Oh my goodness guys, all those reviews made me so happy! I'm really glad people like it! Here's the second part! And the third one will follow over the next few days! I hope you guys like this still! Credit for the song go to the lovely Adele!
I know you haven't made your mind up yet
But I will never do you wrong
I've known it from the moment that we've met
No doubt in my mind about where you belong
I'd go hungry
I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling down the avenue
I'd go the end of the earth for you
To make you feel my love
Make You Feel My Love
He's leaning against the staircase when you arrive, a basket on the ground next to him. He smiles when he sees you, and you smile back.
"We're going outside," he informs you, and you notice the red fabric that's slung over his shoulder.
"Where did you get all those things?" you ask, unable to stop yourself from doing so. You eye the basket and the fabric again. He just laughs.
"I borrowed the basket from Lily, the house-elves gave me the food and this," he lifted the red fabric, "is one of the curtains of the first year dorm room. I took it down so we could use it-" You can't help but chuckle at the insanity of it all.
"Come on," he says, and he walks towards the door. You quickly follow. It's you who grabs his hand this time, and he doesn't seem to mind. His hands are rougher than yours, probably from all the time he spends on his broom.
You don't know where he plans on going, but you don't ask. When you're nearly at the edge of the black lake, he stops and places the basket on the ground.
"Good?" he asks, and you nod as he places the red curtain on the ground.
You sit down as he grabs the basket again and then takes a seat next to you. He pulls out two glasses which he thrusts into your hands before removing a glass bottle with a bright orange coloured liquid inside. You recognize it immediately.
"Orange juice?" you ask, a little surprised. It is too light to be pumpkin juice, you know that, but it is a much more popular drink. You also detest it.
"You never touch the pumpkin juice, I thought you might like this better," he tells you, his cheeks colouring. When you realize that this means he has been watching you, just like you watch him, your own face heats up as well.
You hold out both glasses and give him a grateful smile, he fills both steadily, spilling only a little of the liquid on the back of your hand.
You place both glasses on top of the basket so you can remove the traces of orange juice from your hand, but before you can do so, Albus grabs it and brings it to his mouth. Your breath hitches as his tongue darts out to lick everything off.
When he lets go of your hand, your face is flaming, he just grins.
Albus crawls closer and places a soft kiss on your lips. You note he faintly tastes like orange juice. And melons. He pulls back and locks your gazes, as if asking for permission to kiss again. Your lips form a smile and your hand slips into his dark hair.
"Okay?" he asks.
"Yes," you tell him softly.
A few seconds is all it takes before your lips are locked again.
It's lingering and slow and even more perfect than before. There is no hurry, no need to breath, no need to stop. You end up on your back, Albus is hovering over you and his hands are placed on either side of your head. Your hands are tangled in his hair.
His mouth opens and pulls in your lower lip; the small suction leaves you whimpering. Albus seems pleased by this. The next moment his tongue slides over your lip and then it's in your mouth and meets with your own.
Shudders of delight rush through your body in a way you've never experienced before. You both moan, the sound muffled by each other's lips.
You end up kissing your entire free time away. The basket remains filled with every item Albus decided to bring.
After Muggle Studies, Albus takes you to the Gryffindor common room. It's just as red as the Slytherin common room is green. It's much like you expected, but still a bit different.
His head is leaning on your leg as he is sprawled over the couch, lying on his back. You feel a bit out of place. You can feel certain gazes burning holes in the back of your head, but you try your best to ignore it.
"What muggle profession can be compared to the Aurors?" Albus asks you, his homework resting on his knees, the homework you already finished in class.
"If you paid attention in class, you'd know," you say while rolling your eyes. He grins.
"I was busy," he informs you.
"Busy with what?"
"Staring at you," he says with a smirk, and yet again you feel your face heat up. You hate how he can draw that reaction out of you so easily.
"Policeman," you mutter.
"What?"
"The muggle profession that can be compared to the aurors. Policemen," you repeat.
"Thanks!"
"Albus?" you ask quietly. His hands are playing with your hair as you lean back against his chest and one arm is wrapped around your waist. He's leaning against the large oak tree behind you.
"Yes?" he asks. You can hear curiosity in his voice.
"Are we," you begin, before falling silent again. You're nervous, what if he gives you the answer you don't want to hear? You swallow before speaking again. You have to know. "Are we dating?" you whisper nervously.
He laughs. You pout.
"To me, we've been dating since our first kiss, you moron. I thought you knew that?" he says, still laughing.
"Well, you've never said it out loud!" you argue, lip still jutted out in a pouting manner. You don't add the fact you thought the same thing. You just weren't sure.
"Will you be my boyfriend Scorpius?" he then asks you, and you nod quickly.
"Wonderful," he says before tipping your head back and kissing you. You feel giddy.
"Merlin Scorpius, do you always have to doubt everything!" Albus hisses, closing the book he had in front of him with a thud as he looks up to meet your gaze.
"How was I supposed to know they weren't being sarcastic, it's not like they've ever been nice to me before!" you hiss back, glaring furiously.
"You're such a nitwit! They were just asking you if you wanted to join them to study for Transfiguration, there's nothing suspicious about that!" Albus replies, his voice drops when the librarian glares at him.
"Well I didn't know that!" you cry, forgetting you're in a library for a moment. The librarian gives you a vicious glare again.
"You should stop being so paranoid!" Albus tells you angrily. "You always think the worst of everything. It´s maddening!"
You haven't fought before.
"Just leave me alone!" you growl.
"Maybe I'll do just that!" he growls back.
He storms out, and you turn back to your book. The anger that's raging through your body makes it impossible for you to actually read what it says.
"I'm sorry," he whispers two days later.
"I'm sorry too," you reply.
"Are you going home for Christmas?" Albus asks. You're in Muggle studies. You try to pay attention, you really do, but Albus is so much more interesting than the lecture about muggle vehicles the Professor is momentarily giving.
"I don't know. Father and Mother are going to France to visit my Grandparents on Mother's side. I'm allowed to come, but I haven't decided yet," you tell him. You don't like France, nor your Grandparents, and you know your father hates them too. He just doesn't say it out loud.
Albus stares at you for a moment. "Would you like to come spend Christmas with me?" he blurts out, catching you by surprise. Your eyes widen when you realize he's serious.
"Wouldn't your family mind?"
Albus rolls his eyes and reaches for your hand under the table. The Professor is now pacing through the room, talking passionately about the differences between the sounds cars and motorcycles make.
"Of course they wouldn't mind. And I would really like having you there," he tells you.
You smile nervously. "If you're sure," he nods. "I will have to ask my parents," he nods again. "I'd like to spend Christmas with you then," you finish, the grin he gives you nearly makes up for the nervousness you feel.
"What if they don't like me?" you question. You're sitting together on the Hogwarts Express. The compartment is empty besides you two.
"They'll like you," Albus says calmly, propping up his feet on the table attached to the wall next to the bench.
"How do you know that!" you cry out nervously.
"They're my family. I like you, don't I? I like you a lot. And they will too, just trust me," he tells you, and you feel yourself calm slightly. You do trust him. You trust him more than is probably appropriate.
He wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer, your head nuzzles into his neck. The warmth that envelops you takes away the last of your worries. You crane your neck to place a kiss on Albus' lips, but then just before you reach them, the door to the compartment opens.
"Are you going to be doing that the entire Holiday?" a voice you don't immediately recognize says playfully. You lift your head and recognize the girl by her fiery red hair. You've seen her before, but you've never really talked.
"Like you're one to talk, Lily, When you have one of your boyfriends over, it's hard to say how you find time to breathe," Albus replies to his sister, and you chuckle softly. She huffs and then occupies the bench across from you.
"Don't believe everything he says Scorpius, he's about as dense as they come," she tells you, and you chuckle again. Before you can reply, she's talking again. "Do you play chess? My entire family is absolute pants at it, Albus especially. If I want to beat Uncle Ron some day, I need to practice!" she tells you. You smile.
"I do like a good game of chess. Father and I often play," you tell her.
"You shouldn't have told her that," Albus moans beside you. "Now she'll be bugging you to play with her the entire Holiday. Here I thought I'd have you all to myself!" he whines. Both you and Lily start laughing.
It's the first dinner you have ever had without a family member with you. It is extremely nerve wrecking, but the fact Albus is so close helps slightly. Every so often his fingers brush over your hand and then you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.
"So, Scorpius, do you have any ideas about what you want to do after school yet?" Mrs Potter asks you. She told you to call her Ginny, but you don't. The woman is a bit hostile towards you, and her wary gaze rests upon you every so often.
"I'd like to be an Unspeakable," you say softly. You've never been very good at reading people, but the slightly approving expression on Mrs Potter's face is so obvious even you are able to pick it up. You immediately know you picked the right answer.
"I'm sure the Ministry will be happy to have you," Mr Potter, who also instructed you to call him Harry, tells you. You can't stop the smile that forms on your face. Mr Potter is easier, less worrisome. Every so often you catch him smiling at you. His smile looks much like Albus', and smiling back is the only thing you're able to do.
The rest of the dinner is not nearly as awkward as you expect it to be.
Albus' brother is much like their mother; he relaxes a little when the conversation topic changes to Quidditch, but not much. You have never tried out for the team, but that doesn't mean you don't like Quidditch. In fact, you're quite good at it. You just don't like the fame and the glory that comes with it.
Lily starts talking about different chess techniques and you realize the dinner almost feels normal.
"We're going to visit Ron and Hermione- Lily is coming with us and James just went back to his apartment," Mrs Potter informs you just after dinner. "Will you boys manage alone?" she asks, and before you can say anything, Albus nods.
"We'll be fine Mum, don't worry. Is there still ice cream in the fridge?" he asks and Mrs Potter nods. She leans close to kiss his forehead and gives you a small smile. You don't miss the wary look on her face, and it makes you feel much like a criminal, even though you try to ignore it.
She turns around and walks back to the kitchen. Albus pulls you closer and presses his warm lips to your temple. "Dad and Lily like you. Mum and James will too, just give them some time," he whispers into your skin. You hum softly to acknowledge him you heard what he said.
You let Albus lead you upstairs after you've said goodbye to his father and sister. You realize this is the first time you two are absolutely alone without the chances of someone walking in on you.
His room is smaller than yours, but you like this room more. Even if the walls are red.
Albus closes the door and surprises you by pressing your body against the hard surface as soon as he closes it. Your lips lock harshly. You kiss until you're both breathless. Your hands are wrapped around his neck; his hands are holding your waist against the door.
"I've been wanting to do that for hours, you've been driving me insane," he growls against your lips. You only whimper in agreement before he claims them again.
He pulls you off the door and steers you towards the bed, You just let it happen. When your knees hit the mattress you let yourself fall back and Albus climbs on top of you.
"Okay?" he asks, and you nod in reply.
His groin rests against yours and you moan, as does he. His lips find their way down your jaw before fastening on the sensitive skin of your neck. You moan loudly. He sucks harder.
"Please," you whisper, unsure what is it that you are begging for. His hips buck into yours and you moan again. You can't stop yourself from throwing your head back against the pillows, offering more of your neck to Albus' questing lips.
His hips grind down again, this time you meet him with a thrust of your own.
It's messy and clumsy and you'll know you have bruises in the morning, but to you it is absolutely perfect. He kisses you again, swallowing your moans and cries while stifling his own into your mouth.
You buck and rub and grind until you both can't take it anymore. You fall first. The fast- cooling wetness is dripping down your legs and soaking your trousers, but you can't find yourself to care. Albus falls limp on top of you as he falls as well, a wet spot forms on the front of his trousers to match your own.
"I'm so glad I finally noticed you at the beginning of this year. I can't believe I never realized before," he murmurs into your ear, and you feel your breathing stop.
"What did you say?" you choke out.
"I can't believe it took me until the beginning of this year to realize I like you," he whispers again.
Then it suddenly made sense to you. You didn't want it to make sense, you want to go back to the place you were before as soon as realization downs on you. But you can't.
He's liked you since the beginning of the school year. Since the beginning of the chances. He doesn't like you; he likes the Veela in you. How could you be foolish enough to think that he'd actually like you? Of course he doesn't. You just enchanted him, and you're still enchanting him now.
You throw him off of you, ignoring the surprised look on his face and his cry of protest. The damp spot of your release is still there, and the substance is dribbling down your legs, but you can't find the concentration to cast a cleaning charm.
"I have to go," you tell him. You don't look at him, at his reaction, you don't even listen to the words he says. You grab your bag in such a hurry, you don't realize the fact one of your sweater falls out with a thud that shouldn't belong to a sweater. You don't notice.
"I'm sorry," you just say, before you storm down the stairs and grab some floo powder with a shaking hand. You step into the fireplace with your back facing the living room. You don't need eyes to see the confused look on Albus' face.
"Malfoy Manor," you call out as you through the floo powder into the fire.
Well that was the second part! I hope you liked it just as much as the first!