The train ride back to Hogwarts was a bittersweet one. The excitement of returning to school was tempered by the knowledge that they would have to hide their newfound love from the prying eyes of the magical world. But as they sat in the Slytherin compartment, the warmth of Albus's hand in his own was enough to make Scorpius feel as if they could conquer anything.

The first few days back at school were a whirlwind of classes and quidditch practice, but every stolen glance, every brush of skin sent a jolt of electricity through Scorpius. It was a secret that burned brighter than the candles in the Great Hall, and he found himself eagerly anticipating their next clandestine meeting.

One evening, as the castle was settling into its nightly routine, Scorpius and Albus managed to sneak away to the Room of Requirement once more. This time, there were no potions to hide behind, no distractions. Just the two of them, and the echoes of their breaths in the vast, empty space.

Albus looked up at Scorpius with a mix of nervousness and desire. "What do we do now?" he whispered.

Scorpius took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "Whatever we want," he replied, his voice low and full of promise.

Their kisses grew more heated, their hands more daring. Scorpius felt as if he were memorizing every inch of

Albus, savoring the taste of his lips, the feel of his body against his own. It was an exploration that went beyond the physical, delving into the depths of their souls.

They laid on the floor, their bodies tangled together, and Scorpius finally dared to dip his fingers into Albus's entrance again, feeling him shiver at the sensation. "You're so tight, baby," he murmured, his thumb circling the sensitive bundle of nerves outside.

Albus nodded, his eyes closed tightly. "It's okay, Scorpius. I trust you."

And with that, Scorpius pushed in, feeling the resistance give way to him. He watched Albus's face contort with a mix of pleasure and pain, and he knew that he had to go slow, to make this right.

Inch by inch, he filled Albus, his heart pounding in his chest with every moan that spilled from the other boy's lips. And when he was all the way in, he paused, giving Albus a chance to adjust to the feeling.

"Are you okay?" he breathed, his voice shaking with the effort of holding back.

"Yeah," Albus replied, his voice a mere whisper. "Don't stop."

With that, Scorpius began to move, their bodies finding a rhythm that was as old as time itself. Each thrust sent

waves of pleasure through him, and he watched Albus's face, seeing the moment when the pain gave way to something more.

Their moans grew louder, echoing off the walls of the room. Scorpius leaned in, capturing Albus's mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing his cries of ecstasy. He could feel Albus's body tighten around him, and he knew he was close.

With one final, desperate push, they reached the peak together, their bodies shuddering as they climaxed.

For a moment, they lay there, panting and trembling, their hearts beating in time with one another.

"I love you," Scorpius whispered against Albus's neck.

Albus's eyes shot open, and he stared up at Scorpius with a look that was equal parts shock and wonder. "I love you too," he whispered back.

They held each other tightly, the warmth of their love a stark contrast to the cold stone walls of the castle.

But as the afterglow began to fade, reality crashed back in. They had to get back to their dorms before they were missed, before their secret was discovered.

They dressed quickly, their eyes avoiding the mirrors. The evidence of their love was written all over their faces, in the soft smiles and the darkened eyes.

As they slipped back into the corridor, Scorpius took Albus's hand, squeezing it gently. "We'll figure it out," he promised. "We'll find a way to be together without anyone else knowing."

Albus nodded, his heart racing.