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Choices Too Be Made

Albus didn't 'know how long he stood hovering over Scorpius; only that Madam Pomfrey had already come back three times to check up on him. According to frequent visitors, Madam Pomfrey generally checked the patients once every hour depending on her sleeping patterns. Tonight it seemed, as if her sleep was fine, because she showed up quite precisely on the hour every hour. He had been there, watching Scorpius for over three hours.

Slowly, Scorpius was beginning to look a little better, his chapped and torn lips were mended, and his black eyes slowly fading. His ribs must've still been broken, because even in sleep, Scorpius clutched at it, as if in pain.

Albus lost count how many times the guilt roared through his heart. This was his best friend. He gritted his teeth together as a small voice reminded him again, how Scorpius, was definitely not his best friend anymore, more like his new sworn enemy.

When Madam Pomfrey stopped by the next two times, his eyes began to drift, but he was adamant, he didn't want anyone to hurt Scorpius, he had already gone and fucked up, and he would be the last one. By the third time she stopped by, he was sitting on the floor, near Scorpius' bed, his hand halfheartedly holding onto the post. He missed the fourth time she came.

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A light was flashed into his eyes, and he blearily swatted at it, hoping it would move away. It didn't. If anything it got stronger, the longer he stayed put. Putting a hand up to shield his eyes, he opened his eyes and found himself in the hospital wing.

His heart jumped in his throat as he heard footsteps approach. In a millisecond, his eyes had gone over his body and he realized how revealed he was, his invisibility cloak only partially covering his sprawled out form.

Quickly, He cloaked himself, and jumped to his feet, yelping as he did so. Stars flashed before his eyes, as he gripped his back tightly with his hand. The pain kept coming, but he bit his lip hard to prevent his anguished howls, which was a good thing as Madam Pomfrey arrived on the other side of the curtain, not paces from where he was now standing. She looked around suspiciously, but seeing no one, continued onto Scorpius' bed.

Albus waited on the other side of Scorpius' hospital bed, waiting for a sign that the pale blond boy was still alive and well. When a moan fell from Scorpius' lips, he knew he was alright, and his heart sung with happiness.

A sudden movement at the door had his head jerking up in surprise, and he was not the only one. Three pairs of eyes watched, as Spike Shadow walked into the hospital wing, looking disheveled, and yet ready to face the day. He was wearing a black pair of jeans, not totally fitted, but it rested nicely on the man's legs, and his tee shirt was mostly blocked from the Slytherin robes he had donned.

He watched from the sidelines, and frowned as he watched his former friends eyes light up at the sight of the other boy. Whether it was from delight, or surprise he couldn't tell. But the Malfoy heir was smiling at his visitor, Albus' hands clenched as he watched.

Madam Pomfrey's lips pursed, but her eyes were twinkling nonetheless.

"You brought the young Malfoy in last night, did you not?" She asked him, perhaps to make sure. The Shadow boy nodded his head but kept his eyes on Scorpius. Albus brought his eyes back and forth between the other two boys. He couldn't understand why Scorpius looked happy. It was just another guy for fucks sake.

He wasn't prepared for what happened next, but his invisibility cloak prevented him from stepping in.

"What is your name, boy?" Madam Pomfrey asked, directing her question to Shadow.

"Spike Shadow," he replied, his voice clear and calm.

"Well, Mr. Shadow, since you're here, would you be so kind as to hold Mr. Malfoy's head up, so I can give him his potion for the day?"

The look on Shadow's face couldn't have been more obvious. He was nervous, but intrigued all the same. What was his relationship to Scorpius anyway? Albus watched in horror as Shadow slowly made his way to where Albus was standing. Not having any other choice, Albus retreated and watched with growing regret as Shadow gently lifted Scorpius' head high enough for Madam Pomfrey to pour the potion into his mouth without it spilling.

Albus watched, his fury building, as he spotted Shadow's thumb caressing Scorpius' neck surreptitiously. It would have been a nice gesture, except for two things, Scorpius was very obviously enjoying it, and it wasn't Albus who's hands were calming Scorpius, but another's.

An angry hiss of pain escaped his lips, and he looked down at his hands and noticed blood forming on both his palms, in the shape of fingernails. He looked up abruptly and saw that Scorpius was looking right at him. For a moment, he stared right back, and then remembered it was impossible for Scorpius to have seen him.

Even so, he waited with bated breath until the moment Scorpius would look away from him. He never did. Albus began to grow anxious, even as Madam Pomfrey moved away; Scorpius still did not look away. When the Shadow boy turned his way as well, he knew he was in trouble.

"What you lookin' at mate?" He asked Scorpius curiously, obviously seeing as much as Scorpius, which came down to absolutely nothing.

"Oh, nothing," Scorpius said in an offhand tone, "Just something that sounded strangely familiar."

Shadow boy nodded, but didn't look convinced. "There's nothing there, you know…" he finally said, his voice uncertain. Scorpius had obviously hit his head quite hard.

Scorpius shrugged, and didn't give another attempt to sound convincing. "Yep, whatever…Shouldn't you be going down to the Great Hall for breakfast already?" he asked gently, but almost forceful, as if he wanted Shadow to leave.

If Spike knew he was being pushed out, he gave no indication. Softly, he gave Scorpius a kiss on the forehead, "I'll see you later, Scorp, feel better mate." Scorpius had the decency to blush, and nodding his head, he closed his eyes and leaned more deeply into the pillow.

By now, Albus was seething mad. Scorp? He was on nickname basis…that bloody fucking BASTARD! The blood in his palms had grown, and was nearly a puddle in his clenched fist.

Double checking to make sure Scorpius' eyes were shut, he grabbed a nearby towel off the nightstand, and dried his hands of the blood. His fingers were mostly clean, and he was glad for that. He neared Scorpius' form, and saw even breathing. He must've been tired.

Albus relaxed slightly, and exhaled, his warm breath drifting across Scorpius' sleeping face. For a second, he thought he saw Scorpius' pulse jump, as if Scorpius knew Albus was standing there, but he was sleeping, so Albus just deduced it was only him.

For a full ten minutes, Albus just looked, thought, and wondered. Here was Scorpius Malfoy, they had somehow made a camaraderie, and from that they became best friends. It all happened very fast, but Albus wasn't bothered. Now however, things were different. He knew within his heart, that Scorpius now considered him his enemy.

Albus sighed, and stared at Scorpius' complacent and beautiful face. His breathing was still even, and by now, Albus was convinced Scorpius wouldn't hear anything that he would say.

He leaned closer, almost by Scorpius' ear, and murmured, "I'm sorry." There was so much more he wanted to say but he didn't know how. He wasn't sure anymore how he would act around his former friend, whether if another opportunity to beat him up would arise, if he would take it. He hoped he wasn't homophobic, but the way he was spurred into action last night, he wasn't sure. Gay things did bother him, but to such a frightening extent?

A spare lock of Scorpius' hair fell into the latter's face. Without really thinking about it, he brushed it to the side. Spaced out, he didn't realize Scorpius' breath hitch, nor his lips tremble.

Not having anything else to say, he stood up, and quietly made his away from the bed. His grip on the towel lessened, and he unclenched his fists. So spaced out was he, that he didn't notice the two drops of blood that fell as he made his way out of the Hospital Wing.

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Scorpius waited until he was sure Albus had left, and then opened his eyes. They were wide, he had heard everything Albus had said, he thought he'd heard Albus gasp when Spike had been with him, and now he was almost certain. Looking over his bed frame and onto the floor he saw the two drops of blood Albus had left behind. And then he was positive. Not knowing what to feel about it, a tear dropped from his eyes, and then another.

Scorpius flopped his body tiredly back onto the soft pillows. He tried forcing his body to sleep again, but it was useless. The two words Albus murmured repeating itself constantly in his brain over and over. I'm sorry. Sorry was just a word. It didn't mean anything. Especially coming from Albus.

It did sound genuine though. Scorpius sighed, he would see for himself. Albus had time to prove himself, and if he did, then he would learn to forgive him. Perhaps, even like him again. For now though…Spike seemed to be acting interestingly. Straight my arse. Scorpius chuckled, and then, finally drifted off into a tired sleep, feeling, as if he hadn't slept most of the night.

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Albus didn't come to visit him again. Scorpius had been there for an entire week. Spike though…Scorpius smirked as he lay reclined on his back reading the latest daily prophet. Spike had come every day. Spike seemed to have taken a strange and protective liking of him. He didn't mind, at least he had company. His heart however, thought otherwise. He missed Albus, and he hated admitting it. The twat deserved a good punch in the face, that he wouldn't deny. But it was Albus for Merlin's sake! The guy was a doll….was being the main point here…his mind argued with him..now he was just a mindless git.

He was being released today, and Spike had yet to come. Scorpius wasn't worried though, he always came, without fail. It was like the roles had reversed, Spike had become a sweetheart, and Albus the evil minion. We'll see what happens thought, I said I'd give him a chance…let's see what he does with it.

He had barely finished the thought, when Spike entered the Hospital Wing. He looked the same as usual, wearing a nice pair of jeans, a tee shirt, and his Slytherin Robes. He was quite attractive, but his addiction was still Albus, that boy was beautiful, no matter that he had become a heartless bully overnight.

Spike never really said anything, he would just sit next to Scorpius while the latter would enjoy reading or doing something else, and that was how Scorpius preferred it. Today though, Spike seemed to have something on his mind. Scorpius sighed. He knew what was coming, and he prepared himself to play dumb.

"Err, Scorp mate?" Spike started tentatively.

"Hmmmm," Scorpius replied, pretending to read the middle of the daily prophet, although he had already finished it cover to cover.

Scorpius expected him to beat around the bush, like he had the first time he had asked, the day after Scorpius had been admitted. But he was surprised, and almost lost his cool, when he just came out with it.

"Who hurt you, Scorpius?" he asked brusquely, as if having practiced saying it in his mind, and only now just managed to blurt it out.

"I-err-excuse me?" Scorpius finally gasped out, his calm exterior broken.

"I said," Spike retorted evenly and slowly, "who. hurt. you." He annunciated each word like one sentence, and Scorpius couldn't act as if he hadn't heard this time.

Albus, and his friends.. "I…I don't know..they got me from behind, and…" he trailed off at the look on Spike's face. It was venomous, and filled with wrath.
"Right, Scorpius." Spike finally said, and before he could utter another word, Madam Pomfrey walked in, interrupting the two boys.

"Mr. Malfoy?" She said, addressing her clipboard.

"Mmmm?" Scorpius mumbled, not in the mood of anymore conversation.

"You are free to go, and I should hope I don't see you again," Her voice was cross, but her eyes gentle, like a grandmother observing their grandchild, and hoping for the best.

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey, I shall be wary of dark corridors in the future." He flashed her a quick smirk, his eyes shining, and Madam Pomfrey chuckled while she watched the two men leave the room together.

"So," Spike murmured, once they were away from the Hospital Wing, "back to the dorms, yeah?"

"Yeah, sounds good,"

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Albus sat in the Common Room in front of the roaring fireplace. Although most of the Slytherin house was currently sitting there in the Common Room with him, it was very quiet. Students murmuring amongst themselves, some doing homework, and others playing wizards chess, or exploding snap. If he was a Ravenclaw, this must have been what it would feel like every day. The quiet wasn't normal. It was so quiet, you could probably hear conversation outside of the dungeon doors, if someone were to have one.

As if Albus' thoughts could be heard throughout the room, Albus' friend Nicholas Boot spoke up. Alex Creevy, who was sitting right next to them, perked up his ears, waiting for the bomb to explode. The two of them were the only ones in all of Slytherin who knew what had occurred to Scorpius, besides himself. According to what Scorpius told Madam Pomfrey, he didn't know either. Albus knew this was a lie, since Scorpius had pleaded with him, so why Scorpius was hiding the truth, he didn't know.

Nicholas' voice carried, and it seemed as if the entire Common Room quieted even more to listen.

"I heard the fag is coming back tonight, Potter." Boot jeered.

"Shut it moron!" Albus hissed, although people were already beginning to whisper. But Nicholas didn't pay him any attention, he seemed to like his audience better. He stood up, and all heads turned to him.

"Who hates queers?" He shouted to the eagerly listening crowd.

There was a loud cheer, and everyone began shouting at once. Albus, who had enough yanked Nicholas by the sleeve and pushed him down on the couch. The evil look in the latter's eyes made Albus realize this was a lost cause.

"What, Potter, you a ponce yourself? Do you dream of sucking Malfoy's dick? He's a fuckin queer, he should die!"

Albus paled, no, he was not gay, he hated everything gay. And then he remembered his dream, something about Scorpius, and Lotus…he would have to fetch that memory, see what it was. With a quivering voice, he replied, "No, I am definitely not a queer."

Nicholas nodded his head in agreement, and then said harshly, "So, shut up, and let me have my moment of glory here, yeah?"

Albus nodded numbly, and sat back into the couch, his ears pounding. Whatever his views on gay people, death wasn't one of them. Yes, a beat up here and there…but death? No, that wouldn't do. But Albus didn't stop Nicholas. He knew it would only get worse, most people didn't know it was Scorpius who was returning, so maybe it would still be alright. His thoughts were disturbed when suddenly a small voice from the center of the crowd spoke up. It was a younger student, and for some reason, everyone lowered their voice to see what would be said.

"Who….who's coming back tonight?" The young boy asked.

Albus couldn't say for sure, but he thought Nicholas' face turned menacing at the question.

"Malfoy…Scorpius Malfoy."

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Spike Shadow strolled quietly back to the Dungeons with Scorpius. He had a lot on his mind, most of which, who had really beaten Scorpius to a pulp. He wasn't in a big rush, and he noticed, neither was Scorpius. Did that mean, whoever had beaten him up was someone from their very own Slytherin house? It made sense, as Slytherin's had a tendency to follow the rule "Every man for himself"

He also wondered how anyone had even found out, he never told anyone, and he assumed, neither had Scorpius. Wondering if he was correct, he phrased his question outloud. In an offhand manner he murmured, "How did anyone find out about us anyway?"

Scorpius shrugged, and went, if possible, deeper into his shell that he had concocted ever since they had left the hospital.

They passed the kitchens, and knowing Scorpius didn't care much for the Hospital wing, slowed down.

"Care for a bite?" he asked softly, and for the first time that night, Scorpius smiled.

Spike tickled the pear which giggled, and then the door swung open, revealing a horde of house elves, seemingly ready to serve the two boys that had just walked in.

"Mr. Malfoy sir, and?" A small female house elf squeaked, as she escorted them to a table where immediately, cake, cookies, tea, and pumpkin juice arrived from a fellow of other house elves who seemed pleased at providing them with edibles.

"Mr. Shadow?" Spike replied uncertainly, but grinned at Scorpius' continuous smile, seemed like food made the other Slytherin happy. He would have to keep that in mind.

Soon, they were laden with heaping fills of fried chicken, mashed potatoes with fried onions, salad, ketchup, and butterbeer. Where the house elves got off giving them butterbeer, he didn't know, but he sure wasn't complaining.

"So, our first date, huh?" Spike chortled out, looking up at Scorpius through his long black lashes.

Scorpius choked on the butterbeer he was drinking. "Date? What happened to you being straight and experimenting?" he asked quirking an eyebrow.

Spike waved a hand in midair, as if to say, oh that? That was nothing. But he only smiled in response.

Scorpius rolled his eyes, and put down his butterbeer. "We're not dating, Spike." He replied firmly, but gently, not saying anything further.

Spike gave no indication that Scorpius' words had hurt him, but then, some things he would never know.

Scorpius was no longer smiling; instead, he had a pained look on his face, one that Spike couldn't understand. What was wrong?

He led the younger boy out of kitchens, once they both had stopped eating. Scorpius still hadn't said a word, and from experience, Spike knew he wouldn't be saying anything for a good long while. Sighing, he and Scorpius walked the rest of the way to the dormitories.

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Scorpius walked quietly down the corridor with Spike at his side. The older Slytherin seemed to know he wanted some silence, and was grateful he made no move to make conversation. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked over at Spike. The man had a serene and calm look about him, and Scorpius couldn't help but wonder what had changed in the man. When they had first met, he was a demanding prick, now he thought they were dating? It made no sense. Was it because he had helped Scorpius when he was in peril, and in the need of a savior? It was just his luck that it was Spike that found him, and not say a girl. Not that it would matter, as he was gay. But, now he had a boy here, who seemed to have acquired some sort of feelings for him.

Scorpius' mind slowly drifted to Albus, the Albus of before, the one who was his friend, and laughed with him. He missed that Albus a lot, and he didn't know if he would ever get him back. He spaced out, and imagined how Albus had looked, naked, in the prefects bath with him, the feeling of Albus' lips as he had kissed him chastely when he was sleeping. It was warm and soft, and Scorpius felt his fingers go to his lips as he remembered this. His dick seemed to remember this as well, and twitched painfully within his now tight trousers. He palmed at it subconsciously, and seemed to forget that Spike was walking right beside him.

When he looked up, he saw Spike giving his erection a hungry look, and for a moment, thought he would comment, but like the gentleman he had become, he looked away and said nothing.

Scorpius couldn't help but roll his eyes for a second time, at Spike's strange antics. Feeling uncertain, he looked toward Spike again, and finally mouthed his thoughts.

"Err…do you want to help me out with this?" he murmured, stopping a couple of feet away from the Common Room, feeling stupid as Spike gave him a curious stare.

"I thought you were my sex slave, Malfoy," he replied, but with no bite.

Scorpius paled, and edged away from the elder boy, who immediately said, "I was kidding, mate, relax!" in a very strangled voice.

Sighing, Scorpius stayed where he was, until Spike took him gently by the hand, and steered him into a corridor away from the general public. For a moment, he panicked, as memories of what Albus had done, surfaced into his mind, and his breath hitched.

"Alright?" Spike questioned, looking at the Malfoy heir with some concern.

"I-it just reminds me of the night I was attacked," he responded softly. "It was closed off like this, and they came at me..and I-I don't know…" he stumbled on his words, and flushed an angry red color at his embarrassment.

"It's alright, Scorp, I won't hurt you, and I'll protect you. Now..do…do you want me to help you with.." he pointed in the general direction of Scorpius' aching erection, and the latter nodded.

Scorpius watched, as Spike neared him with a look of lust, and something else on his face, but seeing no intention of harm in Spike's demeanor and profile, he relaxed slowly, as Spike embraced him.

Scorpius put his arms around Spike's neck, and then Spike's lips were on his, cool, and gentle.

It started off slow, and calm, just lips on lips, and then Spike slid his tongue over Scorpius' lip requesting entrance, which Scorpius granted. Arms and limbs became one after that, tongues battling for dominance, searching the other out, and learning the territory.

Spike then lowered his lips and nibbled on Scorpius' neck, licking and biting, just beneath his collar. Scorpius moaned and ground his hip into Spike's in a needy fashion. Spike pushed his own erection back at Scorpius, and together they rubbed each other while Spike kissed Scorpius' skin, and rubbed his arms all over the younger man's body.

Scorpius made another unrecognizable noise, and grabbed at Spike's clothes, pushing them off his shoulders.

"Now yours." Spike gasped out, and Scorpius shed of his shirt, rubbing his now naked torso against Spike's very firm, toned chest. They both moaned out again, their arousals high and strong.

Scorpius grabbed Spike's lips, and again, the battle for upper hand went on, as each boy ground at each other, while feeling the bodies rub against one another in a meticulous fashion.

"Pants!" Scorpius grunted, and he grabbed at Spike's belt, while the latter grabbed at his own. Underwear followed, and for a moment, both stared at each other, taking in their naked form.

Spike grabbed at Scorpius' dripping man hood, and rubbed it softly, the younger boy arching into his fist, moaning loudly, for all to hear. He took the other boys lips in his again, and continued rubbing Scorpius until the latter's harsh breathing, prevented them from kissing further.

Scorpius felt his knees tremble and almost fell to the floor, the pleasure so intense. "I think I'm gonna…." He started, but Spike immediately took his fist away, Scorpius whimpering at the loss.

"Come, now, Scorp. Lie down, I'll finish the job there…" Spike whispered out, his own erection begging for attention.

The two of them got onto the cold stone floor, but their bodies were so heated, neither of them took notice.

Spike lowered his head, and put his lips tenderly around the throbbing cock, licking the precum away before lowering his head, and taking in Scorpius fully. Scorpius arched into his mouth, and unintelligibly moaned something that sounded like ungh…

While Spike bobbed his head up and down, he reached for his own erection and began providing himself ministrations. Even through his pleasured haze, Scorpius noticed, and grabbed onto Spike's arousal, taking over, and rubbed him up and down, while Spike sucked, licked and nibbled at his own erect dick.

"Oh God!" Scorpius screamed suddenly, "Spike..I'm gonna…ungh!"

Spike felt the yonger boys, cock pulse and said softly, "cum for me, baby…" and then Scorpius exploded into his mouth, his eyes closed, and his body spent. His hand gently moving up and down Spike's pulsing cock, waiting for him to cum as well, but watching Scorpius cum for him was so erotic, he came not moments later, and lied down on the floor taking Scorpius into his arms, murmuring into his ear, "How was that, Scorp?" he asked gently.

"So fuckin good…" was the response.

Spike smiled, happy he was able to cheer the Malfoy heir up, and then waited quietly by the latter's side, patiently waiting for him to catch his bearings. Everything would be alright now.

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The Common Room had broken out into a chaos, once the name of the "fag" had gotten out. No one had expected Scorpius Malfoy to be gay, but now, the entire Slytherin knew, (or most of it, anyway) and Albus knew it was his fault. He was terrified of what would happen when Scorpius would walk through the door.

The door suddenly opened, and a disheveled looking Scorpius walked through, followed by a tousled looking Spike Shadow. They must've done something, because the two of them looked spent and happy. Albus felt his irritation fly up the handle and stared at Scorpius venomously. So, he was with Spike now? Is that how it was gonna be? Albus leaves the picture, and whoosh, in comes Spike. He thought not. He stood up, ready to confront Scorpius, and yell at him for being a stupid arse bandit. But Nicholas Boot beat him too it.

"Aha!" he yelled joyously, and the Common Room abruptly turned silent, all eyes turned to either Nicholas or Scorpius.

"The Cock sucker is here!" and then, all the joy went out of his voice, as he menacingly stepped off the table, and moved towards Scorpius. Spike immediately stood in front of him, and held his arms up, as if to protect the smaller boy behind him.

The rage intensified within Albus, and he knew then that he wouldn't stick up for Scorpius. Not this time. The feeling in his heart, whatever it was, was too strong.

Scorpius' eyes widened as he looked around the Common Room and at everyone staring at him with disdainful eyes. Whispers of 'Shirt Lifter, Queer, Fag,' and other embarrassing things swept through the room, and Scorpius had to try very hard to pretend this didn't bother him. He didn't deny anything however, and just looked away from everyone, thankful, that he had walked into the Common Room separate from Spike, and that they were not holding hands. Not that they would have anyway…but yeah.

A resounding smack, and sudden pain in his face caused him to jump out of his reverie. It was the same kid that had beat him up a week ago, and he seemed to have come in for another round. Scorpius did not look for the second boy, nor did he try and seek out Albus, he knew deep down, that Albus would not come to his rescue.

Refusing to say anything, he looked resolutely away from the boy who was standing in front of him, trying to get his attention with rude comments. His straying eyes, however, managed to find Albus standing not far from where he was, and the look in Albus' eyes, one of defiance, and uncertainty was enough to make Scorpius break.

He knew that Albus wouldn't come through, he was a Potter, Potter's never cared about anything, other than themselves, just like his father had rightfully explained. Spike had punched the boy in front of him, but he was back up in an instant, laughing his head off, as if this whole thing was funny. Why was he only being targeted, Spike was also …gay…at least, that's what it looked like to him.

A tear had trickled down his eye, and he didn't swipe it away, he feared that he would be caught and would be laughed at for being a poof and a baby. Scorpius kept his eyes downcast, and away from everyone else. Spike was still trying to put the attention on him, and Scorpius took this opportunity to move stealthily away.

Albus was the one who stopped him. "Going somewhere?" he asked spitefully, the anger and disdain coursing obviously through his voice. Scorpius flinched, but kept moving, away from the other boys, and away from Albus., he needed nobody.

Albus didn't let him go. He followed him on the stairs to the dorms, and then when the two of them were alone, Scorpius was pushed into the wall, Albus putting his full body weight on him to keep him in place.

"So, Spike is your boy toy now?" Albus' voice came through to his brain. He hadn't realized Albus had been talking. He had dreamt yet again, of this, Albus pushing him to the wall, and ravaging him with his mouth, and grinding his hips against Scorpius….

Unwillingly, Scorpius felt himself begin to harden, and was mortified by the look of disgust on Albus' face.

"You're disgusting! Why don't you go and whore yourself over to Spike, I'm sure you've already done that, just as I witnessed last week. I'm sure you've moaned his name, as he touched you in places that make you feel special, is that it?" Albus was nearly shouting, and his face came within an inch of Scorpius, "You're a dirty pervert, that's all." Scorpius couldn't take it any longer. The boy from downstairs tormenting him was one thing, he didn't know the bloke from Adam…Albus on the other hand? That hurt each and every time. As fresh tears sprouted on his face, he felt, Albus jerk his knee up, and kick his groin with fervor. He was mad, Scorpius understood that, but the pain was intolerable. Why did Albus feel this way, why did he keep coming back to hurt him?

Albus, deciding to humiliate him further spit into his face, as the other Slytherin went down in a heap. The only sound Scorpius emitted however, was a small yelp. His eyes screwed shut, he gripped his groin in his hand, wishing the pain away. He forced himself to stand, clinging onto the wall for support.

"I thought you're sorry." Scorpius murmured, looking at Albus betrayal written all over his features. "You apologized to me, I heard you…What changed your mind. What made you act like this towards me?" His voice broke, and he saw a brief flash of guilt and regret in Albus' eyes, before they were exchanged with the cold look it had before.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Albus bit out,

"I heard you, Albus, you whispered it into my ear. I thought I was hallucinating, but then I saw droplets of blood fall from midair, as you left the Hospital Wing. I saw you, Albus, Invisible charm or not. I saw you. And you can't deny it." This last bit was a lie, he only saw the blood after he was certain whoever it was had left, but Albus didn't need to know that. The look of shock and fear on Albus' face confirmed it enough for him.

"Fuck you, Malfoy." Albus replied, without looking at Scorpius again, he whirled around and headed for their dorm room. Not that it would prevent anything, as Scorpius was headed their himself. He gave the Golden boy's child a few moments, and then followed him into the room. He had enough of this crap. If people thought he was gay, he would show them gay. He had enough money, all he would do now, was flaunt it.

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