AlbusScorpius

On Your Side

Chapter Nine: Too Attached

A/N: Totally not distracted by Pointless while writing this.

He'd never felt so nervous. Pacing his room round the plant which was throbbing away, mirror on his bedside, waiting for him to touch it. He knew it was due. They hadn't talked the weekend before, and Scorpius knew that with school finishing that Thursday, he knew that he should be expecting a call from his grandfather. But he was behind on their plan. He had been supposed to find where to place the plant within the castle, and he'd failed. It was still in his room, making it so hot that he'd begun to sleep on his couch, spending his Friday and Saturday nights scouring the castle to find somewhere. He had so far been unsuccessful, and was beginning to panic.

He was becoming too attached to his students. He was becoming too attached to his job.

The blond slumped down on the edge of his bed, bags under his eyes and his hair was a mess. He knew he didn't have long before he was supposed to be seeing Albus Potter, but he was beyond caring at that point. A flash from the corner of his eye made him openly cringe, grey orbs meeting the plant once again before his hand reached out to grasp the mirror he was so dreading to touch.

"Hello, Grandfather," he greeted, staring into the piercing eyes, sucking in a breath, unable to muster a smile. "I hope you're well."

Wrinkles appeared round the man's eyes, corners of his brows rising. "Scorpius," the older man replied lightly. "I'm pleased to hear that you've been doing very well with your job, from several people. Blaise has been singing your praises for several weeks now."

Blaise would be, Scorpius thought with a small smile, letting out a breath of relief. The man had been amazingly supportive, and if Scorpius knew his father as well as he thought he did, he would bet that Draco had been bothering the elder man to keep an eye on his son and keep him out of trouble. His father had not stopped being suspicious of Lucius' intentions regarding finding the job opportunity for Scorpius. "Thank you, I've been enjoying it. Though it is very strange to not be living at home."

Then again, considering how much he feared returning home, he couldn't say that was a bad thing.

"I will be meeting with the others tomorrow, they are eager to hear of your progress. As am I," his look became slightly more serious. "I trust you've found a location for the plant and installed it appropriately."

"There's been a problem."

He had to do his best not to openly show his fear as the grey eyes flashed dangerously. "There's what?"

"There's been a problem, with finding a location."

"You don't have a location?" the anger was rising in his grandfather's voice; he could practically feel it, never mind hear it.

"Finding somewhere suitable that no one will come across has proven harder than we anticipated, and-!"

Lucius exploded. "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," he growled, face twisting into a snarl. "Before it is too late and it takes root in your rooms."

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

"You will not! Not if you haven't placed the plant in an appropriate place!" the man barked.

Scorpius felt his blood run cold. "But father will become suspicious. And I must come home to make sure mother is okay," he had never spent a Christmas away from his parents, and he didn't want to start.

From the crooked smile that decorated his grandfather's lips, the man knew this. "Then you best make sure you have found a place."

The man didn't try stop his face from falling, shame and fear written in his features, knowing how uncomfortable and miserable his grandfather could make their house when he was denied something. "Yes, of course."

"Remember, Scorpius. Those who do not surrender will be punished."

He remained on the bed staring at the plant until his alarm went to remind him to get ready for Albus.

Albus knew there was something wrong as soon as his Professor entered the Room of Requirement. The man looked tired and far less presentable than usual. He couldn't imagine that most people would notice, Scorpius was still dressed better than the average person, but there was something off about how he held himself. There was no pause to ask however, as they usually did, the man just started talking about their class for the day, saying he had things to do so they would have to make it quick.

Half way through the class Albus couldn't help but ask something, unable to take the man's jittery disposition anymore.

"Are you okay?"

Scorpius looked up with surprise written all over his face. "Of course, why?"

"There's just something," Albus paused, pulling a face as he tried to find the right words. "Off about you today."

"I'm fine, thank you for asking," Scorpius said with a soft smile. "Merely the strain of talking to my grandfather this morning, nothing to concern yourself with. How has your week been?"

There was a pang of sadness at the knowledge that they hadn't seen each other much that week. On both sides.

"Yeah, okay," Albus covered, nodding as if to convince himself. "Been hanging out with my friends. Though Lucy has a new boyfriend."

"The exchange student," Scorpius said, having already heard. He wrinkled his nose in distaste at the look Albus gave him. "I'm forced to sit with your Divination Professor on occasions. She's a terrible gossip."

Albus laughed, wide grin on his face. "Not my Divination Professor, I never took it."

"Oh?" Scorpius was immensely pleased to know that Albus hadn't sunk so low. "What were your electives?"

"Care of Magical Creatures and Muggle Studies," he shrugged. "I enjoyed Magical Creatures, and Muggle Studies seemed easy seeing as my Aunt's a Muggleborn," the dark haired boy paused for a moment. "What did you take, when you were at school?"

There was a moment of hesitation. "Ancient Runes, Arithmancy and Muggle Studies."

"Really?"

Scorpius gave the boy an amused smile. "No need to be so shocked at the pureblood Slytherin learning about muggles. Admittedly I don't know many of us who did take that class, but it certainly seemed interesting to me."

Albus tried to cover his embarrassment by lying. "I was more surprised at three subjects."

"I'm sure you were," was the sarcastic reply, the sly smile sending Albus' stomach into some sort of flying routine. "They all seemed interesting, and I certainly didn't care for Magical Creatures, or Divination, the useless subject it is."

"It's obvious you're a talented wizard seeing as you teach Transfiguration."

Scorpius did try to give the boy a scornful look. He didn't do a very good job, but at least he tried. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr Potter."

"Sorry, Professor Malfoy!" he sang with a large smile on his face. Scorpius looked ready to return to the work, but Albus wasn't quite satisfied. "Are you really sure you're okay though, Professor? You look kind of tired."

The blond was surprised with the observation, but nodded nonetheless. "I am. I haven't been sleeping brilliantly, but I arranged for your Potions Professor to brew me a sleeping draught."

"Are you sure that you haven't let yourself lose your time management again?"

He flustered slightly. While that wasn't the reason he wasn't getting much sleep, it certainly wouldn't be true if he said he was handling it very well. "I may have slipped without my assistant to keep me on my toes."

Albus rolled his eyes, an amused look on his face. "Do I need to start checking up on you half way through the week to make sure you're handling it well?"

"Please, I can handle myself," Scorpius replied, unwilling to admit that he would definitely appreciate that. "Though should you happen to be about it would be rude of me to turn you away."

"Are you hinting at something there?"

The man smirked slightly. "Perhaps," he gestured back to the work. "For now, however, we must finish up. It won't be long till your class is over. I'm sure you have plans."

"I don't, actually," Albus admitted, looking away awkwardly, unsure how the man was going to react. "Everyone's pretty busy today, doing stuff. No plans other than to lounge about the common room and whine about being bored."

Scorpius found himself smiling gratefully, knowing he should probably decline, but unable to. "Well, there is no need to rush then, is there?"

There was nothing. There was no place that was safe from other's wandering eyes. Where there were spaces to be filled, there were students sneaking around, or Professors patrolling. He felt like he was back at school, having to avoid teachers to avoid suspicion of why he was out so much searching the school at night, and yet wanting nothing more than to scare the children into going back to their dorms.

Scorpius sighed slightly, eyes having gotten used to the darkness, wishing he had his father's Hand of Glory. But that was buried in a room with many other artefacts that he wasn't allowed to touch when he was a child, for obvious reasons. Not all of them were savoury.

Ears perking he swore he heard someone behind him, a silencing charm on his feet to prevent himself making noise, speeding up as he headed round a corner, not wanting to be caught, but not realising that there may be other people who had had the same idea as him.

He was startled with a jolt as he ran into someone, grasping out to keep them steady, looking down to find himself staring straight into a mess of dark hair. His eyes widened as he realised exactly who it was, sucking in a small breath as green eyes looked up and locked with his own. Time stilled as they stood there, far too close for comfort, the only thing to distract him a small movement coming from a crumpled parchment in Albus' hands.

"Albus, what's that?" he asked, turning his attention down to the paper and taking a step back from the boy.

It had disappeared quickly though. "Nothing."

Scorpius raised a brow, giving the boy a stern look and holding out his hand. "Hand it over."

Cringing slightly, Albus relented, slowly drawing it out from behind his back and presenting what looked like a map to his Professor. A map of Hogwarts.

"It's," the boy paused, searching for the words. "Kind of like a family heirloom. It's a map of Hogwarts."

The blond stared at it in awe, absorbing what he was looking at.

"It's how I found you. I saw you wandering about on the map, and-!"

"Filtch."

"What?"

Scorpius grabbed the boy, spinning him round and pushing him down a different corridor, a much darker one, opening the door to an empty classroom and pushing the boy inside, closing it quickly and turning to look at Albus, seeing him inspecting the paper, before lifting his wand to it and opening his mouth.

"Wait!"

Albus paused, dark brows rising into his fringe at the desperate sound of Scorpius' voice.

"I-!" the older man stumbled, unsure as to how to proceed. He needed that map, but he didn't want to raise suspicion. He looked between the map and the boy, nibbling on his lower lip, mind searching for a way to get it. "Please, Albus," Scorpius started, cursing himself for what he was about to do. "I need that map."

"Sure," Albus nodded, holding the map out for the man, still looking incredibly confused. "Here you go."

Scorpius allowed his face to take on a rare, honest grin, teeth showing and eyes lighting up, mentally scolding the action as he saw his student practically melt with delight. It was wrong to play with the boy's emotions like that, but Scorpius had to go home that Christmas. He had to see his parents. "Thank you, Al."

"Anytime," the boy replied. "Can I ask what you need it for?"

He hesitated again, before nodding. "I'm looking for a place not many people will go. Professors or students. Somewhere very quiet."

Albus frowned in thought, turning to look at the map, searching through the floors for somewhere before a triumphant look crossed his face, pointing at a section of the map. "Here, I'm pretty sure it's just full of unused classrooms, and most of them are locked, so none of the students bother going. I've never seen anyone there, especially not in the classrooms."

"Thank you again."

"It's not a problem."

"What were you doing out here, may I ask?" Scorpius questioned, raising a brow. "After hours, with a map that I'm pretty sure I should confiscate."

The boy panicked, shaking his head and holding up his hands in protest. "No! Please, no, I'll never hear the end of it!" Albus begged. "I was just coming to give you this," he scrambled into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a long, thin vial, a dark red liquid swishing around in it. "I looked at the map and saw that you were still up, I figured that perhaps the sleeping draught hadn't worked or something, so you might've needed something stronger. It's-it's from my Uncle's shop, so it's not a normal sleeping draught."

"What does it do?"

Albus sucked in a breath. "Gives you dreams about what you most desire or something."

"What you most desire?"

"Yeah," he cringed. "My dad actually demanded he stopped making them, because some people were slightly addicted to them or something, and it was 'morally questionable', though I'm pretty sure most things my Uncle makes are morally questionable, so that doesn't really help."

Scorpius took the vial, staring at it for a few moments longer before giving Albus a dubious look. "And it has no side effects other than its morally questionable nature?"

"Yeah."

"People dream about what they desire most all the time," the man said, pocketing the vial and handing the map back, lips twitching as Albus cheered quietly. He was well aware of what he desired most. There was very little risk. "I seem to be thanking you a lot tonight."

The dazzling smile made Scorpius' breath catch in his throat. "I can't say I mind."

"Yes, well," the man cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly, nodding his head and gesturing back to the map. "You should be heading back to your room. With ten points from Gryffindor."

There was a sense of triumph when the boy's face dropped. "Ten?"

"I believe that's the usual punishment for catching you out of bed after curfew for the first time, is it not?" Scorpius asked, raising a brow and unsuccessfully trying to hide his amused smile. "Or would you like a detention for the map as well?"

Albus was out of the door before Scorpius even had time to say 'I thought not'. He patted the pocket where the gift he'd received was, smiling lightly to himself before leaving the room, pleased to note that Albus had scurried off and was nowhere in sight.

He really shouldn't have been so sure about what his Greatest Desire was exactly.

Scorpius shot up drenched in sweet, panting heavily with wide eyes, mind reeling as he found he was wide away with plenty of energy to mull over what had just happened. The light was peeking through his curtain but he could tell it couldn't have been too early, it being a very pale light.

The boy smiled softly as he dropped to his knees, biting his lip and resting his hands on Scorpius' knees, bent from being sat down on his chair behind his desk.

He buried his face in his hands, face on fire as he remembered those emerald green eyes staring up at him in his dream, cursing himself silently for being so foolish. What was he thinking, taking some ominous potion designed to make the victim dream of their 'Greatest Desire'? From a student who seemed to like him at that!

"You seem be to having a problem, Professor," the voice purred, one hand running up the man's thigh, reaching the bulge in his trousers, his robes hanging over the back of the chair. "Would you like my help with it? I'm very good with my hands…"

Perhaps it was a trick. Perhaps Albus had put something in the potion to force him to dream of the boy. It wasn't exactly strange, he'd heard of a Professor during his time that had almost been tricked into taking a love potion, and had almost lost his job over it. It didn't quite seem like something the Potter boy would do though.

The boy gasped playfully as Scorpius' length was revealed, freshly shaven and ready for the boy. "My, Professor, it's certainly very big," he said, a teasing tint to his voice, looking up with his devilishly large green orbs. "I might need more than just my hands for this."

Scorpius groaned, pressing a palm into the throbbing in his pyjama bottoms, falling back onto the bed and squeezing his eyes shut, trying to will the memory of the dream away. It really wasn't working. Usually it took effort to try remembering his dreams, but this time it seemed to nag at him like some sort of parent trying to tell him something important. Except it was obvious what that important thing was.

He forced himself to continue to watch as lips got closer to his length, thick pink tongue slipping out and running from the base of his fully-hard erection to the very tip, green eyes slipping shut in pleasure and lips wrapping around the head, humming slightly as his tongue swivelled round, dipping into the end for a moment before Scorpius' hand wrapped into the dark locks, the mouth moving beginning to move.

The Professor had to admit it. He was screwed. The images were vivid and he was unable to stop the hand wandering into his pyjamas, wrapping round himself and moving roughly, cheeks heating up in shame as he realised what he was doing. Scorpius was bringing himself about to the image of his student. Of his student giving him pleasure. Of Albus Potter, who was barely of age, performing oral sex on him. Merlin's beard he was so screwed.

Albus stood, crawling up, pressing his lips against Scorpius' in a fiery kiss, shimmying out of his trousers and boxers, crawling into the man's lap, pulling him forward and rubbing himself against his Professor's, hands wandering around and quickly making work of the clothing to get access to more skin to touch, tongue moving to dance with Scorpius'.

He moved his hand faster, shame being swallowed up by mindless pleasure and desire, the thought of Albus himself having these dreams, looking at Scorpius and wanting to touch him. He tried his best to block out that small voice in the back of his head that was screaming at him to stop. That he was about to cross a line that he wouldn't be able to run away from, no matter how much he seemed to believe he could.

And then there was overwhelming pleasure as the dark haired boy pushed himself down, face confronting in a mixture of pleasure and pain. There was a dim worry about whether or not the boy would hurt himself, but it was overridden by the lusty groans from the lips, Scorpius pushing up to try milk more of those delicious sounds from the boy, hands on the pale waist, letting out a groan of his own at the tight heat that surrounded him.

The blond gasped as he felt his stomach coil, his hand moving furiously to the image of the younger male riding him, for that moment not caring about the lines or the rules or how wrong it might be. He curled his toes, body stiffening and biting down on his lip, shaking violently as he felt himself cum over his hand, fabric of his pyjamas getting slightly damp, though in no way cold. He panted heavily as he came down from his orgasm, cursing as he realised how much mess he'd made, even if it was contained. This is why he kept these activities to the bathroom.

They shared a bruising kiss as the boy cried out, covering their stomachs in white hot liquid, muscles tightening round Scorpius, drawing forth his orgasm, both panting heavily as their movements slowed, Albus reluctantly pulling off with an odd sound, leaking slightly. The boy looked up into the grey eyes with a soft smile, reserved for a lover, hands reaching out and thumbs brushing against the pale cheeks. "I love you."

He wasn't just lusting after his student, he thought as he fumbled under his pillow for his wand, casting a quick spell. He was slowly falling for him.

Slowly falling for a boy who he was going to be putting in danger.

I really like the end scene. I'm so proud of it. I didn't want to just write another dream like the last one, so I decided to change it up a bit. I think it worked well ~ and no, it did not take this long because I was playing crap games.

Okay so maybe but blame my beta for that, she was the one who linked me.

I hope you enjoyed it!

R+R

~ Kivea R.

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"Did I hear you right when you said where you wanted to go?"

"Yeah."

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"Shit."