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This chapter contains mature content so if you're not a fan, don't read.

Chapter 12

New Territory

Being away from Scorpius proved to be even harder than Albus initially expected. There were nights where he wouldn't be able to sleep, thinking about the blonde's hot mouth hovering over his body, and he'd have to wank furiously in the middle of the night before being able to doze off.

But what made everything even harder was the fact that Albus began to understand the real extent of his feelings towards Scorpius. He'd preferred to remain oblivious to this revelation, to stay confused forever and never face the truth that was now so clear inside his head: He liked Scorpius in a way that wasn't just friendship. He wanted Scorpius' body, and the touch of their skin and the soft brush of their lips. But what terrified him the most was that it wasn't just sexual. In just over a month that boy became his best friend and so much more, and It was stupid and ridiculous how his heart rate increased at the thought of Scorpius' eyes, or his smile, or his smell. And he could feel himself falling deeper into the abyss of his emotions. And Albus didn't understand how it all happened and he felt like an idiot. One moment Scorpius was just another roommate and the next, he'd become his whole world, and the source of all his fantasies. To the point where he spent almost every waking hour thinking of him, and his father had to snap him out of it several times a day, genuinely worried for his son's mental health, asking him if he was fine.

No, Albus wasn't fine. He wasn't sure he would be able to hide his feelings for long, and he wondered how many days it would take for people to start noticing his odd behavior. He dared not think what his father would do if he knew, or worse: how would James react. The pure thought of it made a rush of panic spread through his body like wildfire.

It wasn't fair, honestly, for Albus to constantly have to be careful and calculate his every move so the newspaper wouldn't have anything to write about him. It was unfair that he had to be so careful everyday while the other students could go around getting drunk or having fun without the fear of being in the cover of a magazine. And now it would be even harder, because there was one more thing to hide.

He didn't want to be with Scorpius; he didn't want to be called a poof, or a queer. He wanted to be just like everybody else, and above all he wanted to do well in his next Quidditch match, but he couldn't focus on anything really, and the pressure of everything was about to drive him mad.

As Scorpius sat at the Slytherin table to have some dinner after the long train ride back to Hogwarts, he scanned the hall looking for Albus. He hadn't talked to the boy in about two weeks now, and it was getting harder and harder to stand the distance. He thought about sending him a letter during the holidays, but every attempt at a decent letter ended up thrown away in the corner of his bedroom. And he thought that even if he sent it, it would still get lost in the hundreds of Fan Mail that the Potters probably received daily, so it wasn't worthy after all.

He soon heard the excited chattering of some younger witches in front of him, and he knew that Albus was now in the Great Hall. He scanned the room carefully until he spotted the familiar green eyes and dark hair sitting beside his cousin at the Gryffindor table. Scorpius sighed, feeling Albus so far away and unreachable that he lost his complete interest in what Thomas was saying next to him.

Thomas followed Scorpius' gaze and as he noticed what the boy was looking at, he stopped.

"You alright?" he asked, wrapping one arm around Scorpius' shoulders.

"Yeah" Scorpius answered, knowing that it was a lie, but the truth was far too complicated for Thomas to understand.

When Albus finally entered their bedroom, it was already very late, and most of the boys were sleeping. Scorpius was lying on his bed trying to fall asleep, but his heart jumped to his mouth as he saw Albus walk past him and sit on the bed beside him.

"Hi" Albus said as they locked gazes, with a weak smile on his face.

"Hey, how was your holiday?" Scorpius said awkwardly, thinking of something to say, ignoring his brain's desire to scream so many things along the lines of "I-missed-you-so-much-and-I-never-want-to-leave-your-side-again".

"It was alright, you?" Asked Albus, slipping inside the duvets.

"Same... Well, 'night" Scorpius replied, turning around with the fear that he might let slip something stupid and corny and honest.

"Night." replied Albus, as he turned off the light from his wand.

Neither of them spoke for a while, until finally Albus cracked and spoke.

"Why didn't you owl me?" he whispered, turning around to face Scorpius. And as the blonde's heart fell to the floor, he pretended to be asleep and didn't say anything.

Albus stayed silent, waiting for an answer. Finally he gave up and turned around again, trying as hard as he could to fall asleep.

Albus woke up lying on his back, sweaty and panting as the dream involving a certain blond boy ended abruptly. He shut his eyes tightly, feeling his erection over sensitive and ready to spill. The lighting of the room told him that probably everyone was still asleep, so he reached down and closed his hand around his painfully hard prick. It took him just two quick strokes to come inside his pants, hot and messy, with a quiet rasp of his breath.

"Fuck" he muttered quietly, out of both the pleasure of his release and the anger towards his mind, unyielding in it's reckless desires.

"How am I supposed to look at him when I wank thinking about him every fucking day!" he thought as he collected his clothes and walked to the showers.

The morning passed slowly. Albus sat beside Scorpius during the first module, but didn't talk to him, feeling like he could get hard just by looking at the blonde's face. Scorpius didn't talk to Albus either, unable to understand where their friendship stood. True, they had done some pretty extreme things that night with the Aleabar seeds, and he couldn't quite believe he had had the nerve to suck Albus' dick, but it all had been in a pretty distorted state so it all seemed like some sort of dream, which, at least for Scorpius, didn't make it so real.

And at this point Scorpius was starting to get pissed off. He wanted to know what was going on inside Albus' head, if he was going to continue ignoring him or if they would sort things out.

During lunch Scorpius sat beside Thomas, and as he started to eat he noticed Albus approaching. He stared at him until Albus noticed Scorpius' presence, and his face became one of sheer terror. He turned around and started walking the opposite direction. But Scorpius was not having it anymore.

"Al!" he shouted through the Hall, noticing many heads turn to face them.

Albus stopped abruptly and turned to look back.

"Yeah?" he tried to sound casual, but Scorpius could hear the notes of insecurity in his voice.

"What do you mean, Yeah?, you know exactly what I'm going to say." Scorpius replied, walking forward and crossing his arms around his chest. Albus couldn't fake the peaceful stare for long, and soon his façade fell to reveal the terror he actually felt. He gulped and started walking away from Scorpius again. Scorpius followed him through the corridors, trying to reach him.

"What the fuck, Potter? seriously, how old are you?" he said, pushing people in front of him while trying to grab Albus by the shirt.

"Al, this is bloody ridiculous!" he kept saying as they walked through more deserted corridors, until Albus entered an empty classroom in an unfamiliar part of the castle.

"Al, what is your problem?" shot Scorpius, now beginning to lose his temper.

"You are my problem, Scorp!" Albus replied, as he turned around to face Scorpius with a furious expression. "You are fucking up my life!"

Scorpius felt the blow of those words, but he noticed they weren't filled with anger, but frustration, so he decided to approach in a more friendly way.

"Al, what are you talking about?" he said, and Albus looked at him straight in the eyes. Those pale silver eyes that pierced right through his mask.

"You...I just feel so..." he lost his train of thought as he looked at Scorpius' eyes.

"So what?" Scorpius pressed.

Albus felt confused. Looking at Scorpius was hard enough, and feeling him so close was even harder, and he just wanted to kiss him, and touch him and forget about everything.

"It's...It's your bloody fault, Scorp!, for getting weird thoughts inside my head! I don't have time for this nonsense."

"Al, you're not making any sense" Scorpius said, anxiety and confusion filling him.

Albus started getting really pissed off at Scorpius' reaction. He seemed to be so peaceful and nonchalant about this whole situation that it was destroying Albus. He walked firmly towards Scorpius, standing barely a couple of inches apart. He could feel Scorpius breath become more erratic, and for a second he saw Scorpius's eyes dart towards Albus's lips, and then he couldn't stand it any longer.

He grabbed Scorpius by the robes and crashed his lips against the blonde's in a furious motion. The other boy stood paralyzed for a couple of seconds, before realizing what was happening. Finally he raised his arms and grabbed Albus's head with both hands, touching his hair, and gave in to the kiss, twisting his head and parting his lips to allow Albus deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring the insides of the boy's mouth. Albus walked forward without breaking the kiss, until Scorpius's back crashed against a desk. He climbed awkwardly on the table and opened his legs to allow Albus move closer between them, now both their growing erections crashing furiously.

This was pure bliss, thought Albus absently. It felt so right, so scary and amazing, how Scorpius had almost the same strength as he, and the movements and kisses were furious and aggressive. With girls he had always restrained himself, afraid of hurting them, afraid of loosing control. But with Scorpius everything was explosive, instinctive. He started moving his hips with strong and firm strokes, while Scorpius let go a low groan through their crashing lips and teeth. Albus had never felt this way before, It was borderlining physical aggression, how Scorpius's fingers pierced his ribs while making their way beneath his shirt and bit his lower lip recklessly; how they grinded against each other with all of their strength; how their mouths crashed and their teeth clicked in what seemed more a fight than a kiss.

Albus's erratic movements forward grew more urgent by the second, his hard cock in an awkward position rubbing against Scorpius' body, with each stroke faster than the last one, both their pricks feeling each other and grinding through the fabric. Albus grabbed the blonde's hair in one hand, while the other pierced with his nails into Scorpius's thigh. Finally, with a final violent push of his hips, he opened his mouth and cried a muffled scream against Scorpius's lips as he came inside his pants, and his flushed face was enough to push Scorpius to the edge too, who came barely a couple of seconds later, closing his eyes in a groan, resting his forehead against Albus' shoulder and biting his neck out of the intensity of his orgasm. The strength of each push of the hips lessening gradually, until the spasms finally subdued and both boys came to a full stop.

They stood quite still for a minute, panting, slowly regaining enough energy. Albus muttered a quick cleaning spell directed to his pants, and Scorpius copied the motion to his own.

Albus gave a step backward, but Scorpius held him tight by the hips.

"Don't you dare run away now..." he hissed, while his lips pressed against Albus' neck.

But Albus was stronger, so he jerked away easily and walked out of the room quickly, while straightening his shirt and combing his hair. Scorpius just let out an annoyed groan, and cursed Albus silently, "why did I have to fall for the most childish, immature little prat at school?" he muttered as he walked out of the classroom behind Albus.

Albus entered the dormitories opening the door angrily, the green room was empty except for Tom, who was practicing some spell with his pillow in a corner. Albus ignored him and walked to his own bed, sitting on the edge and covering his face with both hands.

Just a couple of seconds later he felt a weight beside him, and a familiar arm go around his shoulders.

"You alright mate?" asked Tom, who was looking at Albus with concern.

"I'm fine" Albus replied, looking at Tom, trying to sound casual. Tom sighed heavily and stood right there, unwilling to move.

"Is it about Malfoy?" he asked after a while. This took Albus completely by surprise, and he looked back at him with a confused stare.

"What?" was all he managed to say, his hands raised and open in front of him.

"Listen Al, s'alright, I've known you for years, and you've never been able to trust me with your problems. But I still worry 'bout you, and I've become used to figuring them out by meself. So don't think I'll buy into that half-assed 'i'm fine' pantomime, I'm not some bloody Hufflepuff, am I?"

Albus chuckled at this, thinking that after all Tom really was a great friend.

"I can see how you look at Malfoy" he continued, "and how he looks at you too, if I may add. I've seen how close you two have become. You like him, don't you?" Tom blurted out in that straight-forward and matter-of-factly fashion that was so typical of him.

Albus wondered what to say for a moment, he wanted to trust Tom, because he needed someone to talk to after all, and he supposed that Tom was the best alternative.

"I..." he began, but Tom didn't let him finish.

"And he fancies you."

"I don't–"

"That wasn't a question, I'm just telling you" replied Tom, looking at Albus with a half smile. It was weird and awkward for Albus to be talking to him about this. Tom was probably the most heterosexual bloke he knew, but somehow he seemed completely nonchalant about this.

"Aren't you mad, that I never told you?" he asked, unable to contain himself. Tom just chuckled.

"Honestly, mate, when have you ever told me something?" he said with a grin. "So, you like him, he likes you...what's got your knickers in a twist then?"

"You know it's not that easy Tom!" Albus replied with frustration, he stood up and walked to rest his arm against one of the bed posts. "Remember last year at the Halloween party when we got drunk?...well, the following week you didn't have to worry about anything, did you?, but they had this massive picture of me in all the bloody magazines in existence talking about how bad an image I was giving to kids, and it was all fucked up." he said, crossing his arms around his chest in a defensive position. "So no, I can't just go and...ask him out or whatever...Ugh" Albus sighed heavily and threw his arms in the air in defeat. "I just...I just wish I could be normal. Why is it so fucking hard to be like everyone else? Why couldn't I fall for a girl, like you, like a normal bloke...instead of falling for Scorp, of all people..." Albus noticed in his mind that this was the first time he acknowledged out loud that he had, in fact, fallen for Scorpius. And it made it all more real, and inescapable.

Tom just looked at him for a while, frowning just a little, thinking hard.

"I don't understand you, Al." He said finally, and then stood up and looked at Albus in the eyes. "You always say that you want to be yourself, that you're bloody tired of being compared to your brother, or your father. But seriously mate, how are you going to be yourself if you can't even accept who you are?" Tom finished, looking fiercely into Albus' eyes with determination. "I may not understand what happened between you and Malfoy, and probably you'll never tell me, but I know that you want to be with him, and if that's what makes you happy, then I say go for it, and fuck the magazines, and the newspapers, and the rest of the world. This is who you are, so grow the fuck up and do something about it!" he finished, in what sounded more an order than a suggestion. And it was all Albus really needed: someone to just sort his thoughts out for him, detonating the chain of reaction that would fuel his determination to the point of stubbornness. His classical cold stubbornness that always got him what he wanted.

And he wanted Scorpius, and Scorpius he would get