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Experiments? Or Regrets?

Previously on MITTC

Albus nodded unconvincingly, staring at Scorpius, who's eyes were shining with glee and anticipation.

"If after you've finished kissing numerous boys, and you're still unconvinced, you can kiss girls too, and see what happens…depending on who you get more of a reaction from, that will determine if you are gay or not."

Albus shook his head, clearing it. "Are you sure this will work? He asked uncertainly; already feeling his conscience choking him for even contemplating Scorpius' experiment.

"Positive."

It took Scorpius almost a half an hour to convince Albus to get up, and then another fifteen to actually make their way back to the castle. By the time they reached the Entrance Hall, Breakfast was already in session, and with a nod at each other, the two boys made their way into the Great Hall, looking, as if nothing strange had gone on, whatsoever. Which in reality, nothing had happened….yet. Scorpius sought to change that. Casually, they approached the Slytherin table, and were thankful when nobody looked twice. After all, not a few days prior, Albus had been beating the poor sod to a pulp, and now they walk in together? It would have proven suspicious. But everyone was into their own breakfasts, and post, and last minute homework…none the less, their arrival couldn't have been less conspicuous.

Once they were sitting, and Scorpius had been nibbling on a piece of cheese for some time, with Albus doing nothing but stare at him, the former coughed, and straightened slightly in his seat, looking at Albus inquiringly.

"Well? I'm obviously waiting with bated breath here," Albus said glibly.

Scorpius couldn't help but bark out a laugh, getting a few dark looks in the process. "I'm sure." He replied cheekily. "Bated breath my arse, you're scared shitless, your Slytherin Pride just won't let you admit it."

Albus' cheeks flushed a dark hue, and he scowled angrily at the Malfoy heir. He said nothing however, and Scorpius went back to nibbling on his cheese, musing in his thoughts, a smug look adorning his features.

"I will need to give you some…tactics, because I'm obviously better than you." His voice was full of mirth, and his face bright, nearly unable to keep a smile from lighting up his expressionless face.

"Of course," Albus supplied darkly.

"Are you ready to begin now?" Scorpius asked seriously, watching the raven in front of him.

Albus hesitated, before lifting his head in the air, and putting a fake smile on his face.

"I'm ready."

Albus could not understand why he was following along with this crazy thing Scorpius called an 'Experiment'. This could go wrong so quickly, and yet, the bouncy energy that came at him in rivulets from his fellow Slytherin was hard not to get addicted to. Besides, they had something now. What that something was exactly, he didn't know. They were being civil. They had shared a heated kiss, and then slept in the same bed for one night. .Whoop. That definitely didn't call for him going along with the 'ploy' the gorgeous boy beside him had thought up. It would prove effective of course, seeing as if he would get no reaction from other boys; he would definitely not be gay, he'd be straight with a thing for one Scorpius Malfoy.

A poke in the ribs had him rushing out of his reverie fairly quickly. Instead of throwing out a jibe, Albus sighed, and waited for the blonde to talk. It was obviously important.

When the other boy was certain Albus was listening to him, he spoke up, his voice soft and whispered out.

"Saying as most of the student body is in the Great Hall eating, our best bet is the library, and corridors."

"Library first." Albus said, his voice rippling with uncertainty. Scorpius merely nodded, and the two headed for the library, Albus secretly hoping they wouldn't meet any boys on the way. Fate wasn't with him however, when they came across a boy, probably a year younger than them, a smile on his face, and mop of blonde hair adorning his angular face.

Albus felt his breath hitch slightly, as he took in the features of the younger boy before them. And it was then that Albus panicked. What if no boy really wanted to kiss him, would he be left with any pride at all? He couldn't force someone to kiss him that would just be…rape. He closed his eyes, and stiffened, worry clouding his features. He wasn't a Malfoy; he had close to no experience in hiding his emotions, especially when he was terrified; like now, for instance.

Scorpius gave him a push in the boy's direction, whilst walking towards the boy himself, taking him in, analyzing.

When Albus just stood staring, his mouth agape, Scorpius gave him another helpful shove, and he nearly fell; straight into the arms of the surprised boy, who, on closer inspection appeared to be a Hufflepuff.

"Well, hello there." The amused Hufflepuff said to Albus, who was blushing so red, he could rival a ripe tomato, and win.

"Hello," Albus squeaked in reply, and then realized exactly what position he was in, quickly straightened himself out, whilst the Hufflepuff let him go, taking him in, calculatingly.

"Is there something I can help you with?" he asked curiously, eyeing the two Slytherin's with mild apprehension.

Scorpius eyed Albus, waiting for him to reply, but when nothing happened, and Albus continued giving a fairly good impression of a dying fish, Scorpius finally gave in, feeling pity for his confused friend, and answered the Hufflepuff, trying to stick as close to the truth as possible, but not anywhere that would humiliate the Potter heir.

"He lost a bet." Scorpius said mildly. "and the bet required he kiss a boy if he lost."

The Hufflepuff seemed to understand where this was going, and flushed, but with a courage that belonged to a Gryffindor, he did not flee down the corridor.

Scorpius snuck a peek at Albus, and saw that his friend was scowling angrily at him. He shrugged surreptitiously, and indicated Albus continue the talking, especially if they were to get anywhere.

"What's in it for me?" The Hufflepuff inquired of Scorpius, since he seemed to be the Alpha male in this bet. Albus gulped, but Scorpius was prepared.

"If you would like a galleon for you troubles that can be arranged." Scorpius said smoothly.

The boy seemed to mull it over, and then, with an almost arrogant air, said "I'm not gay, I'm doing this for the benefit, you understand right?" he glared at the two older boys, and waited for them to contradict him. They didn't, and Albus slowly made his way to the younger blonde, with the yellow and black robes. He continued to hesitate, even as they stood less than a half a foot apart.

Scorpius nearly lost his patience, and was about to intrude when finally, the younger boy leaned forward, and captured his friends lips with his own. A surge of jealousy ran through Scorpius and he glared, an almost deadly stare, at the other blonde boy, eyes grey molten steel.

The blonde Hufflepuff took his lips off Albus', and the latter mewled. The sound went straight to the Malfoy heir's groin, and he growled. Neither of the other two noticed, and for that, he was thankful. He couldn't go all animalistic here.

"How far does Potter here have to go?" he asked curiously, for not being gay, he sure didn't seem to mind kissing the other man, Scorpius thought churlishly. "Just snogging."

Scorpius did not ask how the Hufflepuff knew Albus' name; the only thing that went through his mind was Mr. Hufflepuff is kissing my man. This is so not turning out the way he had wanted. And then he wanted to smack himself, for Albus, certainly wasn't his by any means. He sighed. This would be a long morning.

When the kiss had finished, and Albus was left breathless, hopelessly aroused, and embarrassed, he thanked the other boy quietly, and waited for the Hufflepuff, whom he learnt to be Thomas Brown, leave the vicinity, before he felt comfortable to talk to Scorpius.

"It didn't work." He finally said, dejection lacing his voice and eyes. He saw Scorpius eye his obvious erection that was visible through his opened robes, and flushed angrily, and quickly snapped his robes together, and looked at Scorpius defensively.

"I don't see how not," Scorpius told him gently, no malice entering his soft voice. "You're very obviously…excited."

It didn't work, because he reminded me of you, and obviously, you arouse me." Albus retorted stiffly.

Albus watched with some satisfaction as Scorpius gaped at him, surprise and a flicker of happiness crossing his features, before he hid his emotions once more, behind his usual mask.

"I wish you wouldn't do that." Albus said finally, his eyes roving over the façade of indifference that donned that Malfoy heir's face more often than not.

"Do what?" Scorpius replied, obviously having no idea what his fellow Slytherin wanted from him.

"Cover your face in that blasted mask you always use. I like seeing your expressions and feelings, it makes me feel more welcome.

Scorpius raised his eyebrows, and Albus stared resolutely back. He was not giving in to this one thing. Nothing was said, and Albus would have said that Scorpius was battling with some sort of conflict, but as nothing showed on his face, he couldn't be sure.

"Fine." Scorpius muttered, his eyes downcast, refusing to meet Albus' eyes.

"Fine?"

"I'll show my bloody emotions, or I'll try at least." He said uncertainly, finally looking Albus in the eye, and Albus nearly reeled back in shock by how much emotion that one look had. "but I will only do it in front of you, if we are in public, do not expect me to show a single emotion. Understand?"

Albus nodded numbly, and Scorpius snapped his mouth shut, seeing as the former agreed.

"Now that that is over and done with, let's continue with this experiment, seeing as it didn't work the first time."

Scorpius nodded, and the two continued on their original path, the library only a few corridors away, as was Albus' preference. A few more boys and they'd surely know, right?

It turned out that finding a few boys for Albus to snog wasn't as simple as they had originally thought. On their journey to the library, they had passed three eligible bachelors; and the disgusted looks they all shared, told Scorpius very obviously what kind of people they were, and quickly steered Albus away before he could broach the topic of their 'bet' as was their cover story for why Albus suddenly had to kiss numerous boys.

They were less lucky as they entered the library. A half dozen Ravenclaw girls were sitting there, all discussing a particular difficult essay, and there was not a boy among them. Further down the aisles proved futile as well. There were a couple of boys sitting further along, but getting one individually would arouse suspicion, and Albus wouldn't hear of it.

Finally, all the way at the end of the library aisles was a boy sitting alone, and scribbling furiously. He wasn't bad looking, soft brown hair, and a slightly freckled thin face, lean body, and strong legs. Albus looked up to Scorpius, as if asking permission and Scorpius nodded his head, although on the inside he felt like dying. This was the worst idea in the history of time. But he really like Albus, and he would help him, if it was the last thing he did. However, he decided not to help Albus in this one. And as Albus looked at him pleadingly when Scorpius said nothing, he merely shook his head, and motioned his head in the direction of the other boy, (a Ravenclaw this time.).

Scorpius watched as Albus sighed resignedly, but walked forward nonetheless. The man should have been sorted into Gryffindor with his bloody courage; but Scorpius would never mention this, as he would get a punch in the face, and bloody lip if he so much as mentioned the possibility of Gryffindor. It seemed to be a sore topic for the lad, one he didn't understand, but never brought up, saying as he liked the way his life was, just as it was.

He sat down on a bench far enough away to give Albus privacy, but still close enough that he was able to hear.

Albus sat down, next to the Ravenclaw, Scorpius noted, and cleared his throat uncertainly. The light brown haired boy looked up curiously, and smiled at Albus. Potter was well known, for obvious reasons, and most liked him, just for being his father's son. If only he was that lucky, Scorpius mused thoughtfully. His father got him places, but being that his father was the son of a death eater, and an ex death eater himself, didn't give Scorpius much to be thankful for.

"I lost a bet," Scorpius heard; when he had shaken himself out of his thoughts. Albus was acting all shy, and Scorpius wanted to jump him right there, consequences be damned. He was sixteen, for fucks sake, he couldn't help having an overactive libido.

The Ravenclaw chuckled, as he listened to Albus' sordid tale, that had never happened, and he could see that the Ravenclaw was thawing under Albus' charm. It was obvious that that was not how he introduced himself, because what normal person began a conversation with 'I lost a bet' but nonetheless, Albus seemed to be doing fine, and for a moment, Scorpius swelled with pride, that is until he saw the Ravenclaw firmly attach his lips onto Albus, and he saw red. He gripped the bench tightly, his knuckles turning white; but he refused to interfere, Albus needed this, he need this..he needed this.

Scorpius could no longer control himself, and he jumped up, heading towards where his friend was being snogged as if his life depended on it. The closer he got, the hotter he felt, and the more his dick itched to escape their jailed confines.

He was torn between giving himself a good wank, and yanking the cute Ravenclaw boy away from Albus. Giving himself a wank won heads on, as his cock throbbed painfully. He looked both ways, and then at the two boys in front of him, they were none the wiser, and Scorpius took this opportunity to cast a disillusionment charm on himself, saying as he owned nothing to render him invisible.

Once he was satisfied, he released his aching prick, and quickly took it in hand, and rubbed himself raw as he watched the two other boys making out in front of him. When a moan escaped his lips, he realized with a hazy mind, that he had not cast a silencing charm, and quickly put one up around him. The two boys in front of him seemed to go on and on, even going as far as to explore each other's bodies.

Scorpius was torn between pain and pleasure. Pain, from seeing Albus make out with another bloke when he wanted those lips exclusively for himself. And pleasure, from watching said friend enduring such intense enjoyment.

Scorpius had almost neared his climax when Albus straddled the Ravenclaw, deepening their kiss even further, and rutting himself against the latter's hips, the moans increasing in volume, and that was when Scorpius lost it. It was the hottest thing he had seen in a while, and yet, Albus seemed to have forgotten about him. He had half a mind to rip the Potter heir away from the clutches of the Ravenclaw, but instead decided he would sulk, like a true Malfoy never would. Before he could stop himself, he orgasmed, his semen spraying up in a large torrent of cum, and some hit his hair. He didn't realize this as he rode out his pleasure, rubbing himself, until the last drips left him.

He sank against the table, angry with himself for doing what he had done. But he'd be in a lot more trouble if he didn't clear away the mess…Cum had a way of smelling like sex after all. Albus would know what happened in a second. With a quick scourgify, he cleared the mess up. When Albus still did not look up, a piece of his heart left him, and he left them there, feeling as if he would cry at the loss of seeing Albus in the hands of another man; but how could he scold him for it, when it was his idea to begin with?

Dejection flooded through him, and as he left the dark library, he countered the disillusionment charm, and headed for the closest classroom, to do as he had intended before his climax had interrupted him. Have himself a nice and long sulk. Classes be damned.

Scorpius locked the door behind him, and then slumped down against the wall. Albus would not find him. Of that, he was certain. He would be so deeply in pleasure, he would forget all about him, and then continue with the rest of his life, with his new Ravenclaw boyfriend.

Something wet fell onto his crossed arms, and it was only then he realized his sorrow had caused him to shed tears. He didn't deign to stop them, as no one was there to see his Malfoy pride slowly crawling out the window, along with his friend Albus.

He didn't bother casting a silencing charm around him as his silent tears turned into sobs. He brought his knees up to his chest in the best defensive posture he knew, and then lowered his head into his knees, his arms protecting him from the hardness the bones in his knees had to offer. He didn't bother with cushioning charms either. He obviously deserved to be uncomfortable. He had sinned, somehow somewhere, and this was his punishment for doing as such. The heartbreak of losing Albus Potter. All for a stupid idea he had thought would help his friend. It had backfired on him, well and truly. He kept his head lowered, and continued to sob.

Albus noticed the absence of his friend as soon as he came up for breath. It wasn't so much an observation as a feeling, and when he looked into his surroundings, he saw that he was indeed right. Scorpius was nowhere to be found.

Worry clouded his eyes, and his Ravenclaw consort must have noticed this, because his hand came softly onto the Potter heir's face, and asked with obvious concern what was bothering the boy. Albus leaned into the touch without noticing, and in a soft tone explained that he couldn't find his friend who he had entered the library with.

With obvious regret, Albus stood up, and off the lap of the other boy, he gave him a chaste kiss on the lips, before turning and nearly running out of the library. He paused though, remembering he still hadn't gotten the other man's name. This one would be one to remember after all, if their combined enthusiasm was anything to go by.

The Ravenclaw clasped Albus' hand softly, and they stared into each other's eyes, "My name is Ciaran Cooper." The brown haired boy said softly.

Albus nodded his head, but didn't wait any further before sprinting down the aisles of the library, in search of his elusive friend. He had a bad feeling about this, and he knew it had to do with him. But until he could find Scorpius, there was nothing he could do about the guilty feeling.

Albus' heart pounded deep in his chest as the library was empty of the shock of white blonde hair he was so yearning for. But the Malfoy heir, very obviously was not in the library. He reached the entrance, and slowed his pace accordingly. Getting a scolding from the very old Madam Pince would do nothing to help him in his search.

But then, Madam Pince saw everyone that entered and exited the library. She probably would have seen in what direction Scorpius had went.

Mustering up his courage to speak with the old woman, he stepped up into her quarters and spoke quietly, as was necessary in the library, but loudly enough that her failing ears would hear.

"Madam Pince," he said respectfully.

The woman nodded at him, to show she was listening, eying him with the glare only that woman was able to pull off. He didn't back down, and instead asked his question. "Ma'am, did you see Mr. Malfoy leave the library?"

He had been expecting a yes, so when Madam Pince told him a thorough no, he got very concerned. Scorpius was very obviously not in the library, and so it must have meant that Scorpius left under a no detection spell, or maybe a disillusionment charm, which would have prevented Madam Pince, or anyone for that matter to see him.

Albus thanked her, and left the library, wondering which direction to go for his missing friend. He was about to turn left, when he heard a choked sob come from his right. On any normal day, he would have ignored it, but today wasn't a normal day. Who was to say it wasn't Scorpius that was crying.

Feeling like the grandson of a Marauder that he was, he silently followed the doors, until he came upon the first classroom that was next to the library. He tried the lock, and although that was fixable with a quick Alohomora, he was careful nonetheless, and kept his wand out for security measures.

The sobbing came from a corner of the room, and Albus felt his heart melt as he sighted his friend hunched into himself, his head between his knees, and his body wrenching with sobs.

Albus renewed the locking charms, and added one his father had taught him, that would prevent anyone else from entering, before slowly walking over to Scorpius. Asking 'are you alright' would be stupid, as any other words, Albus realized suddenly. Scorpius needed comforting now, physical one at that, and words would get him nowhere right then.

Albus got to his knees, and wrapped his arms around the bigger boy. The one who had taken his beatings, and his bullying, and still took the time to help him in his time of need. Scorpius was a true friend, and now it was time for Albus to give back to him.

Scorpius leaned into him, his sobs renewing with a fervor.

"I'm sorry," Albus said quietly. "I went too far, didn't I?"

Scorpius could only nod helplessly, and Albus tightened his arms around the boy, and kissed him on his silky blond strands.

"I'm really sorry," Albus said again, even though he did not expect a reply. He held Scorpius protectively to his chest, and kept murmuring nonsense in his ear like a mother would, rubbing his back soothingly, and kissing his head every so often.

When Scorpius' sobs quieted to muffled sniffles, Albus kissed his forehead never letting go of his protective grasp on the Malfoy heir.

"I have been quite selfish tonight," Albus said quietly, keeping his voice hypnotic, so as not to disturb the boy in his lap, who had finally been comforted somewhat. "and I will forever be sorry for how I took advantage of you tonight. You were trying to help me, and I didn't consider your feelings in this."

His reply was a sniffle, and Albus chuckled humorlessly, wondering how Scorpius would react to his next bit of news. "One good thing, though." Albus said, his voice still soft. He kissed Scorpius on his blonde tresses again, and then continued. "I'm gay."

A startled laugh burst out of Scorpius' mouth. And Albus couldn't help himself but to lean down and capture Scorpius lips in a chaste kiss.

"What's funny?" Albus asked, his hand stilling momentarily from the circles he was tracing on Scorpius' back.

"Nothing," Scorpius replied, his voice laced with humor. "Who would have thought, the Great Albus Potter, son of the Chosen One, Boy Who Lived, etc. etc. would be gay?"

Albus' retort was a smack in Scorpius' bum, which earned him a yelp.

Albus merely smiled, and continued holding his friend protectively in his arms.

A/N on any other normal day, I would continue this chapter for a bit longer, but it is 1:15 am as it is, and I'm exhausted. I probably made countless grammar and spelling errors along the way, and do intend on fixing them, because I don't like messy stories that are unclear. So bear with me on that, and enjoy the story for now.

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