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WARNING: This chapter is rated closer to NC17 than M or R, be warned.

Teaching A Lesson

Albus stared at the letter he had quickly scribbled down.

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

He was currently standing in the Owlery, not minding the owl droppings on the floor, or the constant hooting.

To him, it seemed the right thing to do. Teaching Malfoy a lesson for what he put Albus through that night in the prefect's tub. He gritted his teeth, he had reacted all wrong. Definitely not the way a straight bloke would respond when met with the same circumstances. He still knew somewhere deep, deep down, that he was straight; he was Harry Potter's son, after all.

Albus sighed, as he attached the letter to his owl Dahlia. "Take this to Scorpius Malfoy," he whispered affectionately to her, she nipped his ear, and took off.

Slowly, he trudged out of the Owlery, not minding where his legs would carry him. His wanderings led him to the entrance hall. It was almost curfew, and a few stragglers remained in the Great Hall, studying. He strolled in, remaining as inconspicuous as possible. He was the only Slytherin amongst the twenty or thirty people sitting there. He ignored everyone else, and sat down on a bench, thinking. Was he doing the right thing? He was a Prefect, and he was supposed to act like one. Scorpius was one as well, but he always acted like one. Bloody perfect, that boy was. He scowled. He knew though, if he beat Scorpius into the ground, he wouldn't snitch. He was too much of a ponce to go crying to McGonagall.

The images of a few hours prior reentered his mind. A small part of his mind and a bigger part of his dick knew he enjoyed it. It was wrong, and not appropriate for a straight boy, but that was what he would explain to Malfoy tonight. That he was straight. Perhaps a few hexes here or there to prove his point. Nothing too big of course, but that was still up to him, and he still had hours to decide what he wanted to do with Scorpius. He would win this round, he would make sure of it.

Scorpius awoke with a jerk. His dream immediately dissipated, and he could remember none of the details. The dormitory was dark, and he heard a few muffled snores. Startled, he quickly cast a tempus charm; It was 11:45 PM. He sighed with relief, there was still over an hour before he had to go to the Astronomy tower. He tiptoed out of bed, and automatically looked over at Albus' bed. It was empty. Why he expected anything different, he didn't know.

He exited the dorms, and casually made his way to the Common Room, finding a couple of students still up, he rolled his eyes, but made no effort to tell them off, he had more important things on his mind right now. He sat down in one of the green plush sofas, and waited. Should he go early? Get there before Albus, so he could have a bigger advantage?

He liked that idea, and finally, at 12:15 He slipped out of the Common Room and into the long winding paths of the dungeons. He'd passed three teachers, and two ghosts; but by some miracle, not one of them heard him. He was good at sneaking around. Upon arriving at the Astronomy tower, he cast another tempus charm. 12:35. He was still early. He smiled. He wedged himself within an alcove and kept himself hidden. If Albus walked in and saw him waiting there, what kind of advantage would that be for him?

He wrapped his cloak tighter around him and contemplated how he can make Albus see that he was in fact gay. If not, at least bisexual. No straight man would react with a throbbing erection, along with moans and whimpers. He chuckled darkly. Albus would not be pleased with him. He knew that, but perhaps he wanted another round?

Scorpius found that highly unlikely, but preened at the thought regardless. It took him a moment to realize, that perhaps Albus was not here for another round of sexual fun, but more like another bout of himself being beaten senseless. He shivered. Getting beaten, was no fun. It was nothing like getting sexual punishment, which he rather enjoyed sometimes. He wasn't a complete submissive, but he liked having someone control him in bed every so often. He knew he was as good a dominant as a submissive, and he would take pleasure in tormenting Albus in bed, if the time came for it.

What about Spike? The thought came unbidden through his filtered mind. He didn't want to think about Spike now. He hadn't spoken to him about Albus, and the fun he had had with him in the Prefects tub. He wasn't sure if Spike still considered him to be his "sex slave" like he had originally threatened him to be, but Spike hadn't shown any signs of forcing him into anything lately.

Scorpius shut his eyes forcefully, and tried to get Spike out of his head. He knew Spike was no pro at Legilimency, but he could just see it happen. Spike deciding he wanted some action and coming back into his role of "master".

Scorpius wouldn't mind, but it would most likely interrupt his "courting" of Albus. He sighed. Convincing Albus would probably be the hardest part. He was worth it he knew that. But if Albus would give him another serious fight, and hurt him again, he wasn't so sure how well he would tolerate that a second time. Even if Albus felt like he deserved it.

Suddenly, he heard a shuffle, as if robes were being shifted around. But his eyes, already accustomed to the darkness, saw nothing. He sat up straighter, and cast a quick tempus charm; it was only 12:45. Albus was the type to come on time, not early, wasn't that how he worked? He heard the rustle again, and his head whipped about straining for the sound.

A dark humorless chuckle filled the Astronomy tower, and Scorpius felt himself pale. Albus. He had his wand in his hand securely, but one expelliarmus and he would lose it. Not knowing where Albus was, he had no advantage, not like he originally had planned. Everything had backfired. He kept his Malfoy cool, because he knew, the second he would let go of it, Albus would strike, feeling the fear, like the hunter he was trying to be.

"Came early, did you, Malfoy?" Albus sneered at him from somewhere to the left of him. Scorpius slowly turned, a casual flair of arrogance on his face, that would make his father proud.

"The easier to finish this pathetic meeting," Scorpius retorted smoothly, forcing his arm to stay steady, and his body not to tremble.

Suddenly, hands were gripping his neck. He gasped, and with his available hand struggled to get himself free. The hands tightened, Albus not relenting, his voice hard like steel. "Is that what you think this is, Malfoy? Pathetic? I'll give you –"

"Impedementa!"

Scorpius watched with satisfaction as Albus was thrown backwards, and away from him. He rubbed his neck and waited for Albus to get up his wand aloft with careful precision. This was certainly not turning out the way he planned.

Albus groaned as he turned himself over and leaned himself against a wall. He saw Malfoy watching him and couldn't help but scream. "OI! Malfoy! Did you have to use that jinx?" he snarled, trying to calm down his deflated ego.

Malfoy just shrugged, and continued holding his wand, aloft, like it would do something to help him, if he really wanted to hurt Malfoy. He sighed, Perhaps it would…help him, that it.

Malfoy shifted positions, and began to head towards him. Albus took out his own wand, and pointed it at the approaching blond haired figure. Malfoy didn't even flinch. Albus growled indignantly. This was so unfair. He was supposed to have the upper hand here. But he wasn't so sure he'd get it anymore. Too many disadvantages for him already, however, he was a Potter, and Potter's took pride in how they fought, and how they did things.

When Malfoy was less than a foot away, Albus finally had the courage to get up, even through the pain of being slammed against the hard stone. He grimaced. When he finally met Malfoy's eyes, they were cold, and otherwise expressionless.

"If you ever do something like that again, I will do a lot worse than Impedementa." Malfoy threatened.

Albus wanted to laugh in his face, but he knew, that Malfoy wasn't kidding.

"I will also go to Headmistress McGonagall, and report this, as well as the other beatings you've provided in the past, and I will make sure you lose your Prefect Badge, along with the things that come with it."

Albus gaped. He quickly shut it, when he saw Malfoy smirking at him, as if he knew he won. He did not win! A voice shouted somewhere in the back of his mind.

Albus stood up straighter, and looked back at Malfoy defiantly. "You still deserve something terrible for what you've done to me tonight!" he hissed angrily.

Malfoy snorted, "What I did to you? You mean gave you pleasure only a GAY bloke would enjoy? Something like…"

Albus watched wide eyed as Malfoy closed the distance between them.

"….this?"

Scorpius knew he probably went too far, when he closed the distance between himself and Albus and planted his lips on the other boys. He did it roughly, and without restraint. He stuck his leg in between Albus' and lifted both of the latter's arms above his head, and held them tightly there, quickly breaking the kiss for a second to murmur a charm that would keep Albus' arms there while he enjoyed himself.

He leaned in again, and cupped Albus' cheeks while he kissed fervently, deepening the kiss by tilting his head, and licking Albus' bottom lip, seeking entrance.

So far, Albus had not responded. He remained stiff and struggling. Scorpius was not worried, he knew Albus would give in eventually. And he did, his mouth finally opened, and Scorpius immediately latched onto Albus' tongue, intertwining them.

After a couple of moments of kissing, Scorpius came up for air, breathing harshly. "Now, that was a good kiss." He looked over at Albus, but the latter refused to meet his eyes. His head hung limply, his hands still bound to the stone wall.

Slightly annoyed, Scorpius clasped onto Albus' throbbing erection. With a slight hiss, he whispered into Albus' ear, forcing him to listen. "This proves you enjoyed it." He jerked it a few times on top of Albus' trousers, and was surprised when suddenly, Albus let out a hoarse scream, that sounded like a strangled whimper, and then Albus' trousers were coated in sticky warmth.

Scorpius jerked back surprised. "Wow, you really did enjoy it!"

Humiliated, Albus shut his eyes and kept them closed, away from the prying and mischievous eyes of one Scorpius Malfoy. He suddenly felt his arms be released, and he quickly put them down, and at his sides.

Without a doubt, he had enjoyed Malfoy touching him. He would never admit that, and he would never give Malfoy another opportunity to do it again.

Malfoy was still gazing at him, appearing stunned, and thrilled all at the same time.

It was the chuckle that did it. Malfoy was laughing? At him probably, because he couldn't control his libido, like Malfoy was able to control his facial expressions sometimes. Suddenly furious he lashed out.

"Don't you dare touch me again, ever. If you do, I will tell McGonagall that you raped me."

Instead of looking upset, or forlorn, Malfoy just shrugged his shoulders and murmured, "I didn't rape you Albus, I merely initiated something sexual, and it took you a moment to respond. That's not rape. You didn't fight me; you willingly kissed me back at the end.

The smug look was still on Malfoy's face, and he angrily wanted to do away with the beautifully, virtuous looking angel in front of him.

With a lunge, he pushed his fist into Malfoy's face, hard enough to break. With a howl, Malfoy retreated from him, and held onto his dripping nose, the blood spattering on his perfectly white shirt. But he didn't wait for Malfoy to do something back. With an air of dignity, he twirled around, and left the astronomy tower. The second he was out of eye sight, he slipped into his invisibility cloak, and let himself be warmed from the familiar fabric gracing his shoulders.

Still holding onto his nose, his pride, and his common sense, Scorpius followed Albus about thirty seconds after he left. To give the bloke a break; this obviously bothered him more than it should. But by the time he reached the stairs, Albus was nowhere in sight. With a dejected sigh, he sat down on the stairs and wondered if he should try to heal himself, or do the proper thing, and go to the hospital wing. Figuring the former was better; he aimed his wand at his broken nose, and concentrated as hard as he could. "Episky" he winced as the bones rearranged themselves on his face, it probably wasn't perfect, but he could go to the Hospital Wing tomorrow, instead of making the required excuses why he was wandering about hours after curfew. Even if he was a Prefect, curfew was still adamant by a certain time. And it had already passed that time, he was sure of it. He cast another tempus charm, and frowned when it said 1:50. Could that much time have passed?

He exhaled sharply, and very silently stepped down the stairs, and made his way to the Slytherin Dungeons.

This time, he only passed one teacher, (Flitwick) who looked like he had fallen asleep in a charmed chair, and one ghost, (Peeves, who looked extremely bored, and didn't pay an ounce of attention to his muted footsteps)

By the time he reached the Slytherin Common Room he was exhausted. He pointed his wand at his shirt, and muttered "Scourgify" his shirt cleaned of blood, he entered the dorms, not bothering to look at Albus' bed. Instead, he fell onto his own, in his clothes, and shut the curtains behind him, and fell promptly into a deep sleep.

When Albus entered the Field of Wonder, as he had began to call the beautiful place where naked people roamed, and the lakes crystal clear; he knew he was in for something either terrible, or great.

So far, no one recognizable approached him, and for that, he was thankful. Looking down on himself, he saw that he himself was naked as well. He didn't feel self-conscious. He knew he was good looking, but if he was better looking than all the other blokes swimming freely, and laying about sunbathing. He kept walking, knowing subconsciously, that he was there for a reason. He came to an area where there was a tall tree, and a tiny pond. It was clear to the bottom, like all the other ones in the Field of Wonder. But the biggest difference here, was the boy within, the boy who had blond hair, gray eyes, almost silver in the light, and was stark naked. It was Scorpius Malfoy.

He expected to feel resentment, disgust, and malice; but none of those came. Instead, he only felt overwhelming love upon seeing the other man, standing there, as if ready for him, like he had waited days for him to show up.

Scorpius held his arms out, and Obligingly, Albus went into the clear lake and into the arms of Scorpius Malfoy.

"Hey," he whispered softly, and kissed Albus on the forehead.

"Hey yourself," Albus replied, slightly confused. Were they in love? Certainly seemed like it. He shrugged. It felt good to be loved, and to be caressed the way he felt Scorpius stroking his body.

"Mmmm" he moaned, eyes fluttering. It felt really good. He meshed his body closer to Scorpius' and felt their erections brush together. He leaned up to kiss Scorpius on the lips and the blond took his offered lips, and nibbled on them, whilst battling their tongues together. Water dripped from their legs, and upon impulse, Albus lowered the two of them into the water more, getting them wet to the core, and dripping.

Albus rubbed his hands up and down Scorpius' body, similar to the way the latter was touching him. They whispered sweet nothings in each other's ears, and Scorpius continued kissing Albus all around his ears, face, and neck.

They remained there, just the two of them, for some time; and then Scorpius began dragging them out of the small creek. They held hands tightly, until they reached a grassy area. Scorpius motioned for Albus to lay down and once he was settled, Scorpius mounted him, straddling Albus' hips.

Albus felt his breath hitch, but remained in place, watching Scorpius stare at him glassy eyed.

"You're so beautiful, Albus." Scorpius whispered to him, his gaze never leaving Albus' face.

"As are you, Scorpius," Albus responded softly. "You're more beautiful than this Field of Wonder."

Then Scorpius was kissing him again, their bodies perfectly aligned. Mouth to mouth, chest to chest, and groins jutting against each other, whilst their legs inter tangled trying to keep the balance of their writhing bodies even.

"Scorpius!" Albus gasped out "I..I need to.."

Scorpius immediately let up, and Albus let out a whimper at the loss.

"No!" Albus whined "Don't stop… p-please!"

"Calm down baby," Scorpius said soothingly, "I want to make love to you, I don't want you coming just yet."

Albus' eyes widened, then a sparkle lit them, and he smiled. "Of course, A ghra1 "

They slowed their pace, their eyes shining with love, and trust. Scorpius kissed Albus' lips gently, and then urged the latter's legs apart.

Albus felt as Scorpius unhurriedly stuck a finger into his tight hole. He screwed his eyes shut, and forced his muscles to relax around the intrusion. It only took a minute, and then he bucked his hips along with the thrusts of Scorpius' finger.

The blond man stuck another finger into his lover, and began scissoring his fingers, around and catching the prostate each time. Albus was writhing on the ground beneath Scorpius, and a look of pleasure mixed with pain was evident on his features.

Finally, after the third finger went in, and Albus could hardly take it anymore, he begged Scorpius, "Merlin! Scorpius, do it, I'm ready, I-I need you …"

Scorpius didn't wait for any further prompting, tenderly; he positioned his already dripping prick, and pushed it softly into Albus.

Albus screamed; even though he was prepared, it still hurt. Scorpius stilled, and kissed Albus on the lips waiting for Albus to be ready for more. His cock was very much endowed, and he was ready to wait for his lover, for his A ghra.

Finally, Albus relaxed his tense muscles, and murmured for Scorpius to continue, which he did. It got easier after that. After the first few thrusts, and the feeling of his prostate being pleasured over and over, that's all he could think of, the pleasure. The combined moans of the two of them were loud, loving and sweet. No word was formed coherently, except for expressions of love, and adoration Scorpius thrust long and hard, in and out hitting Albus' prostate over and over again, Screams, and shouts could probably be heard throughout the Fields of Wonder, but neither could be bothered. This was their time. The first time they made love together. And they would remember it forever more. Scorpius came first, and he rode out the orgasm, screaming Albus' name, until he finished.

Albus came undone, as soon as he saw the look on Scorpius' face as he climaxed.

And then he was awake, his sheets soaked with his cum, half of it splattered onto his chest, and Scorpius' face coming into focus, looming above him.

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1. A ghra is a term of endearment, although the word does exist in the english language, i must give props to C. Queen who used this delightful term in her novel "A Wicked Week" i would have not known to use it, if she had not done it first :) Go read it, it's rather delightful.

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