AN: I must apologize now for the weirdness of this chapter! This is what can happen on a bad trip, so don't do drugs, kids!

Been listening to WAY too much Cradle of Filth lately. Consider that the inspiration for this chapter.

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Angels Fuck and Devils Kiss

"Legelimens!" Scorpius said, pointing his wand at Albus.

Albus watched as images from his past swam before his eyes, well aware that his boyfriend could see it all too. Scorpius released the spell after a moment and panted. He was working hard to master the spell, and he was glad to have a willing test-subject.

"You're getting it, babe" Albus said with pure pride, grinning at his love.

"I am, aren't I?" Scorpius grinned in return.

"Hey boys" Lily's voice greeted from the doorway. "Don't forget, there's Quidditch practice in an hour"

"Thanks Lils" Scorpius said, taking a seat on his bed in their dormitory.

"No problem. You can't be late, being the captain and all" Lily said with a smirk. Francine Jasper had graduated and Scorpius Malfoy had been chosen as the Slytherin Quidditch captain, both to Albus's pride and jealous dismay.

"I won't, Lils" Scorpius smiled.

"Neither will I, in case you cared" Albus said, sounding annoyed. His peeping smile gave him away however.

"As if Shane would let you" Lily scoffed. Albus's fellow chaser often came to remind Albus to be at practice on time. Why did everyone think he would forget? he wondered incredulously.

*

After a satisfying Quidditch session and a hot, steamy shower, the boys went to one of their usual spots; a hidden room off one of the shortcuts in the castle. Scorpius took out his potion-making kit and began preparing Asphixus, as Teddy had placed another order that afternoon.

"I have a surprise for you" Scorpius said after a few moments of amicable silence.

"Oh? A new development?" Albus asked excitedly.

"I'll make it once I'm done with the Asphixus" Scorpius promised with a smile.

They sat in silence for a while more. The potion was almost ready. . . Even Albus, with no potion-making skill to speak of, could tell by the delicious blueberry smell that was filling the room.

Suddenly, a voice spoke out of the space where no one had previously been standing. "We really need to stop running into each other like this. . . It's seriously going to get one, or all, of us in trouble someday" it said as the person it belonged to pulled off his Invisibility Cloak.

"Uncle George?" Scorpius said with a start.

"What on earth are you doing here?" Albus practically shouted at his uncle, exasperated. "You almost scared me to death!"

"I teach here now? Didn't you hear?" George looked slightly astounded that the two boys were out of date with current affairs.

"We know you teach here… He means here, like, here in this secret room that only we know about?" Scorpius interjected calmly, before Albus said something even more uncouth.

"Oh, well, I knew a shortcut to the staff room - so I took it" George raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"You know shortcuts? How many?" Albus asked, much more calmly this time.

"I did come to school here for almost seven years, you know? That was plenty time to learn the shortcuts… I pretty much know them all."

"That's awesome!" Albus replied excitedly.

"You can't tell people - teachers - about them, though. We need these hiding spots," Scorpius pleaded, though George wouldn't ever spoil their fun like that.

"I'm not telling anyone, don't worry…"

"The Asphixus is burning," George commented casually.

Scorpius jumped to tend to the potion, mindlessly, but Albus gave George a suspicious look.

"How do you know about our potion?" Albus asked, nervous now. Realizing only then that George had identified the potion, Scorpius also gave him an anxious look.

"Your potion?" George asked with surprise. "No… it can't be? That's where the 'AS' is from… Albus and Scorpius. You guys invented the Asphixus potion?" George was amazed, even if he was slightly concerned that a pair of students had designed a drug, and were selling it nationwide.

Having an internal discussion, Albus debated whether or not he should hex his uncle. Albus gave Scorpius a pointed look, communicating silently. Scorpius answered with a brisk nod.

"Obliviate!" Albus barked, pointing his wand at George's chest.

Realizing a second early, and just in time, that Albus was about to hex him, George cast a barrier that deflected the memory eradicating charm.

"Let's not try that again, shall we?" George disarmed both of them for safe measure. "I won't tell anyone about the potion, or the secret passages. You're kids… Kids do this sort of shit," he winked playfully and threw them their wands before leaving.

*

After their encounter with George, Albus and Scorpius decided to go somewhere they were less likely to get caught (again). They made their way across the grounds to the Whomping Willow. Once inside the secret passageway that was hidden underground, Scorpius set up his potion-making kit once again.

"So what's the surprise, babe?" Albus asked.

"You'll see. . . I just hope I get it right. But it's gonna be demonic" Scorpius replied with a sly grin.

"Oooh" Albus shuddered in anticipation.

The brunette watched the blonde work quickly and precisely, concocting an interesting looking mixture of swirls within his cauldron. Albus almost got dizzy from watching the spirals of fiery red and icy bluish-white intertwine.

After a stretch of concentrated silence, Scorpius sniggered. "This is it. . . It's going to be perfect"

"What is it gonna do?" Albus inquired. He was fascinated by the weird, faint shrieking he wasn't sure if he was hearing or imagining.

Scorpius just smirked evilly as he began to separate the red from the white. Carefully he poured them into two individual tiny heart-shaped vials.

"Those are cool" Albus commented as Scorpius popped corks into the openings of the vials.

"I know. I'm not going to sell these. . . This is just for you and me" Scorpius placed a firm but gentle kiss on Albus's lips.

"What is it called?" Albus asked with a grin.

"Angels Fuck" Scorpius held up the bluish-white potion "and Devils Kiss" he held up the red one.

"Nice" Albus commented.

"Which one would you like to take?" Scorpius offered the potions, one in the palm of each hand.

"What are they gonna do?" Albus asked again.

"Essentially the same thing. Just. . . opposite" Scorpius said vaguely. "I'm not exactly sure what'll happen. I just know how it works, if that makes sense"

"Well I trust you" Albus said, reaching for the red potion.

"I don't trust me" Scorpius replied, closing his fingers around the white potion. The potions glowed a little less brightly when they were further away.

"We're doing this together, just like everything" Albus confirmed with a fire in his eyes that was probably the reflection of the potion he was holding.

"For better or for worse" Scorpius agreed.

"Cheers?" Albus uncorked the tiny bottle.

Scorpius followed suit. "Cheers"

The two teenagers downed their potions in a single sip. It was only a moment before Albus felt its effects.

Scorpius would have been truly astounded to see what was happening to his boyfriend, had his eyes not been closed. The effects of Angels Fuck were taking longer to show, but they were gradually building up. His skin was glowing almost white. His hair pulled out of its loose pony tail and floated around him as if he were underwater. His eyes remained closed.

The opposite was happening to Albus, who sat across from the Malfoy. His eyes were open wide, as if he'd seen something frightening. His skin was burning. It felt like someone had bathed him in lighter-fluid and set him alight. His hair was stuck to his forehead and face, flat from the sweat.

Albus's nails began to grow at an alarming rate, into sharp points. He was convulsing. He looked straight at Scorpius but didn't see him. He could hear the shrieking clearly now; the diabolical screams and moans filled his head. He couldn't block it out. He couldn't even differentiate his own pained screams from the ones he was hearing.

He looked around the dimly lit tunnel at the shadows on the walls. The closer he looked, the more real they became, until he could see that they were not shadows, but souls.

The broken, demented souls floated around, squealing in the sickest manner. They were not like the ghosts that roamed the school; these spirits were demons. Even the edges of their transparent red figures were ragged, as if they'd been ripped away from existence.

Scorpius, silent and blind until now, oblivious to his boyfriend's screaming, opened his eyes for the first time. His irises were crystal. He looked around as if he'd never seen anything before in his life. The spirits were so close and so clear. They were wispier and lighter than the ghosts of Hogwarts. They floated about peacefully, occasionally laughing and darting about.

He couldn't even see Albus, who was a metre away. Everything seemed so transient.

After what could have been seconds, minutes or hours, -neither boy knew nor thought about it- silvery blue eyes met blood-red ones for the first time. Fire and ice.

As Albus and Scorpius's eyes met, something shifted and both their worlds changed, converging into one. The light, laughing spirits floated in between the screaming red demons. And all was one.

Albus screamed and Scorpius laughed. His laugh went from gentle and pure to maniacal. He laughed like a deranged man until he couldn't laugh anymore. Then he began to cry. The shrieking was warping him.

Scorpius reached for the only person who was real at the moment; the only thing tangible.

Albus shrunk into Scorpius's embrace, hyperventilating and shaking violently, eyes still wide. Scorpius sobbed as he cradled the demonic-looking being he loved.

There was nothing they could do to end it but wait this one out and hold each other until the horror ended.

AN: Please read EvanescentCrimson's story to fully understand George's involvement in the story. As one reviewer (of his) pointed out, it's nice to see the events from a different perspective.

Again, sorry for the weirdness but you know, bad trips: they happen. . . Therefore, "drug is bad. Not do drug!" LOL. You know who you are.

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Next Chapter: Who Said You Could Touch Me?

Draco felt like crying. The Department of Magical Law Enforcement? An inquiry? Fighting with Harry? It was just too much.

. . .to be continued!