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Admitting The Possibility

Scorpius had been unable to fall back asleep after having a dream he couldn't remember. If he would garner a guess, it was about Albus Potter. But being unable to bring forth images of the green eyed sex god; he didn't bother trying.

Everyone in the dorm was sleeping, leaving him there to listen to the music of snores, and grunting every so often. It wasn't soothing by any means, but he was used to it, able to drown out the annoying sound. He didn't snore, and anyone else who did was just…too loud.

He recalled the last week with a mixture of regret and happiness. It was strange how he had been taking control over Albus, but lately, it had felt natural. His submissiveness had lessened; and now he was the dominator. He was the one with the rules, and he was the one who decided the when's where's how's and why's.

Although Albus wasn't complaining, Scorpius knew that there was this one part of him that was still in denial, one part, that still would never give in, because he was even more afraid than Scorpius had been. His reputation was too high with popularity and fame to go down in ruins because of his homosexuality.

If anyone else found out about Albus, he would be beat up just like he himself had beaten Scorpius. It was inevitable. Yes, some people in the Wizarding world looked upon gay folk with scorn and derision; some even hatred. But Scorpius was aware of people who had been queer, and were never mocked for it, and if they had been..It wasn't to too bad of an extent. Like Dumbledore. If he could just convince Albus to speak to someone…

A moan jerked him out of his thoughts. Silence reigned again, and for a moment, Scorpius wondered if he imagined it. But then not thirty seconds later, another moan filtered through the Slytherin Dormitories. He opened his curtains carefully, trying to discern where the sound was coming from. When the third moan filtered through the stillness of the room, Scorpius was able to tell where the sound was coming from.

He paled. Slipping on a pair of Abercrombie and Fitch briefs he tiptoed over to Albus' bed. A fourth moan passed Albus' lips; and this time, Scorpius was there to observe. Even in sleep, Albus looked good while in pleasure. His hips bucked, and his mouth was open in a small O. His cock was rock hard, and throbbing from the looks of it. The sheets were no longer covering him, and even though Albus had put on Pajamas, it was very obvious that Albus was aroused.

Scorpius continued watching Albus writhe in bed, one hand down his pants. He felt naughty watching this, but it was like his own personal porn, and he couldn't bring himself to look away. Suddenly, Albus was screaming. "Oh! Fuck!" Scorpius, who was watching Albus' cock intently, knew he was about to orgasm. So he was prepared to see the spurt of white come out, and make a clear mark on Albus' Pajamas. What he wasn't ready for however, was what Albus screamed, as he came. It was one word. "SCORPIUS!"

Scorpius froze, his hand stilling on his dick, which was now throbbing painfully. Albus was screaming his name? Why in the hell would he be doing that. His heart trembled with unknown feelings, and he quickly ripped his hand away from his prick. It would not do for Albus to see him getting off of him having a wet dream. No, that would not do at all.

Not a moment too soon, Albus' eyes flew open. The first thing they rested on was Scorpius hovering over him.

His tanned features paled, and with an angry jerk, he yanked the covers to cover him. Scorpius could barely contain an eye roll. Seriously, what was the point of covering himself now. It's not like he hadn't already seen the other boy completely naked.

A sniffle brought his attention back to Albus on the bed, who was now trembling. A tear was falling down the smaller boy's cheek, and a wave of tenderness crashed through him.

Uncertainly, he lifted his hand and stroked Albus' face, wiping the tear away with his thumb. At this gesture, more tears spilled down . Scorpius kept stroking, and Albus kept crying, letting out a whimper here and there.

After what seemed like hours, Albus seemed to calm down somewhat, and when the tears turned to shuddering gasps, Scorpius finally spoke, albeit quietly. "You alright?" his certainty was still clear in his voice, but he didn't know what other emotion to use, Albus was not acting like himself at all.

Albus shook his head no, and Scorpius finally took pity on him. "Come now, get up." The blond haired boy muttered quietly, holding his hand out to help Albus up.

Somewhat reluctantly, Albus took his hand, and once he was steady on his feet, Scorpius muttered a cleansing charm, and Albus' bed was fresh and clean. He had experience in that area at least. He smiled at the irony.

The Malfoy heir led Albus to the bathroom, hoping beyond hope, that Andromeda was not awake. Or, if she was, she had the decency to keep silent. Now was not the right time to make jokes.

The two boys entered the bathroom together, Albus slumped over slightly, and his shoulders hunched in what Scorpius guessed were defeat. He didn't comment though. Albus was very obviously in an extremely sensitive mood.

Scorpius set the black haired boy down on the toilet, but not before sending a glare to the faceless mirror, just in case. He heard nothing in reply, and was grateful.

"Do you want me to help you get cleaned up?" Scorpius asked softly, not wanting to frighten the downtrodden boy before him. He was extremely surprised when Albus nodded.

"Okay," he responded tenderly, slowly lifting the undershirt off of Albus' tightly knit muscled chest. Scorpius held in his gulp of pleasure at seeing the other boy covered in cum. From what he could imagine, the other boy had dreamt about him, and that was why he shouted Scorpius at the end. Whatever Scorpius had done in the dream, had obviously been arousing enough to make Albus come.

He pushed the thought aside, and bent down, to be eye level with Albus. "Do you want me to clean off your chest first, or take off your pajama bottoms, and do both at the same time?"

"Both." Albus murmured, still not directly meeting Scorpius' gaze.

Scorpius nodded, and lightly pulled off Albus' Pajama bottoms. Scorpius was on his knees, to make it easier for himself, and he was not prepared in the slightest for Albus' limp cock to jump out at him when the bottoms fell from the latter's hips. "Fuck!" he cursed. Albus had gone commando that night.

"Merlin, Potter." He gasped, closing his eyes, and tried to make the image go away, but that would not do anything to help. He was half naked himself. He prayed no one would walk in, or the two of them would both be screwed. Albus especially. No one knew he had gay tendencies.

Making a quick decision, he muttered some severe locking spells his father had taught him, and warded the door. No one would be able to open the door, other than himself, that is. He certainly hoped no one would need a piss.

Scorpius then took a couple of breaths, and stood up, facing Albus again, who was leaning on the counter, looking like a sex god. The former growled and glared at Albus before controlling himself once more. His voice was husky and lower when he finally managed to get the words out, though why he even bothered asking, he wasn't sure. "Do you want me to clean you up using magic…or…?" he let the sentence hang, feeling too embarrassed to finish the question.

"Do it with your hands." Albus finally whispered his voice deep with lust as well. Scorpius shivered and complied. He took a spare washcloth from one of the shelves, and cast a warming charm, and the wetting it in the sink.

He looked heatedly into Albus eyes, and then lowered the washcloth onto Albus' body. He wiped the cum away softly, and kept rinsing off the washcloth every time it got too dirty to clean. The warming charm kept the washcloth from getting cold, and as he raked it around and around on Albus' chest.

It was finally clean. With a sharp inhale of breath, Scorpius went down on his knees, and looked into Albus' eyes once more; the look there nearly made him come in his pants right there. It was bright, and fiery, the green shining so intently, it seemed to go on forever. Scorpius bit his lip, and slowly brought the washcloth to Albus' slightly hardening cock. It would be solid soon, and pulsing, but he didn't want to think about that. He was not trying to get pleasure out of this, no matter how arousing it was, to be on his knees, Albus' dick on full display, ready, and trusting and OH!

He held onto Albus' thigh for support, and began rubbing around Albus' groin area, cleaning him gently. For some reason, Albus moaned, but Scorpius pretended he was deaf, and went on cleaning his friends groin. Friends did this all the time, right? Ye, absolutely. You fucking nutter! Friends do not do this to each other, this is so intimate, something lover's would do. Scorpius retained a groan, as his thoughts whirled through his mind. He had no idea why Albus was letting him be so intimate like this, and of his own accord as well. There was no forcing here. It was sexy as hell, yes; but he couldn't understand what was going on in Albus' mind. Was Albus perhaps sleep walking?

Finally, after what seemed like hours, but must have only been about twenty minutes, both boys were turned on to a devastating degree. Scorpius had finished cleaning Albus, and then leaned on the wall, keeping his eyes closed, his brain screaming at him at one hundred miles an hour. His cock was thudding with a desire he had never felt in his life. He refused to look at Albus, because he knew the other boy was hard as well. This made no sense, and it was scaring him.

"Why did you let me do that, Albus?" he asked, his voice trembling. But Albus didn't answer him. He opened his eyes hindered of his mind's warnings; Albus was less than a foot away from him, eyeing him with uncontained hunger. Scorpius gulped, once again unprepared for Albus' strange actions.

"Albus?" he murmured tentatively.

And then, Albus' lips were on his, in a bruising kiss. Scorpius gasped, and then he flung his arms around the smaller boy, kissing him back severely, they explored each other's bodies eagerly, finding out new things about each other.

The kiss ended almost as soon as it started. Albus pushed Scorpius back, breathing harshly. Scorpius expected this, and sat down on the loo, willing his erection to calm the fuck down. It didn't listen of course, but he was deign to bother with it.

He closed his eyes, feeling humiliation build up on his feelings. He shouldn't have kissed Albus. The latter obviously regretted it. He sighed, and willed his tears not to fall. Quickly, he unwarded the door, and released the locking charms. Everyone was still asleep. He was thankful for that, and quickly sprinted to his bed, falling down on it, and drew the curtains around him, as a small protective gesture.

He let the tears fall now. It was becoming normal, at least for him, to cry over Albus; nothing new, everyone could stop looking now. Not that anyone was, of course, but his mind screamed with the pain of rejection. He faced the wall, and didn't notice Albus was there, until he felt the bed dip beneath him. He ignored the other boy, and lay where he was, trying to reign in his tears, now that he had someone watching him.

His tears continued to fall nonetheless. He felt a warm hand on his cheek, wiping his tears away. It was like a déjà vu; except it had turned around, now it was Albus who was comforting him. He whimpered and tried to shy away from Albus' warm touch. Albus was persistent however, and did not remove his hand. Scorpius stopped trying to push him away.

Suddenly, the little light that had entered from the room, suddenly left his bed, and then arms wrapped around him.

..Him.

His brain couldn't comprehend any of this, and he passed out. His mind going to a safer place.

Albus felt Scorpius go limp in his arms, and he sighed. He didn't know when Malfoy had become Scorpius in his mind, but he had been calling him Scorpius the entire night. The other boy's compassion had surprised him. How he could possibly be nice to him, his tormentor for so long, and still be nice to him, and caring when Albus had needed someone to reach out to him.

He didn't know what he felt for the other boy, he knew he was attracted to him in some way, and knew that kissing Scorpius was traitorous to Lotus. He felt terrible about it, and knew that he wasn't a cheater. He'd be speaking to her by breakfast at the latest. For now, it seemed like Scorpius needed him.

Albus observed the boy before him. He was breathing deeply, and his hair fell loosely about his face. He looked absolutely angelic. Scorpius whimpered and Albus automatically tightened his arms around his friend. They had been enemies for a while, but were they friends again? He didn't know, and he was afraid to ask. Things were certainly going to be awkward between them now.

He didn't know why he let Scorpius clean him up like that. He had obviously tortured the poor boy. But he needed to see something, and although he wasn't happy about it, he realized something about himself. He was definitely attracted to Scorpius. Whether he was attracted to any other boys, was something he'd have to see in the future. But he knew if Scorpius would ask him about his preferences, Albus would answer honestly.

He felt Scorpius shiver, and unconsciously pulled the boy impossibly closer to him. He reached forward, and dragged the blanket to cover them. He wasn't going to leave Scorpius now. It would seem like the biggest rejection to the other boy, and he didn't want to ruin whatever they had just bonded over.

He closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling of Scorpius' breath drifting softly over his face. It was so calming. He had so much to talk to the other boy about, how he was so sorry about bullying him, and tormenting him, and making fun of him. He had cared for Scorpius from the start, and now he realized just how much. Everyone had feelings. He just never realized it.

His thoughts drifted back to his dream, the one he didn't want to forget. It had been beautiful. They had been in love. They had cared for each other, laughed together, made love together. He was so very confused. He wanted to talk to someone so badly. His mind searched for a candidate, and then when he finally thought of one, he literally jumped for joy. Teddy Lupin.

Scorpius awoke to a warm body snuggled against him. Sunlight was streaming through the closed curtains, and he knew it was almost time to get up. It took him a moment to realize exactly what he had just thought. A body pressed up against him. He was about to panic, when he smelt the familiar scent of Albus Potter.

He jerked in surprise. What was Albus Potter doing in his bed? He turned around, and faced the beautiful sleeping boy. He looked peaceful, laying there with his arms around Scorpius. He felt elation, then worry. What had happened?

The events of the previous night slowly came back to him in spurts. Waking up to find Albus orgasming over him, then Albus crying, then him cleaning Albus, then the kiss, then the shove, then…then Albus had come to bed to comfort him. Why couldn't he remember that part. Did he fall asleep?

Softly, he touched Albus' face, trying to wake him up. He had no idea what time it was, and he had no intention of letting the other Slytherin boys catch the two of them in bed together.

"Albus!" he whispered gently, moving Albus' flyaway locks from his face.

Albus opened one eye, then the other. Their eyes met and a soft blush lit upon Albus' features.

"Hey," he said quietly, but didn't jerk away. Scorpius was pleased by this, but didn't say anything, lest his fellow Slytherin thought him sappy. They were acting like bloody Hufflepuffs as it were.

"Err.." Scorpius mumbled, unable to tear his eyes away from the black haired boy's face. "What happened…did I fall asleep on you or something?" his voice was timid and uncertain.

"Well, sort of," Albus replied gently. "One second you were there, ignoring me, and the next second you fell limp in my arms. I held you for a bit before falling asleep myself…I had wanted to talk to you about…things..but I didn't want to disturb you."

"We can talk about them now, if you like?" Scorpius asked, leaving his face expressionless.

Albus nodded thoughtfully, and disentangled himself from Scorpius. They both had morning wood, but they both ignored it, getting dressed quickly.

Albus was ready first, of course, as Scorpius tended to take a heck of a lot longer than most boys, being gay and all. But Albus found that he didn't mind. The boy worked hard to make himself ethereal, and he deserved all the credit for that. No one else tended to their own beauty, and if you got it, flaunt it, right?

It was not much longer after that, that Scorpius retreated from the bathroom, where he had put on some makeup, and gotten dressed in his usual tight jeans, and fitted tshirt. His robes were fit nicely on top of his outfit, and he looked perfect.

They waited till they left the Common Room before speaking.

Albus began, "So, I'm gay?" he questioned curiously, not understanding the terms of one's preference.

Scorpius mulled the question over thoughtfully before answering. "Well, according to how the two of us react to each other, I can assume you like at least one boy, that being myself. I know you're still in Love with Lotus.." he paused here, wincing, but delved on, not wanting to look like it bothered him. If Albus noticed, he didn't mention it. "And so, we can ascertain that you are attracted to both genders, which means, that you are most probably Bisexual," he stopped, and looked over at Albus to see how he was taking this. "In my case, I know I'm gay, because woman don't attract me at all…I know, I've tried." He grimaced at this, as he remembered the torment he had gone through when he realized girls no longer turned him on.

"We can experiment if you like?" Scorpius asked softly, they had reached the Entrance Hall.

"How do you reckon I do that?" Albus replied a little gravelly.

Scorpius sighed, "Let's go outside, shall we? I have this tree I like to recline on whilst I think…"

Albus merely nodded and followed the taller boy out of the castle. The sun had fully risen by now, and the birds were chirping. The grass had dew on it from the night before, and their shoes made squishing sounds as they made their way down to the lake.

"It's by that big tree, that looks out on the Black Lake, if you recall?" Albus didn't, as he usually remained nearer to the castle, but he didn't mention this.

They finally reached their destination; Scorpius muttered a cushioning charm, and placed a soft cloth on the grass, then he sat down. Albus rolled his eyes and plopped down next to him, and faced the other boy, waiting for the instructions on this so-called experiment.

"Well…" Scorpius began hesitantly, "the way I realized I was gay, was by kissing random pretty girls, and waited to see if I got a reaction from it. I never did, so I figured I was gay."

Albus paled as he realized the insinuation of what the blond boy was saying. "You want me to kiss…other boys?"

Scorpius nodded, not noticing the agitation rolling of his fellow Slytherin. "Yes, and whether or not you get a reaction from them will determine if you're gay, or bisexual, or whatever."

Scorpius seemed convinced this would work and Albus didn't know what else to say.

"Umm…What boy would want to kiss me?" he asked at last, his eyes downcast.

Scorpius gaped at him, shock evident on his features. "Are you out of your bloody mind?" the Malfoy heir asked him incredulously. "You are so fuckin gorgeous, I'm sure anyone would want to jump you, I don't think boys will care that they are boys, as long as they can get their hands on you. And if you want to keep it quiet, pick out from the Ravenclaw's and Hufflepuff's."

Albus nodded unconvincingly, staring at Scorpius, who's eyes were shining with glee and anticipation.

"If after you've finished kissing numerous boys, and you're still unconvinced, you can kiss girls too, and see what happens…depending on who you get more of a reaction from, that will determine if you are gay or not."

Albus shook his head, clearing it. "Are you sure this will work? He asked uncertainly; already feeling his conscience choking him for even contemplating Scorpius' experiment.

"Positive."

A/N: I have a few things to say, so please hear me out, it will only take a minute.

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Next chapter…

Albus writes his letter, Scorpius gets Albus to experiment…and lots of juicy smut? LOL come back for more…

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