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Albus Serverus Potter was almost perfect.
He always made the good grades in school, he was captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and girls were constantly asking him out. Add in being the son of the freaking Chosen One, and he seemed like an amazing guy. Everybody liked him, he was pretty sure of that.
But his confidence was shattered when he pulled away from Malfoy's lips.
He looked into the steely gray eyes and almost smiled.
Almost.
And then Malfoy said, "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Potter?"
His heart sank.
"I didn't say you could pull back."
His head shot up and his eyes searched Malfoy's, which now shined silver.
Scorpius had a smirk on his face, until Albus all-too-happily wiped it off.
He softly pushed their lips together again, and his hands crept up to tangle themselves in Scorpius's hair. Malfoy's own hands were on Albus's shoulders, and now they pulled him closer.
Scorpius felt a tongue gently pressing on his lower lip, and he eagerly allowed it entrance. They battled for dominance, Albus quickly losing. He dropped one of his hands from the blonde mane and laid it on Malfoy's chest, which was rapidly rising and falling from the lack of oxygen.
He gently pushed his hand up inside Scorpius's shirt, and pulled him slightly closer.
Malfoy almost gasped when the cold hand touched his bare chest, then actually did when it slid up to tweak one of his nipples. The bud sprang to life immediately, something else doing the same thing.
Oh, shit.
He shifted slightly under Potter, making sure Albus couldn't feel his…problem.
Just as Albus was going to move to sit on Scorpius's lap, they heard the Hospital Wing door open.
Potter jumped back as if Malfoy's skin burned his hands.
"Albus! I heard you were in here. What happened?" inquired his younger sister, Lily.
Malfoy groaned almost inaudibly and collapsed backwards onto his pillow.
So much for a perfect moment.
The doors opened again, but this time the voice was deep and manly; a voice Scorpius recognized instantly.
"Scorpius, what is the meaning of this? What has Potter's boy done now?"
He sat up slowly and faced the speaker.
Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway of the Hospital Wing, glaring daggers at Albus Potter.