TADA! Love me again!
The loud whistle of the Hogwarts Express signaled the last call for boarding. Students bustled around, moving up and down the hallway, finding cabins and wishing friends happy holidays.
"Come on! Rosie! The train is leaving!" Albus had to pull Rose away from the group of girls she was talking to. "Were never going to find a compartment now." Albus complained as they made their way onto the train. Walking past the first few cars and seeing no places to sit Albus glanced back at his cousin, as if to say, 'I told you so'.
"We can just sit with the rest of the sixth year Gryffindors." Rosie suggested.
"You mean MY terrible room mates, and YOUR annoying friends. I'd rather not." Albus sighed. He was really hoping the beginning of holidays would be a chance to get away from the people who despised him.
"Well I just don't think we have many more options." Rosie stated. Just as Albus was about to resign to a 5 hour train ride in awkward silence he heard a voice call out his name from behind him.
"You are always welcome in our compartment." Albus turned and saw Stephanie poking her head out of a sliding door a few feet behind him.
"No, sorry." Rose glared, not sounding sorry at all, "Albus and I promised to ride the train back together."
Stephanie put on her biggest smile and responded, "Well that doesn't seem very fair does it? You get to see Albus all the time during break, and we wont get to see him for two whole weeks, all we want is to share our last few hours together."
Albus thought about mentioning that he would see them over the vacation if he went to the Christmas party she had told him about, but decided to keep quiet.
Rose looked over at him with concern, clearly divided on what to do.
"She's right Rose, I'll see you loads over break, go sit with Amy and Grace." He smiled comfortingly. Rosie frowned, but eventually nodded and walked away.
When Albus stepped into the Slytherin compartment he noticed that it was already full to capacity. Six students usually fit comfortably in a compartment, and now there were eight. Tess was seated happily on Andrew's lap, which helped a little, but there was really no open room for Albus. That was until Scorpius scooted out of the way to make room. The blond hadn't even looked at Albus in the last two weeks so this kind gesture was both unexpected and greatly appreciated. Albus took a seat between Scorpius and Wendy. It was a tight squeeze, and it kind of felt like Wendy was pushing on him, forcing him closer to Scorpius, but Albus tried to ignore it.
"I saved him from the red-haired troll." Stephanie laughed. "She was wary to give him up, but I won in the end."
"I wish you wouldn't call her that." Albus replied, although it was half hearted.
"She's a leech Albus." Tess retorted, "Thinks she owns you, it's disgusting."
"Yeah, we deserve time with you too." Jaysen added.
"Now's a good time, because my family is obsessed with holidays, they wont give me a moment away during Christmas." Albus complained, "We are having Christmas at our house this year too, which means at least thirty guests staying with us. I wont have a second to myself."
"But you're still coming to the Christmas party aren't you?" Scorpius asked him, looking slightly alarmed.
Albus wanted to immediately assure Scorpius that of course he would make it to the party. However, Scorpius had given him the cold shoulder for a few weeks and Gryffindors do not forget so easily.
"Christmas party?" Albus asked coyly. "Was I invited to that?" He tapped his chin as if trying to remember. He saw Stephanie smile.
"Don't play dumb Potter," Scorpius replied coolly, "I had Stephanie invite you."
"Why Scorpius, I would never dare accept an invitation to a party unless it was given to me by the host." Albus said sounding offended, "How impolite."
Scorpius looked at Albus, trying to gauge if the boy was serious or not. Albus stared back defiantly until finally Scorpius rolled his eyes and sighed. Then he unexpectedly rose from his seat. Standing in front of Albus he cleared his throat loudly.
"I, Scorpius Malfoy, do formally invite you, Albus Potter, to a Christmas celebration hosted by myself, at the place of my residence on December 23rd beginning at eight in the evening and ending when we all pass out drunk. Do you accept? "
By the end of the speech half the cabin had started laughing, and Albus had to stop himself from blushing.
" I accept." He responded with a small smile, and Scorpius, looking satisfied sat back down again.
Wendy grinned, "Well now that that's settled…"
Albus had never had so much fun on the Hogwarts express in his life. They told stories and jokes, laughed and yelled, and ate as much off the trolley as they could. Albus also couldn't help but noticed the way that Scorpius kept glancing over at him and grinning. When the train finally pulled to a grinding halt, Albus was perfectly content staying where he was.
Letting out a quiet sigh, Albus grabbed his bag and said his goodbyes as he left the train. As much as he would have liked to spend more time with his friends, stepping off the Hogwarts Express with a group of notorious Slytherins would have been enough to give his family a heart attack. He needed to ease his parents into the idea of his being friends with a Malfoy if he was ever going to get them to agree to letting him go to Scorpius' Christmas party.
As soon as he stepped onto the platform he heard a voice call, "Albus!"
Looking in the direction of the voice, he grinned and rushed towards his mother and threw his arms around her in a huge hug.
Ginny Potter held her youngest son tight, pleased to see that he looked a lot happier now than he had when they said their goodbyes in September.
Next Albus turned to his father and wrapped him in a hug as well. Albus looked around and noticed that the rest of his family members, were already here. This was only confirmed when his uncle Ron clapped him on the shoulder and asked, "We've been waiting for you Albus, what took you so long?" His voice was light and full of jest so Albus just responded with "Hello uncle Ron." Giving a quick hug to his aunt Hermione as well, the Potters and Weasleys left the station together, and the children all piled into the back of a couple of beat up looking cars. Harry got into the driver's seat of one while Albus and his siblings watched their aunt and uncle fighting over who got to drive the second car.
Albus' aunt Hermione, just like his own father, was raised with muggles and knew a lot more than her husband about muggle contraptions. Uncle Ron was fighting back, claiming that he had driven cars before and it wasn't as difficult as she was making it sound. Hermione shot back with something about a Ford Anglia. Ron turned very red and glaring at his wife, walked to the other side of the car and got in the passengers seat.
Albus and his family were laughing at the couple's antics. He glanced over at his sister sitting next to him and noticed that she was grinning, not at their aunt and uncle, but at him.
"What are you looking at me like that for?" Albus asked feeling slightly uncomfortable.
"Did you have a good train ride?" She asked pleasantly, but still holding onto her knowing smirk.
"Fine." Albus shifted in his seat nervously. Lily wouldn't bring it up now, would she? In the middle of the car ride home?
To his relief a moment later she changed the subject and began to tell their mother about her first term and all the noteworthy things that had gone on.
For the rest of the car ride Harry and Ginny grilled their three children for details about the school year and how their final exams had gone.
Albus threw in a response when he was asked a question directly but for the most part stayed silent.
As soon as they reached home, Albus threw open the door and raced up to his room. The Potters lived in a large victorian style house in the middle Godric's Hollow, a quaint old neighborhood that housed a good number of witch and wizard families. As soon as he stepped into his house Albus felt as happy as could be. He loved his house, with it's rickety floorboards, shelves stuffed with books and strange objects. He knew when ever he entered that this was a place he belonged completely. He ran up the stairs, into his room and flopped down on the bed. Taking in a deep breath he smelled his sheets and sighed, it felt good to be home.
A few minutes later he heard a knock on the door.
"Alby, your grandparents are coming to dinner tonight. Also Ron and Hermione and the kids. They'll be here in about an hour, so start getting ready."
Albus grunted out a response, before disappointedly raising himself off the bed. Glancing at himself in the mirror, he realized that he did look kind of a mess. He could use a long shower, and a change of clothes as well.
Leaving his room he made his way to the bathroom that he shared with his two siblings.
James was already in the bathroom, putting away things he brought home from school when Albus entered.
"Get out, I'm taking a shower." Albus said. James walked towards the door, but instead of leaving, he closed it, trapping them both inside.
"What are you doing James?" Albus asked, extremely confused.
"Are you gonna tell mom and dad?" James questioned, turning around to look at his brother.
"Tell mom and dad what?" Albus asked.
"That you're gay." James answered, crossing his arms. Albus' face turned bright red and he started sputtering.
"H-how on earth could I t-tell them that?" He stammered. "There's no way!"
"Lily and I already talked about it Albus, you have to do it and it has to be soon. Might as well be at dinner tonight, when the whole family is there."
"NO WAY." Albus yelled. Then realizing that their parents might hear, he lowered his voice, "James you can't tell them, you have to let me do it."
"I will let you do it." James insisted, "As long as you hurry up."
And with that he opened the door and walked out.
Albus slammed and locked the door behind his brother, suddenly feeling very frantic and breathing very heavy. What was he going to do?
A few hours later the Potter house was anything but peaceful, Grandma and Grandpa Weasley were busy doting on all their grandchildren that they hadn't seen in months. After dinner was over they all piled into the sitting room, transfigured some tables into extra sitting chairs, and started to talk.
Harry and Ron talked about their work at the ministry for a while until Grandma Molly told them to shut up.
"I could care less about stupid politics and protocols." She shouted to them after a while, "I want to hear about my babies."
So Rosie started, she talked about her classes, her favorite things that she learned and then about how she thought her exams went.
Then James jumped in and started talking non-stop about quidditch and his team's chance at winning the cup.
Finally the conversation seemed to turn to Albus, and everyone began asking him questions about his upcoming trip to Saudi Arabia. Albus proudly told everyone about the research he had been doing and the letters he had received from the site director at the archeological dig. His parents beamed with pride, and his aunt Hermione seemed fascinated in the research he was doing. He heard his grandmother whisper to his grandfather, "I always knew he was gifted."
Albus normally didn't like being the center of attention, but he had to admit that hearing his family praise him instead of James for once was quite enjoyable. He turned to look at James, and noticed with delight that James seemed to hate Albus getting attention almost as much as Albus loved it.
James looked over at his little brother and grinned before saying, "Well, there's actually something else that happened this term that Albus isn't telling you about." Albus gasped, what was James doing?
"It's more exciting then his trip in my opinion." James added with a smirk.
All the kids in the room became deadly silent, knowing exactly what James was referencing. The parents on the other hand looked at Albus with interest, waiting for him to break the big news.
When Albus was silent, and his face froze in a slightly terrified look his mother began to show concern.
"What is it Alby?" She asked in her soothing voice.
"I-I-I" Albus got out, but his brain wouldn't work correctly. He couldn't think how to get himself out of the situation, but he knew he couldn't tell his parents. His emotions over his sexuality hadn't even settled, and after the way his roommates and some Hogwarts students had acted, he just wasn't ready to tell his parents.
"Albus?" His father questioned, also looking a tad worried, "What is it? You can tell us."
Albus felt his heart rate building and his body begin to sweat, so he finally blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.
"Can I go to Scorpius Malfoy's house for a Christmas Party?" He all but shouted at his parents.
There was a few seconds where everyone processed this information. Then, very quietly Harry said. "What?"
Albus' brain went from frozen to high-speed.
"This term I made new friends with a group of Slytherin students. There's Sullivan, I have a lot of classes with him. Then Jaysen, I tutored him in astronomy. And Wendy and Andrew and Tess and Stephanie and Scorpius. They invited me to a Christmas party that they are all having on the 23rd at Scorpius' house and I was just wondering if I could go." Albus took a deep breath and watched his parent's faces for a reaction.
"Scorpius. Malfoy." His father finally got out. "You are friends with Scorpius Malfoy and you want to go to his house, the Malfoy Manor for a Christmas party, with him and all of his friends." His father said the words as if he was telling some sort of ridiculous story he didn't believe.
Albus nodded.
"You've got to be joking." His uncle Ron muttered.
"James, is this the news you were talking about?" Ginny asked, James didn't respond, and Ron cut back in.
"Are you aware that the last time we were in the Malfoy Manor Hermione was being tortured?" His uncle was turning very red and his voice was steadily rising.
"Ron!" His aunt yelled at him, "That has nothing to do with this."
"I dunno about that," His uncle shot back, "Why on earth do you want to be friends with these people?"
Albus, feeling a little bold answered his uncle's question loudly, "They aren't their parents Uncle Ron! They aren't death eaters, and they aren't evil, they are my friends!"
The room became silent again before Harry spoke. "No one is calling them death eaters son." He said quietly, while giving a harsh look in Ron's direction. "But even if I have never met them, I have heard many rumors about Scorpius Malfoy and his posse. Their hobbies seem very… different from yours son. I don't want you hanging around people who are a bad influence."
"I think it's the other way around dad." Lily chimed in, "I think Al is a good influence on them. He got Jaysen Villacrow to finally pass astronomy. He's been trying for two years." Albus looked over at his sister, silently thanking her. She smiled back.
"Albus is a lot happier now too." Rose added, "Besides, he's responsible enough to pick his own friends I think.
Ron was glaring at his daughter as if she was a traitor, but Albus was staring at her in awe, he would have never expected Rosie to be on his side, he thought she hated his Slytherin friends.
"Maybe this is something your father and I can discuss overnight, and we can talk to you more in the morning." Ginny finally said.
Albus nodded. He was torn between feeling pleased that he had been able to change the subject so easily, but annoyed that his family was so against his being friends with Slytherins.
"Well it is getting rather late." His grandfather said finally. Albus remembered that his grandparents hadn't spoken a word since his confession, but he now noticed that they both looked tense and very, very tired.
"Yes, we should go too." Hermione said. Moments later everyone was saying their goodbyes. Albus walked up to Rosie and gave her a hug.
"Thanks for what you said." He said quietly.
Rose looked at him and sighed. "Just be careful Albus. Don't go doing anything stupid and making me regret defending you."
Albus thought back to all the things he had done in the last term that Rose didn't know about. He worried that he already had.
"You're going to wear that?"
"LILY GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"
"You aren't going to impress anyone dressed like that." Lily commented from the doorway, beginning to walk away.
"Wait!" Albus looked in the mirror, then back at his sister who had stopped. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
Lily sighed loudly, "One second, I'll be right back." Then she disappeared.
Albus groaned and flopped onto his bed. He had thought the hard part of this would be convincing his parents to let him go, but they had actually been rather calm about the entire situation.
After they had spent the night thinking about it, the next morning Harry and Ginny had a talk with Albus. They set down clear rules of the kind of behavior they expected and his curfew. His mother wanted to make sure that parents would be there. Albus had to lie about that part since he knew that Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were on vacation, and there was no way his parents would let him go if they knew there was no parental supervision. But over all they seemed understanding of his new friendships. Albus' parents in the past worried about him making friends at Hogwarts. The thought of him having no friends seemed more worrisome to them then his being friends with Slytherins. Ginny had even helped Albus make some sweets to bring as presents to the party.
About a minute later Lily came back holding something very similar to what Albus was wearing.
"Lily that's the same sweater I'm wearing, except it's yours." Albus accused.
"Exactly!" Lily beamed, "Although the chunky sweater look is good on girls, it makes you look sloppy. Gran always knits these too big anyways, mine should fit you perfectly!"
"I'm not wearing your sweater Lily." Albus stated calmly, as if it were a fact and not up for discussion. But before he knew it his sister had crossed the room and was physically yanking his own sweater off of him. Because it was, as his sister had said, too large for him, it came off quite easily. Now he was standing in the middle of his room in only an undershirt with his sister giving him her no-nonsense look.
"Just try on the bloody sweater!" She demanded, thrusting it at him.
Albus decided it would save him some trouble if he did so he pulled the sweater over his head.
It fit him tightly over the chest and hugged his waist slightly as well.
"See." Lily said with a large smile. It looks much better. She frowned slightly, "Now if only I could do something about your jeans…"
"I'm NOT wearing your jeans!"
"Of course not." Lily responded, "But yours are so baggy."
Albus looked in the mirror and saw what Lily was talking about. The sweater hugged his top half tightly, making him look very slim, while his jeans were not form fitting in the slightest.
Albus sighed, "It's a lost cause."
Lily smiled sympathetically. "No it's not. The sweater really does fit you better. Scorpius will swoon." She grinned.
"Doubtful," Albus responded, "But thanks anyways."
"Hey what are fashionable little sisters for?" She asked, walking out the door.
After she left Albus looked in the mirror again, accepting of his clothing. Now if only he could do something with his hair…
At 8 o'clock sharp Albus walked downstairs and into his living room. His whole family had gathered to see him off; as if he was leaving for a long and dangerous trip, not a five-hour stay at a friend's house.
"You all set?" His father asked.
"Uh, yeah dad." Albus responded.
"You have your wand?" He asked. Albus rolled his eyes.
"Here, don't forget these." His mother handed him his candy gifts to give at the party.
"Thanks mum." He gave a small smile.
"Have fun!" Lily smiled.
James was silent.
Albus grabbed a handful of floo powder and stepped into the fireplace.
His parents waved.
"Malfoy Manor!" He said loudly and clearly. And suddenly their faces were gone and he was being pulled and spun around so quickly he thought he might be sick. A few moments later he stopped and in front of him was a completely different living room; one much more grand than his own. He stepped out of the marble fireplace and onto a large and colorful Turkish carpet, which Albus was quite sure cost more than his house. Looking around, the entire room seemed to be decorated with antique furniture and artwork. He thought for a moment that he had come to the wrong house and that "Malfoy" might also be the surname for a famous historian. Moments later however all doubt disappeared as Scorpius walked into the room.
"Hey," he greeted with a smile, "You made it."
"Hey." Albus responded. He suddenly felt very nervous. Scorpius always seemed to have a sort of control over him, but now, in Scorpius' house Albus felt even less control. It scared him a little.
"Stephanie and Sullivan are here already. They are in the kitchen, eating all the food." Scorpius took a couple steps toward Albus.
"Oh, good." Albus responded.
"Good?" Scorpius raised an eyebrow and came closer, "You are afraid to be alone with me?"
"What? No, of course not!" Albus responded with a blush.
"I'm glad," Scorpius almost whispered, "Because I was hoping to get some alone time with you tonight."
"I have to be home by one!" Albus blurted out.
"A curfew?" Scorpius asked. When Albus nodded he chuckled, "That's so sweet. Well if we don't have much time, we might as well get started."
Scorpius grabbed the back of Albus neck and pulled him in for a long deep kiss. Any nerves that Albus had quickly vanished. It had been a long time since they had kissed and Albus had forgotten how wonderful it was. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the scent that Scorpius gave off. He felt Scorpius slip a tongue into his mouth and almost shivered, he tentatively added his own tongue to the kiss, swirling it around and moaning quietly when the two came in contact.
Behind them there was a loud unmistakable pop of someone arriving by floo.
"Ugh, no snogging where the guests arrive!" A voice called.
Separating the two boys turned around, to be greeted by Andrew and Tess.
"That's rich, coming from you. Tell me, what were you two love birds doing before you arrived?" Scorpius asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Tess responded, before walking over to greet Albus.
"At least we have to decency to keep it private." Andrew grumbled.
Just then another loud pop signaled the arrival of Jaysen.
"HOHOHO!" Jaysen yelled out. Albus turned and gasped when he saw Jaysen dressed in a Santa suit, complete with beard and jingle bell hat.
Jaysen noticed Albus and walked over, slinging an arm around his shoulder. "Maybe you hadn't heard, but every year I dress up like Santa at the Christmas party. It's a time old tradition that we all cherish."
"He lost a bet in second year." Scorpius added.
Jaysen huffed, and then looking around the room said, "Astoria has been busy this year."
"You should see my room, she went to Brazil and redecorated everything." Scorpius complained. Noticing Albus' confusion he added, "My mom has an antique obsession, she's made the whole house look like someone's attic."
"I like it," Albus smiled, "It looks more homey than I expected."
Scorpius chuckled, "Did you think it would look like a dungeon? Apparently it was a lot more dreary when my dad was a kid."
Then from across the house they heard a voice yell "WHERE ARE YOU LOSERS?"
"Stephanie has lost her patience, come on let's go." Scorpius led them in and out a few more rooms before they finally reached the kitchen.
When they arrived the group said their hellos, although everyone seemed most excited to see Albus.
"We've all been hanging around here all week because Scorpius parents have been gone, but we haven't seen you once!" Stephanie explained as she crushed him in a huge hug.
Somewhere amidst all the chaos Wendy arrived and also crushed Albus in a hug. She was also the first one to mention the box he was holding in his hand.
"Oh, my mom and I made them, they're just little Christmas presents for you all."
"AWWWWWWWWWW!" All the girls in the room chorused.
"You made us Christmas presents with your Mom? You are too adorable!" Tess squealed, "What are they?"
Albus opened the box to reveal white and red striped candy canes, perfectly curved and resting on green and silver paper.
"It's a family recipe, my gran and her mom used to make them, then my gran taught my mom and she was going to teach Lily, but Lily wasn't really interested so she taught me. It's kind of a family tradition." Albus was starting to feel a little embarrassed. Maybe he should have told his mom not to make them. He didn't want to look like some sort of momma's boy.
But Tess seemed delighted; she took one out and popped it in her mouth, a moment later she gasped. Albus smiled.
"This-this tastes exactly like my grandma's custard tarts!" She said before furiously shoving it back in her mouth and sucking on it some more. A moment later she pulled it back out. "How did you do that?"
"It's part of the recipe," Albus exclaimed, "It involves a little magic so they taste exactly like your favorite thing in the world."
"That's incredible!" Sullivan said looking impressed.
Jaysen reached for one next, and after a moment got a dreamy look in his eye. "The croissants! From the bakery across the street from where I grew up, it closed down a few years ago. I loved those croissants."
Stephanie was next, "My dad's fish and chips." She said with a laugh.
Soon everyone had grabbed one.
"Tastes like strawberry ice cream with chocolate fudge from Florean's!" Wendy exclaimed.
"I taste bacon." Andrew said with a smile.
"Mmmm, beef stew." Sullivan sighed.
Only Scorpius was left. He had sucked on it for a few moments without saying anything.
"Tastes good." He finally said.
"Aw, come on Scorpius, what does it taste like?" Jaysen demanded.
"Your mom's cunt." He shot back.
Albus was confused by Scorpius' hostility towards the question, it couldn't be that bad. But everyone else seemed to be enjoying his present, so he didn't mind too much. Somewhere in between sucking on their candy canes Scorpius pulled out a few bottles of whiskey and gin. Even some peppermint flavored vodka.
So they all drank and ate their candy and laughed and got pretty drunk. After the candy canes had all disappeared they migrated into a sitting room, which was possibly decorated even more extravagantly than the last. They played drinking games and got even more drunk. Albus told the story of announcing his friendship to Slytherins at a family dinner. He acted like his Uncle Ron and yelling about death eaters and running around. It was perhaps a bit more dramatic than reality but it got all his friends laughing. Before Albus even realized, the night was slowly slipping away. He felt like that Cinderella from the muggle fairy tale, the seconds ticking away before his magnificent night would end.
Around midnight, in the middle of Andrew doing a very crude impersonation their headmaster, Scorpius got up and walked out of the room without a word.
When they were all done laughing at Andrew, Stephanie whispered in Albus' ear, "I think he wants you to follow him. "
"What?" Albus blushed.
"You have to leave by one right? I think he's hoping you'll go find him. Check upstairs."
Albus was very unsure. What if Scorpius just needed a moment to himself and Albus would be bothering him.
Everyone seemed to be amused at his response.
"We've been his friends for years Albus. Trust us. Go find him." Andrew ensured him.
So, careful not to fall over, Albus stood and walked out of the room. A moment later he came back, grabbed one of the opened bottles of gin and said, "Just in case."
Everyone laughed, and whooped and cheered as he exited the second time.
Taking a large swig of the bottle Albus climbed the first flight of stairs he could find and went to the second floor. It was only after about a minute of walking around that Albus realized how enormous the Malfoy Manor was. What if he couldn't even find Scorpius? Then he heard a faint sound. He followed it, and as the sound got louder he identified it as a piano.
Soon enough he found the room the sound was coming from. He walked in and saw in the corner, next to a large window was a beautiful grand piano and sitting at it was Scorpius. Albus walked in, and stood for a moment listening. It was a beautiful song and Scorpius was a very talented piano player. After a few moments of watching Scorpius noticed him and stopped played.
"No don't stop!" Albus pleaded, so Scorpius finished the song, and Albus walked over to sit with him on the piano bench. Once the song was over Albus sighed, "That was beautiful."
"The Holly and the Ivy, by George Winston. I thought it was appropriate for Christmas."
"A muggle composer?" Albus asked, taking another sip from the bottle he had brought.
"My family doesn't hate muggles you know." Scorpius answered. "We recognize that they are good at many things. In art I think they often surpass wizards in fact."
Albus hummed in consent, and offered his bottle to Scorpius.
The blond took a swig and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I thought you said you wanted some alone time." Albus said quietly, not sure how else to approach the subject, but shy about being too direct.
Scorpius chuckled slightly, "Is that all you want from me?"
"No, but it's all you want from me!" Albus challenged him. He regretted it a moment later, but his brain was very fuzzy and he wasn't thinking clearly. "Why have you been ignoring me at school?" He asked.
"I was being an asshole." Scorpius responded, "I do that a lot you know, you're going to have to get used to it."
"I think I can manage." Albus whispered heavily, leaning into Scorpius. He didn't mean to be so straightforward, but he could only think about the kiss from before and he also knew that he was running out of time to get what he wanted.
Thankfully Scorpius seemed to be thinking the same thing as Albus. He pulled him over to a nearby couch, pushed him down, and then started snogging him just a thoroughly as before. Soon Scorpius' hands were running under his sweater and undershirt, touching his stomach and chest. Albus wrapped his arms around Scorpius' neck and pulled the blond down until he was lying on top of Albus. Scorpius chuckled, "You're a funny one Albus Potter." He said, kissing up and down Albus' neck.
"What does that mean?" Albus asked, his words strained.
"Everyone thinks you're so innocent." Scorpius chuckled as he nibbled on Albus' ear. "But look at you, weaseling your way into my friend group, get drunk and seducing me."
"Well I am part Weasley." Albus mumbled, pulling Scorpius' lips back to his own. But Scorpius pulled away again.
"I thought Weasleys didn't like weasel jokes."
"Its okay when we say them." Albus grinned. "Now can we stop talking?" He pulled Scorpius' lips to his again, but a moment later Scorpius pulled away again.
"You know my friends really like you."
"I'm beginning to think you don't." Albus muttered under his breath.
"I never knew what their favorite foods were until tonight. Well maybe except Andrew. But seriously, how long have I been friends with them and not known?"
Suddenly Albus thought of something, "What was your favorite food?"
Scorpius looked alarmed, and instead of answering, just crashed back down onto Albus' lips. This is what Albus had wanted in the first place, but now he was determined. Determined only the way an intoxicated person can be. He sat up, even though Scorpius tried to pull him back down.
"What is your favorite food Scorpius?" Albus demanded. Scorpius glared at him, but after a moment realized that Albus was not going to let it go.
"Toffee." He finally said. Albus was a little disappointed, that was it? But then Scorpius continued. "When I was little my grandparents had moved away from the manor and to a little cottage where they could live peacefully. Whenever my parents would bring me to my grandparent's house my grandfather would give me a toffee, and then he would sit me on his lap and tell me what a wonderful, amazing child I was. How smart and talented I was. How I would carry on the Malfoy name with pride. My grandmother doted on me, and told me how much she loved me. Those are some of the happiest memories I have. Before I got old enough to realize that the world hated them, and thought they were evil. Back then they were just my grandparents. And my grandpa was just a nice old man who gave me toffees."
They we quiet for a moment before Albus pulled Scorpius back towards him, "They weren't evil. And you are amazing." He said, "Thank you for telling me." Then he kissed Scorpius, slowly and lovingly. Scorpius felt uncomfortable, he had never been kissed like this before, for him kisses were always hot and passionate. But he realized he was starting to enjoy it. He wrapped his arms around Albus, and they both lay back down.
After a few minutes things sped back up, and Scorpius felt more confident. He ran his hands under Albus' shirt again, this time pulling the fabric up and over the boy's head. It got stuck a bit, and Albus couldn't help but think it wouldn't have been a problem if he had worn his own oversized sweater, but all thoughts were quickly forgotten when Scorpius started licking down his chest. He groaned and closed his eyes reveling in the feeling of Scorpius' tongue exploring his body.
Albus felt very exposed next to Scorpius so he moved to try and unbutton the black shirt the Slytherin was wearing. His fingers felt numb, and he couldn't even get one button undone. Scorpius pulled the shirt over his head, and continued, now sucking and biting Albus all over, leaving him moaning.
Albus ran his hands up and down Scorpius newly exposed back digging his fingernails in and loving the sound of hearing Scorpius groan for once.
Scorpius' tongue wandered its way over to one of his nipples and bit down, Albus yelled out, and Scorpius licked back over it as an apology. Albus moaned, and wrapped his legs around Scorpius body, pulling their bodies closer still. Scorpius seemed to stiffen at the extra contact, before rubbing their bodies together harshly. Albus could feel Scorpius' erection starting to grow. And the feeling of it rubbing up against his own, got him extremely hard. His body started to get hotter and hotter, and he moaned slowly, whispering Scorpius' name.
Scorpius grinned up at him, "What do you want?"
Albus didn't say a word but just groaned loudly as he felt the friction between them increase.
"You're going to have to say it." Scorpius teased in a deep throaty voice.
"More." Was the only thing Albus could manage. But he noticed the effect it had on Scorpius. The blond started pushing against him harder and finally brought their mouths back together in a passionate reunion. The kissing was sloppy and frantic, and they had to pull apart every few seconds so Albus could catch his breath. The snogging combined with the alcohol was starting to make his head very light.
Then he felt Scorpius' hand rub down to his lower back, it dipped down, under his jeans and grab his ass, making Albus moan again. Then the hand slowly moved its way around until it finally grabbed Albus' hard-on.
"Oh god." He stammered. Scorpius' hand moved expertly up and down his cock, paying special attention to the head then moving up and down in long steady strokes.
"Merlin, Scorpius." Albus gasped. Scorpius grinned.
"Do me." He whispered huskily.
Albus blushed, he knew it was no time for blushing but he couldn't help it. He slowly removed one of his hands from Scorpius' back and plunged it down the boy's pants, finding the Slytherin's cock dripping and straining against the fabric it was confined to. He started moving up and down, trying to match Scorpius rhythm.
"Mmm, faster." Scorpius whispered in his ear. The blond started moving faster and Albus could feel himself getting hotter. He pumped his hand as hard as possible and he could feel Scorpius' breathing getting more labored.
"Fuck Albus." He said. With his other hand, he grabbed Albus' neck and brought their lips together once again, for a deep kiss. Albus couldn't take it, all the sensation was too much, he pulled away and cried out and he came, Scorpius' hand still stroking him. Moments later Scorpius grunted and he felt his hand get hot and sticky with cum. The kept grinding against one another, riding out their orgasms for a minute more. Scorpius then reached down into the pocket of his abandoned shirt and grabbed his wand.
"Scourgify." He muttered. Albus hand and pants suddenly felt clean and dry.
He was still breathing heavily, but he managed a thanks.
Scorpius grinned, and leaned back down trailing little kisses down Albus' neck as the boy regained his breath.
"You were rather good at that." Scorpius commented a moment later. "You've had practice." He teased.
"Not really." Albus muttered blushing.
"Oh come on, not even with yourself."
"Not very often." Albus answered timidly, "But I mean, every once and a while."
"That's something I'd like to see."
Albus blushed even more. He gazed up, Scorpius looked so beautiful above him, Albus just wanted to stay with him as long as possib-
"Shit!" Albus yelled, sitting up suddenly.
"What?" Scorpius looked alarmed.
"What time is it?" Albus demanded. Scorpius grabbed his wand and cast a quick tempus charm. Above his wand in a dim smoky light shone the words 12:57.
Albus groaned.
"I have to go." He said miserably.
"What? No, come on." Scorpius threw down his wand and grabbed Albus' arm. "You can be late, what's the big deal?"
The drunk, impulsive side of his brain wanted to lay back down and see what Scorpius did next, but the reasonable side knew that if he broke curfew this time his parents would never trust him with the Slytherins again.
So he gently pulled away from Scorpius and pulled his sweater back on.
Glancing back he saw Scorpius was pouting on the couch. He ran back to get him a quick kiss. "Thanks, for tonight. Best Christmas gift ever." He giggled slightly and then ran out of the room.
Once Albus was gone Scorpius sighed. He reached for the forgotten bottle that sat on the floor next to the couch. Scorpius drank it.
Although his mind was still very distorted Albus somehow managed to find his way back to where the rest of the group had been.
They were all even more drunk then when he had left them. Jaysen had rid himself of the Santa suit and was laying on the floor in his underwear.
"LOOK WHO IT IS!" Jaysen literally screamed. They all cheered loudly.
"You look a lil' bit- um- disshelved." Wendy said.
"You have SEX written all over you!" Stephanie added.
Albus blushed, having no idea what to say, this just caused them to all catcall louder.
"I gotta go," he finally said. "Curfew."
They all hissed and booed, as he said goodbye and tried to leave.
"Wait!" Sullivan called. Abus turned, and the Slytherin tossed him a small glass bottle. "For the morning." Was all he said.
Albus' mind was so hazy, he had no idea what the bottle could be for, but he took it and raced out of the room. Once he reached the marble fireplace again, he quickly grabbed a handful of floo powder and stepped into the fireplace.
"The Chosen House." He announced clearly.
This had been a joke between his parents his whole life. Back in school his father had been given the name the 'Chosen One' and ever since his mother had been teasing him about it. His favorite hat was "the chosen hat" his chair at the dinner table was "the chosen chair". His father was a good sport about it, so when they bought their first house together, of course they named it "the chosen house".
Soon enough Albus was back in said house. He stepped into the living room and glanced up at the old grandfather clock. It was just barely after one. He listened, but couldn't hear a sound. Carefully he made his way back up to his room. Everyone seemed to be asleep, and Albus was relieved that his parents trusted him enough to not wait up. Albus wasn't sure if he could pull off acting sober right now. He reached his room and closed the door behind him. Pulling off his sweater and jeans he fell into bed and was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.