As they finished their meal, Scorpius reached across the table and took Albus' hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Tonight," he promised, his eyes dark with intent. "We'll talk more tonight."
Albus nodded, his gaze never leaving Scorpius'. "Okay," he murmured. "Tonight."
They stood, their hands still joined, and walked out of the kitchen, leaving behind the warmth and the whispers of the other students. The castle was quiet, the rain still pattering against the windows as they made their way back to the Slytherin common room. It was a small reprieve from the chaos of their world, a brief moment of peace before the storm that was surely coming.
When they reached the common room, they didn't let go. Instead, Scorpius led Albus to the stairs, up to their dormitory, and into his bed, where the silencing charm was already in place. The curtains were drawn tight, creating a cocoon of darkness and privacy.
Scorpius turned to face Albus, his eyes searching the other boy's. "Are you sure about this?"
Albus' voice was steady. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
And with that, Scorpius leaned in and kissed him, the taste of soap and rain and something uniquely Albus filling his mouth. It was a kiss that spoke of years of
friendship and a lifetime of unspoken desire, a kiss that promised so much more than just the heat of the moment.
As they broke apart, both panting, Scorpius whispered, "Then let's not waste any more time."
They stripped away the layers of their clothes, revealing the truth of their bodies to one another. Scorpius' eyes roamed over Albus, taking in every inch of him. He'd dreamt of this, of the way his friend's skin would feel under his fingertips, of the way his breath would hitch when he was touched in just the right way.
And as he kissed and touched Albus, Scorpius realized that reality was so much better than any fantasy he'd ever had.
They lay on the bed, the rain a gentle lullaby outside their window, as Scorpius explored Albus's body with a reverence that surprised even him. He knew every freckle, every scar, every curve and line of his friend's form, and yet it felt as if he was discovering him anew.
Albus's breath hitched when Scorpius's hand found its way to his cock, stroking it gently, tentatively, as if afraid it would break. "It's okay," Albus murmured, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "I want this, Scorpius."
Scorpius nodded, his own breath coming in short gasps as he took Albus's length in his hand, feeling the heat of
it, the velvet softness of the skin. He leaned in and kissed Albus again, deep and needy, his tongue delving into the other boy's mouth as his hand worked in a slow, steady rhythm.
They moved together, their bodies a tangle of limbs and sighs, each touch and kiss sending waves of pleasure crashing through them. Scorpius felt himself getting closer, his hips bucking involuntarily against Albus's, seeking relief.
But it wasn't just about the release; it was about the connection, the feeling of being one with someone who understood him in a way no one else ever could. And as they reached the peak together, their eyes locked, their breaths mingling, Scorpius knew that this was more than just a fleeting moment of passion.
They lay there for a while, panting, their hearts racing in time with the storm outside. The silence was deafening, and yet it was filled with a million unspoken truths.
Finally, Albus spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "We... we can't tell anyone, Scorpius."
Scorpius nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I know," he said. "But we have tonight."
And with that, they kissed again, the taste of each other's desire still lingering on their lips, promising a future of stolen moments and secret touches. They had to be careful, but they also knew that they couldn't
deny what they felt.
As they pulled away, Scorpius checked the time. "Merlin's beard, we're going to be late for potions!"
They scrambled to get dressed, their movements clumsy with the aftermath of passion. They shared one last lingering look before leaving the dormitory, the promise of more to come in their eyes.
Entering the Room of Requirement, they found it just as they'd left it—still hidden and unchanged, save for the faint scent of their love making that lingered in the air. They had only minutes to spare before their lesson, so they quickly set to work, trying to compose themselves and act as if nothing had happened.
But as they sat in class, their thoughts kept drifting back to the dormitory, to the feel of skin on skin, to the whispered words and gasps of pleasure. It was going to be a long year, hiding their secret from everyone, but Scorpius knew that it was a price he was willing to pay for a love that felt as if it could conquer anything, even the weight of their families' histories.
And as Professor Slughorn droned on about love potions, Scorpius couldn't help but smirk, knowing that the most powerful potion of all was the one they'd just created together, in the quiet confines of the Slytherin dormitory, under the guise of quidditch tryouts.