The corridor was empty, the perfect opportunity for Scorpius to pull Albus into the bathroom. "Albus," he whispered, his eyes dark with desire. "I want you now, I need you to make me forget everything else."
Albus looked at him with a mix of surprise and arousal. He knew what Scorpius was asking for, the wildness in his eyes unmistakable. He nodded, his heart racing as they stepped into the small space.
The door clicked shut behind them, and Scorpius was on him, his hands rough and urgent. The bathroom was a cocoon of white tiles and porcelain, the only sound the soft hiss of the train's wheels on the tracks below.
Scorpius pushed Albus against the sink, his hands moving quickly to unbuckle his belt. "I need you to fuck me," he said, his voice low and raw with need. "I need to feel you inside me, claiming me."
Albus swallowed hard, his own desire rising to meet Scorpius' intensity. He nodded, his hands shaking slightly as he reached for the lube they had stolen from Madam Pomfrey's office.
Their love was a maelstrom, a whirlwind of passion and pain. They took each other with a desperation that bordered on violence, their bodies moving together in a dance that was both beautiful and terrifying.
Scorpius gripped the sink, his knuckles white, as Albus
claimed him. It was a brutal, beautiful thing, a declaration of love that went beyond words. They were one, bound by a force that was stronger than any spell, any family legacy.
And as they reached their climax, the bathroom echoing with their cries, they knew that this was just the beginning. They had survived the storm, and now they were ready to face whatever the future had in store.
Their hearts hammered in time with the rhythm of their bodies, their breaths mingling in the small space. They had crossed a line, but in that moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
They cleaned up quickly, straightening their clothes with trembling hands. The bathroom was a mess, a testament to the passion that had just unfolded within its walls.
As they stepped out into the corridor, the world outside had not changed, but they had. They were no longer just two boys in love; they were warriors, ready to conquer the challenges ahead.
They returned to their compartment, the tension between them a live wire. The other students looked up, but quickly averted their eyes, sensing the change in the air.
Their relationship had entered a new phase, one where
they could no longer hide behind the veil of secrecy. They were ready to face the world, ready to shout their love from the rooftops if they had to.
The train rumbled on, carrying them back to Hogwarts, the castle looming in the distance. They knew that the battles ahead would be fierce, that the path to acceptance was fraught with danger.
But as they sat there, their eyes meeting, the promise of forever in their gazes, they were ready. They were the Slytherin and the Gryffindor, and together, they could conquer anything