AlbusScorpius

On Your Side

Chapter Eight: Dreams

A/N: God this chapter's taking forever to write.

Albus smiled at Scorpius, sat on either end of the couch. The blond man was giving him a strange look, dressed in a dark blue dressing gown that contrasted with the pale surroundings.

I've been watching you, Albus. Came the soft, silk voice that sent shivers down his spine. You don't look at me like your other Professors, do you?

Scorpius put his glass on the table, leaning closer to Albus.

The brunette shivered slightly. No, Professor.

Pale hands walked forward, knees coming up on the couch, the front of the bathrobe sinking forward. Green eyes flicked down and a tongue darted out to moisten his lips at the only partially obscured chest.

Do you want something from me, Mr Potter? He asks, voice low and teasing. Albus feels his heartbeat quicken, biting his lip nervously as the man came closer to him.

Yes.

The pale hand ghosted along his arm. Do you want me to touch you, Mr Potter?

He shivered, turning slightly as the hand found his shoulder, trailing his collarbone through the white school shirt. Yes.

Pale hand run across his jaw, grey eyes twinkling as Scorpius' index finger brushed against Albus' bottom lip. Do you want me to kiss you, Mr Potter?

Merlin, yes.

Lips sealed themselves against his, soft and slightly damp, in a chaste kiss that lasted no more than five seconds. When the blond pulled back he chuckled as Albus tried to follow, running a hand through the dark locks. Do you want to touch me, Mr Potter? Is that what you want?

Green eyes glanced down at the chest he could see below the fluffy gown, trailing the form to the rope that was hiding his lower half, knee that stuck out between the gap in the fabric. He swallowed a lump in his throat and nodded mutely.

The pale hand left his hair and followed the hem of the robe to the rope, pulling it slowly, inch by inch, smirk decorating the smooth face, watching Albus watch his hands. The rope finally loosened completely, the hem of the robe falling open, revealing blond curls wrapping round Scorpius' manhood. Albus sucked in a breath, feeling his own manhood twitch in response, eyes widening and fingers itching.

Pink lips moved to his ear, breath whispering against it. Touch me, Albus.

His hand reached out shakily, running along the erection like it would break at the slightest nudge, a priceless glass statue in a museum. Teeth nibbled on his lower lip in response and he wrapped his fingers round the length, marvelling at how large it had become. He was rewarded with the most beautiful sounding whimper he had ever heard in his life. I need you, Albus.

He fastened his lips against Scorpius' again and the man pushed him back, his head hitting pillows. A bed. He was undressed. Albus' cheeks heated up as he looked up at the man who was looking him up and down like he was a piece of meat, teeth scratching against the slightly bruised lips, hands running from his shoulders down to his hips, running along his pelvis and splaying over the skin, careful to avoid Albus' hard-on.

You're so gorgeous, the blond man purred, leaning down to press his lips against Albus' again. Would you like me to touch you? Would you like to feel me pressed against you?

Yes, yes, yes!

Grey eyes glinted again and the man rolled his hips forward, legs pushing himself further up the slightly freckly skin, his member rubbing against Albus', gasping in delight at the feeling.

Albus bucked his hips upwards, unable to stop himself, groaning with pleasure, his shaft so glad to be getting attention.

You feel so good, Albus. I want to feel more of you. I want to be inside of you.

He whimpered, hands running down the strong back, cupping Scorpius' arse and pulling their pelvises together again. He was rewarded with another mindgasm-inducing sound.

-time for breakfast-

His back moved against the sheets of the bed, the same pale, light colours of the living area, throwing his head back as the man on top of him began to rub against him more desperately.

-get your arse out of bed-

He feels hands run along his legs, pulling them up, their erections sliding together in a painfully delightful motion, breath mingling and minds becoming hazy as they get lost in the moment, allowing the control to slip, allowing the older man's length to-

"Hey Al! Get your arse out of bed and hurry up! We're going to be late for breakfast!"

Green eyes snapped awake, head lifting off the pillow with a startled grunt. Panic flooded his veins and he looked around, seeing his curtains tightly pulled round his bed, no one looking through them. His head hit the pillow again with a sigh of relief. "I'll meet you down there!" he called back.

Albus let his thoughts drift back to the dream, face scrunching up in frustration as he realised what it had been, though the throbbing in his lower regions pressed against his mattress was a dead giveaway, one hand slipped just under the hem of his boxers. Merlin, he had to be woken up when it was getting good.

It had been several weeks since his realisation in the dorms, and Lucy had been diligently making sure he didn't have a moment alone with the object of his affections. It had begun to slip in the last few weeks however, as she spent more and more time with her new boy-toy, and his feelings became less of infatuation and more of friendship. Lucy seemed to have decided that her cousin was safe, though she occasionally joined in their lessons. After all, now she had a different boy to occupy her time, she couldn't follow Albus around.

But now all that was royally fucked. And not in the good way.

He pushed himself up, rubbing his forehead and trying his best to think of something revolting to deal with his problem. Like dead kittens. Or his grandparents having sex. Or Professor Mal-bad thoughts!

He ended up missing breakfast to wank in the shower.

By the time he left, thoroughly spent and with a rather large headache from thinking too much, most people had returned to the common room, Liam giving him a slightly cheeky knowing look, making him flush brightly. And here he was hoping no one had noticed.

"Where were you?" Lucy demanded, looking up from her homework long enough to scowl at him. "You never miss breakfast."

"I decided I needed extra sleep," he replied, rubbing her shoulders and looking at the parchment. "Ugh, Astronomy. How are you still doing that?"

She grinned up at him. "It's great fun. Much better than taking a subject I can't do."

He patted her shoulder, rolling his eyes. "Right, well, I think I'll go find Rose, hope that she can help me a little with my Transfiguration homework."

"Still hopelessly lost?"

"How'd you guess?"

Lucy giggled, turning in her chair and looking up at her cousin with a wicked look. "Do you still need me to supervise your lessons? Make sure you're keeping it clean?"

The memory of his dream came back tenfold, head pounding as blood rushed to it, and to somewhere else. Thank Godric for the cold weather allowing him to wear several layers of clothing. "I'd think you'd be itching to get more time alone with what's-his-face."

"Ioannis, it's Greek."

"That one," he smiled brightly. "Why do I need to learn it when you can remind me?"

"Because it's polite?"

"Are you dating him yet?"

She pouted. "No, but that's not the point."

"It is, Lucy," Albus ruffled her hair, earning a yelp of protest. "When you start dating him, I'll learn his name. Until them, he'll be 'that-boy-Lucy-keeps-flirting-with," he paused. "Or one of them anyway."

"Hey! There's only one!"

He laughed, heading to the exit and to find his other favourite cousin, missing the fond look on Lucy's face. The dark haired boy was always happy on Saturday's, though recently it had been more often than just Saturday's. It had been Sunday's too, and some odd days during the week, and whenever he was helping the man in the classroom, or eating lunch with him. Professor Malfoy seemed to find time-management incredibly difficult.

Albus headed straight for the library, knowing it was Rose's favourite place to stay. She would probably live there if she didn't need to sleep. And he was pleased to see, when he finally got there, that she was in her usual place, chewing on a sugar quill, looking from her essay to the book in front of her, short hair falling out of the bun she'd tied it in.

"Rose," he greeted as he pulled out a seat, slumping down next to her with a classic grin. "How are you this fine day?"

"Completely stressed," she whined. "Professor Malfoy is a slave driver; he wasn't this bad the first couple of weeks. I swear its only because he's become more organised," blue eyes glared up at him. "Which is your fault, I know it."

"He said he'd help me out with it if I needed it after our lesson today," Albus gloated, grin not leaving his face.

"I wanted to talk to you about that, actually," she said, putting her quill down and leaning back in her chair. The serious face. That was never a good sign. "The amount of time you've been spending with Professor Malfoy-!"

"And Lucy," Albus inserted, feeling it would help his case. "She's been joining us in class and stuff."

"Yes, but recently she's been preoccupied with the Greek boy," Rose scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, she's hopeless when it comes to men. She can't just stick with one, can she?" the girl shook her head as if to rid herself of the thoughts. "But that's beside the point. When was the last time you hung out with Liam, and the other boys?"

Albus shrugged. "I don't know."

"I'll tell you; Hogsmeade, I remember because I was there," she told him with a scowl. "You spend more time with a Professor than you do with your fellow students," the redhead scolded, letting out an impatient sigh when her cousin turned away stubbornly. "Look, Al, I'm just worried about you."

"There's nothing wrong with spending time with Professor Malfoy."

"There is when you're abandoning your other friends for him," she shot back. "You're not just spending time with him, you're spending all your time with him; more than you need to. You should be socialising with people your own age, Albus."

Lack of nicknames was never a good sign. "You sound like my mother, Rose."

"I feel like your mother," she replied sulkily. "But apparently no one else is trying to discourage your foolish behaviour, so it's going to be me."

"He's just a friend?"

"Just a friend?" she repeated, clearly unconvinced. "Lucy and I do talk, you know."

"She told you?"

Rose raised her head, satisfaction on her face. "She didn't need to; you're not exactly good at hiding your emotions from me."

"Stupid observant Ravenclaws."

"That's an oxymoron, Al."

"You're an oxymoron."

Sighing, the girl rolled her eyes. "Please, Al, can you just take my advice and spend a little more time with your friends? They've been with you longer than Professor Malfoy," she said, giving him a look that left no room for complaint. "You know I don't like him anyway."

"Because he's a bad egg?"

"Exactly," she nodded, picking up her sugar quill again and turning back to her work. "Now, what were you wanting?"

"I was actually going to ask if we could do our Transfiguration homework together," he said, flustering slightly at her surprised look. "So, it dawned on me that I should spend a little more time with you. And we used to do this together, so," he shrugged, trailing off and looking slightly awkward.

"You mean I used to do it for you," she teased lightly, making space for him next to her. "Come on then, let's get cracking."

There was definitely something off about Albus, Scorpius thought as they continued with the lesson, instructing the boy as usual. If he got too close, Albus would flinch away or go a bright pink. And he had caught the green eyes wandering away from his face more than once. If he didn't know better he would say that his student was almost checking him out, but he did know better. The boy was unnaturally uncomfortable though, and it was bothering the blond more than it probably should. He felt almost hurt that their time was being jeopardised by whatever was wrong.

He sighed, flicking his wrist in the air as he spoke. "And then you say 'I'm a pretty princess with a pink petunia'."

Albus flicked his wand. "I'm a pretty princess with a pink- wait, what?"

Professor Malfoy raised a brow, looking down at the horrified face. "Well done for paying attention."

The boy spluttered for a few moments, glancing about the room and heating up. "I, uh, have a lot on my mind."

"So I can see," Scorpius said, conjuring two chairs and sitting down in one, gesturing to the other. "Talk to me, Albus. We cannot continue with you so distracted."

The boy stood awkwardly and shook his head. "No, it's nothing, I swear."

"It's clearly not nothing, Albus."

"I-its-you won't like it."

"You can trust me."

Albus looked up into the grey eyes, grimacing at the hurt he saw. Perhaps Rose was right. Perhaps he needed to stop spending time with a Professor and start spending more time with his friends. Perhaps he was entirely screwed.

"I had a dream that's making me uncomfortable," Albus said, attempting to act nonchalant. He wasn't sure he was doing a very good job of it.

The man frowned. "A dream? With me in it?"

"Yeah, with you in it," he grumbled, shrugging carelessly and sitting down, slumping in the chair. "It was very vivid."

Scorpius looked like he was about to ask more questions before his eyes widened, mouth hanging open slightly, eyebrows disappearing into his fringe, his face slowly going pink. Albus would've found it adorable if it wasn't so embarrassing. "Oh. I see."

Albus flustered, knowing he probably looked less elegant than his Professor managed, going a beat red instead of rose pink. "It doesn't happen often, don't worry. You're not usually in them," he groaned, burying his face in his hands, elbows on his knees. "Not that I have those sorts of dreams often Merlin this is embarrassing."

"Albus, look at me."

Green eyes peeked out from the top of fingers.

Scorpius sighed, running a hand through his hair, teacher-face on, leaning forward slightly to match Albus' pose. "While it's perfectly natural for you to get these kinds of dreams, and I highly doubt you can help them, should you have feelings for me then you need to get over them," he said, slightly harsher than Albus would've expected. "They are misplaced and you need to seek emotional and physical satisfaction from someone your own age. I shouldn't be encouraging you to spend so much time away from your peers."

"No, it's okay!" Albus said, not thinking as he spoke. "I've had the feelings for longer than our friendship!"

"So you do have these…feelings?"

The dark haired boy felt his face darken even more. "I-I keep them under control-I mean, they're not feelings so much as attraction," he turned round, tugging on his hair. "I'm really not making this situation any better."

"I'm sure there are other men in the school that you can turn your attraction to," Scorpius replied, ignoring the strange feeling in his gut. "You clearly know how to pick the gay ones."

"What do you mean?"

Scorpius froze. "What?"

Albus turned back to the blond man, heart beat quickening. "You're gay?"

"You thought I was straight?"

"I kind of just assume everyone is," Albus admitted, forcing himself not to become hopeful.

The blond man bit his lip, clearly worried that he'd made the situation worse. "What about that Hufflepuff boy?"

"Jeremy?" Albus questioned, shivering at the name, glancing at the floor. "He sought me out, not the other way round."

"Then perhaps it's time for you to try seeking others out," Scorpius said softly, resting a hand tentatively on the boy's shoulder. "You must be certain that you don't just feel grateful toward me for helping you become an Auror. I know that admiration and gratitude can often be misjudged for attraction."

"It's not just that though," Albus breathed, shaking his head. "I thought you were attractive the first day I saw you on the train."

Scorpius pursed his lips. "Attraction is also different to what you're suggesting-!" he sighed, cutting himself off. "I know I have done a lot for you, Albus, and I have come to consider you a friend, and as a friend I'm encouraging you to seek out the company of people your own age."

"That's what Rose said."

"And Rose is a very clever young witch," Scorpius added, raising a brow. "It would do you well to listen to her."

"Yeah? She also thinks you're bad news."

The boy regretted the words as they left his mouth, but Scorpius seemed to merely chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "A very clever young witch."

Albus didn't bother trying to figure out what that meant. He was pretty sure he didn't want to know. "I enjoy your company though. You're-you're one of my friends."

Grey eyes softened. "And I enjoy your company, Albus, I consider you to be a friend as well. And as a friend and teacher, I think you should take your cousin's advice," he stood, moving towards his student and patting him on the shoulder. "I appreciate how helpful you've been as of recently, but it's time to focus on yourself and your friends."

"Right, yeah. Thanks, Professor," Albus nodded a bit awkwardly, smiling up at the man. "I'll do that."

"Would you like to end the lesson early?" the blond asked, vanishing the chair behind him. "You seem to have picked this particular spell up surprisingly quickly."

"I know, I was so pleased in class when I managed it by the end," he said with a large grin. "I've finished my Transfiguration assignment though, did it with Rose before coming here."

"Well, that's the important homework out the way," Scorpius replied with a smirk. "I imagine you have other things to do however. How are your cousin Lucy, and that Irish friend of yours?"

Albus bit his lip, gathering what the man was hinting at, nodding slightly. "They're okay, Lucy's been pretty busy. I was planning on hanging out with Liam after class."

"Well then, I'll let you go early, seeing as you appear to have got the hang of it," Professor Malfoy waited for Albus to stand before vanishing the chair he'd been sat on, smiling slightly and nodding. "I hope to see you next week."

Albus opened his mouth to protest, wanting to point out that there wasn't much longer left till they would be leaving for Christmas, but one look from the blond man silenced him with a snap of his jaw, nodding back and leaving the room without word, feeling slightly empty. As he walked down the hall it slowly dawned on him exactly what had just happened. It seemed almost surreal; he couldn't imagine it happening earlier that day. It wasn't till he found himself standing in the Gryffindor common room at the table where Lucy sat with Liam that the whole situation really registered in his mind.

"Al?" Lucy called timidly, worry lined in her brow and her hand reaching out hesitantly. "Al, are you okay?"

Liam stood, pushing the chair slightly closer to Al before stepping to one of the other tables, swiping another chair and pulling it up to their table, waiting quietly for Albus, who had sat down and was running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just tired."

"Would've thought you'd be in a good mood after your dream," Liam said lightly, making the dark haired boy fluster and grin sheepishly.

Lucy glanced between them. "What? What dream?"

"Nothing, nothing," Liam brushed the question off, giving the girl a bright smile. "You're out of your lesson early."

"Yeah," Albus nodded, happy to change the subject. "I picked it up quickly, Professor Malfoy suggested I leave early and come hang with you guys, better way to spend my time probably."

"Well I'm pleased to have you here," Lucy chipped, mood lighting immediately. The two boys couldn't help but relax more as she did. "Though I'm going to have to leave soon, I promised Ioannis that we'd go for a walk around the grounds before it got dark."

"It has been getting dark quickly," Albus noted absentmindedly.

Liam chuckled and nudged the other boy playfully with his elbow. "Perhaps we should follow them, make sure this strange foreigner doesn't get a chance alone with Lucy in the dark."

The girl looked horrified, but Albus nodded with a serious expression. "Perhaps we should. It's up to us to protect her virtue, seeing as her older sister isn't here anymore."

"Oh please, like I have that much virtue left to protect!"

"Gross, Lucy, I didn't want to know that."

She huffed. "Then you should choose your insults more carefully, shouldn't you?"

"How was it an insult?" Albus asked with mock-offence, finding it difficult to keep the smile off his face with Liam chortling away in the background. "We're being good older brothers and trying to protect you!"

"No, you're trying to ruin my date because you're bored!" she snapped, pulling a good imitation of an angry cat. "You're both such arseholes, I have half a mind to punch you both in the face and-?"

The two boys were covering their mouths, looking behind her and doing their best not to fall out their chairs with laughter. Lucy spun round, arm on the back of her chair, flustering brightly and smiling sheepishly at the person behind her who seemed rather amused, hands in his pockets and turtle neck jumper the only thing really visible beneath the large yet fashionable coat he was wearing.

"Ioannis," she greeted breathlessly, clearly embarrassed. "Hi, didn't see you there."

"I did not mean to startle you," he replied casually, his accent heavy, like he didn't need his looks to give away his background. "Will your friends be joining us on our walk?"

"I don't think-?"

"Of course," Liam said quickly, cutting the girl off. She turned to him with a fierce glare. The boys wore matching grins, Liam throwing an arm around Albus' shoulder. "We'd love to come with you."

"Nice walk round the grounds; sounds so romantic," Albus added. He got the glare as well.

The Greek boy simply nodded and smiled, amusement dancing in his eyes. "The more the merrier, yes?"

Two out of three agreed.

They did allow the happy couple to walk on ahead of them though, trailing behind and making occasional sarcastic comments about the way the two acted, and if their laughter got too loud Lucy would shoot them a nasty look over her shoulder to silence them. Their arms were linked in the manliest of fashions, imitating Lucy and Ioannis, Albus' arm looped through Liam's as they walked, slowly calming down from their last bout of laughter.

"How's first term been then?" Liam asked, glancing at his friend. "It feels like we haven't seen each other much."

Albus had the decency to look guilty. "Yeah, it's been pretty hectic, what with extra classes and all the bloody homework I have to do. Should've expected it really."

"Yeah, becoming an Auror's got to be tough. Good thing you've got Professor Malfoy and Rose to help you get there," Liam explained, squeezing on the arm threaded through his lightly. "I owe him one for letting you out early. I thought I was going to die of boredom without someone to relieve me for an afternoon off from work."

"I'm gay."

He wasn't quite sure where it came from, but it spilled out from his lips before he had a chance to stop it. Maybe it was spending time with his friend, helping him realise just how much he'd missed his fellow Gryffindor. In their first three years the two had been near inseparable, with Lucy and Rose the only ones to keep them in line, though the latter girl did a better job of that. Talking with Liam now, he realised just how far apart they were becoming. He was always closer to his female cousins, but he needed a bit of male companionship. And he didn't want to lose one of his best friends.

"I figured."

Green eyes snapped up, Liam rolling his eyes and tugging the boy forward, his words having brought the Potter boy to a halt. "Don't worry, it's only because I know you. I should say 'I'm not surprised'. I started thinking about it after the rumour and, well, you've never exactly acted that straight. You don't ogle girls, and the only girls you really hang out with are your friends and you have no intention of sleeping with them."

"They're my cousins!"

Liam's lips pulled into an amused half-smile. "Point proven. I'm just saying, you've never really been that straight. I doubt I would've noticed if not for the rumour, it's not like you prance around in pink dresses throwing roses."

"Does that mean other people will notice?"

"No one who you should worry about," Liam said, sighing slightly and running a hand through his hair. "Besides, I think everyone's too scared to think about it after what happened with Jeremy and your sister."

Albus nodded, letting out a relieved sigh and licking his lips, looking at the back of Lucy's head. "So, you're okay with it?"

"Of course, nothing's changed. It's just that you've told me," Liam said, grinning his classic smile. "And I'm glad you've told me. Thanks."

"I should be thanking you," Albus replied, leaning on the boy slightly, pleased to note that the taller boy hadn't made any attempt to move away. "Though I can't promise the rumours won't return with you involved if we stay like this."

"Oh, people are just jealous of our awesome Bromance," Liam replied, ruffling the dark hair and pulling Albus closer. "Seriously though, anyone gives you shit and point them in my direction. Or Lily's, she seems to deal with it pretty well. But the point is; I'm here for you dude."

"What would I do without you?"

Liam scoffed. "Get sucked into Lucy's female world. And end up looking into someone's eyes all gooy like that, Merlin Lucy, we don't want to be ill here!"

She turned, her eyes narrowed. "Fuck off, Finnigan!"

The two boys laughed again, Albus shaking his head and saying: "Last name; someone's in the dog house."

"I believe I was in the dog house as soon as I said we were coming," he replied, his brow twitching, smile still on his face. "How about I race you to Hagrid's hut and we bother him for free tea and burnt biscuits?"

"That sounds like the best idea I've heard all day," Albus said, grinning wickedly and letting go of Liam, setting off in a run with a shout, gaining the attention of the couple in front, making them part quickly to stop him running into them, laughing wholeheartedly as he looked back and saw Liam run behind Lucy, snatching the hat from the top of her head making her hair stand up slightly, her shouts of protest following them as they raced along the grounds towards the Forbidden Forest, laughing all the way. Albus didn't think he'd felt so free in forever.

Maybe spending some time with his friends was what he needed.

REJECTED I'm sorry I just had to. I was a bit meeeeh about this chapter at first, but I think I like the way it's turned out. I'm kinda proud of it. I'm sorry it's taken so long to update, exam's are looming and yeah it's a terrible excuse. IT'S HERE NOW THOUGH.

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PREVIEW

"We planned to be almost finished by now, and where are we?"

"I'm sorry, Grandfather."

"This is not acceptable, Scorpius. We must go over what we need to do."

"Of course, I will be returning home for the holiday."