DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, IF I DID, HARRY AND DRACO WOULD HAVE BEEN GAY TOO :D (THEY WOULD SOMEHOW MANAGE TO HAVE SCORPIUS AND ALBUS TOO, BUT THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT)

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Not So Sure Anymore:

Once the hoots and hollers became too much for even Albus to handle, he gently extracted himself from Lotus. "You're excited," he mumbled to her, cursing his blush for standing out so prominently even on his tanned cheeks.

"Of course I'm excited, Albus," she replied coyly "I'm with you."

Albus grinned and sat down at the Slytherin table. In the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of platinum blond disappearing out of the Great Hall, and was momentarily disappointed. He had been looking forward to furthering his friendship with the blond; perhaps later, he mused; and began piling food upon his empty plate.

Lotus, he noticed, hardly put anything on her plate, but Albus never intervened, it was hardly his business after all. He merely smiled at her, and ate silently, contemplating possible conversation he would be able to have with Malfoy. He couldn't understand why his sudden interest in creating a friendship suddenly appeared, but Malfoy had been fun to work with, and had a good sense of humor. He always looked for that in his friends, and not having all that many; he didn't mind creating a new bond.

He hummed quietly too himself, and looked around the Great Hall. It looked like any boarding school would; kids laughing, eating, studying, and some stealing kisses surreptitiously when they thought teachers weren't looking their way. He smiled; this was the life; being in Hogwarts and feeling free spirited.

Casting a furtive glance at the Gryffindor table, he noticed his brother James acting like he usually did; arrogant, pompous, and an all around git. Albus couldn't help but grin. James loved pretending that he was on top of the world; which in general, he usually was. He wasn't the best looking of the blokes in Hogwarts, as Malfoy and himself already took that position. Nevertheless, he came in as a close second, and he usually had a different girl on his arm every other week.

Underneath it all, Albus knew that James would be there for him if he ever really needed it. They never spoke much, but on occasion they would meet randomly around Hogwarts and they'd have a nice heart to heart.

Lily had her own crowd of followers, and he spoke to her even less than he spoke to James. He loved her the same, but was never able to come up with anything to talk to her about, and would usually leave it at that. She was knowledgeable enough to know that her family was there for her if she wanted to chat; and the elder boys of Hogwarts knew not to mess, unless they wanted a nice knuckle sandwich.

Desert appeared on the table just as the last morsel of his salad entered into his mouth, and the main course disappeared. He latched onto the cheesecake in the center of the table and put a nice heaping portion into his now empty plate. He was allowed, quidditch was about an hour after dinner, and he needed to have energy. He never gained a pound from his splurging either way; he was too fit for that. No matter how scrawny he appeared to be, he had a super fast metabolism and a nice set of abs beneath his shirt. Lotus appreciated him for him, and that was all that mattered. He didn't feel the need to impress anyone else, and as Lotus had seen most of his body already, he wasn't all the self conscious.

People were beginning to leave, and Albus figured that if he wanted to get any homework in before quidditch, he'd have to leave shortly. Stuffing the last of his cheesecake into his mouth, he wiped his lips and straggling crumbs with the back of his hand, and then waved at Lotus who was still prodding at her food, talking to one of her friends. She nodded back at him, an amused look on her face.

"Love you," he said promptly, once his mouth was clear.

She giggled, and blew him a kiss. "Love you too, Ablus."

Albus was already half way to the Entrance Hall, before he turned and ran back, located Lotus, and planted a swift kiss on her lips and then ran back to the Entrance Hall. He could still hear her resounding chuckles, as he left the Great Hall. His heart soared, and he knew nothing could bother him then; he loved his girlfriend, he loved quidditch, and he loved his school. With everything together, his heart felt like it would burst with happiness.

He entered into his Common Room, and immediately set out to work. He had to write a foot of parchment for Transfigurations, and he figured he'd better start before his hour was up, and quidditch practice would begin. With that, he lost himself in his work; the noise around him dimmed as he concentrated. This wouldn't be too hard. He smirked into his quill. Life was totally awesome.

It was silent when Scorpius woke up again. His tear tracks had dried, and left a sticky rough surface on his face. He blanched in disgust, and then grunted in pain, as the sudden pounding of his head became more prominent to his aching body.

He opened the curtains around his four-poster bed. As he figured, with the silence that dominated the room, no one was about, not in the dormitories anyway. He knew he hadn't slept too long, and muttering a tempus charm, he knew he was correct. It was only seven forty five. Perhaps if he hurried, he could make it to the Great Hall?

When he walked into the bathroom however, and saw his completely dissatisfactory appearance, he knew the probability he'd get dinner in the Great Hall was highly unlikely. He stripped off his misshapen clothes, and threw it on the floor, repulsed at the sight. Malfoy's simply did not walk around in public in anything other than perfectly starched and clean attire.

With a sigh, he turned on the shower, which quickly warmed to the temperature he liked. He stepped inside, letting the water cascade down his shoulders relieving some of the tension there, and helped lower his splitting headache to a mild pounding.

As it tended to happen when he showered, unbidden images of random people entered his mind. It used to girls, and never bothered him much. Now however, images of Albus Potter surfaced to his mind, and he nearly choked, when his arousal hardened in a matter of seconds. Images of Albus Potter got him hard? What the hell was wrong with him? Pretending it was a faceless girl instead, he wanked himself raw, but green eyes, and black hair kept returning to his imagination, and nothing he did made it go away. With a scream, he orgasmed, clutching the wall with one hand, and letting his other slowly finish himself off, the last of his cum dripping into the swirling water on the floor beneath him.

With a sigh, he quickly finished cleaning himself off, and left the shower, feeling strange, if slightly refreshed. He wrapped a towel around himself, and went back into his dorm. He selected a nice pair of jeans, and cotton long sleeved t-shirt. Like all his clothes, it fit him well, and when he looked into the mirror once more, he was satisfied with his appearance this time; enough to leave the dorms behind, and face the Common Room before him.

His hair flew back as he sped around the pitch, searching in vain for the snitch. They were having a trial match; everything charmed to act like another team was against them, even if no one but the Slytherin's were playing. He dodged a bludger with ease, and turned his broom around, looking for the missing snitch. A sudden glint of gold tore his eyes to the bottom left of the pitch, and he plummeted, going after it. He imagined the Gryffindor Seeker observing his move, and diving with him. His imagination worked his muscles harder, and he sped up eager to catch the snitch first, before the Gryffindor Seeker. The latter had pushed ahead of him in his mind, and with a furious effort, he lunged forward and put the last distance between the two of them, and his hand closed around the struggling snitch. He whooped happily, to the cheers of his team mates.

"Oi! Well done!"

"Awesome mate!"

"Another game!"

The chatter got lost on him as he noticed a head of blonde hair enter the Teacher's Box, and sit down. For some reason, he wanted to show off, so with a nod to his team mates, he raced into the air, initiating the start of another game. He let the snitch go, and watched it fly around the pitch, and immediately get lost when he blinked. He grinned. This was Quidditch; this is what made him be who he was. He was sure, that one day, he'd beat his Dad; and his dad would be proud of his accomplishments. But until that happened, he was happy enough. Quidditch was his life. When he looked again to the Teachers Box, he no longer saw Malfoy sitting there. He felt a stab of disappointment, but didn't let it show; they shared a dormitory, he'd be able to speak to the elusive boy then. Fifteen minutes later, he caught the snitch a second time. Feeling victorious, the Slytherin Team packed up, and headed for the Locker Rooms.

Strolling around the Entrance Hall, Scorpius let his mind wander. He wasn't sure what he was, and he wasn't ready to go and check. If he was…his mind refused to say the word, then his family would probably disown him. He could never tell them, ever. From what he understood, there weren't many students at Hogwarts that were….different, unless, all of them, like him, were afraid to come to terms with the possibility of this queerness.

His wandering took him outdoors. Hogwarts was beautiful, the wind was blowing gently, splashing a welcome breeze in his flushed face. His longish hair blew behind him, and he felt a euphoric feeling pass through him suddenly. For a moment, everything was fine. There was nothing wrong with him; he had a good life here at Hogwarts. On the ladder of Popularity, he was on one of the higher rungs. He had good grades, and if he only kept this strangeness from his family…He scowled again, as what happened so far that day entered his head again in brief flashes. He kept on walking, the breeze blowing gently, almost caressing him, and telling him things would be fine. He raised a thankful eye to sky, and the wind blew again, faster for a moment and then slower. Hogwarts was weird, that was for sure. His heart sang with love for this school, the one he had stayed in for six years. It had sheltered him so far, and it would continue to do so. He didn't have to worry.

A distant shout brought him out of his reverie. Coming back to reality, he realized, wasn't bad if he pretended everything was fine, which it was of course. Forcing his face into the expressionless look his father had ingrained in him, he made his way towards the shout.

When Scorpius got closer, he realized it was only quidditch practice. He vaguely remembered Potter telling him there would be practice, so it was probably his fellow Slytherin's. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was in fact the Slytherin's.

Not having anything better to do, Scorpius climbed the steps to the top box where the teachers usually sat. Nobody would notice him here, he hoped.

Avidly, he watched the team weave in and out, the chasers passing the Quaffle back and forth to each other. The Beaters were full on powerful, whipping the Bludgers away from their teammates protectively.

Without meaning to, his eyes swiveled to Potter. Every so often, he would hover high above everyone else, and watch the team play. Scorpius wondered if he was the Captain. He didn't really care too much about Quidditch so he never bothered asking anyone; perhaps he would ask the other man later? Abruptly, Potter whizzed off, in chase of the golden snitch.

Scorpius watched transfixed. Potter really was amazing, and gorgeous. He didn't realize where his thoughts were taking him as Scorpius took in every feature that Potter had to offer. From his position, he could only see slight things, like the unnatural red that was his face. The breeze had gotten colder, and whipping across the field at 100 miles an hour would probably do that to a person. He also noticed how Potter's hair, though short, still turned unruly as the wind wreaked havoc to the jet-black locks.

Scorpius licked his lips, imagining what it would feel like to run his hands through that hair. His thoughts were rudely interrupted when he suddenly felt a change between his legs. He yelped, when he realized thoughts of Potter had given him a hard on.

He blushed furiously. This above everything else proved he was very, seriously gay; if it had happened only once was one thing. But this was already the third time today that Potter had…affected him this way. GAY: his mind finally formed the word. He gnashed his teeth together to prevent the whimper from escaping. He lowered his eyes, feeling the need to punish himself for feeling this way. If anyone ever found out, he would be the new target, the one to beat on, because obviously, he was unusual. The bullies knew how to pick the weaker among the crowd. He was now among the weaker; he would have to be very careful.

Scorpius stayed in the stands, sitting doubled over for a few minutes, effectively hiding himself from view. His boner had finally gone down, but that wasn't enough, he still felt dirty; as if he really had a permanent hard on, that said gay on it. He wanted to go bed and skulk. Maybe cry like a helpless little girl, because that was how he felt. Totally and utterly helpless.

When Scorpius finally looked up, the pitch was empty. He hadn't even noticed the team leaving. Resignedly he got up and stretched his aching muscles. Walking slowly down the stairs he began to make his way back to the Castle.

Bad luck, however, was on his side that night. The locker room door stood opened, and although he tried, he couldn't prevent himself from walking over, and looking inside. There were only two Quidditch players remaining. A boy he didn't know, one of the Beaters and… his breath hitched, Potter.

Potter was stripping out of his Quidditch gear. Scorpius knew where this would lead, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move his eyes away from Potter. The Beater mumbled something to Potter, and he nodded carelessly, after which the other boy left. Potter was alone now. All of his outer robes and uniform equipment were off now, His sweat-drenched shirt came next, and beneath that, Scorpius saw a godly sight. Potter turned to face a mirror, and now Scorpius had a full visual of his chest and back. Sweat droplets dripped from his body, and some more resistant sweat droplets clung to him like a second skin. His mind had stopped urging him to move, all that was important now, came down to one word Potter.

Effortlessly Potter took his already drenched shirt and tried to wipe away the dripping sweat. It was futile of course, and he only became wetter. He dropped the shirt into his rucksack and shook his hair out, drops of sweat flying in all directions. Normally, Scorpius would find this disgusting, but Potter made it look sexy.

Scorpius shuddered; and pretended not to notice how tight his pants had become. He spaced out; his eyes staring glazed at Potters general direction. Suddenly, as if finally becoming aware of a pair of eyes on him Potter swiveled his head in Scorpius' direction. Potter stood up and strolled casually towards him. Scorpius tried to move, to run; but he was rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Emerald eyes met steely gray; one confused the other guilty.

"Malfoy?" Potter's voice drifted through his frozen mind. "What's wrong? You alright?" Potter touched his shoulder, in a somewhat friendly motion on his part; but Scorpius thought he would die with the electricity that seared through that one soft touch. Unconsciously he closed his eyes at the touch, realizing a millisecond later the repercussions such an action would cause. So, he did the only thing he could think of that might be considered normal. He jerked away.

Immediately he felt a loss of the warmth that disappeared from his body; but he ignored it, and looked defiantly up at Potter. Potter merely gazed back, the confusion still eminent in his eyes. They became slightly worried when Scorpius didn't respond.

"Malfoy" he repeated, not a question this time. "I think maybe you need to go to the Hospital Wing" Scorpius couldn't answer, his voice had gotten lost somewhere when his eyes had latched onto the Sex God that was Potter.

Potter moved away from him, and put on a ribbed t-shirt, covering his pecs. Scorpius moaned softly. Potter looked over at him, really worried now. Quickly he put on his robes on and grabbed his rucksack throwing it over his shoulder. "Come on," Potter beckoned toward him, and miraculously he managed to move his feet and follow.

"I don't need the Hospital Wing" Scorpius managed to croak, once they had reached the Castle. Potter raised his eyebrows. "Maybe just a warm bath, or something I just feel a little queasy" he managed to mumble, avoiding Potters eyes.

Potter smiled "Well, we do have rights to the Prefect Bathroom" he suggested amiably. "I'm going there right now, in fact." I know that Scorpius thought and blushed. "Why don't you come with me" Potter went on, apparently not noticing the tormented look on Scorpius' face. "The bathtub is big enough to share, you can relax while I clean up," Scorpius nodded glumly, forcing himself to look at Potter. "Thank you," he said quietly. Potter nodded again.

The two of them made their way to the Prefects bathroom. Scorpius' mind refused to keep quiet at the idea of sharing a bathtub with his new sex god. He groaned loudly and pounded on his forehead. "SHUT UP!" he growled at himself. Potter who was a little ahead of him turned around in surprise. "I didn't say anything." Scorpius heard him say, his voice had evidence of perplexity.

"Sorry" Scorpius mumbled as amicably as possible. "My mind just won't fucking shut up!" he said in ways of explanation. Potter smiled again. "Ah, I know the feeling. Just hang in there" he said, grinning wildly.

Scorpius watched Potter smile, his mind light years away. He was literally melting. He was fucking melting. That smile was killing him. Plastering a smile of his own, he retorted with as much dignity as he could bring forward. "Yep, happens a lot" her murmured.

They had reached the Prefects Bathroom. Scorpius took a deep breath and followed Potter inside.

Thoughtfully, he wondered how a normal straight boy would handle such a situation. Obviously, a straight boy wouldn't be bothered to strip in front of other boys, because hey, they are attracted to girls. A moment later, he was proved correct when Potter began stripping without a second thought.

Scorpius quickly followed suit, and shed all his clothes until he was naked. He carefully laid his clothes out this time, making sure not to let the crease. He didn't want to waste clothes for no reason after all. Malfoy's, no matter how much clothing they had, did not waste things. Unless it was leftover food, he thought churlishly. His grandparents never cared about throwing out leftovers. His parents were better with this, giving the extras to food organizations. The food was always fresh, after all.

He snapped out of his trance. Being unprepared was the worst thing he could possibly do for himself right now. He dared not look at the other boy, because he knew what would happen. He would become hard yet again. So, instead, he pretended to admire the Prefects' Bathroom. Taking a glance around, Scorpius didn't even have to act as if, the Prefects bathroom was magnificent, because it was. Every part of it.

The bathroom walls, floor, and single sunken bathtub were all made of white marble. Must've costed them a fortune of galleons…unless of course they concocted it by magic. He chuckled softly to himself, and continued looking around the Prefect's bathroom. Everything was lit softly by a candle-filled chandelier; it filled the room with a nice amount of light. He was sure if he wanted a more romantic time, he'd be able to dim the lights…

The rectangular tub was the size and depth of a swimming pool, and even had a diving board, but unlike an ordinary pool, the tub is lined with about a hundred taps, each with a differently colored jewels set into the handle. Each tap automatically releases not only water, but bubble bath as well. A clean pile of fluffy white towels were always kept in a corner.

"This Prefect Bathroom never ceases to amaze me," he murmured reverently.

"I agree it's been like this since my father's time, probably even before t hat…it was probably here forever" Potter replied emphatically, taking a look around the bathroom as well.

Scorpius took that moment to stare at Potter. He was completely naked. His body was muscled everywhere, from his broad shoulders, handsome back, and toned chiseled abs. His legs clenched as he stood there looking about.

When Scorpius chose to take a stealthy look, he noticed Potter's legs were slightly hairy, it wasn't long like some of the other boys he'd had the misfortune of looking at when they'd changed into their Potter, it was really short, and thin, making his tanned skin look even darker. He imagined what it would feel like, stroking those legs, and how the hair on them would feel silky to the touch. This turned him on so much that he had to hold in a slight moan that escaped through his lips.

Quickly, before Potter could turn around, he clambered onto the diving board and dove in, the water having filled up enough not to kill him on impact. He surfaced making a small splash, as he took a breath of air.

Potter was grinning at him. "That feels good, no?" he asked Scorpius rhetorically. Feebly nodding, he beckoned to Potter to follow suit. Potter dived in as well and swam towards Scorpius.

Scorpius could barely contain his rapidly increasing breath, as he watched Potter's shoulders and back muscles working. He stayed where he was, and hoped Potter didn't have the ability to see well under water. That would have been humiliating.

Without waiting for Potter to reach him, he made a few of his own strokes and reached the end of the tub.

He turned on a few masculine smelling cologne taps, and an assemble of different colored bubble baths.

"Is that alright, Potter?" he asked, uncertain since they were sharing the same tub.

"Course," Potter replied, "You picked the best ones, and those tend to smell the best, especially after a long quidditch practice."

Scorpius laughed, and let himself relax onto a bench that was below the water, intended exactly for that purpose. He leaned his head back, and waited for Potter to initiate any further conversation. He was too emotionally exhausted to do it himself. Besides, Potter was even more popular than he was, he'd know some gossip for sure. All he had to do was wait for the bait, before replying to whatever topic Potter latched on.

Albus watched Malfoy for a minute, thinking. The other man looked exhausted, if not physically, than mentally. He didn't know much about the other boy, as all they really ever did was miss each other when entering and leaving classes, and at night, everyone was either busy with homework, or too tired to begin a conversation that might lead into the night.

Now though, they were both here, finally; now would be the perfect opportunity to learn more about the evasive boy in front of him. He remembered seeing him in the Teacher's Box and then disappearing again, only to reappear half an hour later, in front of the dressing room looking lost. Something was definitely up with the boy. What, he wasn't sure yet; but he would figure it out eventually.

"So, Malfoy." He began. He watched as the taller boy grudgingly opened his eyes, and stared at him warily, waiting for him to continue. "Err…I saw you watching the practice earlier," he continued, as a way of introduction to the strangeness that was the Malfoy boy in front of him. "But then, you suddenly disappeared." He paused uncertain. "Ah…where'd you go?" he finished, feeling lame at his attempt at subtlety, definitely not subtle at all.

Malfoy blushed, but didn't answer right away… "Ehh..I..err..needed the bathroom." He blurted out, but Albus knew there was something he wasn't saying. Deciding now was the wrong time to push for details that obviously made the other man uncomfortable, he wove into another subject, knowing it was the best thing he could do at this point.

"What subject's do you like?" he inquired curiously. "I love Potions, Defense Against The Dark Arts, Transfigurations and Charms. Everything else I like, but am not especially good at, and I don't love. Others…are just upsetting…Like History of Magic. That may be interesting for my cousin Rose. But ugh, it's so pointless…and I hate when we read up on the times about the second Wizarding War with Voldemort and everything. My dad is always mentioned..and it's so embarrassing…"

Malfoy let out a startled chuckle, but replied nonetheless. "Potions, Herbology, and Muggle Studies for me." He murmured. "The others, I do like, and I can usually get great marks, but I don't enjoy them as much as my favorites."

"Muggle Studies? Wow, I would never have guessed…isn't your father like…against muggles?"

Malfoy's eyes narrowed, but then the cool mask covered his expression, and the cold façade replaced it, it seemed that was his normal look, a façade, that he would use to hide his true feelings. He would have to get past that, eventually.

"More like my Grandfather. My Father is a pureblood, and he has his own ideas how things should be, but he never liked the way my Grandfather dealt with things, so throughout the two decades that have passed since the war, he's changed a bit."

Albus nodded, and sat down on a bench as well, facing Malfoy. The bench went against the walls, so they were on a right angle, but he could still see Malfoy's face and that was what counted. The blond boy relaxed even deeper, and Albus figured he must have drifted off. He let him, letting the warm water and bubbles to soak around him, loosening up his own tired muscles.

After about two hours, he figured they'd better head off to bed. He slipped off the bench, and tapped Malfoy on the shoulder, trying to stir him. It didn't work. He tapped again, calling out the other man's name. This time, he felt a murmur of breath escape the boys lips and knew he was waking up.

What felt like only moments later, a hand was tapping him on the shoulder, calling his name.

"Ermmm, Malfoy?" Scorpius mumbled something incoherent, and turned over. The second his face hit the water, he jerked awake and looked around. "What the hell? Where am I?" he took in his surroundings, and saw that he was still in the Prefects Bathroom, in the Prefects bathtub, with Potter. OH. He tried not to let the blush surface to his face, but it did, making his normally pale cheeks, a crimson red. "How long have I been out?" he asked Potter gruffly.

Potter shrugged "About two hours? Dunno, you looked mighty comfortable and relaxed, I didn't want to disturb you, but, since neither of us have Prefect rounds tonight, we need to get going before Prefect curfew."

Scorpius nodded his head and made to exit the bathtub. Potter noticing this figured he was awake enough, and didn't wait. He exited the pool like structure, his backside facing Scorpius.

Scorpius inhaled sharply. Potter was absolutely beautiful, he was creating a rainstorm of water droplets wherever he walked, and Scorpius couldn't take his eyes off him. He forced himself to think about schoolwork, so he might prevent his excitement from showing. With effort, it worked, and he grabbed a soft towel, tying it around his waist. Potter did the same.

Scorpius leaned over the sink and began brushing his teeth. There was silence, as both boys took care of their personal needs.

Finally, Scorpius finished, and turned to look over his shoulder to see Potter closing his bag. "You done?" Scorpius asked conversationally.

"Yes, I am." Potter replied smiling at him. "Do you feel better?"

Scorpius nodded his head distractedly. Yes, he felt a little better, but now, he was absolutely positive about his sexual orientation and preferences. And no matter how his mind may have come to terms with his situation, that still didn't prevent his parents from disowning him, or his buddies shunning him. He was terrified, and he had no idea how to handle the situations. He never liked leading people on, so he didn't want to go and date girls, then just dump them because it wasn't working for him; he would only hurt the girls that way.

"You look better" Potter interrupted his musings.

"I do feel a little better" he finally voiced his thoughts. "Still a little confused though, and afraid." He hadn't meant to say that out loud, and frantically thought up an excuse should Potter question him further.

He did.

"You're afraid? Is someone trying to hurt you?" Potter asked concern obvious in his voice.

"Nah, nothing like that….just, erm…" he could think of nothing to say." Just homework, I guess, I don't want to fail N.E.W.T.'s next year, and I just need to try really hard"

Potter didn't probe further, just nodded his head in agreement. "I understand perfectly, Mate." He said "N.E.W.T.'s are tough to handle, we can always help each other out, if there's any subject in particular you're worried about."

"Nothing specific that I know of, sometimes things just get tough, no matter how good you are. But thanks, I'll keep that in mind."

The two covered themselves with robes, and headed out of the bathroom, the tub immediately draining, now that the occupants were no longer there.

After about ten minutes of walking they finally reached the dungeons.

Water was still dripping down his hair, and he shivered as a blast of cold air hit him when they began to descend the stairs, bringing them closer to their destination. Potter noticed of course, and without hesitation, took the towel away from his waist and handed it to Scorpius. Potter was still covered of course, the robes doing an effective job of hiding the nudity that was beneath them, but he still couldn't help the blush, and thoughts that came whirling at the show of chivalry.

The two of them continued walking together the silence only marred by the whispered thank you Scorpius managed to get out, through his chattering teeth. He wanted to be warmed, and so, the visions came back. Oh, what it would feel like to hold Potter's hand… the two of them kissing each other good night… He warmed slowly, and at that point, they finally entered their Common Room. No one was around, it wasn't terribly late, but it didn't bother him. Less questions all around was better any day.

They reached the dorms, and Potter whispered a quiet Lumos, effectively lighting the area between their two beds. He nodded his thanks, and shrugged his robes off, getting into bed .He would sleep naked that night. Once he was under the covers, he slipped his own towel off, and muttering a quick drying spell on it, but the towel next to his pillow. One never knew when an emergency would crop up, after all.

He looked thoughtfully towards Potter's bed, where he was putting on his pajamas. He laughed softly, even though he could find no humor in the situation. He definitely wanted Potter, somehow, someway. But Potter was as straight as a board, he was almost certain of that. Perhaps just friends?

He yawned and started closing the curtains around his four-poster bed.

"Good night, Potter." Scorpius said as an afterthought.

"'Night, Malfoy" Potter replied, smirking slightly.

Maybe this could work after all.

Scorpius shut the curtains completely, and laid his head down on the pillow. Before he could even begin going over his day, he was out like a light.

A/N hey guys, please review for any updates, or curiosity to understand something, my profile has explanations of things I believe need explaining. (Like why chapter 12 will keep propping up until I finish editing all the chapters :p)

in other words, i had a lot of fun writing this chapter, for those of you who are reading this story from the beginning again because of the editions, note, that if time is agreeable, i will hopefully have chapter 3 redone for tomorrow. If not, the day after. It is nice getting more hits, because my story is easier to comprehend. I hope you guys enjoy, and keep reading, more smut and deliciousness in the coming chapters.