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A Little What If

Having been told that he could just walk in after dinner Scorpius didn't bother knocking on Albus's door, letting himself in instead with Snow purring away in his hands like the crazy thing it was. Heading straight for the bedroom Scorpius paused only long enough to set his stupid cat down on the floor near the parlor where Yue was currently hanging out and then kept on going. Thankfully thus far Albus's kneazle was willing to take charge of keeping Snow out of the way, Yue coming over and picking the little puffball up by the back of the neck before turning around and heading for the cat basket the two slept in, which was good since the last thing Scorpius wanted was the two of them coming into the bedroom and watching him and Albus shag. Now that he knew how intelligent they were…it sort of freaked him out a little. Really, he was just glad that he couldn't understand them the way Albus apparently could.

Arriving at his destination Scorpius stepped through the doorway and then stopped, his eyes scanning over the setup with a great deal of surprise and eyebrow rising. That the lighting was dim, giving the room what some might call a romantic atmosphere was puzzling, yes, but it was the odd sheet that had been placed over Albus's bedcovers and the bottles on the bedside table that really surprised him.

"You were only a couple of minutes ahead of me."

"I set it up before dinner." Standing on the left side of the bed wearing loose pyjama bottoms, Albus grinned at him with a definite gleam in his eyes. "I did promise you a full body massage, remember? So strip out of those clothes and stretch out on your stomach. I'm saving your front for last…since I promised you top spot too."

Liking the idea, especially since there was no chance of someone interrupting this time around, Scorpius removed the robes he was wearing, draping it over a chair before continuing to strip down and set aside his clothes until he was completely naked. That done he headed for the bed and stretching out arched his back a little to make sure he had the Gryffindor's full attention, smiling smugly when he saw that he'd succeeded.

And quite sure that he was all Albus was thinking about now Scorpius turned his attention to adjusting the pillow under his head, inhaling deeply the scents he was coming to associate with Albus. That he found the scents comforting and familiar flitted across his mind, but were easily pushed aside when he felt Albus kneel onto the bed and shift over, the Gryffindor's weight on him welcome as well. Especially since Albus had done plenty of whispering in his ear before Hagrid showed up about what he had to look forward to now.

Jerking a little when Albus's fingers spread over his back, the warm wetness of them surprising him, Scorpius was not amused when the Gryffindor told him to relax like he was some spooked animal he was teaching their idiot students to handle without getting bit. But he would let it go since one, the massage might end and two…the massage might end and oh but this felt really, really good.

All but melting into the bed as the man's incredibly strong and talented fingers dug into muscles he hadn't even known he had, Scorpius just enjoyed for a few minutes before he asked where Albus had learned how to do this so well. It wasn't like years of petting animals would have given the Gryffindor this sort of insight into the human body. The most likely answer, which was that Albus made a habit of doing this with other men, had Scorpius tensing up a little to completely undo Albus's work unknotting his shoulders.

"Quit tensing up. My fingers have only so much staying power, thank you very much." Exasperation in his voice Albus started all over again after flexing his fingers to try and delay the eventual kinks in them. "And to answer your question I have a mum who would pay me when I was a kid to massage her shoulders since my dad sucked at it and James never had the patience even with the bribe. Spending hours hunched over a desk isn't good for shoulders and back, especially when you've already abused it playing Quidditch for years."

"Oh."

"And before you say it was mean to charge her she insisted. And I gave her discounts."

Chuckling at the idea, Scorpius closed his eyes with a smile on his face, relaxing completely again which made Albus hum in approval. "So how much would you charge me? I could get used to this."

It was Albus's turn to chuckle now, and then the Gryffindor was leaning forward to place a kiss on the back of Scorpius's neck before shifting over to place his lips against Scorpius's ear, deliberately purring his words. "I'm sure that you and I could work out some sort of arrangement there."

"Indeed." Going quiet again Scorpius stayed that way and just enjoyed it until a random thought amused him. "Oh if your mother could see you know."

"I'd rather my mum never see you naked, thank you very much." In fact he'd rather be the only one seeing the other man naked for the foreseeable future, but Albus wasn't about to say that. Shouldn't really be thinking it either, but crazy thought s were pretty much standard for anyone with Weasley blood. His blood was encoded with a desire to wreak havoc on his life by adding Scorpius to it as much as possible.

Unaware of how their thoughts were aligning Scorpius corrected Albus, something he loved to do, as he dryly explained that he hadn't been referring to the idiot's mother seeing him naked because that wouldn't be cause for amusement in any of their books. What he'd meant was that it was amusing to him to imagine how horrified Ginny Potter would be if she knew her precious baby boy was giving a Malfoy massages, much less shagging him.

"Ah. Yes. That would be an interesting conversation. The excuse of hotness never worked for any of us so your looks wouldn't be enough of an excuse for her." Lips twitching Albus couldn't help but imagine what his mother's reaction would be if he told her the whole story of how he'd ended up sleeping with Draco Malfoy's son. It was actually sort of a funny story, one she might actually find pretty damn hilarious once she got over the initial shocks and scarring mental images.

"You think I'm hot?"

Albus rolled his eyes. "I would have thought, given how much time you must spend in front of a mirror fixing your hair, that you would know the answer to that question without having to ask. Not to mention the fact that you're a Malfoy, your egos are born oversized so it's not like you need that stroked either."

"I look like a Malfoy though."

"And I look like a Potter, but you don't have any problem getting it up either, right?"

That was a valid point. And a disturbing one too, Scorpius mused, since on occasion they had shagged in the morning after accidental sleepovers so he couldn't use the dark as an excuse.

Sure that his point had been made Albus shifted back further down the Slytherin's body than before so that his arse was resting on Scorpius's legs, his hands careful as the brushed against Scorpius's side since heaven help him if he made the mistake of ticking the man by accident. That had not ended well the last and only time he'd done that. And since a person was a lot less likely to react to possible tickling if distracted, Albus picked up the conversation by pointing out that just for the record Scorpius looked a lot less like his father than he himself looked like his own.

Just to be contrary Scorpius decided to argue, though it was hard to do given how good he was feeling at the moment. "How do you figure that? Your muscles aren't nearly as big as you seem to think they are."

"Cute." Albus pinched the white arse in front of him for emphasis, snickering at the yelp and glare that got him. "But seriously, you and your dad have the same coloring but that's about it."

"I look like a Malfoy."

"Yeah, but…I've only got three Malfoys to reference from and your grandfather…well the fact that he's been through two wars and time in Azkaban shows so it's really just you and your dad and…" Albus trailed off, wary of pissing the Slytherin off enough that Scorpius left and maybe didn't come back. The man could be very protective of his family when he was in the mood.

Figuring out why Albus had trailed off Scorpius informed him that he'd be in more trouble if he didn't finish his sentence at this point.

"Fine." A pause. "When I look at you I just see you most of the time. When I look at your dad I see a dilapidated…no…a half finished picture or sculpture. Like you can see what he might have been but he never got to that point so you can't even say what he was meant to be in good or bad ways. No offense."

"That's…one of the most brilliant descriptions of my father that I've ever heard." That a Potter of all people had said it completely floored Scorpius, who was grateful that the Gryffindor couldn't see his face since he didn't even want to think about what kind of expression he might be wearing at the moment.

"Uhm, you're welcome?"

Scorpius smirked a little at that and then announced that it was time for him to roll over. They needed to get back this massage and the shagging that was coming after it. Talking like this was just…not what they should be doing, though he didn't say so because the other man might read something into that and that was the last thing he wanted.

Agreeing with him Albus got off and out of the way before telling Scorpius to go ahead and roll over, smiling like the cat who got the cream at the new view when Scorpius complied.

It was going to be a good night tonight.

)

The next morning Albus awoke for no obvious reason at first, though when he finally opened his very heavy eyelashes it was to see Yue giving him a dirty look. Blinking a few times to bring the kneazle into focus, his brain struggling to engage enough that he wouldn't say or do something that would bring Yue's fury further on his head, Albus covered his mouth to hold in a yawn before asking what was wrong, wondering if maybe Scorpius had said something nasty to the kneazle on the way out. But no, the Slytherin's breath could be felt against his neck while meant that Scorpius had slept over accidentally again. Not all that surprising given the night they'd had but still, the blond was bound to be displeased when he did wake up. Or at least probably, this was the first time he'd woken up before Scorpius so he'd always had to deal with the consequences of said sleepovers after the fact.

Whack

Not appreciating the paw swipe across his cheek, though at least Yue hadn't unsheathed his claws and drawn blood, Albus was smart enough to apologize for getting lost in thought. He hadn't meant to ignore him.

Another feline glare and then Yue was lifting a front paw and pointing it over Albus side, gesturing, Albus was pretty sure, to Scorpius.

"Ah. It wasn't on purpose."

Yue didn't look appeased.

"Does the excuse that I'm only human fly with you at all?"

A slow shaking of his head was Yue's answer to that question, and then the kneazle turned, basically mooned him with a tail swish for added emphasis before he swaggered over to the edge of the bed and jumped down to the floor.

He had to hand it to his kneazle, Albus mused, Yue knew how to make himself clear even when there was a language barrier.

And since he was awake anyway Albus rolled over carefully so that he could observe Scorpius's sleeping face, loving the way the Slytherin's usually perfect hair was sticking out in every direction. It actually made Scorpius look sort of adorable and that wasn't a word one normally applied to a Malfoy.

Thinking back to the first time he remembered seeing Scorpius when they were boys, Albus frowned as something occurred to him that never had before. He'd grown up knowing about the Malfoys, though he'd never met one until school, but he'd pretty much gone to Hogwarts with the mindset that he and Scorpius were pretty much destined not to get along and that he should probably avoid the Slytherin to be as much as possible since he didn't like fighting with people. Scorpius had, in turn, avoided him for the most part as well which begged the question…if they hadn't come to Hogwarts expecting not to like each other, would they have been able to get along at the very least? Been cordial enough to actually greet each other instead of always looking the other way? Loaning each other a quill or some ink if they'd noticed the other needed some. Would he have thought Malfoy cute and then hot if he'd really looked at Scorpius back then and vice versa?

Troubling thoughts to be had, for sure, Albus mused as he reached out to run a finger along Scorpius's knife-edge cheekbone.

Of course Scorpius personality would have been a serious problem too, especially since the blond had only gotten worse with age. While they might have been able to become friends when they'd been younger if circumstances had been different…presently it was probably impossible.

Wasn't it?

Jerking in surprise when suddenly Scorpius's eyes were open and looking into his, Albus said the first thing that came to mind.

"How do you wake up like that?!"

"Why are you staring at me?"

"Analyzing the past." Albus's lips curved a little. "So hypothetically, if we'd come here as regular students, last names meaning nothing and no connections whatsoever…do you think you'd have hit on me? Or even that we might have just been friends?"

Scorpius took a moment to think about it and then he answered. "Possibly to the first, no to the second."

"Awww, really? I'm a great friend, you know. I'd have been a great friend with benefits." To prove it Albus ignored the factor of morning breath and slid his fingers into Scorpius's hair, fisting them in the longish strands before cupping the back of the blond's head to pull him in for a closed mouth kiss.

Scorpius allowed it, though as soon as Albus had pulled away the Slytherin lifted a hand to flick him in the forehead. "No sleepovers."

"Hey, this is my bed, Mr. Flicker." Albus tried to return the favor but Scorpius's hand got in the way, blocking his forehead from attack. "No fair."

"You just tried to flick me!"

"You flicked me!" And not about to stand for it Albus tackled the other man, which led to them falling off said bed but Albus didn't let that stop him. He was too busy tickling the hell out the cursing Slytherin who was trying and failing to take a swing at him because this was going to be fun.

)

Reacting to the sound of his person in distress, he had to save him, Snow forgot all about the cat toy he'd been playing with and started running for the door, heart racing as he imagined all sorts of terribly things that would be bad enough to hurt someone as strong and powerful as his person. He would bite, claw and say as many mean things about whatever was hurting his person as he could. He wasn't Yue but he could-YUE!

All but rolling head over tail, he stopped so fast, Snow's head whipped around to look in Yue's direction, completely flabbergasted to see that the kneazle was still calmly cleaning a paw like there wasn't anything amiss.

"YUE! We have to save my person!"

A little surprised, the little puffball had a bigger set of lungs than he'd imagined, Yue shook his head and then very calmly informed Snow that he had nothing to worry about. His person was just fine and he should ignore the noises from the bedroom. A speech that he'd given the little runt the night before when all the noise their people had made during their matings had woken Snow up and had in turn caused Snow to wake him up to ask him what the noises were.

If he weren't so sick of not sleeping in his own bed Yue would have left the room hours ago.

"But these aren't sort of happy sounds like before! Those are his angry voices! Well except for the laughing noises, but he doesn't sound happy after them."

"He will soon enough." Yue had complete faith in his person's ability to own Malfoy if it came to that. Albus was stronger, bigger, and more cunning than anyone ever gave his person credit for. He liked to think that he'd rubbed off on the man during the course of their partnership.

"Well I'm going to make sure he's okay. Not that I don't trust you, because I do, but…he's my person."

And so saying Snow continued on his way, running as fast as his little legs could carry him with his ears perked to catch every sound he was straining to hear. And yes, the closer he got to the bedroom door the more the sounds he heard were less mad, but he didn't relax until he'd managed to wiggling his body through the not quite closed door and see for himself that no, some monster wasn't trying to hurt his most precious person.

His person was completely fine, he was just playing a weird game with Yue's person that seemed to involving a lot of rolling around and that weird thing they did with their mouths sometimes that made them do their weird version of a purr.

Satisfied that all was well, and happy that the two were getting along, Snow smiled as much as he was able and then headed back out to tell Yue that everything was okay, just like the older feline had said it would be.

Yue was the smartest kneazle in the world, Snow was sure of it. He was always right.