It was Saturday morning and Lily Potter was sitting, enjoying a nice breakfast in the Great Hall. She had slept in late that morning, enjoying her day off from classes. She was sitting with Abby and Lane. The three girls were discussing their plans for the day and Lane was complaining about the transfiguration essay that she hadn't started, when something distracted her. She cut off in the middle of her sentence and stared at something behind Lily. Turning, the youngest Potter looked and saw that her brother, Albus had entered the Great Hall. His eyes were looking around frantically and he had one hand clutching his neck. As soon as he spotted his sister Albus practically ran towards her.
"Lily!" He said, to get her attention, as if she hadn't been watching him approach.
"Albus, are you okay? You look a little crazy" Little was an understatement.
"I need your help." He said in a hushed tone, eyes glancing around nervously. Lily noticed Abby and Lane lean in; they could never pass up an opportunity for good gossip.
"Okay, what is it?" Lily asked patiently. Albus seemed to get more nervous, glancing and Abby and Lane as if they were going to attack him. After a moment, he took a deep breath and slowly moved his hand away from his neck.
"Oh," was all Lily could think to say. She immediately stood up. "I'll see you guys later," she said quickly before she scurried out of the Great Hall with Albus leading the way. Abby and Lane were left behind; eyes wide and mouths hanging open.
Twenty minutes later Albus and Lily were sitting on the floor in the back of the girl's lavatory.
"Are you sure this is going to work?" Albus asked.
"Yes, now hold still." She grabbed his chin and tilted his head back and continued to rub a clear gel on his skin. As soon as it came in contact with his neck, the gel changed color to perfectly match his skin color. Currently Lily was about halfway done with covering up the largest hickey she had ever seen.
"I can't believe I'm wearing make up." Albus lamented.
"I can't believe I'm wasting my Medula's on you." She sighed. Medula's magical makeup was one of the most expensive witch's makeup brands out there. The cover up that she was currently slathering on her brother's neck was meant to hide any blemish. Pimples, scars and even freckles could be hidden. Of course that meant hickeys too, although Lily had never needed it for that purpose and she could never have guessed that she would ever be in the situation that she was currently in.
"There, she said, touching up the last few spots. Albus stood and examined his neck in the mirror. The skin was smooth and didn't look like it was covered in goo.
"Thanks Lily."
"Don't thank me yet. " Lily smiled, "I didn't do this for free, you have to give me all the dirty details."
Albus blushed, his make out session with Scorpius Malfoy was not something he felt comfortable discussing with his little sister, he had hardly come to terms with it himself. Then again, without Lily's face goo he would have been seriously screwed. He sat back down and recounted the events of the night before. Lily just sat there listening with a grin growing larger and larger on her face. When Albus finished they both just sat in silence, Lily still grinning widely.
"Stop smiling, you look creepy." Albus told her.
"I'm so proud of you," Lily said, smiling wider.
"Please stop," Albus frowned, "I don't even know what happened, what it means, or what the hell I'm doing."
"Well from the size of that hickey it looks like you know exactly what you are doing."
"Scorpius did that," Albus reminded her.
"But you clearly seduced him," Lily insisted.
"Yeah, because I just ooze seduction."
"Give yourself some credit," Lily smiled, "you obviously did something right."
"Maybe."
"I guess you'll know if he tried to get with you again." Lily decided. "Do you think he will?"
Albus thought back to the night before, and how amazing it had been. It was all he could think of. He kept remembering the feeling of the Slytherin's body and hands and lips.
Albus shuddered, "Merlin, I hope so."
Wednesday afternoon Scorpius walked into his Care of Magical Creatures class both surprised and delighted to see Jaysen already sitting at their regular table, farthest from the front of the old classroom. He sat down next to his friend, not shocked when Jaysen turned and glared at him.
"Hello mate." Scorpius greeted. Jaysen grunted in response. Jaysen hadn't spoken to Scorpius since he had run off from the astronomy tower the previous Friday night.
"I'm surprised you're here on time." Scorpius remarked.
"If I was tardy one more time the fat oaf was going to fail me." Jaysen mumbled, without making eye contact with the blond.
"I didn't tell anyone," Scorpius remarked. Jaysen glanced over nervously.
"Whatever." He finally responded.
Just then their professor lumbered into the class.
"Alrigh', quiet down. Yer all going to be listening to me today. Next time we'll be doin' a practical lesson with some centaurs who live in the Forest, but centaurs are very tricky fellows. This lesson will be about how to respectfully address and interact with the very proud race…"
At this point Scorpius zoned out. He glanced over to Jaysen whose eyes seemed to be glazing over as well.
"You missed quite the show when you rushed out on Friday." Scorpius whispered with a grin.
"I heard." Jaysen deadpanned.
"Who told you?" Scorpius asked, "Andy? Steph?" He had told everybody, it was no secret. He would have told Jaysen too, if Jaysen hadn't been ignoring him for five days.
"Albus did." Jaysen replied.
"What?" Scorpius asked a little too loudly.
"Boys?" Hagrid called, "Would you like to contribute something to our discussion on centaur mating rituals?"
"No professor," They chimed in unison.
"Then shut yer traps!" He bellowed.
They both fell silent for a moment, but Scorpius couldn't contain himself.
"What did he say?" Scorpius asked. Jaysen ignored him. That is, until Scorpius kicked him very hard in the shin under the table.
"Fucking bastard." Jaysen cringed. "He just said that you guys stayed up there awhile. Stephanie filled me in on all the details you supplied her with."
"That's really all he said?" Scorpius wondered.
"He told me that you haven't talked to him since." Jaysen muttered.
"Yeah, so?" Scorpius asked, defensive.
"Boys, I am not gonna tell you again, SHUT IT!"
The loud voice made both boys jump. They both nodded and had the decency to act ashamed.
A few moments later, " You should talk to him." Jaysen whispered so quietly Scorpius barely heard him.
"What?" Scorpius whispered back, "Why?"
Jaysen shook his head, "Because he likes you and you're being a git."
"I'm a git?" Scorpius couldn't believe his ears. "You're one to talk!"
"Thank you Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Villacrow for volunteering to clean the newt tanks after class." Both boys looked up to see their very large professor smiling sweetly at them. There was an evil gleam in his eyes.
Jaysen just turned to Scorpius and glared.
Forty-five minutes later both boys were elbow deep in newt dropping and Merlin knew what else.
"You're a git and I hate you." Jaysen said for the twentieth time that hour.
"Oh, give me a break." Scorpius sighed. He was already miserable enough.
Jaysen went back to the tank, ignoring the blond once again.
"You could have told me you know." Scorpius said after awhile. "About the tutoring I mean."
"So you could mock me ruthlessly? No thanks."
"I wouldn't have!" Scorpius retorted.
"Sure," Jaysen responded with an eye roll, "Because academic success is so high on your to-do list."
Scorpius huffed back, "Well I'm sorry you feel that way. But seriously Jaysen, none of us are geniuses, well except for Sully, but he's a freak."
This caused Jaysen to chuckle slightly, but after a moment he frowned.
"It's not the same." Jaysen sighed, "You're just lazy, school isn't hard for you, its just boring. You could be great if you really tried."
Scorpius didn't respond for a long time. His father had been telling him this for years and it even resembled what Albus Potter had told him before they kissed for the first time, but it wasn't something that Scorpius wanted to hear.
"Just promise, no more secrets," Scorpius finally responded.
"Just talk to Albus." Jaysen countered. The two boys stared at each other for a few moments before Scorpius finally caved.
"Fine."
Almost as if the words had been a summoning spell, not a minute later did the door of the old classroom open. Jaysen and Scorpius turned as none other than Albus Potter entered the room.
"What are you guys doing?" Albus asked, chuckling at the two boys, with their hands deep in dirty old tanks.
Scorpius shook his head.
"You have got to be kidding me."
When Albus entered Hagrid's classroom he expected to see, well, Hagrid. He knew the teacher didn't have any classes at the moment, and he was hoping to have a nice chat with the old family friend. What Albus was not expecting was Jaysen and Scorpius to be sitting near the door, chatting and scrubbing newt poop.
"What are you guys doing?" He asked, laughing slightly. The image was, after all, pretty hilarious.
Scorpius mumbled something inaudible and Jaysen face suddenly bloomed into the widest grin the Gryffindor had ever seen.
Casting a cleaning charm on his arms, Jaysen quickly grabbed his things and got up to leave.
"Where do you think you're going?" Scorpius asked furiously.
"I've had enough of this. If the oaf comes back tell him I got feces in my eye and was forced to rush off to the nurse." Then he leaned in closer to Scorpius and whispered something in French."
Scorpius shoved Jaysen away, with his still dirty hands. "Get out of here you big perv."
Jaysen laughed as he rushed out, sending Albus a wink on the way.
Once they were alone Scorpius cast a cleaning charm on his own arms and set the newt tanks off to the side. Albus stood near the door, watching him.
"I didn't know that you spoke French." Albus finally said.
"I don't." Scorpius replied shortly.
"Then how did you-"
"They only time Jaysen says anything in French you can guarantee that it is perverted in nature. I'm convinced, in fact, that he has forgotten all French words that are not sexual innuendos of some sort."
"Oh…" Albus replied with a nervous chuckle. His mind was racing, thinking about what he had told Jaysen the past few days during their study sessions, and wondering how much of it the Slytherin had decided to share with Scorpius.
While he was pondering all of these things Albus was also aware that Scorpius had gotten up and was walking towards him.
"What are you doing here Albus?" Scorpius asked as he sauntered forward.
"I came to visit Hagrid."
"Oh well Hagrid's not here right now."
"I can see that."
"It's just me." Scorpius continued.
"Should I consider that an improvement?" Albus taunted. A moment later he regretted it, when Scorpius pushed up against him, and pressed his back against the wall.
"You tell me." He whispered, and then he was sucking on Albus' ear. His teeth were biting at the Gryffindor's earlobe and his breath was hot and loud against the other boy's neck.
After a moment Albus relaxed, as he leaned into the touch.
Scorpius started kissing down his jaw line, tongue licking, and teeth nibbling, until he reached Albus' neck. All of a sudden he pulled away, his face distorted.
"Bleh, what is that?" He asked angrily.
Albus touched his neck where the blond had been kissing, confused. When he pulled his hand away, he saw a slight residue on his fingers. "Oh." He remembered.
"What?" Scorpius growled.
"It's um, makeup." Albus answered blushing.
"Why in the world are you wearing it?" Scorpius demanded.
"Because," Albus retorted haughtily, " I had to cover up the enormous hickey you left me last week."
Once the boy's words sunk in, Scorpius' anger quickly dissipated. He chuckled as he wiped the back off his hand along Albus' neck. The hickey started to reveal itself from underneath the makeup.
"Why are you hiding it?" He whispered leaning into Albus again.
Albus shuddered, trying to form words into sentences and speak them aloud.
"Be-because it's gross." He finally got out. Immediately he regretted his choice of words. Scorpius grinned.
"You sure about that?" He quickly turned Albus' neck the other direction and started attacking the opposite side, determined to leave another bite mark.
"Ahhh, Scorpius!" Albus begged, "Please don't."
"You don't want anyone to see it? Fine." The blonde's hands came up and unbuttoned the first few buttons of Albus' uniform. Pulling the shirt open he slowly trailed his kisses down the boy's neck to the top of his chest, and then continued his biting and kissing.
Albus just stood there, pressed up against the wall, unsure of what to do. Every bite was causing him to shiver uncontrollably. After a minute or two Scorpius pulled away, seemingly satisfied with his work.
"You taste so good." Scorpius remarked. Leaning in he captured Albus' lips in a quick kiss, just long enough to swipe tongues with the other boy. "What about me?"
Albus felt dizzy and hot, he barely thought about the next words before he replied, "You taste fantastic."
Scorpius smiled and leaned in again. Albus brought his arms up, and rested them on the Slytherin's shoulders. He closed his eyes as Scorpius pushed him harder into the wall and proceeded to snog the living day lights out of him.
Their lips moved furiously, desperately. Albus felt Scorpius' hands roam his back rubbing and grabbing. Eventually both hands rested on his lower back, pulling, and forcing their bodies closer together. Albus could feel Scorpius body pushed up against his. Albus leaned into the kiss even harder, pushing himself up slightly on his toes, so their faces could be closer together. His fingers gripped the blonde's shoulders even tighter.
"WHAT IN THE BOODY HELL-"
The two boys quickly pulled apart.
"Hagrid!" Albus cried. "I just came here to visit you, and Scorpius was here, and he was cleaning the newt tanks, and you weren't here but-"
Scorpius put a hand on his shoulder, signaling him to stop babbling.
"I was just leaving professor." He said coolly. He walked over to his desk, picked up his things and then walked back over towards the door, where Albus was still standing, shell-shocked.
"Friday night. Nine o'clock. Dungeons." He whispered. And then he left.
An eerie silence filled the room once the door closed behind the Slytherin.
It only took a few seconds until Hagrid shouted. "MALFOY? YOU WITH BLOODY MALFOY!?"
"Hagrid!" Albus pleaded. "Keep your voice down."
"What in the world is goin' on?" He asked, still loudly, but without shouting.
"We-we just fancy each other is all." Albus replied, finding it hard to find the right words to say.
"Have you lost yer mind? What did yer dad say?"
"WHAT? Hagrid no! He doesn't know, you can't tell him!" Albus panicked. "What I mean is, um, it's sort of a secret."
Hagrid sighed, looking down at the boy that he had known from the day he was born. Hagrid always thought Albus was the smartest of his siblings, maybe even his whole family. Now he wasn't so sure.
"This's a bad idea Albus." Hagrid sighed sadly.
"It's really nothing," Albus said. "Don't worry." He finished lamely. Seeing the old man so upset really bothered him.
"You should go." Hagrid replied. "I don' feel much like visitors right now."
Albus couldn't keep the look of disappointment off of his face. "Right, of course."
Albus walked outside and closed the door behind him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Hagrid's reaction had made him want to cry. What was wrong with him fancying Scorpius Malfoy? He was sixteen years old after all; he could snog whomever he pleased. With an affirmative nod, Albus decided to forget about Hagrid. He buttoned his shirt back up, and walked back towards the castle.