DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, IF I DID….WELL, I'D BE RICH, AND NOT BE WRITING ON FANFICTION, ALSO, EVERYONE WOULD BE GAY.. HEHE..EXCEPT FILCH :/
The song "It's Raining Men," is owned by the Weather Girls. Not me..just saying.
The original name for this chapter was, 'Is there something wrong.' This is not a new chapter, I merely changed the wording.
NOTICE: This chapter has been revised and redone from its original version. If there are still grammar and or spelling errors, please, send me a holler.
Thanks for reading.
Obviously, Something Is Very Wrong.
Albus lay in bed, his down comforter rolled up to his chin, and his hand under the pillow. His body was facing Malfoy's bed, thinking. That boy was certainly something. Albus smiled; he knew they'd be friends. Who couldn't possibly be friends with that man? He was charming, exciting, mysterious, and obviously good looking, they were competing for top 'model' after all. He smirked at the muggle term he had thought of and suppressed a chuckle. Repositioning himself, he lay on his back, and faced the canopy of his four-poster bed.
The Slytherin green and silver colors calmed him greatly, and he managed to shut his eyes. He had never felt this serene before, his normally whirling thoughts were at a minimum, and the only thing he managed to think of was how they had officially met, and had spurred this random, hopefully budding friendship. He would have to thank his father for setting him up with Malfoy, had he not, they would not have spoken at all. Their Prefect's meetings never counted, as hardly anything was ever spoken between them. He'd have to change that of course. He figured he'd go to the Head Boy or Girl tomorrow, and ask him to start partnering him with Malfoy when they went on Patrol. He knew it wouldn't be too much of a problem, Malfoy tended to Patrol the halls himself, he never wanted a Partner to tag along, but maybe he could be the exception to the rule? He certainly hoped so. He really looked forward to the potential in this friendship, and he wasn't interested in losing it. It would take a lot for him to do anything to disrupt it, and he wasn't asking for anything but a chance.
These thought's eased the last of the tension in his tired body, and he found himself drifting to sleep, images, and reflections of Scorpius Malfoy still in the forefront of his mind.
When Scorpius awoke to darkness, wet sheets, trembling body, and a pounding heart; he couldn't help but sigh in consternation. Yes, he scowled at his mind I get that I'm attracted to Albus freakin Potter, must you rub it in even as I sleep? His mind didn't reply to him, but it wasn't necessary, the warm stickiness that clung to his chest and lay spattered on his naked lower half, and all over the surrounding blankets was enough to convince him that this was pretty steep. He seemed to orgasm a lot over Potter lately, and he was certain, if Potter ever found out…it would be an abrupt and complete ending to whatever tentative friendship they had started.
As Quietly as possible, he stood up, trying to avoid more stickiness, now cooling slightly, and reached for his wand on his nightstand. With a flick, his bed was clean. After another swish, the bed was neatly made. Glancing down at himself, he grimaced in distaste, and figured a cold shower was in order. At least he'd be the cleanest of the Slytherin's.
He wasn't disgusted at cum, not per se anyway. If it was a lover he was sharing it with, like Potter his mind interrupted him; he ignored this, he would be rubbing himself against said lover, and it would be sexy. But just coming from a dream, with no lover in sight…That was just upsetting. It was reality, but a sad one. Now that he was perhaps…gay his mind helpfully implied for him. Yes, that. Scorpius thought back…But he refused to think about it. His mind though, being more unhelpful than the opposite, murmured quietly to him, conviction and encouragement in the tone. You think, that because you are gay you won't be able to have any lovers anymore? Don't you even understand how many people are gay in the world? He shut up his conscience, and muttered angrily. "Well, not in Hogwarts, you bastard!" The last word came out in a hiss, and with a dignified twirl, he left to enter the bathroom.
He stared furiously into the mirror. His reflection stared back. He did not look like himself. His eyes were sunken, blue markings of tiredness underneath his eyes. His face was paler than normal, and his hair was in disarray. He carded his hand through it, and mussed it even further.
He refused to explore his body, lest his mind deigned to show him pictures and fake videos of Potter doing terribly naughty things there, next to him. But thinking about not thinking of Potter made the images show up, unbidden in the recesses of his mind. He shut his eyes despondently, feeling rejected at his inability to control himself.
His prick hardened almost instantly. Potter, obviously the cause, he shivered, putting his arms around him defensively. The cold water from the shower should help. His mind reminded him. With a whimper he nodded heartily to himself, and jumped into the shower, as if there were ancromantula's and a basilisk after him.
The cold water felt heavenly on his flushed and heated body. He reveled in the feeling of the coolness floating down past his shoulders, and massaging his back and arse. Subconsciously, he let his palm wander to his receding erection, and rubbed at it; pretending that Potter was not what he was thinking about.
He didn't climax right away, he dragged it out, to the point of almost torture, pinching at his nipples, and biting his lips. Imagining it wasn't himself that was doing these actions. He tickled his thighs, and teased around his groin area. He moaned, and whined, willing himself not to climax. But after a few insistent jerks on his throbbing cock, he exploded, falling against the wall. He slid down, and let the cold water pool around him.
It was five minutes after that, when suddenly a picture of his father, and grandfather entered his mind. His elders, that were Purebloods like himself. Purebloods, who most certainly would never accept a queer for an heir. And yet, here he was, wanking to a boy, orgasming over a boy, thinking about a boy, falling in love with a boy…This would have to stop. He couldn't risk being disowned. Being…gay…He gulped, terrified, he would have to keep it down low. No one could know of this. Not even McKenna; and least of all Potter, the myriad of his thoughts and dreams.
Morosely, he soaped the rest of his body, from where he sat, feeling helpless, on the floor. He let the water rinse himself clean, and then pushed himself up, letting his miserable feelings, and thoughts drown with the water, down the drain.
When he finally went back to bed, and collapsed into his fresh, clean, and good smelling sheets; he couldn't help feeling dirty, even though, in reality, he was sparkling clean.
Albus opened his eyes when he felt a bright light shining above his fluttering eyelids. He wasn't however, in the Slytherin Dormitories as he would have imagined himself to be. Instead, he was in an empty field, the grass as soft as a cats' fur. He cuddled into the feeling, wondering why he was here, but not really caring very much. Here, he felt content, peaceful.
This meadow like creation, seemed to have different parts; from his vantage point, he was in the soft grass area, oak like trees positioned here and there, hammocks hanging from a few of them. Curious, he got up from his comfortable spot on the grass and looked around. In the distance, he could see the grass turning into flowers, tall, as if it would reach one's hips if they strode through it, and cover a toddler, like a maze.
Deciding to indulge in his inquisitiveness and see what else this field like meadow had in store, he moved towards the flowers. Suddenly euphoric, he wished he had wings, so he could get there faster. Doing magic had occurred to him, but this place was too beautiful and special to mar with magic.
No one was around, but the silence wasn't ominous. It was peaceful. Albus kept walking, and took advantage of the long sweeping lawns and big blooming flowers. Suddenly, an idea occurred to him. He would explore the entire field, and lay in each one, try it out..see what it's like.
He adored that idea, and so, he immediately lied down within the bed of flowers. When he looked around, he no longer saw anything other than the flower stems, the underside of the flowers, and the sun, streaming through the gaps the flowers created. The earth he lay within, did not make him dirty. It smelled clean and fresh, it was also soft. He felt so giddy; never had he been in such a place, with soft grass, pretty blossoms, and what else did this place have?
He forced himself to enjoy the blooms for a bit longer, before he pushed himself up, dusting nonexistent mud off his….trousers. It was only then that he realized he was naked. He blushed scarlet, suddenly thankful that no one was there to see his humiliation. What happened to his clothes? Frantic, he began searching around him, and then remembered that somehow, even though he hadn't realized this mishap, somewhere in his subconscious, he was aware of it. Why else would he feel the contact of the grass and mud directly on his skin? He sighed dramatically, and pretended he wasn't stark naked in a gorgeous field of…wondrous things..
The sudden yearning of understanding what this place was about crashed heavily upon his shoulders, adding a strange burden that wasn't there before.
He was here for a reason, he gathered that already, but why was he here, and what sort of mystery did this place hold?
Carefully, he moved away from the flowers, being extra cautious not to tread on anything that may cause harm to the tall and strong blossoms around him. It took him longer than expected, he was able to see the end of the bed of flowers, but for some reason, every time he neared the end of the flower area, it seemed to drag on further. Wondering if this was a trick he didn't understand, he closed his eyes, and willed himself to be at the end of the maze of beautiful blooms. He wanted to be here, but there was still more to explore and see; he was sure of it.
When he opened his eyes, he was standing at the end on a path, no longer in the sea of tall buds.
He followed the path, it was made of cobblestones, and moved on for what seemed like an eternity, he slowed his pace, and took in every detail around him. There wasn't a lot to see here, except more grass, flowers, small ones, that dotted that pathway, as if showing the way to destiny.
He kept walking, and suddenly, he heard light tinkling music, he strained his ears, and realized that it wasn't music, it was singing. Surprised, he searched the surrounding areas for the source, and noticed sparkling things flying above him, littering the area.
Upon closer inspection, he saw the flutter of wings, and small, tiny bodies. They were fairies. Amazed, he let himself plop down, right there in the path, and held his hand out, hoping the fairies would come to him. A select few did, while the others just blinked and smiled at him, as if they knew why he was there, and where he was supposed to go.
In a flash of inspiration, he spoke to the first fairy that landed on his palm.
"Do you know why I'm here?" he asked her softly, hoping beyond hope he would receive a reply.
"Yes," she answered, but said nothing more.
"Yes?" he asked uncertainly; why am I here then? And where must I go?
The fairy observed him for a few minutes, not replying. Then finally; "You are here, because you're destiny is here, and to meet your destiny, you must walk till the end of this path, where you will find a very peculiar, and yet spectacular sight. Your destiny will be there, and you must sought it out, or it will only fall, and your destiny can be ruined."
Confused, and yet happy that something was finally explained, he nodded to the fairy, "Thank you,"
The fairy flew out of his palm, and back to her crowd, the music continued to play, as he stood up, and made his way further down the path, to meet his destiny.
The path led to a stream, but not just any stream; the lake was clear, like anyone would be, the only difference was, it had a majestic aura coming from it. It sparkled, the sun glinting off the surface, as if diamonds coated the top of the water, and not just soft waves. One could see clear to the bottom, if they so desired, and he was certain, if he were to step inside this spectacular lake it would be warm too.
He walked a few paces alongside the stream, when he came face to face with an abundance of things he certainly wasn't expecting to see. These 'things' were in fact people. Beautiful, dazzling, stunning, and gorgeous people and they were all looking at him expectantly. The people in the lake looked very much like his cousins, Louis, Victorie and Dominique, who were of veela decent. He gaped in wonder at all of them there. They were all completely naked, like himself, and there was a mixture of boys and girls within the little river of crystal clear water.
Apparently, people went around naked here. His self-conscious still screamed at him, but he ignored it, and made his way to enter this stream.
He padded to the edge of the water carefully, and entered it. The brook was like nothing he had ever felt before. The lake was for no better words, very much like heaven. Except it was wet. Very wet. He sank comfortably into the warm water, and was able to see down to his toes. Both of his expectations were met.
"Thank you for joining us" A male voice welcomed him. He nodded at the blonde male, and then did a double take. The male was Scorpius Malfoy. And he was awed at the sight. Scorpius Malfoy was the most appealing thing he had ever seen in his life; and being related to veela cousins, and aunts… he knew striking.
He gaped at Scorpius, unable to steer his eyes away. This was ridiculous. What was Malfoy doing here anyway? He mumbled an excuse, and tore his eyes away from the handsome sight. And there, when he turned away, he saw his girlfriend Lotus. Lotus was even more beautiful then she was in real life. Real life? This must be a dream. He stared at her worshipfully, nearly forgetting about how sexy, and amazingly handsome Scorpius had looked. He turned around now, that he remembered, but Scorpius was nowhere in sight. He frowned, upset at the loss, but turned his attention back to Lotus.
"Hey, my gorgeous girl" He told her softly, reaching his hand out to her. She took it smiling and began pulling him with her, away from all the gorgeous people. He almost protested, but she stopped him with a long deep kiss. The kiss was like no other, sensual, loving, and urgent.
Perhaps this is what the fairies meant by his destiny? Was he supposed to end up married to Lotus?
"I love you, my dear Albus," She told him, with a sad look on her face.
"I love you too, my baby, but… what wrong? Why do you look so forlorn?" Was he wrong? Was this not his destiny? Was he causing his angel to be sad? A tear ran down her face, and Albus wiped it away with a slender finger.
"Something is coming, and they are trying to take you away from me."
Albus gasped, that couldn't be! He loved Lotus, he would never let anyone take her from him.
"NO!" he yelled aggressively. No one seemed to hear him. "NO!" he shouted again "No one will take away my girl from me!" Lotus did nothing to stop Albus in mid rant. She just looked sadly on, and waited for him to calm down. When he finally did, she looked at him tenderly.
"Let me finish, A ghra. A amhain.(My love. My only)"
Albus nodded helplessly.
"There is someone who seems to have fallen into the trance of your beauty."
Albus looked confused. "My beauty?" he asked uncertainly.
"Yes" Lotus nodded "Your beauty"
Albus looked down on his nude form, then back at Lotus' nude form.
"You're beautiful; I'm just…decent looking."
He felt even feebler as she looked back at him, with a sparkle in her eyes.
"One day, you will understand your own beauty. And that day, you may just find a new lover…" She told him sadly. She had started fading. "Just look out for the signs, my love," She told him as goodbye.
"Noooo!" Albus shouted, anguished "Noooo! Don't leave me Lotus don't go! Stay with me please! I love you! Noooooooo!" Lotus disappeared completely, and Albus couldn't handle it anymore, he fell into a heap on the floor, as tears pooled angrily in his eyes, and dropped in torrents onto the floor. "She's gone," he whispered into the nothingness "She's gone!" he sobbed like a child into his hands. Wishing she would return. It seemed like forever, but his tears didn't stop flowing. His tears kept on refreshing itself, and his energy didn't wear out. Must have been the strange power this place beheld, he thought sullenly, suddenly wishing he could run out of energy so he could just sleep off whatever he was feeling, and get away from whatever hell of reality this was.
What felt like hours, passed by him in a haze, and he finally stopped crying. Lotus was very obviously not returning to him.
He remained where he was, and didn't move. He closed his eyes, and pushed out all possible thought. He refused to think about what Lotus had told him.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Lotus?" he asked hopefully, not wanting to look up.
"No, It's me, Scorpius Malfoy." The voice replied.
Albus looked up at the godly looking creature. Scorpius' hair came down until his shoulders, platinum blonde, and silky looking. Albus reached his hand out, and touched it. It was really soft.
"What are you doing here?" Albus asked him grudgingly.
"Your fairy god mother told me to find you" Scorpius retorted cheekily.
Albus couldn't help it. He smiled. "Well, alright then, take me to your leader" Albus responded, just as audaciously; wondering what had gotten into him. He had yet to find his destiny, and yet here he was, playing games?
Scorpius reached a hand out and helped him to his feet. Albus stared at him with awe-filled eyes. No matter how much his mind screamed at him destiny! Destiny! DESTINY! He ignored it, Scorpius Malfoy here was obviously going to help him.
Not really knowing what possessed him, he leaned forward, and kissed Scorpius straight on the lips. Scorpius showed no sign of surprise, and responded, kissing him back, albeit softly. Albus quickly came to his senses and smacked Scorpius' hand's that were holding him around the waist, away from him. "That is never to happen again!" Albus said, shaking to the core.
Scorpius merely grinned, and kissed his cheek. "You are a very beautiful boy Albus" he told the trembling Albus.
Even more frightened now, Albus stepped back, away from Scorpius, and paid no heed to where he was going. And then he fell.
Albus awoke with a start…It took him a couple of minutes to come back from the dream he had. It felt so real! It was frightening and curious at what the innuendo played out. Suddenly, he heard a soft crooning voice. For a moment, he thought he must have never woken up. Who in their right mind would play music and sing, especially in such a godlike crooning voice? It was sweet, brilliant, and very sensual to hear. But seriously! He strained his ears and listened to the words, recognizing Scorpius' voice. He didn't recognize the tune, or the song, and wondered where Scorpius had learnt it. Perhaps it was a Muggle tune, and that's why he didn't know it? He perked his ears up, to let the sound penetrate better.
Hi - Hi! We're your Weather Girls - Ah-huh -
And have we got news for you - You better listen!
Get ready, all you lonely girls
and leave those umbrellas at home. - Alright! -
Humidity is rising - Barometer's getting low
According to all sources, the street's the place to go
Cause tonight for the first time
Just about half-past ten
For the first time in history
It's gonna start raining men.
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men! Amen!
I'm gonna go out to run and let myself get
Absolutely soaking wet!
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah!
It's Raining Men! Every Specimen!
Tall, blonde, dark and lean
Rough and tough and strong and mean
God bless Mother Nature, she's a single woman too
She took off to heaven and she did what she had to do
She taught every angel to rearrange the sky
So that each and every woman could find her perfect guy
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men! Amen!
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah!
It's Raining Men! Ame-nnnn!
I feel stormy weather / Moving in about to begin
Hear the thunder / Don't you lose your head
Rip off the roof and stay in bed
God bless Mother Nature, she's a single woman too
She took off to heaven and she did what she had to do
She taught every angel to rearrange the sky
So that each and every woman could find her perfect guy
It's Raining Men! Yeah!
Humidity is rising - Barometer's getting low
According to all sources, the street's the place to go
Cause tonight for the first time
Just about half-past ten For the first time in history
It's gonna start raining men.
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men! Amen!
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men!
Scorpius Malfoy ended the song, and strummed a few random notes on his guitar. That was definitely a random song. Suddenly, something his Aunt Hermione had mentioned to him about crazy songs in the Muggle world came to him. She had played a small part of it in a Muggle Device, and later explained that it was a gay song. He wasn't certain if this was the song she had mentioned, since other than those few notes, he could remember nothing of the song. Not that he had anything against gay men he didn't think, but why would Malfoy sing something about gays. Was he missing something?
Albus shuffled slightly in his sheets and was furious and completely taken by surprise, to find out his manly hood had hardened somewhat. How had that happened? What could cause him to have a hard on? He did not need an erection now. The sheet gently went over his prick, and he nearly screamed aloud with how sensitive it felt.
"Son of a BITCH!" he cried out , the voice was sweet, and he knew Malfoy wasn't serenading him, but maybe it was the whole dream, yes, that was it. Definitely, Lotus had turned him on. He would need to speak to her later…
All of a sudden, there was silence, a slight shuffling noise, and when Albus emerged his head from behind the curtains to see what the commotion was; Malfoy was sitting with his legs crossed reading a book. As if nothing happened. Had something happened?
Albus widened his eyes in surprise. Where the hell was the guitar? He was positive he heard strumming. That must mean he didn't want people to know he played…but why? Malfoy had a really nice voice. Oh boy, was he going bonkers.
He shrugged his shoulders and decided to play dumb.
"Hey mate!" Albus said as cheerfully as he could muster. He could not get the vision of Naked Scorpius Malfoy out of his mind. Malfoy grunted in response.
"You certainly are up early… "He trailed off; Malfoy didn't seem to want to make conversation. Better for him, he didn't have to worry about saying something overly stupid.
Albus gathered his things and headed to the bathroom. When he got there, Malfoy was somehow already there, shirtless and in boxers. He was in the middle of brushing his teeth, and nodded his head at him in recognition. Albus smiled uncertainly, this was going to take some getting used to. Annoyed, he took out his wand, and plucked the dream from his brain, putting it into a vile he saw on the counter. Once the dream was no longer in his brain, he was thankful; he didn't remember to many details anymore, He already felt better. Methodically, Albus took out his comb and tried to straighten his hair. Like every morning though, it was futile.
"My fucking hair never stays straight, dammit!" he yelled out frustratingly.
"I wike it at way" Malfoy garbled, his mouth full of toothpaste and water.
"Come again?" Albus asked confused.
Malfoy spit out the water, rinsed and spit again, then looked back up at Albus.
"I said I like it that way, you were complaining that it never stays straight, it's nice when it's all flyaway like that."
"Oh?" Albus asked uncertainly. Malfoy was blushing slightly, and then hurried to explain, "I'm sure your girlfriend likes it too, why don't you ask her?" Malfoy told him, his flushed features, slowly going away back to his normal paleness.
Albus shook his head, and went to brush his teeth, giving up on the coming hair ceremony. It looked just like he got out of bed. He scowled at his reflection. He hated mornings.
He was pulled from his reverie when Malfoy tapped his arm tentatively. "Do you plan on showering today? He asked no expression on his face.
"Why? Do you want to go first? It's still early, there's no line…Wait, isn't there like three shower stalls anyway?"
Malfoy did not respond, instead, he ran out of the bathroom without another word.
Albus raised his eyebrows, that boy was acting seriously deranged recently… what was wrong with him? He didn't know. He probably never would either. Malfoy never spoke about himself, nothing that would somehow incriminate him. He was just stripping out of his boxers when Malfoy walked back in, towel in hand.
Albus smiled at him, but it stopped cold when he saw the look on Malfoy's face. Shock, fear, and…was that admiration?
He shook his head as if to clear it, and when he looked again, Malfoy looked normal. He must've imagined it.
"Ah," he said grinning to Malfoy "Came to join me?" he joked. The look came back, this time with the added flush in the cheeks that was beginning to make Malfoy who he was. Seriously, he'd been blushing every time they met.
"Do I have something on my face?" Albus asked him, suddenly worried.
"N-noo" He stuttered.
"Then what the fuck's wrong with you?" Albus sneered, annoyed.
"Ummm, nothing, Potter, sorry for the commotion." Malfoy replied, not looking at him.
Albus watched as Malfoy stripped down to his birthday suit. He had to give him props. He definitely had a nice body for someone who rarely worked out … For a moment, he wondered if he saw that somewhere, but then shook his head confused. He was certain he had seen Malfoy naked once before. Then he remembered, his dream, the details were not very clear, but he sighed in relief when he realized, that he was right. Not that he particularly cared; of course, it was just a nice sight, if he had to endure one.
Malfoy refused to look at him again instead; he had gone into one of the large showers Hogwarts offered for the dorms.
Albus sighed and went into the other shower. Sneering at his potential friend would get him absolutely nowhere. He would need to try harder.
Once the warm liquid passed over his tense body, all else was forgotten.
For a full half hour, all he did was let the hot water splash about his shoulders, back, chest, and legs. He heard some grunts from the other shower stall, but he ignored it. This was his time and his time only.
By the time his fingers pruned, he was finally ready to actually shower. His favorite shampoo and body wash was axe; and he used them diligintely. It was totally a muggle product, and he always had his father send him up fresh bottles when his had been sucked empty and dry.
Albus let his mind wander as he scrubbed the delicious smelling axe into his hair. He wished his girlfriend Lotus would scratch it for him and rub the body wash all over him.
"MMMMM" he murmured outloud, subconciusly grabbing hold of his balls and dick, and giving it a squeeze. He totally needed to get laid today.
He soaped himself some more and then scrubbed his body entirely.
He was unceremoniously ripped away from his fantasies when he suddenly heard "OI! Potter!"
Albus rolled his eyes and opened the shower door to see Malfoy standing there, already impeccably dressed in his black slacks and white polo t-shirt and school robes.
Malfoy's face blanched at his nakedness, but Albus did nothing to shield himself. Malfoy looked away pointedely "You gotta hurry, breakfast is starting soon; and we need to be there today to watch the younger students."
Albus grumbled. "Yeah, well, alright, I'll be out in a moment."
Malfoy nodded and retreated quickly.
Purposely taking another five minutes, Albus waited until the water became cold, and then he exited the shower stall. He wrapped a white egyptian cotton towel around his waist securely, checked his hair in the mirror (it had become slightly spiked) he grinned at his reflection, and exited the bathroom.
Malfoy was nowhere to be seen. The muggle clock on the wall indicated he was already running late. Cursing he pulled on the first pair of jeans that his hand came in contact with. It was a dark wash blue. Next, he grabbed a sleeveless green sweatshirt and slipped it on over his head. His hair mussed a bit, but he disregarded the mess, and snatched his school robes and wand then ran.
He reached the Great Hall just as Professor McGonall was calling for attention. He slipped into a seat by the Slytherin table, and hastily straightened his frumpy appearance.
"Good morning students." McGonagall began crisply. "Today the sixth years will all be learning apparition."
An excited murmer passed through the sixth years. Professor McGonagall tapped a glass with her spoon smiling slightly. Silence reigned once more, and she continued.
"Apparition lessons will take up the entire afternoon, and anyone that turns seventeen before the end of the term can sign up to take the test."
The excitement was less obvious this time, as most of the sixth year students didn't turn seventeen until the following year.
McGonagall continued her speech, but Albus stopped listening. He knew all about Apparition already, and he was too tired to pay attention. Subtly he took out a piece of parchment and his charms book. He hadn't finished his homework the night before, and he'd be damned if he gave in his homework late.
"You still haven't finished that?" A voice whispered in his ear. He looked up to see Malfoy staring at him curiously.
"Nah, mate. I had other things on my mind last night, and I didn't end up finishing it, I better hurry my arse up though, we have charms first class after breakfast."
"I got an O on my O.W.L.'s for charms," Malfoy told him seriously, "I can help you finish it up quickly if you don't want to get into trouble?"
Albus thought this over, and then passed the half-finished assignment over to Malfoy. "Well, here you go then," Albus said somewhat self consciously he usually never needed help with Charms; but he was exhausted, and he couldn't think properly at all. "It isn't too bad, but I don't know what else Flitwick expects me to write already"
Malfoy nodded while skimming through Albus' homework diligently.
Albus watched as Malfoy crossed some things out, and added a line here and there. He was fascinated at how effortless it seemed for Malfoy. After about five minutes, he handed Albus back his parchment. "Here, all done." Malfoy told him, smiling shyly. Albus stared at his now completed charms homework, his mouth opened slightly.
"You are absolutely brilliant, Malfoy! A total and complete genius! Thanks so much mate!" Albus hugged him quickly, not looking at him; too busy staring at his charms assignment in glee. So busy, in fact, he missed the spectacular blush that flit across his friends face.
Scorpius urged his heart to stop pounding; so what Potter had complimented him, hugged him, called him brilliant… so bloody What! He contained a smile and finished up with breakfast. They would have Apparition lesson later, and he was excited for that. It wasn't something he had ever really looked into, but he didn't really mind, he was eager to learn, and practice skills that would prove worthy for the future.
The bell rang, signaling the end of breakfast. Charms was next, as Potter so elegantly pointed out. He would try and get the latter to partner with him, that way, they could continue with their tentative friendship. They could whisper to each other, when Professor Flitwick wasn't looking, and perhaps learn more about each other. That way, he could perhaps understand Potter better.
When he got up to head for the Charms classroom, he saw Potter standing there beside him, walking with him, a serene look about his face. Curious, Scorpius thought to prod, and ask what was on the other man's mind. Before he could stop himself, he asked, "What's on your mind, Potter, you have this creepy; yet blissful look about you, and I don't think I've seen it on you recently."
Potter looked at him strangely for a second, before fixing his features into a smile, and said softly, "It just feels right, like I'm doing something right for the first time,"
Scorpius hid his shocked look well, Potter thought it was right, that he was doing something good. Well, thank Merlin for that.
They reached the Charms classroom finally, and like one, headed for the back seats.
"Thought about schmoozing during class, did you Malfoy?" He heard Potter's voice, as if from a million miles away; but he brought himself back abruptly, and grinned back. "But of course, Potter. I was a born trouble maker after all." He snorted a laugh, and they sat down, grinning at each other. Scorpius reached an arm out, and slapped Potter on his arm, and then retracted it slowly, smirking.
"Potter!" he said amiably. "What brings you here?" Potter grinned cheekily back, but said nothing, just kept the smile on his face, and swatted back. Maybe they could become good friends after all. It might just work, for some reason, the thought made him giddy and the smile did not leave his face for the next hour.
In Flitwick's class, no one handed in their assignments. Professor Flitwick just waved his wand and all the homework parchments would fly toward him, completed or not. Professor Flitwick was too old to administer real punishments, so if you failed to do your homework, you would get detention. And if you got detention to many times from him, he would talk to the school board, and you would end up losing a hogsmeade weekend...Well, that was the easiest punishment they dealt out. Scorpius didn't want to know what would happen if he would get a real punishment.
"I really owe you mate" Potter whispered into Scorpius' ear. He visibly shivered, but Potter seemed to think nothing of this, as hot breath on one's ear does generally feel mighty uncomfortable. I hope that's what he thinks.
The rest of the double period class passed in a whir, it was only a review of the past six years, as Professor Flitwick wanted to make sure his students knew their stuff before progressing to N.E.W.T level charms. Even though whoever was there, was on N.E.W.T level… but maybe, Professor Flitwick was just an idiot. He was tiny after all; maybe his brain was small too. Scorpius chuckled gleefully at the thought, and Potter shot him an inquiring look.
"Just imagining Flitwick's brain being as small as his body." Scorpius remarked softly as way of explanation. Potter grinned, "Ye, that definitely would make sense." They smiled at each other, and waited impatiently for class to finish.
"I can't wait for apparition lessons," Potter stated almost reverently. "I've waited nearly all of my years at Hogwarts to learn it."
"Ye, same" Scorpius replied, which reminded him. "We'll be able to do magic as well!" he said excitement brimming in his voice.
"Yes, well, duh… that's what generally happens when we turn seventeen, we become legal adults, can do magic, apparate…the works!"
Potter poked him petulantly "Shut up, Malfoy! I know what happens when we turn seventeen, I don't need a pep talk about it too!"
Scorpius laughed. "Ye, sure thing, mate…I'll shut up." But he kept chortling, and poking Potter for the rest of class.
Lunch was chaos. Utter and complete chaos. All the students were excited for the apparition lessons, even if they weren't actually learning it. The lunch food was paling in comparison to the delight that was the sixth years. None of them could eat.
Albus and Scorpius sat near each other, they knew what to anticipate, they had expectations, and they both had every intention of fulfilling it.
Scorpius was reading a book from the library on apparition, and Rose had come over to read it along with him.
Albus didn't know they had anything to do with each other, but apparently his cousin had been studying with Malfoy on and off during the year.
It didn't bother him, he was in fact very proud that Rose actually tried to beat him in every class, well, him and Malfoy anyway, and they were the top three most brilliant students in all of Hogwarts.
Albus thoughtfully took a bite of his lo mein. Someone from the ministry was going to come in to teach them how to apparate, and he absolutely couldn't wait.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Professor McGonagall called for attention, and the Great Hall hushed immediately.
"Okay, Students." McGonagall addressed the school, "The time has come for everyone other than the sixth years to leave the Great Hall. Everyone that isn't in sixth year, please make your way to your individual classes without delay." A lot of muttering ensued, and Professor McGonagall actually smiled.
The Great Hall cleared, and the remaining sixth years looked up to McGonagall for further instruction. As if knowing their expectation, and anticipation, McGonagall cleared her throat once more and continued.
" In order to allow the students to learn apparition, the spells preventing apparition within Hogwarts are locally and temporarily lifted in the Great Hall, therefore, you can learn, and practice today." A general murmur broke out, all sounding excited.
"Ministry Official Wilkie Twycross, is already here and eager to teach you all the means, and know how's of apparition. "
With that, Professor McGonagall swept gracefully out of the great hall. And in walked a really old looking wizard.
"I hear he's the same bloke who taught my dad" Albus whispered quietly to Malfoy, who nodded in agreement.
"Ye" he remarked genially "That would make sense" he chuckled and waited for the wizened Wizard to take the raised platform in the Great Hall.
With a flick of his wand Minister Official Wilkie Twycross cleared away all four house tables, and left behind a great span of room.
The students of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin alike, all watched with breathless excitement.
"Apparition" Twycross began slowly, "Is very difficult and very dangerous: it is possible for a person to leave parts of their body behind which is called splinched or splinchingso that they become stuck and cannot move on either end. The possibility of losing body parts is also one of the cons of Apparition done wrong" There were a couple of gasps that followed this announcement, but no one ran out screaming.
"Now," Twycross continued "There are three important things to remember when apparating, called the 3 Ds, which stand for destination, determination and deliberation." A couple of people nodded their head in understanding.
"Step One: Fix your mind firmly upon the desired destination." Albus looked around and noticed some of his fellow students shut their eyes, as if to imagine what they were going to do, or perhaps ingrain the knowledge into their brains.
"Step Two: Focus your determination to occupy the visualized space. Let your yearning to enter it flood from your mind to every particle of your body." There was no talking following Twycross' speech, just everyone bobbing their heads and clenching their fists. The tension in the room was obvious. Albus took a deep breath, and paid deep attention to what Twycross was saying. He definitely didn't want to get splinched.
"Step Three: Turn on the spot, feeling your way into nothingness, moving with deliberation." No one moved. Everyone merely stared back at Twycross in amazement. With another flick of his wand, everyone now had a plastic round circle in front of the sixth years. "Each of you is to try and successfully apparate from the spot you are standing in now, and into the circle." He said in a matter of fact tone. No one moved.
"Well? What are you all waiting for, get onto practicing."
Immediately the entire sixth year paired up to practice apparating. Why they needed to practice in peers, Albus didn't know, but as luck would have it, he ended up with Malfoy. Rose was somewhere practicing with another boy, and Albus didn't want to bother her.
"Alright, mate?" Malfoy said. "remember, the three D's…"
Albus glared back at Malfoy and closed his eyes the way his peers had just done not quite five minutes before. Destination, Determination, and Deliberation. Albus thought desperately. He really wanted to get this on the first shot. He wanted to prove to Malfoy he was worth his last name, that he was his father's son.
Albus turned on the spot, focusing intensely on the muggle looking hula hoop in front of him. He needed to get there, that was his destination, he was absolutely determined to do it, and for more than one reason too. The next thing he knew all color was lost to him, and everything around him went black. Albus felt like he was pressed very hard from all sides. It was as if a horde of elephants had trapped him in between their large bodies. He couldn't breathe, there were iron bands tightening around his chest; his eyeballs were being forced back into his head; his ear-drums were being pushed deeper into his skull. And then it all stopped. He opened his eyes and looked down. He had made it into the hoop. He was euphoric.
"Oh my fucking god! I did it! I did it!" Twycross came over, looking very harried, but impressed, "well, that's a first, everyone seemed to have splinched one part of their body." He sounded annoyed, then he brightened, "I'll be sure to tell your superiors about your success, maybe have them grant you a couple of house points… You're a Potter, aren't you?" he kept mumbling as he moved away.
Albus was blushing happily. This was the best fucking day of his life. He turned towards Malfoy to watch him. Malfoy was flushed too, but for a different reason.. He was pissed.
"Awww poor Malfie boy didn't apparate correctly?" Albus said in a baby voice, leering slightly.
Malfoy ripped his wand out of his robes angrily, and brought them to Albus' neck. Albus didn't even flinch.
"Shut it Potter!" he said, no humor in his voice, "I did it just fine, while you were busy preening like a fuckin girl!"
Albus raised his eyebrows; he didn't know Malfoy had already successfully apparated.
"Then why didn't you say anything?" he asked honestly surprised. "I figured I'd let you get the attention" Malfoy said shrugging. "You are the Potter boy after all." He said somewhat snidely.
And just to piss him off more, he apparated again. Directly into the circle. Succesfully. Albus sighed,
"Twat." Not wanting to be outdone, Albus thought about the three D's once more, and turned on the spot. The same horrid feeling of his chest tightening repeated itself once more. When he opened his eyes, he was in the circle, and all his body parts were intact. All of a sudden, he felt a weird stirring in his chest and then he was vomiting. He doubled over clutching his chest.
"Oh, god, get me out of here," Albus moaned, totally humiliated.
All previous smugness gone, Malfoy jumped to his rescue.
"Uh, Sir, I'm going to take Potter to the Hospital wing." Malfoy called out to Twycross, and without waiting for an answer, he helped Albus out of the Great Hall.
Malfoy summoned a bucket from an old broom closet, and held it out to Albus.
"Until we get there, no need getting the rest of the castle dirty." But he wasn't teasing anymore, just serious.
Albus didn't answer, he couldn't, and he threw up again, feeling excessively overly nauseas for a normal sickness. He was humiliated, and hoped Malfoy wouldn't cringe away from him after this incident. It would put all his efforts to waste.
"This sucks!" he managed to hack out, albeit not very clearly. Malfoy patted him softly on the shoulder, and steered him in the direction of the hospital wing.
Okay, maybe he will still like my presence...
Upon reaching it, Malfoy deposited him in the first empty bed he saw, and then went off to find Madam Pomfrey.
Albus waited helplessly, his vision clouding in and out, as he waited for the nurse to come and help him.
Finally, Madam Pomfrey showed up, and handed him a potion, and then another one. Immediately he drained them both, and realized his vomiting, and heaving had subsided. He nodded his thanks, and fell back into the pillows, suddenly very tired.
"What was the second potion, Madam Pomfrey?" Albus slurred, but forced his attention on the elder woman.
"Sleeping draught just lay your head down, and you should be asleep within minutes" Madam Pomfrey instructed. Albus sighed, there was no afternoon classes that day, just the apparition lessons. He didn't have to worry.
"Yes Madam Pomfrey" Albus mumbled, already half asleep.
He couldn't be certain, but he was almost positive he felt someone hold his hand. He didn't bother opening his eyes, because he couldn't bring himself to find the energy. And when he felt lips on his, he just smiled into them, deliriously imagining Lotus in his mind.
"Oh, Lotus!" he managed to mumble, he didn't notice how the lips stilled, or how the hand was no longer in his.
Albus was lost to the world, and into the safer, and sweeter land of dreams.
Scorpius knew it was wrong to kiss Potter, especially since the boy was nearly hallucinating, the Sleeping Draught already working on him. But he couldn't stop himself. The past few days all he thought about was Potter. What his lips would feel like, how his own body would react, with a flushed Potter hard and insistent against him. His dick was already hardening, and before he could stop himself, he placed his hand in Potter's and then kissed him softly on the lips, if only to taste the boy of his dreams beneath him. It felt like heaven, he was in heaven he was-
"Oh, Lotus!"
Torn out of his reverie, he stilled his lips, disappointment coursing through him, he yanked his hand away, and removed his lips. Trying, but not succeeding in keeping his tears at bay. He felt like a girl, crying like one. But that seemed to be his normal lately. Crying, dreaming, plotting…
He knew that he was in love with Potter...or so he thought...Why else would his mind torment him like this, cause him pain, every time he thought of the two of them together. For the sake of friendship, he would have to stay away, keep the distance a little bit more, just friends, like Potter wanted.
The tears continued to fall as he stared at Potter. He didn't want to ruin their friendship. But that would likely come, if Potter had been up. You don't kiss your friends, you just don't.
Despondent, he lowered his head on the bed, and forced his tears to fade. They did, eventually, but he was not awake to feel this. His subconscious was once again with a startlingly green eyed boy, called Albus Potter.
A/N hello folks, this is the third chapter that I've re-edited, and added to. Yes, I changed the chapter, just in case you weren't sure, or hadn't noticed. But don't be confused. I merely liked the title better
Please review; although this chapter has already technically been published, I've added so much to it, and I'd love for people to give me feedback…
See you again in chapter four, and hopefully, chapter 13 soon enough :D