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I don't know what to do!

Scorpius didn't know how long he stayed at Albus' side, nor how long he felt his stomach contort in painful nerves as he finally came to understand how Albus' mind worked. Albus Severus Potter, was totally and utterly straight. He loved Lotus, and would never love a man, least of all, himself Scorpius Malfoy.

Albus treated him just fine, as friends, and he never mentioned his surname in a negative light. But to get together with him? That would never happen; not in a million years, not even if Voldemort returned and killed every single female in the world.

He sighed, staring at Albus' gorgeous face, and handsome body. Somehow, the two of them had gotten closer over the past couple of days. He was thankful, because the longer he had with Albus, the happier he was. But now? Now that he knew Albus' real sexual orientation, he wasn't so sure anymore. He wasn't sure if he could stay around Albus. He knew he liked Albus, and found him attractive, and wanted to snog him senseless, maybe even shag the bloke…His dick twitched in agreement. He palmed at it unconsciously, immediately making it stiffer.

Scorpius huffed angrily. He had no idea where to turn; he didn't know whom he could tell, who would accept him for who he was. His parents were out, being disowned was definitely not on his to do list…ever. And his friends? Who were his true friends anyway? He would never know now. If they knew that he was gay, which he most definitely, positively, absolutely was… Well, then, maybe he would know. Perhaps, if they treated him like the Scorpius Malfoy they thought they knew, he would know without a doubt who his friends were.

His mind went into overdrive as he thought about all his dorm mates, and how they would react to having a gay boy sleep in the same room as them. They wouldn't like it, and he knew that for a fact. He really couldn't tell anyone. He felt as his heart plunged deeper into his stomach, and his eyes watered. He had to tell someone, and he had to tell someone now.

Deliberately, he stood up, away from Albus, and away from his hopeless thoughts. McKenna was the first thought that popped into his head as his feet left the threshold of the hospital wing. She did tell him she'd be there for him, if needed.

Finally happy about something, he made his way down to the dungeons. He muttered the password and the wall leapt aside to let him in. Scorpius entered quietly, looking about him and taking in his surroundings.

The Slytherin Common Room was the same as always. Dark, dingy, and not very loud. No one actually socialized in Slytherin, they were all too busy wondering how to stab someone in the back. Towards the center of the common room, he saw McKenna sitting comfortably in one of the plush green armchairs that were in front of the roaring fire. He sidled up to her, and sat cautiously down in a recliner close by.

"Hey" he began as way of dropping the bomb slowly.

McKenna looked up and smiled genuinely.

"Scorpius! I haven't seen you around that much lately, what have you been up to?" The book she was holding in her hand stayed open, but with Scorpius' slight glare, she closed it hastily, placing a spare bit of parchment inside to save her place.

"Scorpius?" she inquired again, uncertainly. "You okay" Scorpius shook his head to clear it. It was now or never.

"I" he started, when suddenly McKenna's eyes lit up.

"Oh Merlin! Scorpius! I just remembered!" Scorpius shut up and turned his eyes towards McKenna's whose eyes were shining from excitement.

"Yes?" he asked, slightly annoyed by the interruption.

"I just remembered!" She repeated "A girl was asking for you, She's a bit older I think, Seventh Year perhaps… But she was fairly nice looking, if I may say so myself, she wanted to go out with you, she didn't say it straight out.. but the way she looked, like an excited puppy, I'm fairly certain that's what she wanted."

Scorpius was positive his eyes shot up in surprise. All his determination to tell McKenna suddenly leapt away from him, gone, never to come back to him again.

McKenna took his silence as affirmation. "So shall I set it up, then?" She asked him excitedly.

"No." Was all Scorpius could reply. He made to get up, to get away from McKenna as fast as possible, before he would say something stupid. But she grabbed his arm, preventing him from fleeing.

"Why not?" she asked, her eyebrows knotted together suspiciously.

"I…" Scorpius was stumped for words "I just…don't want to date right now." He finished lamely. Her eyes crossed angrily for a minute, and she huffed at him, folding her arms petulantly across her chest.

"Whatever," she muttered. "I'm only trying to make you happy." She told him softly.

Scorpius glanced back at his ex girlfriend, and smiled graciously.

"Thank you," he told her, lifting her chin up and made her look at him. "I just, really, don't want to date right now. When I'm ready, you'll be the first to know."

That made her smile, and she nodded her head, opening her book once more.

"Alright, Scorpius."

Scorpius walked away, swiftly but not running. He went to the men's bathroom, and supported his weight on the counter surface, as he leaned forward, his head down, hair falling in his face and blocking his eyes.

He breathed deeply, in and out, counting the way he had taught himself too when he felt agitated.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted his musings.

"You don't look very happy." It was a female voice, and he looked around startled. No one was around. It was just him, and a mirror and the showers... He did a double take staring at the mirror. Nothing was there, except his own face staring back at him. He shook his head figuring he must be losing his mind. He went back to his thoughts.

"Hey!" The voice said, sounding somewhat affronted. "I'm talking to you!"

The voice was coming straight from the mirror.

"Did you just speak?" he asked, shock and embarrassment clouding his voice.

"I did." The mirror clarified. "And no need to be embarrassed about it, I think I'm here to stay."

"You think?" Scorpius said, hoarsely.

"I do." She said again.

Scorpius frowned at the mirror angrily."Why don't you have a face, then?" He asked, wrapping his mind around the idea, that the men's bathroom had a talking mirror…female, no less. He suddenly grinned.

"I don't know, now do I?" She replied sounding indignant. "I was just…magicked on here by a professor. I think, anyway."

Scorpius nodded his head thoughtfully. "I see," he said.

"Mmhmm" The mirror dolefully responded.

"Hey," Scorpius said, softly, rubbing the mirror, then felt slightly stupid. But continued nonetheless. "You don't need to be upset about it, its okay! You can even look at boys the whole day!" he told her, trying to cheer her up.

The mirror purred. Scorpius snorted.

"Do you have a name?" Scorpius asked suddenly.

"I do not." She said stoutly.

"May I name you then?" Scorpius asked her excitedly. Scorpius was sure if the mirror had shoulders, it would have shrugged. "Sure" she deadpanned.

Scorpius sighed, and fell silent, thoughtful. He was named after a constellation, and since he was the first to meet this eccentric…thing…he could name it whatever he liked.

"I'm going to name you after a constellation, just like me. My name is Scorpius," He told her proudly.

No answer from the mirror. He continued nonplussed, whether she still worked or not.

"Andromeda; which means, captive girl," Scorpius told the mirror quietly. "My great Aunt has that name, and I think it's beautiful." He told her smiling at the mirror.

Still no answer. Scorpius got even more worried now. "Do you like that name?" he asked finally, hoping for an answer.

A minute of silence and then finally, "Yes, I do."

Scorpius breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, good" Scorpius replied, smiling happily at the mirror. His bad mood vanishing quickly.

Andromeda spoke up again, "So, Scorpius is it?" She questioned him.

"It is." Scorpius grinned, answering her, the way she had been answering him. The mirror chuckled. Scorpius laughed, surprised at how easy it was to talk to a mirror.

"So, if I may ask, once more…"She trailed off, and Scorpius stared back at the blank mirror curiously.

"What?"

"You seemed upset earlier, can I help at all?" Andromeda asked sounding genuinely concerned.

"I.." he paused for a second, and then he found himself blurting. "I'm gay!" Scorpius flushed, realizing what he had just, finally admitted out loud. Mortified, he turned away from the mirror, and banged his head repeatedly into the wall, punishing himself.

"Hey!" Andromeda's voice, sounding angry came once more from the mirror. "Quit doing that, you moron!"

Shocked, Scorpius turned to face Andromeda again. Silent tears, flushed against his heated face.

"Why?" he replied, brokenly. "My life ended, everyone will hate me now, my parents will definitely disown me..I'll get bullied! Oh MERLIN"

He started sobbing uncontrollably, terrified out of his wits, "How can I keep this a secret, Andromeda? I want to live; I don't want anyone killing me! Oh, dear, oh no no no no!"

Andromeda sighed loudly, "SCORPIUS" she yelled, loudly, catching his attention, finally.

Scorpius looked up at her, his eyelashes wet from tears, and his cheeks stained with wet droplets of salty water.

"You're beautiful," she began softly, "And to be honest, the kind of person you prefer, even if it's the same gender as you, doesn't change you as a person. You need to be strong, for you, and for your friends. For all you know, there are other gay boys in the school, who are just as terrified as you are. Their heart may yearn for love and understanding, and one day, you may just find each other."

Scorpius sighed, and sat down on one of the chairs the large bathroom offered. "I suppose." He replied doubtfully.

"I'm serious!" Andromeda exclaimed. "Being gay isn't terrible! It's actually quite sexy…" she chuckled at Scorpius' expression. "Oh, relax baby boy! I couldn't tell that you were gay," Andromeda explained quietly, "Not that I was in this world for very long, but you look like a normal, teenage boy, all that wasn't quite right was the frown on your face."

Scorpius felt his heart swell. "Really? You couldn't tell?"

"No, I couldn't"

Scorpius nodded his head thoughtfully, "That's actually really good." He laughed suddenly, a mirror, a fucking mirror had helped him. He shook his head from side to side, not believing this to be possible. He pinched his arm, and then cursed profusely, when it stung. "So I am awake then."

Andromeda the Mirror laughed with him, "Yes, my dear, you are definitely awake."

"And I'm beautiful?" he asked lowering his voice, and stared anxiously at the Mirror.

"You're gorgeous, Scorpius, I'm actually surprised everybody hasn't fallen all over you yet."

Scorpius smiled, pleased.

"Thank you, Andromeda, I appreciate your help" he paled suddenly.

"Scorpius?"

"This conversation must remain between us!" he said strongly, "Strangely, you are the first…thing that knows of my…problem…I can't have anyone know! Promise me, Andromeda! No one can know about this!"

Andromeda tsked at Scorpius. "It is not a problem Scorpius; it's a way of life! There is nothing wrong with it, okay honey?"

Scorpius gritted his teeth sharply.

"Fine!" Andromeda exclaimed, sounding miffed. "I won't tell any of your little friends, alright? No need to get your knickers in a twist…"

"I don't wear knickers!" Scorpius muttered embarrassedly.

Andromeda just laughed. "Yes, darling"

"Oh, and one more thing," Scorpius said as an afterthought.

"Yes?" The Mirror responded.

"If anyone asks, I didn't name you."

Andromeda chortled. "Yes, Master Scorpius!" She murmured, slight mirth in her voice. "I shan't tell a soul"

Scorpius flipped her the bird and left the bathroom, hearing Andromeda's booming laugh ricochet off the walls as he shut the door firmly behind him.

Happily, Scorpius trotted away from the bathroom, and entered the Common Room, a small smirk covering his features. He felt more normal already, things were looking up.

Albus awoke, feeling disgruntled. He hated remaining in the hospital wing especially when there was hardly a reason to be there; seriously, fainting and vomiting? Who the bloody hell cared. Did he even faint? He didn't think so, he remembered passing out, but that was after Madam Pomfrey had given him a sleeping draught; you couldn't fight that, so it wasn't his fault.

Madam Pomfrey was just passing his bed, when his eyes focused enough to look around him. "Madam Pomfrey?" he asked, hating the way his voice raised to a squeak; if Madam Pomfrey didn't allow him to leave, he wouldn't. "May I go? I feel totally fine, and I don't like staying in the Hospital Wing, especially for no reason."

Madam Pomfrey glanced at him for a moment, her eyes twinkling.

"Of course, Mister Potter, feel free to leave. All the potions have been administered already, and if you feel dizzy again, or strange, feel free to come back at any time."

Albus nodded and when Madam Pomfrey turned her back, he jumped out of bed and sprinted out of the Hospital Wing, not looking back.

His sprints took him to the Slytherin dungeons, where he wasted no time in getting to his Common Room. By Merlin, it was good to be out of that boring place.

The Common Room was quiet as usual, and Albus was about to pass it by completely, before he noticed a familiar head of hair. It was blonde, of course, and an excited murmur traveled through his heart as he changed directions, and headed for the Malfoy heir instead.

"Malfoy!" he said, his voice showing how excited he was to see the other man again, it made no sense, but their bond had definitely increased since the blonde had helped him the day previous.

Malfoy looked up, and for a moment it looked like his face paled, before the Malfoy mask covered it again, and he smiled. Your imagination.

"What's up, Potter?" he asked, his voice mild.

Albus nodded happily, his mind on other things. Quidditch swirled in his brain, and suddenly an idea occurred to him.

"Malfoy, have you ever been on a broom before?"

Malfoy flushed a deep scarlet that did funny things to his pale features, but again, he composed himself and nodded his head in the negative. "No, Quidditch isn't much my thing, I'm nervous about falling to my death, so many stories Father told me about…"

But Albus refused to listen, Quidditch was a world of fun, decidedly, he reached out, and grabbed Malfoy's wrist, not realizing how Malfoy stiffened at his touch. "I'm going to show you what it's like to be on a broom, Malfoy, and you'll like it so much, you will be converted, and join the team, I assure you."

Scorpius couldn't help but smile at Albus' wording, if he even knew the kind of innuendo that dripped from that sentence; he would have rethought his sentence structure. "I..err…I don't know if that's such a good idea, Potter, don't you think I'd fall off the broom? I'm highly inexperienced, and well…like I said, I'd rather not fall to my death."

Talking to Albus wasn't that difficult after all; perhaps it was Andromeda's doing, for calming his fears; or Albus' obvious excitement at spending time with him, but whatever it was, he pushed his feelings to the side, and paid attention to what Albus was saying.

"…worry about it; you'll be flying with me."

It was a good thing Scorpius hadn't been drinking anything, because if he had he would have spit it up, and then choked on whatever was still in his mouth, as it was he stuttered and stared at Albus as if he was insane; which he very obviously was.

"I'm sorry, what?" Scorpius asked, begging Albus to clarify what he'd said, maybe he had just heard wrong?

Albus looked at him strangely, wondering probably, why Scorpius needed him to repeat anything.

"I said, that you don't need to worry about dying, because you'll be flying astride the same broom as me, and if you need to, you can hold onto me, and when you get used to the broom, we can switch sides, and I'll fly in the back, holding you, and you'll lead."

Albus was looking at him expectantly, but he could only stare down at his shoes. Once again, he was unsure about whether or not he was ready for just a friendship with the tanned boy before him. He just knew he'd find it arousing to be in such close proximity to his fellow Slytherin, but if he didn't reply soon, he'd be in trouble. Big trouble.

He looked up, his face pale, his voice trembly and uncertain. "Are you sure this will work, Potter? I've never been on a broom before, maybe once, when I was younger, and aside from broomstick classes in first year….Yeah, never been there."

Albus smiled genuinely, and though Scorpius was still nervous, the smile convinced him; and the green mischievous eyes…Okay, everything about the black haired boy made him agree, but he wouldn't admit that to Albus. Never, ever.

"Okay, then; but if I die, I'm gonna come back and kill you, so I won't be lonely." He smiled cheekily, and Albus laughed, sounding none too concerned.

"You won't die, Merlin, don't you trust me, Malfoy?" but he was grinning, and Scorpius rolled his eyes, and smiled back.

"Yes, sure, whatever, now are we going, before I lose my unplaced Gryffindork courage…"

Albus chuckled at the geek reference, and then ran up to the Dorm to get his broom. Scorpius watched him with unveiled lust, until the boy returned, and then he placed his feelings under the safe façade he had long since perfected.

Albus could barely contain his glee as his friend followed him to the Quidditch pitch. Nothing was said between them, but the silence was comfortable, each boy within their own thoughts. It was mid afternoon, and though hungry from missing lunch, a trip to the kitchen was never out of the ordinary. The two of them would certainly be hungry after flying, and that was good enough an excuse to make use of the kitchens, and the ever-helpful House Elves.

The Quidditch pitch was now in sight, and Albus' excitement mounted, if Malfoy ever got good enough to join a professional league, it would be all his doing.

"Come on, I gotta change," Albus interrupted the other boy's musings. His voice was laced with anticipation, and by the looks of the other boy, the way he was looking around taking everything in, a curiosity sparking in his pale grey eyes, Albus had a feeling he was secretly eager as well.

Scorpius followed him to the locker room, he had been there before of course, but he had been acting strange then, so Albus didn't remind him. He quickly put on his Quidditch robes, and turned to see Scorpius watching him dolefully. "What's up?" he asked quickly, if Scorpius was really that terrified…he wouldn't force the bloke, but he'd find out first.

"Do I need Quidditch robes too, to be flying?" he asked uncertainly.

Albus tilted his head to the side thoughtfully, "Honestly, I'm not sure, but there are extra in the cupboard, feel free to take a set, I suppose."

Scorpius nodded his head, and quickly set about finding a set of Quidditch robes that would fit his figure.

Albus waited patiently, and when they were both ready, he led the way onto the quidditch pitch.

"Don't forget, class will be starting in about an hour and a half, so we don't have too much time."

Albus grinned at the other boy, always so worried about studies. "Don't worry Malfoy, an hour and a half is more than enough."

Scorpius nodded his head; unable to speak. The time had come. Albus had already mounted the broom, and was waiting for Scorpius to fall in behind him.

Reluctantly, Scorpius obliged and tentatively sat down behind Albus. His brain was muddled, he was sitting in extremely close proximity to Albus Potter, and the latter didn't seem to mind, no, not one bit.

"Well, hold on already…time's a wastin!"

Scorpius grimaced, and put his arms around Albus' waist, waiting for the second that Albus would push him away in disgust. It never happened.

"Here we GO!" Albus crowed and suddenly they were airborne. Scorpius couldn't contain his scream, and his hands tightened immensely around the other boy. Albus was laughing hysterically, and Scorpius wanted to clobber him over the head for finding the situation funny, but clobbering would cause him to take his hands off Albus, and he wasn't moving his hands until they were safely on the ground.

They were really high up; Scorpius could see the Astronomy tower, and his stomach coiled with nausea. How anyone possibly did this every day, for a living, and even for fun, was beyond him.

Albus had turned around now, and suddenly they were diving down, there almost was no angle, they were almost completely straight. Terrified, he put his face in Albus' back and whimpered. Albus had stopped laughing, and seeming to understand his friends dilemma, straightened out somewhat, and slowed down. It wasn't enough. Scorpius felt his body tremble, and his hands shake around Albus' waist.

"Potter." He gasped out, trying to contain his agony. "Potter, bring me down to the ground." Scorpius moaned, his eyes wild with fear, even though they were no longer diving. They were hanging in one place in midair.

Scorpius heard Albus sigh, but not complain. They were back on the ground in a matter of seconds, and even though they had finally stopped, Scorpius couldn't bring himself to detach his hands from the other man's waist. His head remained where it was, resting upon the smaller boy's back. He inhaled, and exhaled. He could have been sitting there for fifteen minutes, not moving, and wouldn't have known it; but Albus didn't push him.

Finally, Albus spoke, albeit quietly and with a soft tone. "Are you afraid of heights, Scorpius?"

Scorpius nodded into Albus' back, still afraid to move. Suddenly, he felt Albus move, and he tried retracting his hands, but his fellow Slytherin stopped him.

"Calm down, Malfoy, you can catch your breath, I'm patient, I promise."

Scorpius hung his head in shame, it was irrational to be afraid of a broomstick, and being so high up, but he never bothered trying to rationalize his fear. Fear was fear, and that was that.

Without warning arms were around him, supporting him.

"It's okay, really."

Scorpius looked up, and instantly regretted it; Albus face was close to his, concern lacing the green eyes. Scorpius shut his eyes quickly, if he looked into those eyes again; he'd be sure his lips would latch onto those of the innocent boy holding him so peacefully. He refused to see himself as weak, and he certainly hoped Albus didn't think he was weak.

"I'm not weak, you know." Scorpius mumbled into Albus' chest. He was feeling slightly better, but was loathe to leaving the security of his friend's chest, and until the other boy chased him away, he wasn't going anywhere.

"I know, Malfoy, relax, Merlin! I don't bite!" The last was said with a little bit of indignation, and Scorpius took that as an invitation to retract himself from the other boy.

"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. That was more traumatic than it should have been, and I apologize." His voice was quiet, but otherwise, he let no emotion show. Albus didn't need to know the extent of the trauma he felt.

His legs were shaky, but he managed to stand up enough that the two of them were able to go back to the locker rooms.

When Albus began changing, he turned around and fended for himself, suddenly very glad to have School robes as part of his uniform.

Like Albus had predicted, both Malfoy and himself were starving by the time they reached the castle. The two of them went down to the kitchens. Before even having a chance to think, they were immediately accosted with many House Elves eager to serve them.

A tray of pastries was put on a table ready for them to eat. Scorpius had something in mind though.

"Have you got a bagel with cream cheese, and also a pastry with cinnamon and walnuts?" his voice was inquisitive and excited. The Elf that was standing there waiting for any special orders, bowed and was instantly off, probably to make the food.

"I didn't know you liked such a mundane thing as a bagel and cream cheese." Albus said, looking at Scorpius curiously. The latter nodded, and looked dreamily into the distance obviously remembering something.

"You should try it, it isn't half bad, you know…tastes quite good actually. Especially when the bagel is toasted, and the cream cheese warm in the bagel."

Albus had no idea where this had come from, but he could barely suppress a giggle at Malfoy acting so very un Malfoy like. He smiled at his friend and shrugged his shoulders. "I'll take a bite of yours, then. I'm not gonna bother the House Elves to make me something I don't need…If it's good, then maybe I'll deign to bother them."

Scorpius just nodded, and his grin widened when his plate of food came. The House Elves had even given him vegetables. He didn't hide his laugh this time. That is just priceless, Scorpius Malfoy. I never thought I would see you eat something as…plain as that."

Scorpius scowled at him, but proved his Malfoy pride by swallowing, wiping his lips, and then replying.

"If it's good, I eat it, that's all that needs to be said, seriously Potter, get over yourself and try one of your own."

Without waiting for his assent, Scorpius called over a House Elf, and asked for him to make another plate just like his for 'Mister Potter'. Albus rolled his eyes, and watched as Scorpius continued to devour his food, albeit politely.

When his food came, he took a bite just to humor the other boy, but unless Hogwarts was more magical than he expected, the bagel was indeed quite good. He suppressed a moan, but Malfoy seemed to read his mind and chortled.

Albus shook his head with a small grin on his face. Malfoy is such a bloody wanker, he thought affectionately.

The rest of the day flew by quicker than Scorpius could have imagined. After they had finished eating, they only had fifteen minutes remaining before the next class, and they found themselves running for their lives to get there before the late bell rang. They made it. They sat next to each other again, and spoke about nothing, while Professor Binns droned on and on about ghoul wars. For the rest of the day, they sat next to one another, neither of them complaining about the need for space. And when Scorpius was finally in his dorm room, getting ready for bed, he remembered his talk with Andromeda, and was eternally grateful.

He knew he was gay, and he accepted that. So far, no one had messed with him, and he hoped it would stay that way. But he would just have to cross that bridge when he got there.

A/N so, yes, I've finally finished updating chapter 4. I am insanely exhausted, but I wanted to get this out for you before I went to bed, because otherwise it would never get done. If I'm feeling better tomorrow, I will try to update chapter 5.

Thanks for reading, and like always, please review; feed my muse, folks!