I should probably blame my lapse of writing on Tom Felton, I saw him on TV, saw how handsome he was and suddenly got an obsession with reading Harry/Draco stories….do forgive me :p

Lovely lemons ahead, (somewhat,) I hope that should make up for the lost time…..

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Submissively Acquainted

Previously on MITTC:

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 rush to his face. Scorpius had met his eye and smirked, a knowing smile lighting his face once he let the smug look retreat from his features. Albus had only looked away, running out to the lavatories to relieve his aching prick.

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

Now, as Albus lay there, relaxing in the tub, he knew, without a doubt that he was completely straight. Nodding to himself, he tried to convince his thumping heart, and flushed body, but ignored it when they refused to listen.

The fates were not with him that night, and he gulped when Scorpius Malfoy walked into the prefect's bathroom, his tight clothes sitting wonderfully on his taut and lithe 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 was after all straight…a small voice interrupted his musings, insisting that he wouldn't look away, no, that would be a terrible 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' eyes fluttered opened , 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 avert his gaze, Scorpius began taking 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, carelessly 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, and knew just how to get it. Secondly, of course, yes, he'd get pleasure, but he would get the satisfaction of Albus moaning, and begging for him, it would be fun.

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 slip beneath the tub, doing very obvious things. 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.

And Now:

"Hello, Potter." Albus heard through his completely fogged up brain. Malfoy was drawing nearer to him, and he couldn't help but retreat, palming at his erection while he screamed in his head for him not to care at what the other man was doing to him. The lust in the other boys eyes was almost too much.

With a jolt, he realized that the two of them were both very naked, the bubbles in the tub not nearly enough to completely cover him. It didn't help matters, that Malfoy was gay. Malfoy wouldn't mind having another boy in a tub with him.

Without meaning too, he looked up and met Malfoy's eyes. As if they had never left, the cool orbs of steel were still locked on his emerald ones. Thankfully, he had stopped a foot away, still in touching distance, but far enough to calm his pounding heart somewhat.

"What, exactly," Albus muttered angrily, "is it, that you want?" his voice was cold, but the tremble was still there, and he kicked himself mentally for being unable to get the higher hand.

Malfoy shrugged benevolently, but Albus knew it was all bolloks. He knew without a doubt, that Malfoy had something up his sleeve, if the glint in his eye, and the stance of his posture was anything to go by.

"Malfoy!" Albus said angrily, lunging forward and grabbing the other boy by the neck. Malfoy merely smirked and jutted his hips forward, and Albus realized he had just come within touching territory, and felt the friction of two hard erections scrape against each other. Hissing, he reared back, panic in his eyes.

Malfoy laughed evilly at him, sifting long fingers through his hair, all the while not taking his eyes off his pallid face.

"Get out!" Albus snarled, but knew it would do him no good, Malfoy just smirked knowingly and moved closer to him, making his breath hitch.

"I think not," the blond replied smoothly, "I believe I have a meeting with the underwaters…."

And not waiting for a reply, Malfoy dived beneath the deep pool and began to slither…somewhere. Albus didn't know quite where, but he refused to move, lest he bump into the other boy on his journey to the "underwaters" as the man claimed.

As Scorpius lowered himself into the soapy water, he expected the need to close his eyes away from the bubbles, but apparently, Hogwarts soap didn't bother eyes. All the more grateful for the magic the castle had, he swam towards his destination, the very obviously quivering boy that was stood open before him.

A pleasurable shock went southward, and he took a moment to appreciate the boy before him. He was indeed very beautiful.

His legs were long and slender, quidditch serving him well indeed. The long gangly legs were kicking slightly, perhaps, to remain afloat, but Scorpius paid them no mind, he drew nearer, and put his eager hands on the thighs, stilling the kicking immediately. He caressed the muscled legs, and every time getting ever closer to the throbbing thick cock that kept twitching at everything he did.

With a pang, he knew he couldn't just latch onto Potter's dick like he wanted too, that boy would have to beg him first.

His skilled hands climbed higher onto the soft skin, rubbing his thumbs precariously close to Potter's cock, but then jumped around the skin, and continued to maneuver upward. As he reached the belly button, he felt the sudden need to breathe and surged upward.

With a splash, he came face to face with a very tormented looking boy.

Potter was breathing hard, his face flushed, and a glint in his eyes that Scorpius couldn't identify with.

Scorpius had already taken his hands off Albus when he surfaced, and he couldn't decide if Potter looked like he wanted more, or if he was glad Scorpius' hands' were no longer touching him.

For a second he waited, and then brought his fingers to Potter's chest. He waited for the smack to come, or maybe the punch, but was thrilled when Potter's breath hitched in his throat, and he cheered quietly to himself. Phase three complete? He wasn't sure yet, he would just have to wait and see.

Albus watched with a growing horror, as Malfoy continued touching him. He wanted to lash out, kick him, make him feel pain like he had when he first found out he was gay, but being touched like this felt so good, and he couldn't move.

Malfoy's fingers latched onto his nipples, and he arched into the latter, a small sound coming out of his mouth. He shut it promptly, shutting his eyes, hoping beyond hope that Malfoy would not meet his gaze. But curiosity got the better of him, as it usually did, and he opened his eyes and met Malfoy's lust filled stare looking back at him.

He whimpered. This wasn't good, why was all this turning him on? He was so very obviously not gay! He liked girls! He had a bloody girlfriend for Merlin's sake!

Suddenly, Malfoy's taut body was against his and he was gone. "No…no.." he murmured softly, not meaning it. "I have a girlfriend." He managed to gurgle out, but he felt Malfoy's cock rub against his, and he moaned, all thoughts lost again.

Scorpius' heart was soaring gleefully. He had Potter right where he wanted him. Ye, so he had a girlfriend, who bloody gave a crap? Not him. Besides, Potter seemed to be enjoying himself…to a degree anyway. He hadn't begged yet, and so his mission wasn't complete.

Scorpius knew that he was probably the only male ever to rub himself against the famous Potter boy, who had the whole school on his side, merely because his father was the bloody boy who lived. Whoop de freakin do. As he thought, he kept up his ministrations of touching everywhere on Potter's body, besides the obvious places of course. Like his throbbing arousal that keeps rubbing against mine, dammit!

Suddenly, he heard Potter whimper. Ah, finally! Without further ado, he brought his lips to the other man neck, and began placing soft kisses everywhere he could reach. He would not kiss his lips, nope, that came with the begging.

His lust was strong though, and he couldn't handle being sensitive anymore. Potter was nearly limp in his arms, but he wouldn't have that. He pushed Potter roughly, until he was smack against the tub wall. He continued kissing his neck, shoulders, and torso, biting, sucking and nibbling in every place he could reach.

Potter kept moaning and gasping, little breaths of air escaping every so often. Scorpius was close, just from the way Potter looked with that innocent look on his face, pants and huffs still escaping even after he had stopped kissing him.

Potter kept his eyes closed, and Scorpius knew that he was ready, knew that he would beg now. Going for both areas at once, the boys lips, and manhood, he hoped, that Potter would break, because he needed a release, and soon.

With one hand near Potter's balls, and his lips at the edge of the man's lips, he struck. He kissed at the corner of Potter's mouth, whilst he grasped and squeezed the balls, rubbing his thumbs round and round to create a good sensation.

He hit a goldmine. Potter jerked his hips forward and yelped, his hands scratched into Scorpius' back, and his lips tried to kiss Scorpius, just like he planned, but he turned his cheek, and moved back, away from the squirmy needy Potter.

"No!" Potter moaned, reaching forward, trying to grasp onto Scorpius. Scorpius let him, and then took the other boys face into his hands, forcing him to meet his gaze.

"What do you want, Potter?" he asked softly, wondering if Potter would break, and give in. He felt as Potter leaned into his touch subconsciously, and knew, even if Potter wouldn't give in now, Scorpius had him right where he wanted him.

"Well?" he asked silkily, but Potter seemed to be fighting himself.

"Nothing," Potter replied petulantly.

"Alright then." Scorpius murmured smugly, and released Potter's face and turned away, as if to leave.

He had reached the first step, before a shaky voice called back to him.

"Wait," Potter whispered, his face pale, and filled with need. "I…I"

"Yes?" Scorpius asked grinning in spite of himself.

"Don't leave…" he muttered, blushing scarlet.

"And why shouldn't I leave, Potter?"

"I..You…"

Scorpius watched, as Potter battled with himself needing to say the truth, but embarrassed to a degree where he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"You, me..what, Potter?" Scorpius said, feeling a little bad about Potter's predicament.

Deciding to help matters a long, he put his palm on Potter's face, and stroked the latter's cheek softly with his thumb.

"You've put me in a …situation, and well…I'd appreciate if you could get me out of the situation." Potter finally blurted out, looking down, humiliated beyond belief.

Scorpius sighed, but he refused to back down. "I'll need you to beg me, then Potter," he replied smugly, lifting his other hand to Potter's free cheek so he couldn't look away.

As if to prove his point, he jutted his hips forward again, his dick slapped against Potter, and he saw Potter's eyes roll back behind his eyelids. He lowered his hands down to Potter's slim waist, and jutted again, with more force. Potter moaned, without restraint, and Scorpius felt Potter's dick twitch near his thigh.

Again, he retreated, and waited. Potter would beg this time, all he had to do was wait.

Eyes still closed, a small murmur left Potter's mouth. "Please," Potter gasped out, almost indiscernibly.

"Please," he said again, softer this time.

Scorpius leaned in, pressing his body against the smaller boy, and leaned down to whisper seductively in his ear. "Please, what, Potter"

"D-don't stop." Potter whimpered. "Just don't stop…"

Scorpius, smiled, and began nibbling on Potter's ear, his breath ghosting over Potter's face. He took his time, until he began lowering his lips down Potter's jaw line, inching ever nearer to his destination. Potter's lips.

Scorpius' breath caught, when he saw how ready Potter was for him, his lips partially opened, as if waiting, to grant the other boy entrance. Not waiting for an invitation, he dove in, biting brutally at the lips, kissing with fervor and a passion, it was the second time he felt Potter's soft lips on his, and with all this foreplay, he nearly came, just at the sensation he was finally feeling, after so long. For a moment, Potter did nothing, but let himself be kissed, and then, as if he was uncertain, his lips responded, slowly he melded his lips onto Scorpius' and let Scorpius lead.

Scorpius took this opportunity, and without warning gripped Potter's dick. He felt Potter gasp into his mouth, but didn't stop his brutal kissing. He had already dominated the jet-black haired boy, now all he wanted to do was make him come, and then leave him there, then perhaps, run to their dormitory, cast a silencing charm around his bed, and wank like there was no tomorrow.

"Fuck!" he heard, as he was brought back to earth, still wanking the smaller boy. Scorpius smiled cheekily. Seemed as if Perfect Potter cursed after all, not just at gay boys he wasn't fond of.

He deepened the kiss, and explored Potter's mouth, while the latter was trying to catch his breath, and keep up the kiss. Suddenly, Potter through his head back, and very nearly screamed "ungh! Malfoy!" as he came with bursting strength all over Scorpius' fingers.

Scorpius waited momentarily for Potter to come down from his orgasm, smirking from the fact that Potter had screamed his name whilst he orgasmed.

When Potter finally met his gaze, Scorpius made a big show of licking off his fingers, one by one, cleaning them of Potter's come. When he was all clean, he neatly extracted himself from Potter's limbs, and with a swish of his hips, and a wag of his arse, he left the tub, drying himself off, and not looking back.

Albus watched open mouthed as Scorpius Malfoy left the Prefects Bathroom. He couldn't describe how he felt, only that, it was two sided, and that just confused him. On the one hand, he felt used, and dirty, he knew that it wasn't rape, because he hadn't done one thing to stop Malfoy from having fun with him, he still believed he was straight, yes, fine, it felt good, yes, he orgasmed dammit…but…that was because Malfoy was just good. He wanted more, someday, maybe, but he knew it wouldn't happen, because he was straight, and straight men didn't go about making out with gay, if sexy men.

His dream came back to him. Lotus had had the same one as him; maybe it was a prophecy of some sort? He couldn't be sure, but he contemplated the possibility as he exited the tub with trembling legs.

Albus dressed slowly, he wasn't in a rush to see anyone, least of all Malfoy. Finally, he left, leaving only his pride behind, but what was his pride anyway…he sighed; his pride was everything.

The next day at breakfast, Albus sat as far away from Malfoy as he could. It wasn't that difficult, he had been the first to arrive from the Slytherins. He sat down in the corner, making himself comfortable. Quietly, he began buttering toast and scooping eggs and vegetables into his plate.

Gradually, the hall began to fill with more students, most of them traipsing slowly, nobody rushing. His head was down when Malfoy finally entered, but a subtle cough had him looking up. He immediately regretted it. Malfoy was there, and that Shadow bloke had his arm around Malfoy's waist, whispering something in his ear.

Albus didn't know why he cared, but the anger he felt suddenly wasn't an accident. Malfoy had wanted him to notice. Malfoy had wanted Albus to see he was played. And realize he did. A blush lifted to his cheeks, and looked away determinedly. He couldn't help his peripheral vision however, and the lustful kiss Shadow gave Malfoy was anything but innocent. Malfoy didn't slap him away, instead, he kissed him back, soundly, and ignored everyone else. It didn't last too long, and for that Albus was thankful. He already felt like an idiot. He had let Malfoy kiss him, plus…some other inexcusable activities, that he felt extremely embarrassed now about, even more so. He wasn't sure, but he thought he had shouted Malfoy's name when he came. He had never orgasmed so strongly before, and he wondered what that could mean.

Lotus had sat down beside him, and he saw again, that Malfoy was observing him. Without thinking about it, he initiated a deep kiss with Lotus, who was surprised, but responded eagerly in kind. And unlike Malfoy, he made it last, even after people started wolf whistling, and cat calling. Finally, breathless, he released Lotus and she smiled bashfully back at him. He grinned and went back to his breakfast, but not before he saw Malfoy's angered face in his peripheral vision, once more. This time, he decidedly ignored it.

Lotus began chatting next to him, talking about this, that and the other, he heard her mention something about a dance, and hogsmeade, but just nodded every so often, and didn't pay attention. His mind, as it had been for the past fortnight, was elsewhere.

Scorpius was on break. He sat stoically on one of the green couches closest to the fire, wondering wistfully. Spike had become something of a ….friend with benefits? He had no idea. He hoped that Spike didn't think they were dating, because honestly, he didn't love the bloke, he liked him, but not enough to date. His love was still with the stupid Potter boy. He saw him make out with his girlfriend during breakfast, and the idiot seemed to enjoy it as well.

A jolt of jealousy had run through him, and he had lost his appetite. He closed his eyes, and remembered the delicious wank he had the night previously. He had literally run to his dorm, stripped to his underwear once more, and put his hand into his tightie wighties, moaning joyously, as he remembered how Albus had felt beneath him, pushed against the wall, and how their erections had felt rubbing against him. He felt himself grow hard again, and moved to get up to his bed, perhaps another wank was in order again?

He was about to lay down in his bed, when all of a sudden, he heard a peck at the window. Filled with lust, he ignored it for a second, his hand at the waistband of his jeans, yearning to go deeper, but the pecking became insistent, and he gave up. Annoyed, he went to the window and opened it to allow an unfamiliar snowy owl fly in, and a letter landed on his bed. The bird flew off without waiting for a reply, so he sat down, curiosity flowing through him, wondering who the letter could be from.

He opened the envelope carefully, and looked at its contents carefully. He recognized the handwriting immediately, but the words made his heart stutter in anticipation.

Malfoy, meet me tonight in the astronomy tower at 1 am. Come alone. Do not tell anyone you are meeting me. I will know if you told.

AP

The letter revealed nothing else, and Scorpius wondered what it could mean. With trembling hands, he put the parchment back into the envelope, and slid it beneath his pillows. His need to wank had diminished and he sat down on his bed, putting his head in his hands deep in thought. He would just have to wait until tonight to know what was going on.

With a resigned sigh, he layed back into his soft pillows, and let himself drift off to sleep, the quicker to bring himself to tonight he thought.

He didn't know then, that it would change him, nor what the consequences would be. But he was in a blissful sleep, and that was all that mattered right then.

A/N: some people say that the slytherin dungeons is located beneath the black lake, if this is true, let me know, and I may change how the owl arrived to Scorpius, unless no one cares :p

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