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Interesting Talks

When the loud knock on his door signaled Rorake's arrival, or at least that's who Albus assumed was visiting unless Scorpius was looking for an afternoon quickie, Albus forced himself to his feet and left Louis and Hugo to their discussion about the former's opinion on the latter's fashion sense. Namely that Louis was once again bemoaning the fact that in his eyes Hugo didn't have any. And since Snow was quite happily sprawled out in the blond's lap, and Yue was sticking close to Hugo, Albus didn't even have to watch out for the two felines as he very carefully made his way to the front door, smiling brightly when saw that Rorake had indeed arrived to pick up Albus's cousins and hopefully supply them with a hangover potion. Thank Merlin. Not that Albus wouldn't have appreciated a visit from Scorpius too, of course, but it would have been pretty damn awkward considering he had guests and couldn't just drag the Slytherin to his bedroom like he wanted to.

And belatedly realizing that he was just standing there like an idiot, and probably grinning at his cousin's husband like one, Albus gave Rorake a rueful look before stepping a little to the side to invite him in, grateful that he could see a potion bottle sticking out of the other man's jacket pocket. Hopefully the contents of it would mean the end of the very nice buzz he had going at the moment, since Merlin only knew what Scorpius would do to him later, if he accidentally blurted out the fact that he was sleeping with him while in Rorake's hearing. He'd had to swear Louis to secrecy, and that had been no small feat.

"Wotcher, Rorake."

"Al." Rorake's lips twitched in amusement as he looked him over. "Don't you know it's dangerous to get that pissed with a Malfoy living right across from you?"

Thinking of all the fun he and Malfoy had had the last time he'd gotten drunk off his ass, Albus had to brace a hand against the doorframe while he laughed his arse off like the drunk idiot he currently was. If only the other man knew. Just the thought of it…Albus didn't know what he enjoyed picturing more. Imagining Rorake's reaction to the news, or remembering his and Scorpius's first night together and the really lovely sex they'd had. They both appealed on entirely different levels, though thinking about Rorake's reaction was probably safer than imagining him and Scorpius having sex. Much less chance of getting a hard on in public.

Also, on second thought, telling Rorake, well that would probably result in mental images Rorake would need permanently removed from his brain via magic ASAP. And Louis would not appreciate anyone else messing with Rorake's head, Albus mused, since he was pretty sure his cousin saw that as his exclusive right.

And thinking that sent Albus into peals of laughter all over again, to the point where he would have toppled to the floor if Rorake hadn't grabbed ahold of his arm to steady him.

"Okay…let's get you inside before you hurt yourself. Then you can tell me what's so funny."

Too busy laughing like an idiot to be insulted, it was all just too funny for words, Albus let himself be tugged down his hallway and then into his parlor where his two were still talking about clothes. Though naturally Louis handed Snow over to Hugo as soon as he spotted Rorake, the blond jumping to his feet to dance over to Rorake with a very loud "Sweetie!".

To keep them all upright Rorake wrapped his free arm around the blond's waist to keep his husband on his feet while Louis messily kissed him, all the while keeping a firm grip on Albus's arm until Albus carefully dropped into a chair for both their sakes.

Naturally Rorake then used his newly freed hand to remove Louis's hand from his arse because Rorake frowned on being groped in public, which Albus found hilarious as well. And breaking off the kiss Rorake sighed, and told his husband that he needed to sit down too.

No one was surprised when Louis's response was to cross his arms belligerently while undressing Rorake with his eyes, his intent to jump his husband very shortly written all over his face.

To save all their sanities, not to mention his dignity, Rorake retrieved the potion from his pocket and uncorking it, holding it out to his husband with a look that ordered Louis to obey. "Since you're all related just take a swig and pass it along. You all have enough liquor in you to kill any germs anyway."

"James used to backwash just so he wouldn't have to share. The prat." Thinking about that was enough to have Albus's smile turning into a pout. His big brother could be so mean to him sometimes.

"Awww. You're so cute when you pout." And so saying Louis took a health gulp of the potion, made a face over the taste, and then handed it off to Hugo. "And now I need someone to get this taste out of my mouth."

And on that note Louis went back to snogging Rorake with plenty of tongue to 'clean' his palate.

Smiling despite the nastiness of the potion he'd just drunk, he was always happy when his family was happy, Hugo brought the potion over to Albus, jerking his chin in the direction of the snogging couple. "They're really bloody cute together, aren't they?"

"They are." Albus agreed with a sigh as he took the potion, the slight green eyed envy he felt because he didn't have a hot husband of his own sobering him up a little even before he took his own dose of the medicine. But that was probably for the best, since he wasn't alone. Not to mention the fact that hangovers really sucked.

So five minutes later the potion had been drunk by those who needed it and Louis was happily cuddled up in Rorake's lap, the man's arms keeping him and his hands in place.

"So exactly why did the three of you decide to drink yourselves stupid so early in the afternoon?"

"It's a long story." Nuzzling his face against Rorake's neck Louis gave a long, drawn out sigh that indicated how much silliness he'd had to suffer because of his cousin. "And we have to take Hugo home with us to babysit. So that he doesn't go to Dolohov's flat and proposition the jackass."

The look Rorake aimed in Hugo's direction was about as surprised as his face ever showed. "You want to proposition Alexei Dolohov?"

"Uh huh."

Rorake didn't even have to think about that one. "You're coming home with us instead."

"Oh come on, you two. Let him. He needs the sex."

"Uh huh, I need the sex."

"You need all your limbs and your brain more." Was Louis's response to that, Rorake nodding in absolute agreement with his husband for once. Hugo was everyone's favorite cousin after all, and above and beyond their love for him, the rest of the family would have their balls for Quidditch practice if they let anything happen to the beloved baby of the family.

Setting the kitties he'd been stroking down on the floor Hugo very carefully got to his feet, weaving a little but showing surprising balance considering he wasn't the most coordinated person when he was sober. "I am going to Dolohov's flat right now. Either you two take me there or I'm…going to get Albus to take me. Or bribe someone else with my awesome puppy dog eyes powers."

"He's so bloody adorable when he's decisive." Albus gave his cousin two thumbs' up.

Rolling his eyes, Louis was of the opinion that both his cousins were idiots and needed to visit St Mungos. As soon as possible.

"Rorake, take Hugo to Dolohov and then take your blond to bed. He needs to de stress a little." Making shooing noises Albus wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, though in the back of his mind he did see their point about Dolohov. So maybe he should…

"I despair of both of you." And on that note Louis announced that they were leaving, and that hopefully by the time they got home his stupid cousins would have their heads out of their asses.

"Okay…but you still haven't told me what else is going on. I'm guessing Dolohov didn't drive you to drink. Not that he couldn't easily."

Everyone agreed that Dolohov could drive a saint to drink. Which none of them were.

"Albus is making bad life choices. And I can't tell you about how stupid he's being because we promised to keep our mouths shut." The look Louis aimed in Albus's direction was more than a little annoyed and bitter.

"Do we need to take you home with us too?"

"Nope. I'm good, Rorake. Promise."

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Absorbed in the book he was reading, which was the point of reading it since he'd wanted to distract himself from wondering about what Albus was up to, Scorpius was jarred out of his thoughts on the latest plot twist by the sound of someone knocking on his door. Rorake, maybe? Needing help with the three pissed Gryffindors across the way. If so his former roommate had come to the wrong Slytherin for help. And that went double if one of them had thrown up. He was not dealing that, not even for a roommate who hadn't annoyed him much in the years they'd roomed together.

Then it occurred to Scorpius that Potter might have gotten chatty while Rorake was around, and the huge, muscular, and not to be messed with Slytherin might be over here to ask his intentions or warn him off. Oh bugger.

Cursing the idea, and plotting Potter's death if that was the case, Scorpius was debating not answering when he heard footsteps in his hallway, his visitor having apparently decided that the lack of a response was an invitation to come into his rooms without his permission. And there was only one person Scorpius knew was stupid enough to do that so blatantly and think he could get away with it scot free and that was the idiot himself.

And he was right, the man in question appeared moments later looking a little out of it but not staggering, which was a good sign.

"I don't recall giving you permission to enter, Potter."

"We need to have sex right now."

Raising an eyebrow, not that he had any problem with the idea of them having sex in the immediate future, Scorpius smiled a little as he asked where the Gryffindor's little cousins were, just to be a shit and extend Albus's waiting before he gave the other man what he wanted. Sex did sound good after all, especially when he was pretty sure he could make Potter beg him for it.

"Rorake is taking Louis home…after they drop Hugo off at Dolohov's place. Which is why we need to have sex. So get naked, Malfoy."

"What?"

"Look, I'm sober enough to realize now that I just sent Hugo off to either have really bloody amazing sex with Dolohov or I'm going to have to live with Hugo's guilt over having to cause the man serious injury to protect himself because Alexei Dolohov is…Alexei Dolohov. So strip."

And so saying Albus started stripping in front of him while Scorpius just stared at the man he was sleeping with in complete disbelief, trying and pretty much failing to understand what he'd just been told. Because if Albus had just said what he thought he'd said, then…

"Alexei Dolohov?"

"That's what I said, yeah. Now strip or I'm tearing those clothes off you. I'm a desperate man, Malfoy. Don't push me."

"Alexei Dolohov. Seeker playing, Death Eater related, active volcano in human form Alexei Dolohov?"

"Is there any other?"

"How the fuck would you know how he is in bed?" Shit. That wasn't what he'd meant to say. He'd meant to ask what the hell Albus had been thinking, allowing his innocent and naïve little brainiac cousin to proposition someone as dangerous as Alexei Dolohov. The fact that Albus thought the little bastard would be great in bed, or knew it personally, shouldn't matter to him in the slightest and Scorpius hated that he even cared enough to wonder. Other than the fact that it would further highlight that Potter's previous taste in men had been severely lacking of course.

The fact that the Gryffindor was butt naked in front of him didn't even help matters either, because now he was picturing Albus naked with Dolohov and that was disturbing and infuriating on a number of levels.

And Scorpius was so focused on mentally ranting at himself that he missed Potter's movements until he suddenly found his shirt being ripped open, complete with flying buttons. Which was not something he was used to, and it shocked Scorpius all over again to the point that he didn't find his voice again until his belt was being yanked open so that impatient fingers could reach the hooks on his trousers.

"POTTER!"

"I warned you."

And then Potter was fitting their lips together and sticking his tongue into Scorpius's open mouth, the talent the Gryffindor had for using that tongue to make the brains leak out of Scorpius's head out in full force. But Scorpius did have enough brain power to throw himself into the snogging too, diving his fingers into Albus's hair to clench them into the silky strands for better control as he took over.

Which was why Albus was looking good and snogged when Scorpius ended the kiss and transferred his hands to the Gryffindor's shoulders to give them a couple hard shakes. "What were you thinking? Dolohov will kill your cousin with one hand tied behind his back."

"You have no idea what Hugo is capable of. And besides, Alexei is probably fucking his brains out as we speak. Hugo was a man on a mission."

Another shake. "Putting images like that in my head is not going to get you laid, Potter."

A gleam coming into his eyes Albus mock punched Scorpius in the shoulder. "Don't you start thinking about Hugo naked or I'll have to hurt you. Plus I look better."

"I'd rather stun myself silly then think about your cousin naked."

"Good boy."

Tilting his head back Scorpius avoided the kiss Albus had just attempted to lay on him. "Boy?"

"Sexy hot Slytherin I want to fuck me?"

"Better."

Scorpius allowed Albus to kiss him then, though he moved his hands down to take Albus's ass in hand, giving both cheeks a hard squeeze before kneading the flesh there with a great deal of interest. And when he broke off the kiss this time it was to inform Albus that he expected the Gryffindor to make the wrecked shirt up to him by letting him fuck him into his mattress. Repeatedly. Until it was time for them to head to supper.

"Oh I promise I'll…oh shit." The last two words were spoken in a near whisper, Albus's eyes going huge behind his glasses as he stared at Scorpius with growing horror etching itself into his features as some realization hit him. "Oh hell I'm so…so sorry. FUCK!"

A feeling of dread overtaking him, this could not be good, Scorpius own eyes narrowed as he moved his hands up so that he could wrap his arms around Albus's waist to insure that the other man couldn't get away from him until he was good and ready. He had a feeling whatever had Albus freezing up had to do with him in a way he was not going to like one little bit.

"What did you do?"

Shoulders slumping, Albus looked down at his feet for several moments before he finally lifted his head again to meet Scorpius's gaze. "I broke my word. I didn't mean to, I forgot,…but that's no excuse. I'm sorry, Scorpius." A hard wince and another deep breath. "I told Hugo and Louis we're sleeping together."

It took a moment for that to sink in. "YOU DID WHAT?!"

"I didn't…I wanted their advice on how to get you to go out with me. I was so focused on that that I didn't think about what I…I mean I made them both promise not to tell anyone, and they won't because Hugo would rather cut off his own arm than betray a confidence, and I have so much dirt on Louis he wouldn't dare blab it out, but I promised not to tell anyone about us and I did. Fuck I'm sorry."

Albus was talking so fast that Scorpius was barely able to follow what the idiot was saying, but truthfully his thoughts were so hung up on what Albus had said first, that the rest was sort of going over his head as the other man continued to ramble on about how sorry he was.

"Shut up a minute. What do you mean, you want to go out with me? You don't want to go out with me. Or are you trying to distract me from killing you for blabbing to your idiot cousins?" Because that made a hell of a lot more sense to him than Albus going to them for advice because the idiot wanted to get him to go out with him.

"Please. I'm fucking naked, Malfoy. If I just wanted to distract you, I'd be offering you the sexual favor of your choice or blowing you right now." Albus smirked at him for a moment, before the hint of a smile faded away as reality sank in once more. "Though I'm guessing you want me to get dressed and get the bloody hell out of here now, right?"

Scorpius took a moment to allow himself to consider the unbelievable idea that he'd fucked Potter's brains out to the point where the stupid Gryffindor might actually be entertaining the idea that in some parallel universe they could ever date. Unbelievable. Only he would be that stupid. As if they could ever go on dates or share a space or even do nice things for each other on a regular basis.

And it was those thoughts that led to another one that had Scorpius staring at the Gryffindor in shock; his arms tightening least the little shit get away before he got some real answers.

"You were the one who sent me those flowers!"

Scorpius's jaw dropped at the sheepish nod Albus gave him.

"Are you out of what little mind you have, Potter?"

A long pause, and then Albus answered him with a hint of a smile again. "You do realize you're basically saying that I would have to be totally mental to want to be with you, right? You shouldn't be so hard on yourself."