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"You and your stupid ideas." Scorpius muttered, swaying on the dance floor with his arms around his boyfriend.
"I know you love dancing, so that can't be why you're whining now." Al pretended to think for a moment, his lips twitching as he fought a smile, "Is it that you don't like dancing with me?"
Silver eyes flashed dangerously as Scorpius dipped his head so his mouth was at Al's ear, inappropriately close, "You know I love the way you move, Al." His husky voice and devilish smirk hinted at what he was referring to, and despite himself, Al felt his cheeks flush with colour.
"Behave." He scolded half-heartedly, his eyes darting around the room.
The two of them had been the centre of attention for most of the evening, which they had expected. They had also expected the disapproving looks and the snubs some of the elder members of the wizarding high society gave them. What they hadn't expected was the support of the majority of the younger generations. There had been several people their parents' age and below who had come up to them and wished them well. People who had expressed their disapproval of the article printed in the Daily Prophet. People who had met Al in passing as he grew up with his parents and siblings, who told him how they didn't believe a word of what was written. People who told him to keep his chin up, people who told him that they were on his side. Al hadn't realised he needed the existence of such people, but he did. Suddenly, breathing seemed to become a lot easier.
Scorpius's arms, which were around his shoulder, squeezed him slightly, making him aware that he had become lost in his thoughts. His beautiful Gryffindor grinned at him when he met his gaze and Al couldn't help grinning back.
The song ended and both boys bowed to one another before holding hands and leaving the dance floor. Once out on the terrace, Al dropped Scorpius's hand and wrapped an arm around his waist instead, pulling him close. He turned his head so his nose was buried in his lover's pale golden hair, "This wasn't a stupid idea." He murmured, bringing his other arm up so he was hugging Scorpius.
The Gryffindor smiled, that brilliantly warm, loving look entering his grey eyes as he leaned into Al's caress, "Not entirely stupid." Scorpius admitted, humming contentedly as they stood on the terrace looking out at the moonlit garden.
"Mr Potter?"
Scorpius frowned as Al dropped his arms and turned in the direction of the voice. To his observant eye, his boyfriend seemed suddenly anxious. "Mr Daniels?"
The elderly gentleman with shrewd, intelligent blue eyes smiled, "I wasn't entirely certain it was you in this light. You look just like your father."
Al smiled, hoping his nerves were well hidden, "I am told that often, sir. Have you met Scorpius Malfoy? He's my partner."
Jonathan Daniels turned his attention to the other young man on the terrace. He was tall and lean, his black tuxedo cut perfectly to compliment his height and frame. Long white blonde hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, throwing the striking face into sharp relief. On anyone else, the effect might have been harsh, but it made Scorpius Malfoy look ethereal. Smiling inwardly, Jonathan held out his hand for Scorpius to shake, "It's nice to finally meet you, Mr Malfoy."
Scorpius shook his hand looking slightly confused, "Finally?" He asked, shooting Al a questioning look.
Daniels watched Albus Potter steel himself and take a deep breath, realising in that moment that Scorpius had no idea what his partner had been orchestrating.
"Scor, Mr Daniels is the Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports in the Ministry of Magic."
Scorpius's mouth dropped open and his grey eyes grew wide as he looked from Daniels to his partner and back, "O-Oh! Good evening, sir! I didn't realise you were going to be attending tonight."
"Well, Mr Potter here invited me." Daniels said, blue eyes twinkling as he smiled, "You are a lucky man, Mr Malfoy, to have someone who loves you so devotedly."
Al's cheeks flushed with colour as Scorpius looked to him, befuddled. "Thank you, Mr Daniels. You're right, I am very lucky to have Al, but I'm afraid I'm a little confused." Grey eyes met green, "Al, what is going on?"
Al opened his mouth to explain but no words came out. He swallowed nervously, but didn't try again immediately. Daniels put his hand on the Slytherin's shoulder, "May I, Mr Potter?"
Al nodded, relieved. Words were suddenly very difficult for him.
"Did you know, Mr Malfoy, that there while there have been rules instated in the International Quidditch League against discrimination on the basis of sex, race and birth there has been no rule against discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation? Mr Potter wrote to us a week ago pointing out the discrepancy. He also attached a copy of an article from the Daily Prophet, enquiring if it were indeed possible that quidditch teams would decide not to recruit a player because of who he or she loved."
Al watched as Scorpius inhaled sharply and grey eyes riveted on his face, quickly filling with tears. "Al." He breathed, trembling with emotion.
Al took a deep breath and continued where the Ministry official had left off. "It took a lot of back and forth, but as of today a new rule has been instated against discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation. That aside, every team in the British and Irish Quidditch Leagues have said they would never decide against recruiting a player because of who he or she loves. Several of them mentioned already keeping an eye on you because you are such a brilliant player. You're going to have your pick of teams, Scor." He managed a small, tremulous smile before saying in a whisper, "I didn't ruin anything."
Scorpius let out a noise that seemed torn between a growl and a whimper as he launched himself at Al, wrapping his arms and legs around his Slytherin as his hands cradled Al's tear-streaked face. "You could never have ruined anything. Nothing, none of this, is your fault. I love you." A shuddering breath left Scorpius, "Oh, I love you so much."
Al laughed through his tears, kissing Scorpius lightly on his lips, pulling away when the Gryffindor tried to deepen the kiss. He ignored his boyfriend's annoyance and looked over his shoulder to Jonathan Daniels, "Thank you."
Blue eyes twinkled as the man smiled, "You are very welcome, Mr Potter. Happy New Year to you both."
"Happy New Year, Mr Daniels." Scorpius grinned, not bothering to unwrap himself from Al. He was happy where he was.
Once the elderly gentleman had disappeared, Scorpius looked down at his boyfriend, that soft, warm look in his eyes, "I can't believe you did that." He murmured, lowering his face so his forehead rested against Al's.
"Dad helped." Al admitted, nuzzling Scorpius's cheek, "He took my letter straight to Daniels so I didn't have to waste time trying to get in touch with him."
"You know you didn't have to do all this." Scorpius whispered, his fingers tugging on the ends of Al's unruly hair at the back of his neck. "I love you and I always will. Fuck what anyone else thinks."
Al smiled, touching his lips to Scorpius's in a soft kiss, "I wonder why your grandmother never showed up." He mused, a knowing glint in his green eyes.
Scorpius's grip tightened around him as he scowled, "What does that have to do with anything?"
Al smirked, "You protect me in your way, I'll protect you in mine. I know I didn't have to do anything. I wanted to. I couldn't bear it if you were unhappy, and you would have been if you couldn't play quidditch."
Scorpius shook his head, "Disappointed, maybe. But never unhappy. If I have you, I don't need anything else to be happy. That's the simple truth, Al. You are my happiness."
Al slowly let Scorpius's feet touch the ground and leaned into him, hiding his face in his neck. "You are such a sap." He mumbled. The wetness Scorpius felt against his neck made him chuckle and gather Al more tightly into his embrace, "Yes, I am. I'm your sap."
To which Al responded by burrowing deeper into him, making them seem less like two people and more like one.
Scorpius watched his boyfriend sleep peacefully, his bare chest rising and falling with every breath. His fingers stroked the line of Al's sternum down to his subtly defined abs, twirling around his belly button before travelling back up his chest. He felt a rush of gratitude towards his parents for letting Al sleep in his room that night. He didn't think he could be apart from him after the night they had had.
Al had been so emotionally drained after their conversation with Daniels that he had spent the rest of the evening at Scorpius's side, some part of him always touching his lover, as if for support. After an hour or so of this, Scorpius had excused himself and Al from the party, practically carrying his boyfriend up to his room and his bed. Al had let Scorpius undress him and then given him a soft kiss before curling up and going to sleep.
Al was leaving the next day to go back to Godric's Hollow. He was spending the few remaining days of vacation with his family, so the next time Scorpius would see him would be on Platform 9 and 3/4. The thought of being separated, even for only a few days, sent a surge of desire through Scorpius. He wanted to make the most of their time together. He wanted something that would remind him of his connection to Al for the next three days.
With that thought in mind, he set about waking Al up in the best way he knew how. Al's startled gasp and needy moan were music to his ears as he sucked on the now hard length. He used his hands to fondle the ball sacs as he worked his tongue over, under and around his boyfriend's erection. When he thought he'd made it wet enough, he kissed his way up the length of Al's body until his lips were at Al's ear.
"Fuck me." He breathed, sucking on Al's lobe, drawing a loud moan from the Slytherin. "Make it so I can feel you inside me for days."
In an instant, he was on his back with Al hovering over him, looking down at him with intense dark green eyes. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't." Scorpius promised, arching up so he was pressed against Al, "I want you inside me, Al. Please."
Al looked down at him, golden hair in disarray, silver eyes blown wide, cheeks flushed with colour and groaned softly. "You're so fucking sexy." He murmured before bending down to kiss him. He was taking his time, kissing, licking and biting his way down Scorpius's neck, when a hand tightened in his hair and jerked his head up to meet that grey, now desperate, gaze.
"Now." He begged, his hand reaching down to guide Al to his entrance, but Al stopped him, eyes wide. "What are you doing? You aren't prepared and we haven't used lube yet. Do you have any here?" He made to get off Scorpius to go look but the Gryffindor held him in place.
"I want to feel you for days, Al. No lube. No preparation. Please."
Al growled low in his throat, holding both of Scorpius's wrists above his head with one hand as the other reached for his wand to accio a bottle of oil Scorpius had sitting on his bedside table.
"I am not going to hurt you. I made that clear, didn't I? Now shut up and be patient. I'm going to do this my way." He tightened his hold on Scorpius's wrists, pushing them further up, "Understand?"
The noise Scorpius made could only be described as keening. Al took that for agreement and let go of his lover's wrists, uncapping the bottle of oil and drizzling some on his fingers. He pushed one finger into Scorpius, watching as discomfort and pain crossed his lover's striking face before being replaced with satisfaction. As he moved the finger in and out, Scorpius's breathing became shallow and his hips raised to meet every movement Al made. His grey eyes pleaded with Al until he added another finger and then a third. It was when he scissored his fingers that Scorpius cried out in shock and pleasure, "Ungh! There! Now, Al. Please. I love you. I need you. Please. Now!" He begged, and this time, Al didn't deny him.
He poured some more oil in his hand and stroked himself, making sure he was slick enough to ease painlessly into Scorpius. He swore as he pushed deeper and deeper into Scorpius, more than a little unprepared for how hot and tight the channel would be. When he was all the way inside he paused, as much to give time for Scorpius to adjust as to give time for himself to cool down enough to do this properly.
When Scorpius's fingers dug into his back, he knew it was time. He didn't even bother trying to start slow. Instead he pulled back nearly completely and then slammed back into Scorpius. Scorpius screamed, and Al thanked Merlin for the fact that they had thought to cast a silencing and privacy charm when they entered the room. He continued to pound Scorpius into the mattress, loving the way his lover gripped him, some primal part of him revelling in the fact that he was filling his lover, marking him in a way he hadn't done so far.
Scorpius just felt. He felt the way Al made him whole, he felt full and bursting with joy, he felt pleasure the likes of which he'd never known before. He felt completely and utterly in love, and he felt Al's love.
"Close." He cried out before biting down on Al's shoulder. A moment later he came, his orgasm the most intense he had ever experienced. Al hadn't even touched him. As Al continued to pound into him, hitting his prostrate in just the right way, he felt his dick stir once more and nearly sobbed at the amount of pleasure he felt. When Al's hand closed over his now hard length, Scorpius cried out, still sensitive from his previous orgasm. It took only a few strokes to make him come again, and this time he clenched around Al, milking him dry as Al buried his face in his neck.
"That was…" Scorpius mumbled, dazed and exhausted, his fingers combing through Al's dark hair as he searched for the right word before giving up and nuzzling his lover's cheek. "I can't think."
"I can't move." Was Al's response as he panted against the skin of Scorpius's neck.
"Mmm." Scorpius smiled, making himself clench lazily around the bit of Al that was still inside him making his boyfriend release a choked moan, "I'm definitely going to be feeling that for the next few days." He tugged on Al's hair so his boyfriend's head lifted to meet his gaze, "At least until we can do it again." His smile turned mischievous.
Al chuckled, shifting off of his lover and moving to lie behind him, "Was that what this was about? You don't want me to go?"
"I will never want you to go when going means leaving me behind." Scorpius murmured, turning to face Al, bringing a hand up to rest on his cheek, grey eyes warm with love.
Al sighed, leaning forward so their noses touched and lips brushed, "You're with me wherever I go, love. I'll carry you in my heart. Always." An adorably embarrassed smile curved his lips as his cheeks flushed with colour.
Scorpius laughed, eyes lighting up with delight as he moved to cuddle closer to his lover, "Look who's being gooey for a change!"
"Only for you." Al whispered, wrapping his arms around Scorpius and slowly drifting off to sleep.
Scorpius watched him for a long moment, before sighing happily and letting his eyes close as well. If this was what he was going to be looking at first thing in the morning and the last thing at night for the rest of his life, his life was going to be bloody brilliant.
Ahhh :) I'm a bit sad to see this story end. You all have been amazing readers and your reviews encouraged me to keep writing so, thank you.
Because you're so awesome, I'm posting the epilogue now as well. This is my last author note and I'd like to ask you all, as always, to read and review.
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~Living to Laugh and Love