the malfoy heir

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quidditch-has-been:

After trying to offer what little was left to Scorp, then he blew the smoke up toward the ceiling. Somehow the taunting seemed like it was Scorpius’s way to get Albus to prove him wrong. “You don’t think I could?” Albus was almost insulted by that answer. He knew he only said it just to get a rise out of him. “It’s okay. Blondes aren’t my type anyway.” Albus said nonchalantly, attempting to hold off his laugh. 

“I definitely don’t think you could,” He replied smoothly and his lips twisted up in a smirk. He heard Albus’ clapback and nearly laughed out loud. Oh yeah Albus wasn’t into blondes. That was the best joke Scorpius had ever heard. “If that helps you sleep at night, Al.”

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quidditch-has-been:

Albus hid behind his laugh while Scorpius had repeated after him. He never actually knew if Scorp would ever dissect his words. A lot of the time Albus had spent nights, lying awake thinking of the outcome if he told Scorpius that he wanted more. Since they had always been close, it was hard to understand whether if they were just comfortable with each other to jokingly flirt with one another or if there was a feeling behind it all. “At least it would be something worth your while.” He moved to grab what was left of the spliff from him. “I guess its just too bad that we’re not playing.” He said before taking a hit.

“You think that highly of yourself?” Scorpius asked with a small laugh. “I don’t know, Albus...you don’t seem like the type that could rock my world.” It was a challenge all in itself and for a split second, Scorp wondered if Al would take the bait. Then his best mate reminded them both that they weren’t actually playing. What a shame. He bit back the thought and instead, watched as Albus took the last of the spliff from his fingers. “Now that you’ve sucked down the majorly of that spliff...what are we going to do now?”

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quidditch-has-been:

Albus couldn’t help himself when it came to teasing Scorpius. He grinned as he received a shove and gave a shove back. “Or so you think that they all find you as charming as your friends like you to believe.”  He leaned back and saw a familiar look on his friend’s face. He returned the grin after the dare. He moved to lean closer to Scorp and took the splif. After he took a long hit from it he handed it back over. “You should work on your dares.” He pointed out as smoke escaped from his lips. “I’m surprised you haven’t tried to dare me to do something much better. For example, I have become a very impressive kisser.” Albus said with a grin over his lips. “Now hurry up with that. I want another round.”

With a quirked eyebrow, Scorpius sat there with the lit spliff in his hand and stared at Albus. “Impressive kisser, huh?” He repeated with a wicked grin. “Are you trying to subtly tell me that the next dare I give you should be to snog me?” He put the spliff between his lips and took a long, slow drag. He held it in until he couldn’t anymore and Scorpius turned towards Albus, blowing the smoke out in his face. With a grin, he nudged his best mate’s side and blew him a kiss. “You should know that you don’t need to hide behind dares if you want to snog me.”

“Buttttt,” He teased, leaning back to his original position. “We both know you won’t snog me without some excuse to hide behind.”

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quinn-nolans:

“Like supplying you next time Professor?”he proposed with a broad smirk and then shrugging. “It’s for my anxiety sir.”

“I have better sources than a student,” Scorpius mumbled, side-eyeing the student. Anxiety? Oh, that’s right. This was the student who lost his brother. “Okay, well...” He passed the spliff back to Quinn, giving him a small smile. “Next time I’ll want to see a note but I’ll let you go scot-free this time.

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declan-bouchard:

“Huh?” Declan took a moment to process that the thing he’d just been holding had been yanked out of his hands. “Oh,” he said. “Professor, I know you’re not going to believe me, but I really did just… find it. Thought it was funny, kind of.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I didn’t know people still rolled their own cigarettes.”

“Did you...?” Scorpius raised an eyebrow and brought his free hand up to his mouth, hiding his chuckle. “Yeah, okay...it’s a...cigarette, right.” Was this kid serious or was he pretending to be daft in order to get out of being in trouble. “So you’re telling me you just found this on the ground? I haven’t heard that one before.”

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quidditch-has-been:

Instantly, Albus started to try to hold off his laugh and shook his head. “Sorry. I cannot take you seriously. I wouldn’t take you for a Professor, Scorp. No.” Growing up with Scorpius blinded him from the thought that they could ever act mature enough to be considered an adult. He leaned back into the couch as he couldn’t control his laughter. 

“Heey,” He whined with a frown. Scorpius leaned over and with his free hand lightly shoved Albus’ shoulder. “I am a Professor! And I’m doing a great job of it so far. The first years aren’t scared of me anymore so that’s a bonus.” A thought crossed his mind and Scorp’s lips twisted up into a smirk. “I dare you to smoke this with me.”

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“Ah, yes. Nice try, kiddo. I’ll be taking that. You know smoking is against the rules. I won’t take away house points this time. Just a warning. Make better decisions,” Scorpius said with a small grin. He took the spliff from the student and put it between his lips. “You’re lucky it with me that found you and not one of the older professors that would have your head for this.”

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Grapevine Fires

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For most of his night, Albus had accompanied a few of the professors to the bar in Hogsmeade. After a hour, the number had dwindled down to just Professor Riley. They must have drank together for a few hours before they had headed back to the school. They had spent a bit of time in the Greenhouse as Mae introduced her on-going projects when Albus felt a sting on his lower back. He didn’t think anything of it, and he had enough to drink that the sting hardly hurt. It was on his way back to his living quarters that he was starting to feel the pain increase.

He found himself at the Potion’s classroom door. He waited to see if he could hear that Scorpius through the door but gave up and knocked on it. When Scorpius whipped open the door, Albus was quick to brush off the fact that Scorp was angry. The mark on his back was growing as well as the pain. “Yeah I get that.” He pushed past him and moved into Scorpius’s classroom. “but I need your help.” While he lifted up a corner of his shirt, he had turned to show off a part of his back that was growing red and slightly discolored. “I’m almost positive I got bit by the tentacula plant.” He was hoping that Scorpius wouldn’t ask why he had came to him first. It would save him the embarrassment of admitting he was hiding that he was drinking from his sister, so that x’d her name off the list. Then the next best person was currently passed out in her room. Scorp was qualified for healing the venomous bite but Albus didn’t want to be trapped in a room with him, alone.

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Potter, Potter, Potter. It was always something with him. At first, Scorpius thought his former best friend had come to his classroom for a fight. It only took a moment for him to realize the signs that Albus had been drinking. How many times had he seen that expression on the other’s face when they were students sneaking alcohol in the dorm rooms? The answer was plenty. Plus, Albus smelled like one of those dirty muggle pubs. His eyes were squinting and there was also no way he would come to Scorpius for help sober. 

Potter was a headache waiting to happen.

“What happened?” He asked after closing the door and moving back towards his cauldron. He briefly glanced to the male as he lifted up his shift. Yup. That was a tentacula bite and a nasty one at that. “Did your drunk arse sneak into the Greenhouses and sit on one? Because I don’t understand how this could happen on accident.” It was selfish and a little immature but Scorpius couldn’t help but make Potter sweat a bit before giving him the easy cure for his injury.

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Grapevine Fires

The door to his classroom was locked. It wasn’t like Scorp was expecting anyone this late at night. It was past midnight, past two a.m. Actually, he wasn’t even sure of the time but it was late. He couldn’t go to sleep now. He was too wired. He was so close to getting this right. Everything he had worked for came to this very moment. Scorpius just had to add the tiniest amount of Acromantula venom with the steadiest of hands....

The dropper hovered over the cauldron and Scorpius took a deep breath. He was ready. He pinched the dropper, eyes narrowing in concentration, and he watched as one drop fell into his cauldron. He was about to pull away when there was a loud bang at his door. He jumped, his fingers squeezing the dropper and he watched with absolute horror as more Acromantula vemon fell into his potion. It began to bubble and turn from white to black. It was ruined.

With a growl, Scorpius threw the dropper filled with venom onto the ground and walked to door, flinging it open. Of course. Of fucking course.  He tried to control his temper but Scorpius had never been good at doing that.

“What do you bloody want this late at night? Some people are trying to work.”

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Let’s not run into each other again

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It had to be a ploy for something that Scorpius would need some cooperation out of him. He hadn’t known what he had in mind but he couldn’t imagine anything good coming from Scorp. It was hard not to wonder what he could possibly want with Albus. It was something that he hadn’t thought of until after he walked away. Maybe he was being too suspicious. Maybe a civil relationship was all he would want in the end. He bit his tongue to stop himself from bringing up that Scorpius had already done that to him during their school year. He didn’t want to seem hung up on the past. A part of him even wondered if it would bother Scorpius, pretending not to care that he did what he did. Even though it brought upon a huge impact on his life. The one person he was the most close to, had thrown him away like a piece of trash and with little to no explanation. 

“Right, scared of you acting civil towards me?” With what little experience he knew of the other anymore, he knew that Scorpius was growing annoyed. He knew he’d regret it but he leaned forward and grasped his hand to shake it. “I’m curious to how long you will able to act civil with me.” 

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With Albus’ hand in his own, Scorpius felt like he was fifteen years old again. It was like being blasted back in time and it bothered him. Having Albus here bothered him. He had thought that seeing Potter again wouldn’t make a difference. Scorp had spent years burying his feelings deep where no one could find them. But here he was with Al’s hand in his own and he could feel those feelings creeping to the surface. And in that single moment, Scorpius regretted throwing a civil relationship out on the floor. He didn’t know if it was truly something he could handle in the long run.

“Hm?” He had zoned out and only caught the last of his sentence. He couldn’t deny it. There was a chance that Scorpius’ length of civility would only last so long. He held on tightly to Albus’ hand and his lips twisted up into the classic Malfoy smirk. “Maybe this time I’ll surprise you, Potter.”

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Let’s not run into each other again

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The relief of walking away was short lived. He could hear him catching up to him. Just as he started to swear under his breath, he was back at his side. Al looked away as Scorpius started up another conversation with him. It was like the previous trade of insults weren’t enough. He didn’t even know what was happening as he pushed Scorpius to keep talking to him. This was never ending, and least not soon enough. The offer of being friendly towards each other was ludicrous because of Scorpius’ bad attitude. As he felt the blue eyes looking at him. Al was not going to give him the attention that he was asking for. At some point, he would give in. Scorpius will give up trying to strike up something just to argue about it. Then the words he least expected had leapt out of his mouth and Albus had to stop. He had to face Scorpius and try to read his face. He watched the other’s jaw tighten, and it made him wonder if he could ever just look at him and believe every word that came out of his mouth. It was hard to even believe himself that his first guy crush, had turned into this. Some reason it seemed like he had to size up Scorpius, he couldn’t tell whether he was wondering if he just hit his head or it was just another game to him. At least he threw a condescending look over before shoving his arm away. “Ha. Good joke.” 

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“Potter,” Scorpius called out, narrowing his eyes at the other. His offer was definitely out of the blue, Scorp knew that much. What had he expected? For Albus to jump up and down at the idea of being civil? He was many things, but stupid was not one of them. He couldn’t bring himself to be offended by that the fact that Albus thought it was a joke. Any other time it might have been. A cruel joke just so Scorpius could have the upper hand but this time it wasn’t. “I mean it. What are we going to this year? Run around and avoid each other? That’s stupid. We work together. We might as well pretend that we get along and I’m willing to do that.”

His hand was still out, ready for Potter to take, and it irked Scorpius that he was standing there waiting. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of little old me, Potter.”

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Let’s not run into each other again

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It was always hard digesting how Scorpius was or what he had become. Albus was annoyed with himself that he had ever thought about him. That there were some nights that he wondered if things would be different if he’d somehow ran into him. Like if somehow Scorpius would grow out of it. It was within a flash that the guy he used to call his best friend, treated him as an enemy. Like Albus had done something to deserve his harsh words, insults, and being ignored. He tried to turn his emotions into anger rather than give him the satisfaction of appearing hurt. This time he told himself that it wasn’t worth responding, he bit his tongue as other seemed to try to get a rise out of him. He wanted to do anything that would cause Albus to respond negatively toward him. Almost like he wanted him to fight back.

He thought he could get away with a small exchange but Scorpius pushed for a response from him. Before he could get himself to stop, he looked back over his shoulder at Scorpius. Not a word. He thought his face was stoic but it appeared more confused or even hurt. And then he turned his head back. It was probably best to slink back into one of the equipment closets and clean for a few hours with polish. Crossing out the library for any future visits.

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“Albus!” Scorpius called out in a weak moment. His face flushed and he cleared his throat. “I mean, Potter,” He corrected, taking a step closer to the other man. Scorpius was good at pushing buttons. It had been a talent since he was a little boy and it was something he had only grown as he did. “I think we can both agree that given our history and our jobs that it’ll be best if we’re civil and professional with each other.” He crossed his arms over his chest, avoiding looking directly at Potter. This wasn’t the sixteen year old Albus Potter that Scor knew inside and out. He was a man now, they both were and they were strangers. He couldn’t even guess how Al would react to his request. 

His gaze finally shifted to Albus and Scorpius quirked an eyebrow at him. He didn’t know if they could be friendly. Well, Scorpius didn’t know if he could manage it. He probably couldn’t but there was a bubble of panic rising in his chest as Albus turned away and this was the only thing he could think to do. It was the only thing he knew would stop Albus in his tracks. He extended his hand towards the man, ignoring the way his heart sped and thumped wildly against his ribcage. “Friends...or whatever?”

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Let’s not run into each other again

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The sound of his last name, the tone and voice sounded familiar but he stuck in the denial. He slowed his stepping and looked over his shoulder just to see the very face he was avoiding. He could feel his heart sink down. Scorpius recognized him in the hall. He recognized him and choose to completely ignore him. To pretend he hadn’t recognized him was somehow hard to swallow. Albus was sure he wouldn’t have batted an eye when he realized that Scorpius knew it was him and chose to pretend he was nothing. To Scorpius, he was nothing. He stopped walking just long enough to allow the blonde to deliver his insult. His eyes had followed Scorpius’ blue eyes. For what it was, Albus was just about to walk away without a word but he couldn’t let the opportunity fly by.

“Thought you would be aware that books have diagrams and pictures.” The flying teacher took a step backwards towards where he was heading before he was called. Looking over his face, he looked more mature. He wasn’t going to even dare lowering his gaze but he was sure his body was to follow. He looked different. One would say handsome. “Good to know that you know how to be a good example for your students.” It was the best comeback he could think of without showing the emotion behind it all. A part of him wondered if there was the old Scorpius was still somewhere inside. At this point it wasn’t even worth asking that question. He wasn’t even Albus anymore, he was Potter. “You’re such a prick.” Albus had mumbled under his breath as he turned away and continued on his way.

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Seeing Albus, being in the same room as Albus, hell, even talking to Albus was like a punch to the gut. Scorpius had made it his mission to not want anyone in his life including Albus. He had been the hardest to push out yet here he was and it hurt because all of their inside jokes, their memories, came back to him at once. He was good at not showing it. It was a talent Scor had learned early in life. So when Albus actually replied, his face remained uncaring. Scorpius couldn’t recall any sort of book that had to be held upside down in order to understand a picture or diagram, but it was funny that Potter felt the need to defend himself. Scorpius, hard as it might have been, let it go. 

If Potter wanted to lie about whatever had him distracted, who was Scorpius to take that away from him?

“I’m a great example for my students,” Scorpius said with a roll of his eyes. “At least I teach a real subject here. What's your position again? Oh...that’s right, you’re an overpaid coach.” He watched as Albus turned to walk away and Scorpius was satisfied and convinced that he had won the battle. You’re such a prick. It hurt. Scorpius flinched at the word even though he did his best to hide it. “That’s right, Potter,” He called out, a smirk gracing his delicate features. “I am a prick and you better not forget that.”

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Let’s not run into each other again

It was an incredibly strange feeling to be back inside the school he once called home. He was surrounded by a familiar place but all the faces were new. Albus was probably better off with a school of all new people. it was possibly what he needed, was to be away from people who knew of him. But somehow as he stood in the middle of the library, he felt like eyes were on him. Albus glanced to his left, realizing the eyes were probably because he was holding his book upside down. He wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing. When he grabbed a book, it was more out of attempting to hide his face. He thought he’d seen Scorpius in the library. Highly unlikely. He realized how ridiculous he was being the moment he found himself holding a book upside down. “Oh please. Not like you’ve pretended to read before.” Albus told the student as he shut the book and shoved it back onto the shelf.

Being back in the library reminded him so much about being a student. He was just an above average student. He remembered how many hours he probably ended up spending in there. With his father and his older brother being constant over achievers, he did feel like he had to at least show some scholarly intelligence. Except when it came to a career choice, Albus saw his career more in athleticism rather than anything else. He enjoyed reading plays, practices, and above all else he had good eyes.

It was annoying that he couldn’t visit the library without thinking he would be running into Malfoy. He moved passed the shelves of books, making his way out of the library. He had to find a better way to spend his free time that didn’t feel so public.

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He knew it would happen sooner or later. How could the two work in the same castle and not run into each other eventually? Scorpius had done as much as he could to avoid running into Albus Potter. He had even recently taken to eating his meals on the go instead of sitting in the Great Hall. He didn’t even know if Albus regularly went in there but Scorpius wasn’t about to risk it.

The Library was the last place he had expected to run into Albus. In their younger days, it used to take so much convincing to get him in there. So Scorpius was surprised when he walked in to see Albus Potter sitting at a table....reading a book upside down. Scorpius smirked, quirking an eyebrow and moving to check out the books he had come to get. It was funny how people never seemed to change all that much.

He had lost track of Albus after checking out his books. Not that it mattered much because Scorpius didn’t have any desire to talk to Albus. At least, that’s what he tried to tell himself. But the truth of the matter was that Scorpius couldn’t resist going up to Potter as he saw him exiting the library. It was almost as if he had no control over his actions and before he knew it, he was to Albus’ side. “Potter,” He called in a light greeting. “Funny seeing you in the library. I didn’t know you could read.” He quirked an eyebrow, giving Potter a challenging look. “Do you often read upside down or have you just fallen off your broom so many times you can’t tell the difference anymore?”

[aurelia-carrington-blog]

“Yeah… Good answer Professor.” She teased him. “Well I’ll try to, but I’m not even sure I’m going to realize myself. There are some symptoms before I completely pass out though. If you see me love you a little too much, or not being able speak properly, that’s when you need to run away from me.” She genuinely laughed, tilting her head backwards. “And who knows, maybe I will have to escape before you are too drunk.” She wriggled her eyebrows playfully. “I can be pretty scary you know. It happens sometimes. And to be fair, I have no idea how I managed to not kill them all by now.” Eventually, Aurelia stopped thinking about the horrible weekend coming, but enjoyed a lovely moment with her professor and friend. 

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“I’ll have to watch out for those then,” Scorpius said with a grin. He was all for chatting with a student, especially a childhood friend, but he knew where to draw the line. “The last thing I need is for a concerned parent to run back to the school saying I was trying to get you drunk and take advantage of you.” He turned towards her, raising a curious eyebrow and then scoffed lightly. “That’s the last thing you need to worry about. My limits are hard to reach. Trust me. There’s only one person who can manage to get me drunk and he’s not currently here.” 

“You? Scary? No...I don’t believe that for a second.”

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“Why don’t we learn from our mistakes?” Aurelia sipped her drink. She’d think her parents wouldn’t like to live the war once again, but she was wrong. In her family, it seemed like only she didn’t want the war to happen again. “Alright, I will. I promise I will talk to him, just not now.” She finished off her drink. “Right now is just the right time to drink. You probably don’t want to see me drunk, by the way.” She joked, looking at Scorpius with the most innocent face.

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“Because we’re human,” Scorpius answered quickly with a shrug. “I don’t have any other answer except that. The human race sucks. End of story.” He quirked at eyebrow at her, sighing softly. “Warn me before you get to that stage so I can casually bounce,” He said with a laugh, shooting a teasing grin her way. “I’m not risking my career or the chance of running into your parents and brother. Every Carrington except for you is bloody scary. You couldn’t pay me enough to deal with them. I don’t know how you’ve done it your entire life.”

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Am I old?

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“I suppose you’re right. I cost money. Binns crossed over, I guess. Maybe it was the sight of my old face and he realized that he has been lecturing passed his dues.” Bentley guessed as he continued his stare at the families gathering. He caught the Herbology Professor’s eyes and grinned at her briefly. “I think Headmistress is going to have trouble keeping me rather than me getting replaced.” He shrugged. “How’s those classes been going so far? Drawing you to drink?”

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Scorpius shrugged, watching the exchange between and the Herbology professor with curious eyes. He hadn’t met her yet. Didn’t really see a reason to but he briefly wondered if Ben had a past with her. “Oh, erm,” Scorpius looked at Ben and snatched the flask back. “Not too bad. The older students are a headache and a half.” He brought the flask to his lips and took a swig. “I feel like I’m handing out detention every other day but other than that I suppose it’s okay. I’m pretty sure I found my favorite student one of them. I’m hoping to collect a few. Have ‘em fight to the death to study under me.”