balance. A strong pale hand prevented his fall.

"Whoa, slow down, mate!" Scorpius said with a laugh.

Albus' cheeks flushed. "I-I have t-to…"

"No, wait a sec!" Scorpius hastened to say and grabbed Albus' arm as the dark-haired boy tried to get away.

Albus hesitated. Scorpius shouldn't notice the bump of his crotch.

"Please," Scorpius begged. His pleading expression was so adorable, Albus couldn't refuse.

Oh, Merlin, help me…

He stood there, his arms awkwardly interlaced, his hands covering his crotch. Albus felt really stupid. He knew it would only make it more obvious, but he didn't know what else to do.

Scorpius took a deep breath. "I… I'm really sorry for yesterday. I shouldn't have reacted like that. I shouldn't have doubted you… I - I hope you will forgive me."

He sounded really sad and tired. It was only then that Albus noticed how miserable Scorpius looked today. His face was even paler than usual, which made the dark circles under his red, swollen eyes, even more noticeable. It was obvious that he hadn't slept at all. And it's my fault, Albus reminded himself.

"I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn't have forced you to say it…"

"So… still friends?" Scorpius asked and held out his hand.

Albus smiled. It was just like when they were kids. An image of two little boys shaking hands popped up in his head. He squeezed Scorpius' hand and said the exact same thing the small dark-haired boy used to say: "Of course, Scorp', I'll always be your friend."

Scorpius grinned widely and his tired face lit up. Albus knew he remembered these words as clearly as him. But then, this short moment of happiness was interrupted by an overwhelming feeling of melancholy. Albus realized he missed those days. Everything was so much easier back then… It was years of innocence and airiness. Things had changed so much since then… He felt guilty, guilty for being on the verge of breaking that childhood promise so many times, now that he was supposed to be more responsible. Poor Scorpius… if he knew… He was a bad friend. Scorpius deserved better. Someone he could really trust and rely on.

"I'm so sorry," Albus whispered. "For everything."

Scorpius looked at him with a confused expression. Albus didn't want to have to explain, so he quickly mumbled "I really have to go now" and went to take his shower, letting a lost Scorpius behind.


David hadn't slept at all either, because of three persons: Albus, because he couldn't stop thinking of him, Malfoy, because Albus preferred this boy to him, and finally Wilson, because he was making his life a living hell.

He missed Albus' company very much. Their fight was only two days ago, but it seemed like an eternity to him. He wanted to talk to him again, he needed his presence. But he didn't want to make the first move. It was Albus' fault, so he was the one who should apologize. David wouldn't allow himself to appear like the weak one. He had some patience, so he would wait… But what if… what if Albus didn't regret his words? What if he never talked to him again? No, that was not possible, he was a Potter… He would come back.

He would come back but he could never be truly his. Albus didn't seem to be aware of it, but he was depending in a strange way of Malfoy. David knew Albus could never let Malfoy. He would never stop being his friend, even if it meant that David wouldn't be a part of his life. It was the pure truth, a cruel fact that felt like a blade in David's heart. He knew he should forget him. Nothing would change anyway. As much as it hurt to admit it, Albus belonged to someone else, whether that someone deserved it or not.

He had never liked that Malfoy kid - and not only because of Albus. From the very beginning, a strong antipathy towards him was born. If he wanted to be honest with himself, he should admit that it was caused mainly by jealousy. Scorpius Malfoy was rich, handsome, athletic, smart, confident, and his family was still quite powerful, in spite of their really dark past. Roughly, he was everything he wished to be, which was exactly why the fact that Albus had chosen him hurt him even more. Keeping in mind also that Malfoy's ancestors were all servants of the Dark Lord, who had destroyed Albus' father's family… How could Albus like someone like him? Of course, he could hear Albus say firmly: "He's not like them." But how could Albus be so sure? Did he really know Malfoy as much as he thought? When they met each other they were only kids, and then, they hadn't talked for two years. Albus could be so naïve… He was just like his father: he trusted people easily and forgave even more quickly. David was sure that Albus should be more careful, mostly because he knew how sensitive that boy was.

And then, there was that Wilson prat. He knew the feelings David had for Albus, and seemed determined to use this discovery to annoy him even more. David couldn't understand why Wilson was so mean to him. They had never gotten to know each other, so he could see no reason for Wilson to have a grudge against him. And lately, he was becoming more and more unbearable. The only explanation Wilson had ever given him was that David wasn't acting like a true pureblood Slytherin he was. But was this the real reason? It didn't sound like a reason enough to treat him like that.

You're a disgrace to our kind.

Even if he hated Wilson, those harsh words hurt him. He knew he wouldn't stop, even if he talked to him, but he wanted to know why that guy was so obsessed with him. Maybe if he knew why, he could find a way to improve the situation… maybe.


David left the dungeons and headed towards the Great Hall. At the turn of a corridor, he saw a tall boy with dirty blond hair, wearing a Slytherin uniform, standing his back against the wall.

Oh, shit.

David quickened his steps and walked past him, his gaze on the floor, all his courage gone. He heard an evil sneer and felt a hand violently pulling him back.

"Not so fast, Collins!"

Ethan pinned him against the wall. David's heart rate fastened.

"So, you're ignoring me now?" Ethan hissed.

"I just… I d-didn't see you," David stammered.

Ethan grabbed him from the collar of his shirt.

"You think you're smart, don't you?" he said, narrowing his eyes.

His face was only inches of David's. He didn't seem to have the notion of personal space. David tried to escape, but Ethan placed his wand under his chin, a menacing look in his unusual eyes. Fear seized David. Ethan looked really dangerous with his ferocious gaze and his sharp canines.

"You're shaking, Collins," Ethan simply stated.

David tried to control his body. "What's your problem with me?" he asked in a trembling voice.

"I just don't like you, that's all. Your stupid face is annoying me. By the way, you look even worse than yesterday…"

Ethan leaned and whispered in his ear: "It's because you didn't get to fuck Potter, isn't it?" The feel of his breath against his skin gave David goose bumps. "See? I told you you're nothing. Potter made the right choice," Ethan continued, his words like poison.

"SHUT UP!" David yelled and pushed him away with all the strength he could find. "You disgust me."

Ethan's face hardened. It was the first time David saw him like this. He looked almost hurt. Then, Ethan's eyes flashed with anger. He threw himself on David and pushed him violently. David's head banged against the wall. And before the boy even had the time to feel the pain and react, Ethan crushed his lips on David's own.