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My Little Fantasy

Heading out to Hogsmeade after breakfast Al and Louis wandered around for a while before Al left his cousin to his fans to go get some sweets. Louis was still convinced that he might have gained some weight and so flatly refused to step into any store that sold anything remotely fattening. Al was pretty sure Louis would snitch some from him later, but for now the blonde was adamant about watching his intake. Well that and Louis was rather annoyed with him since he kept breaking out into random fits of laughter whenever he remembered Rory's pancake comment. He couldn't tell Louis what it was about without risking Rory's life so he was giving lame ass excuses that his best friend wasn't buying for a minute.

Walking through the aisles of the store Al paused to studying a new kind of lollipop that resembled a neon yellow slinky on a stick. Could be fun, he decided as he retrieved two from the glass container. Louis would want to try it no doubt.

"Practicing your licking technique?"

A shiver going down his spine Al didn't have to turn around to know who was whispering in his ear.

"My technique isn't your concern." Doing his best to appear unaffected Al studied the candy, pretending disinterest in him or his words.

"That's debatable, but not why I came over here. I've been thinking about yesterday." Scorpius continued, not to be put off. "And according to you I won our little duel, right? Which would mean you owe me, as my spoils. I plan to collect." He still thought Potter had won, but as a Malfoy he had no compulsion about not fighting fair to get what he wanted.

Now Al felt a shiver go down his spine for a whole other reason. He knew that tone of voice. That was his victorious, 'I've got you right where I want you' voice. When the Slytherin used that tone of voice Al knew he was in serious trouble with a capital T. And that was before he thought about what the man had just said. "I thought we'd called it a draw?"

"I. Don't. Think. So. Are you welshing on our agreement?"

Well aware of the crowds around them Al did his best to keep his voice low and even. "What do you want?"

There was a time and place for everything. "Meet me by the Shrieking Shack in twenty minutes. It's far too crowded in here." And trusting the Gryffindor to show up Scorpius moved backward to rejoin the crowd, heading for the door without a backward glance.

Heading for the Shack Scorpius wasn't kept waiting long, the Gryffindor appearing out of the light fog left over from the recent rain. The man was carrying a bag from the sweets shop with him and Scorpius had to smile a little, wondering how much chocolate was in the bag. He recalled well Potter's Veritaserum induced confession regarding his chocolate addiction. It was good to know he could always bribe the man with chocolate.

Walking up to the Slytherin warily Al did his best to look cool and composed as he walked over to stand beside the man, looking in the direction of the Shack as he spoke. "So what is it you want?"

"One of your fantasies."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Reaching out Scorpius grasped the Gryffindor's chin and forced the man to meet his knowing gaze. "I want one of your fantasies. One that you would never willingly tell me about. I want to know what it is…and if I like it, it just might become a reality. So spill, Potter, if you're a man of your word."

Al's mouth opened and closed several times, color reddening his cheeks as he stared up at the Slytherin in shock. "But that's not fair!" He blurted out, his blush moving up to his ears as he considered the man's request. "I'll have sex with you, but I am so not telling you any of my fantasies. That was NOT part of the deal."

"So you'd rather have sex with me, even though you're annoyed with me, than tell me one of your fantasies. Interesting. Just what are these fantasies, Potter?" Keeping a firm grip on the other man's face Scorpius moved in so that their faces were a breath away. "Just what sort of dirty thoughts go through your seemingly innocent mind, I wonder?"

Gulping, Al forced himself to keep eye contact. "That's none of your business."

"Again, that would be debatable. It is my business unless you're planning on going back on your word." Scorpius purred, his voice low and sinfully erotic. "Because you agreed to be my spoils if I won, Potter. And spoils have to do whatever their masters tell them."

Shuddering in reaction Al bit down on his lower lip, not sure how to proceed. He was not about to let the man know his most secret desires, he wouldn't even tell Louis most of those. There were just some things that were too private to share with anyone else. He wasn't even sure he'd be comfortable admitting some of them to his future soul mate. But he didn't want to welsh either. He hated the idea of the Malfoy being able to hold the win over his head. The only possible way out that he could see was to suggest something he did feel comfortable sharing with the Slytherin. But what fantasy did he have involving the man that he was willing to share?

"And if you're thinking of tricking me I'll expect your word it's one you'd have never told me otherwise."

Damn Slytherins. Their minds were just too devious to trick easily.

But then again, Al realized, he would have never willing told the Slytherin any of his fantasies so they all applied.

Taking a deep breath Al forced himself not to reveal any of his thoughts on the matter as a cool head was most definitely needed now. "Fine. But I'll need the rest of the day to decide which one to tell you."

A slow, pleased smile crossing his face Scorpius watched the man closely. "The Room after dinner?"

"I'll be there."

"As will I." Leaning forward Scorpius placed his lips against the Gryffindor's to seal the deal.

On an annoyed sigh Al couldn't stop himself from lifting his hands, sliding them into the Slytherin's hair as he returned the kiss, sinking into it as his body swayed closer. God how he loved the man's mouth, Al thought as their tongues came into play, stroking each other's lazily as they both savored what they thought was their victory.

Finally breaking off the kiss Scorpius enjoyed the dazed look in the other man's eyes, seeing it as proof that he was finally winning at this game they were playing. "See you then?"

"See you then." Al echoed.

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Heading back towards the castle Al was lost in thought, desperately trying to come up with a fantasy that Malfoy would accept. There was a sly little voice that whispered all sorts of suggestions, and it took a great deal of effort on Al's part to ignore it. Especially since the voice was pointing out that this was probably his one and only chance to have Malfoy fulfill one of his most erotic fantasies. But he knew why the Slytherin had started their affair in the first place and he couldn't forget that. He couldn't share such an intimate part of himself with a man who would have never touched him sexually without an ulterior motive. That Malfoy wanted him now didn't negate that. Or at least that was the best excuse he had at the moment. The truth was probably that he was just too much of a coward to follow through.

"Would company bother you?"

Turning Al forced a smile on his face as his eyes met Lysander's. He hadn't even heard the Ravenclaw come up behind him. "I'm happy for the company." That was sort of a lie, and Lysander would understand, but Al thought the diversion would probably do him some good.

Returning the smile sincerely Lysander walked over and linked his arm through his friend's, knowing instinctively that Al had a lot on his mind and could use a friend. "Need an ear?"

Al looked over, knowing that he could trust Lysander to keep anything they said between the two of them. He didn't need Lysander's word not to spill, they both knew that the other would take their secrets to the grave with them. They'd been keeping each other's secrets since they were old enough to have them.

"I have a hypothetical scenario for you." Al began, continuing when Lysander nodded encouragingly. "Suppose you stupidly made a bet with someone and by losing you…well the winner decided that what he wanted from you was a secret. An embarrassing one that you would never have told him willingly. Ever. Would you tell him…or would you refuse and have to live with the fact that you welshed on the agreement. You know the guy probably wouldn't tell anyone else, but you don't trust him not to make fun of you or…make you feel ashamed and embarrassed. "

Lysander was quiet for a good two minutes as he weighed the pros and cons, Al steering him along the path since the Ravenclaw tended to trip and fall when he was deep in thought. Finally Lysander felt he'd considered the options but still needed a bit more information in order to make his final findings known. "I guess I'd consider why this person would want to know the secret in the first place. Especially if he doesn't intend to use it to blackmail or ridicule me in front of others. And if the reason he wouldn't tell anyone is that no one would believe him over me than I'd have to wonder why he'd waste a bet on something like an untellable secret when he could have asked for something else like money or having to do his homework."

"Huh." Al considered this. Now that Lysander brought it up…why would Malfoy choose something like this? Okay yeah, the bastard would know that it would make him uncomfortable and embarrassed, but still, in the grand scheme of things the request didn't make a lot of sense. It wasn't like the sex between them needed spicing up. Any better and they'd both die of heart failure in the throes. And the only reason Malfoy had started having sex with him in the first place was to try and gain control over him but if that were the case…wouldn't this be the ideal time to put that into motion? Weren't there better ways for the Slytherin to use his loss against him to manipulate and/or control him?

Had Scorpius…lost sight of why he'd started all this in the first place?

And if so…why?

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Al still hadn't come up with an answer to the questions by the time he was forced to admit that he couldn't put off leaving the dinner table any longer. If he ate any more he was going to hurl.

Getting to his feet Al looked around him and then accepted that there was no one he knew who he could shoot the breeze with. He was doomed.

Dragging his feet all the way to The Room of Requirement Al raised an eyebrow when he saw that Scorpius stood waiting for him outside the room as opposed to in it. Since the man could see him Al had to stop dragging his feet and picked up his pace until he was standing in front of the man who made him feel like prey.

"I was wondering if you weren't going to show up."

He'd been wondering the same thing. But he'd made himself, and now it was time to face the music. Horrible, blaring, bad opera music. "So are you standing out here for a reason?" Al asked, not about to explain himself or his lateness. He'd shown up and that was all the Malfoy needed to know.

"Just waiting for you." Was his casual reply, shrugging his shoulders. "So since this is your fantasy, care to do the honors?"

Doing his best to ignore the butterflies in his stomach Al nodded and then moved to walk back and forth in front of the wall, the door appearing on the third pass. Walking over Al opened the door and then held it open, motioning for the Slytherin to walk in.

Doing just that Scorpius raised an eyebrow when he entered to find the room completely empty without a hint of furniture or windows. The only light came from the ceiling, a small chandelier hanging there to provide just enough light to illuminate the small room. Turning at the sound of the door closing Scorpius gave the Gryffindor a questioning look. "Interesting décor."

"I don't need furniture to answer a question, now do I?"

"You're that confident I won't be willing to participate in your fantasy after you tell me?" Now he was really, really curious.

Normally he cursed the difference in their heights, but today Al thanked the fates that he was so much shorter. Walking to stand in front of the Slytherin, his head just brushing the side of the blonde's jaw, Al spoke to the man's shoulder as opposed to the man himself. There was just no way in hell he could talk about this while looking Scorpius in the eyes.

"I spent the whole day thinking about what to tell you." He began softly, lifting his hands to splay against the Slytherin's chest, somehow finding some comfort in the contact. "Peoples fantasies are a private thing. A lot of what we might imagine are things we would never do in real life, even if we trusted the person we'd be doing it with. And I don't trust you anymore than you trust me. We don't have the emotional connection either, which is even more important than the trust issues. So no, I don't see the point in thinking for a minute you'd go along with my favorite fantasies involving you. So I'm just going to tell you one and then I'm leaving."

Considering this Scorpius wrapped his arms around the Gryffindor's waist, insuring that the other man was going nowhere until he allowed it. "So you think I don't trust you?" He didn't, exactly, but he knew the Gryffindor well enough to know there were lines the man would never cross. He'd imagine the man could say the same about him.

"I don't think, I know."

"Well you wouldn't be entirely wrong." Scorpius saw no point in lying. "But if I were hanging over the side of a cliff I would take the hand you offered."

Surprised, Al craned his neck back to meet the man's gaze. "You would?"

"You're not the type to offer a hand unless you mean it. That and you aren't the vigilante type. Even if I'd done something wrong you'd do your best to bring me in alive so that I could spend the rest of my life rotting in prison."

"Well that's true." Al's lips twitched. "And I'd come to visit you just so I could rub it in."

Scorpius chuckled, well able to imagine the man doing just that. "And you could be my monthly conjugal visit."

Al laughed, the tension easing out of him as he imagined the hoopla that would cause. "Oh yeah, that would go over real well with our parents and the prison warden. Not to mention your fiancée or wife, which ever she was at that point."

"Have you met the girl my grandfather's picked out for me? I'd take a bang once a month with you over having her every day."

Blinking at the backhanded compliment Al gave the Slytherin a questioning look. "Then why are you going to marry her? Why spend the time you have before you get put in a real prison stuck in another kind of prison? Why not enjoy what time you have left?"

"You're so sure I'll end up in prison?"

"You're so sure you won't? If your grandmother hadn't helped my father you probably wouldn't have even been born. Your grandfather AND father would have never gotten out of Azkaban." Al pointed out. "And since you want to be your grandfather when you grow up…well that includes doing things that will get you arrested and wishing I'd drop by for that conjugal."

"So you wouldn't be stopping by for that?"

"Hmmm." Sliding his hands up Al wrapped his arms around the man's neck as he considered the question. "Well I suppose I could find a way, seeing as my father is the head of the Aurors. Plus I am on a first name basis with at least half the law enforcers you'd be dealing with. But still…unless you end up in prison right away, I might be taken by that point."

"Taken? I was under the impression the law made that unlikely." Just the idea of the Gryffindor being unavailable to him steamed the Slytherin more than it should have.

Al shrugged. "Well my aunt thinks she can get the laws thrown out in the next two years. It will only eliminate the legal repercussions to being gay, but I'll settle for that for now. We can always have a Muggle wedding, it's legal in their world. So our marriage wouldn't be recognized in our world, but at least we'd have the rings and the meaning behind it."

"You'd get married?"

"Why wouldn't I want that? Unlike you I'm smart enough to do my own picking in that regard. Why shouldn't I get my happily ever after?"

Scorpius stared down into the other man's eyes, tightening his grip as though he could keep the man from someday belonging to someone else. "And you think there's a guy out there for you?"

Al looked back at him. "I do."

"And how will you know he's the one?"

Al's immediate thought was to point out that he knew himself well enough to know when he loved someone, but he doubted Malfoys put much stock in the idea of marrying for love. And it felt horribly wrong somehow, to talk about this seriously with the man who held him so tightly.

So Al tried for a touch of humor instead, working a grin onto his face. "Well for starters the sex would be even better than what I'm having now."

"Is that so?" Well he'd just see about that, Scorpius thought darkly. He'd raise the fucking bar so high that no one could begin to compete with him.

And there was no time like the present to start.

With the fantasy he was going to get out of Potter whether the Gryffindor liked it or not.