AN: To the reviewer who asked why I write such short chapters: I had several reasons when I began writing this story. Most of them, however, no longer apply. Therefore, as of the next chapter, no chapter will be shorter than 1000 words (excluding my very long author's notes). I hope this makes up for the weak beginning this fanfiction had. Seriously, the first couple of chapters sucked, didn't they? (-.-)

I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Warnings: Slash. Nothing heavy though, so calm down. But if boyxboy bothers you, turn back now. I don't wanna hear about how much you hate gays. It's not my problem.

Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters or anything even remotely related to the Harry Potter Franchise, except my own copies of the books and some merchandise.

Make-Up Time

"So what's the story with you two?" Teddy asked Albus and Scorpius when dinner was over, and the younger generation had gone upstairs.

"Yeah, tell us" James encouraged.

"James, Lily. . . Teddy even. . . Please can you guys leave us alone for a bit? We have some matters to discuss" Scorpius requested. Teddy's eyebrows went up in surprise, but he complied, retreating downstairs to chat with Harry. Lily looked forlorn and went into her bedroom, leaving her door open behind her. James eyed them suspiciously, but also said nothing as he stepped into his bedroom.

Scorpius followed Albus into his bedroom and closed the door behind them. He cast a silencing charm so that they would not be overheard, and locked the door magically as well as the Muggle way.

They stood just inside the door awkwardly. Albus then proceeded to sit down on the floor, leaning on his bed. Scorpius thought it might make the atmosphere more comfortable, so he too sat down on the floor, leaning against the door.

The two fourth-years looked at each other for the first time in hours. They both wanted to say something, but neither knew what.

"I hate this" Albus eventually broke the silence. "Hate, hate, hate it" he emphasized the point.

"What, exactly?" Scorpius asked, trying to fill the silence that had once again filled the room.

"You know what" Albus said, annoyed.

"Not speaking?"

"Everything. Arguing" Albus stated, running his fingers through his messy black hair, pushing it out of his face. As soon as he let his hand fall away, his hair resumed its messy style, flopping forward into his eyes.

Once again, silence. It was heavy and strained.

"I hate it too" Scorpius admitted. The boys looked into each others' eyes from across the room.

"I'm sorry!" they said in unison. Scorpius smiled. Albus looked as if he might cry.

"No, Scor, love of my life, I'M sorry. . . I didn't mean anything by what I said" Albus pleaded. Scorpius was horrified by the sappiness of the whole situation, realizing that he too was close to tears, but his heart was warmed all the same by Albus's proclamation of love.

"It's fine. It doesn't matter" Scorpius replied. It was only a second before the boys were wrestling on the floor, fighting to show the other one just how much they loved each other.

They were literally ripping each others' clothes off, the bitter cold forgotten in the heat of their passion.

Messy, delicious kisses all over each other; sweaty, naked bodies pressed together. Exploring hands and tongues; the boys couldn't get enough of each other. . . Making as much of their flesh connect as physically possible until it wasn't enough, and Scorpius had to be inside his lover, needing to feel the tightness of his sexy ass around him. Albus needed to be filled.

Knowing that this was it; this was everything they could give each other and they were no longer holding anything back, Albus and Scorpius got lost in their moments of pure, unadulterated, perfect love; thinking only of each other and unfortunately, not of the time.

The drawback of the charm that Scorpius used to make sure no body could hear what went on inside the room, was that it worked both ways. The boys couldn't hear anything from the other side of the door either. So when Ginny was banging on the door with her fist, shouting for Albus to come out, they did not hear her. And because they did not hear her, they did not respond to her.

And because of their lack of response, Ginny grew worried and angry. Worried and angry mothers tend to knock doors down, even ones that have been magically locked.

AN: I'm really sorry if this chapter freaked you out. But I personally don't think it's graphic enough to have to change the rating.

In the next chapter, the sweet, 'perfect' wife and mother Ginny totally freaks the fuck out on poor Albus. This is the turning point; like Bree in Desperate Housewives, her façade of the ideal family will come crashing down with the realization that her son is gay. And who wouldn't have guessed it, Ginny Weasley is a homophobe. The cracks in Harry and Ginny's marriage also start to show.

The boys are fourteen, in fourth year.

Sorry. Please review anyway! Constructive criticism is welcome as well as comments on the events of the story. Questions are welcome too. (^^,)

Next Chapter: Angry Words and Bitter Tears

He'd expected his father to be the angry one and his mother to understand. He was wrong.

. . .to be continued!