Controlling Your True Emotions

Disclaimer: Like always, I do not own Harry Potter. That hasn't changed, nor will it ever.

A/N: Hey everyone, I must apologize sincerely for not being able to update every week like I've been doing for some time, holidays are starting tonight, and will be going on for the next week and a half, I may, or may not have time to post another chapter for you, but I know you've been waiting, and I tried really hard to get this out for you today, even though I was swamped with work.

Please, give me some nice reviews, so I can feel good about myself :D

Thanks to Waldojeffers for telling me how to put in real line breaks…I hope I do them right :D

Scorpius' new look had surprisingly turned a new leaf in his popularity. The amount of girls that flocked to him, surmised into numbers of more than fifty. Every day that week, at least ten girls came up to him, and gushed about this that and the other, especially clothes. It made him realize, being gay wasn't all that bad. Not that he really went the way of girls, but the more shopping partners he could garner, and the more fashion tips he could acquire wasn't something worth complaining over.

The most surprising of all was Mckenna. She stuck to him like glue, and anyone who even tried to give him a dirty look, got such a filthy look in return, no one ever did it a second time.

Everything, Scorpius surmised, that night, whilst he lied in bed, was pretty darn perfect. All except for Albus, that is. Albus was an entire different entity, one that he didn't understand. After the last hit in the hall, Albus hadn't tried to hit him again, or beat him up, in fact Albus completely ignored him.

Scorpius wasn't sure he welcomed this change; no matter how much of an arse hole Albus had been, he still missed the physical contact. He missed looking into Albus' eyes, even if they were cold, and unrelenting.

The Slytherin table was full on his end, the non-ending line of girls trying to sit next to him, and some courageous boys too. Scorpius didn't think any of them were gay though, but he couldn't be sure. He took no interest in them however, as he had eyes for only one person, and that person was currently straight, and completely ignoring him.

It was lunchtime of that same day, that Albus looked at him for the first time in over a week, and the look in his eyes frightened him to a very big degree.

Albus' eyes looked vulnerable, scared, uncertain, and the usual hateful that Albus liked to share just for him. Today, however, it had magnified, Albus had stared straight at him, with a force he wasn't able to comprehend. Something had obviously happened, what, though, he couldn't be sure. But it was something very terrible; why else would Albus spare him a glance, especially such a scary, hateful one?

Scorpius looked away from Albus, his heart trembling. Albus had finally looked at him, yes; but now he regretted his wish for it. His hands shook, and more than one person took notice, McKenna eyed him suspiciously, not having seen such behavior in him for a while, but before she could ask, Scorpius interrupted her with a warning glance. His eyes said very clearly, 'not here'. McKenna nodded covertly, and the two of them quickly hustled out of the Great Hall, Scorpius looking behind him quickly to see if he was followed. When he saw no one running after them, he breathed a sigh of relief, only to come in eye contact again with a certain emerald green-eyed boy, who was staring at him with a hard look, every other emotion, obliterated.

Quickly, Scorpius grabbed onto McKenna's hand, and she led them into a quiet classroom where she eyed him with careful curiosity.

"What's up?" She finally asked, once Scorpius had managed to let go of her fingers.

Scorpius remained quiet for a moment, contemplating his words. McKenna waited patiently, watching Scorpius' body language, but finding nothing revealing there, waited.

"Albus looked at me today." He finally whispered, his body beginning to shake once more.

Scorpius watched McKenna, feeling more open and vulnerable than he would have liked, but waited for her reaction nonetheless. Anyone else would have laughed at him, that he was certain of, but McKenna just kept her eyes focused on a vacant area behind Scorpius and thought.

"What did his body language portray?" She asked inquisitively.

"Like something was revealed to him, and he wasn't prepared to face the consequences." Scorpius muttered in reply.

Albus watched as Scorpius retreated with his female friend, Spike should have been jealous, but speaking of which, the Shadow Boy was nowhere within his sight of vision. He watched the trembling boy until he was no longer visible, and then he let his head drop to the table, feeling every bit as weary as he did when he watched his dream in the pensieve he found in the staff room. Why such a valuable object was in such an open space was beyond him, but he had the map, and the cloak, so he couldn't really complain.

His dream was revealing in a very detrimental way. In his dream he had like Scorpius, ached for him, kissed him, thought the lad was handsome….And Lotus had warned him that he would be finding a new lover. Was Scorpius his would be "new lover"? he shuddered at the possibility, even though his dick had hardened at the remembrance of the dream. He swatted at his erection under the table, mentally yelling at it. How could Albus jr. think he can just pop up like that whenever he wanted? He couldn't! and that was that. But no matter how much he scolded his dick, it remained upright, saluting him, mocking him.

He sighed, he knew he was straight, knew it without a doubt, but his prick seemed to think otherwise. Scowling he covertly opened his zipper and rubbed at his arousal, trying to calm it.

Lost in thought, Albus didn't hear the arrival of someone who sat down directly next to him, and giggled. A kiss on the cheek, however, startled him out of his reverie, and he yelped, yanking a little harder than he intended.

"Lotus!" he groaned embarrassedly, covering his penis with both of his hands, trying to block it from view.

"Oh, give me a break, Albus," she grinned cheekily at him, and took hold of his long member, and began stroking it herself, continuing with a conversation he hadn't even heard to begin with. He was too busy wondering how no one saw the dirty things the two of them were doing under the table. He tried to contain his blush, and let his mind pay attention to what Lotus was saying.

"…new dresses finally came from my mum, they are so stunning." She gushed, looking over at Albus, waiting for him to say something, a boyfriend should say.

"Oh, err..very nice, Lotus." He commented with as much enthusiasm as he could.

Lotus rolled her eyes, and paused her stroking momentarily, watching Albus carefully, he obviously had something on his mind.

"Pray, tell, what's on your mind, Albus?" She asked him, wondering why his mind wasn't fully with her gushing and gloating about new clothes.

"I, errr…" Albus began cautiously, completely uncertain how he would explain his dream to his girlfriend. "I had a dream," he said, finally, checking her expression from beneath his eyelashes. She gave no reaction, just merely waited for him to continue. "It was very strange, err, I was in a meadow, and err, Scorpius Malfoy was there, with a whole bunch of other people, and they were all naked, and I was naked…." He stopped, his face flushing with embarrassment, but Lotus didn't laugh.

"And I came to you, and said you would find a new lover?" Lotus asked, her voice dropping a couple of octaves.

Albus gave no answer, and Lotus seemed to take this as acknowledgement that she was right.

"Shit! Albus! That was supposed to be a stupid dream! But if we both had it…." Her voice trailed off, and her eyes had dropped, sadness entering them.

"I didn't think it was true either, I had the dream sometime a few weeks ago, I didn't like it so I took it out of my mind. I hid the memory in my trunk, and only just took it out today, I put it in a pensieve today, because I was curious why I didn't want to remember it. I finally saw why I hit it, and it bothered me that you would tell me that I should find another lover, and that some other stuff happened, and I don't know."

He was babbling, and he knew it, but he couldn't get the thought of kissing Scorpius Malfoy out of his mind.

Lotus had been the one to comfort Albus after he freaked out, but Albus couldn't help but worry if things would change now between them. He hoped it wouldn't, and he'd made sure to kiss her thoroughly after, leaving a blushing Lotus behind. But now, while he rested his tired body in the prefects bathtub, his mind had wandered back to Scorpius.

As if Scorpius knew what he had been thinking, the prat had changed into extremely tight clothes, and increased the makeup and spikes that usually donned his being. He had looked…ethereal, godly, and Albus cringed as he remembered how he had reacted. His mouth had dropped open, his cock had twitched, and he felt the blood rushing to his face, as Scorpius met his eye and smirked, a knowing smile lighting his face once he let the smug look leave. Albus had only looked away, running out to the lavatories to relieve himself.

Scorpius' eyes had followed him, and Albus knew that the other man had known exactly what he had done.

But as Albus lay there, relaxing in the tub, he knew, without a doubt that he was completely straight, he nodded to himself, as if trying to convince his heart, and body, but ignored it when they refused to listen.

The fates were not with him that night, and Scorpius Malfoy walked into the prefect's bathroom, his tight clothes sitting wonderfully on his body. Albus had stilled, and balked, not uttering a sound as Scorpius entered, he had yet to realize that he was there, and he wanted it to stay that way. Perhaps, he would have a chance, and not have to witness Scorpius undress, he wouldn't look away, no, that would be a waste of eye candy….

His mind caught up, and he realized what he had just been thinking. Eye Candy? Am I 12? Merlin! Purposefully he turned his head away from Scorpius, and the resulting splash caused his fellow prefect to look straight at him, and then the smug look was back. Albus closed his eyes, and thought of his dream, and how Scorpius had treated him there. With a satisfied smile, Albus pretended not to care, and waited the approximate time it would take for a normal person to turn away from another, and then he opened his eyes once more, only to find Scorpius still staring, his eyes like grey molten lava, directly at him.

Scorpius watched how Albus was reacting to him, it was as if taking candy from a child, easy, but so cruel. He knew that Albus found him attractive, whether he would admit it or not. But Scorpius wasn't going to make this easy for Albus. He would flaunt his beauty, and make Albus beg for it, and he knew Albus would, he knew exactly what kind of moves to put on him. He watched as Albus shut his eyes, as if that would make him go away. He snickered quietly, and waited for the inevitable moment, when Albus would open them again.

After about thirty seconds, Scorpius watched as Albus opened his eyes, expecting to find Scorpius somewhere else, but as was evident in his wide eyed stare, Albus had not expected him to still be staring, straight at him. Phase one complete.

Pretending to finally avert his gaze, Scorpius began lifting off his tight t-shirt that he had worn specifically to taunt Albus. McKenna had suggested it, and Scorpius readily agreed, "Make him beg for your body, Scorpius, I've seen it, it's worth begging for" Scorpius had grinned and immediately went to change, putting on the tightest clothes he owned.

Now, slowly, and sensually he removed the rest of his t-shirt making sure to flex his abs. He heard a sharp intake of breath, and he knew he was being watched. He glanced at the mirror, admiring his hair, and casually carded his fingers through it. Once his hair was good and messy, he opened his belt, casually, slipping it through the clasp, and let it hang to its sides.

Even slower, he reached for the button of his jeans and let it pop open. It didn't make a sound, and no sound came from the bathtub, he knew however, that he was still being observed. The zipper came next, and with great care he pulled it down, and then slipped the now free pants down his clean, hairless legs. If anyone would have been looking, they would now see a very handsome boy, donned only in an Abercrombie and Fitch pair of tightie whities, with a semi hard erection.

He was doing this for two reasons, one, payback, Albus deserved to suffer, and all the better to do it emotionally, since he knew, punching would only result in him ruining his own beautiful face. He knew he was gorgeous, and he knew Albus thought so as well. This would be perfect. Not only that, but he wanted some pleasure as well, and he knew just how to get it.

He turned away from the mirror, and faced Albus, looking towards his left, pretending, like he had been doing for the past couple of minutes, that he was paying the other boy no mind. But as he slipped his fingers into his underwear, and letting it flop over his now hard dick, he watched once again for Albus' reaction.

With some satisfaction, Scorpius watched Albus gulp, and one hand go to his rock hard arousal. Phase two was now complete.

With practiced ease, he walked into the tub, and faced Albus' flushed face and gaping mouth.

"Hello, Potter." He said smugly.

A/N 2: oooohh…cliff hanger…somewhat :p