Scorpius Malfoy

Darkness approaches from outside. I feel no light inside me strong enough to resist it.

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Checkmarks ||Scorpius Malfoy & Nikolai Korolenko

“I need you to come with me.” Scorpius glared down at the sight of Declan Bouchard at his door at 4 in the morning. “It’s important. Get some clothes on and let’s go.” Who did this little shit think he was ordering Scorpius Malfoy around like that? Though he had known Declan since he was born, Scorp didn’t like being demanded, and he definitely didn’t like being dragged out of bed especially when Albus Potter was snuggled between his sheets. Nonetheless, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t at all curious as to what Declan needed his assistance with. His hand itched and Scorp could feel himself fighting back the urge to catch Declan’s throat between his hands. He was a professor now. He couldn’t act out even if it was to squash the annoying little twit.

“You know, Declan, we’ve been friends for awhile. So you should know very well that I do not react to demands from anyone. I also don’t appreciate banging on the portrait at the arse crack of dawn.” His hand tightened on the portrait frame and he closed it just a little bit. He didn’t want Declan knowing he had someone in his room. The last thing Scorpius wanted was for it to be around the school that he had shagged Potter. “Scurry on back to your to dorm before I dock points or give you detention.”

But Declan didn’t no for an answer. If anything, he looked terrified that Scorp was refusing to go with him. “Listen...Scorp. I need you, mate.” At that, the Malfoy raised an eyebrow. He had always believed that Declan could hold his own, and the thought of him coming to Scorp for help was slightly alarming. “I got into something and I might have mentioned the stuff you told me in private about th-” Malfoy held a finger up to his mouth and closed the portrait door shut. Albus couldn’t hear this, bloody hell, he shouldn’t have even told Declan what he had been researching.

“You TOLD someone?” His fists balled up at his sides, the veins in his arm shooting out against his pale skin. “I’m going to strangle you, Bouchard if you don’t get out of my fucking sight! I trusted you!” He harshly whispered, a feeling of betrayal bubbling up from his core. “I told you that in confidence and I expected you to keep that to yourself. Just like I kept the secret of your little pursuit of Coventry, I also was there for you when he dumped your pathetic little arse and here you are. Here you are spilling my secrets. You’re a fool, Bouchard.” Scorpius shook his head at the mere sight of him. Though Bouchard put up a good front on being strong and confident, all he was was weak.

“Scorpius, please! It wasn’t like that. I found someone who could help you. Someone who wants the same goal. He’s powerful and things are happening. I don’t know most of the details but he wants your help. He sent me to fetch you. He wants to meet with you immediately” This was all too much. Someone else was trying to make the Philosopher's stone? “Just come with me.” But Scorpius couldn’t. Albus was waiting and though one of his goals was to remake the stone, his night with Albus changed everything. This was too dangerous and the last thing he wanted was Al in the middle of a war between Scorpius and someone who wanted the recipe for the stone. “No. Toss off, Bouchard. I’m sleeping. I’m not interested in what you or this mystery man is offering.” And with that, he slammed the portrait door in Declan’s face and made his way back to bed.

But sleep never found Scorpius after his conversation with Bouchard no matter how hard he tried. So for the next hour or so, Scorp watched Potter sleeping peacefully. The soft rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in and out. The way his lips smacked and his pink tongue slipped out to swipe at his dry lips. In his slumber he had moved his hand to Scorpius’ pillow and clutched into it tightly. It was amazing how deeply the Malfoy heir loved him. With this one night Albus had become his world. And maybe turning down this offer would hurt Al. He didn’t know who he was dealing with and knowing the Bouchard family it could be someone incredibly powerful. He couldn’t risk losing Albus or what they just started. So with a soft kiss to Potter’s forehead, Scorpius slipped out of bed for the second time that night and quickly got dressed.

He made his way to his classroom and was hardly surprised to see the door cracked opened. Before he slipped in the door, Scorp took a deep breath and pulled his wizard robe closer around his chest. When he finally gathered the nerve to walk in, he looked around to find a single student sitting in his seat. The Slytherin colors didn’t surprise him, nor did the actual student sitting there. “I had a feeling it was you. Can’t say I’m surprised,” Scorpius said over his shoulder as he walked over to his desk and leaned his back against it. He stared down at the student, his lips twisting up in a smirk. “To what do I owe this pleasure, Mr. Korolenko?”

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Hard to Say || Scorpius Malfoy & Albus Potter

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Merlin he was bloody beautiful. The way Scorp’s mouth fell open and how tensed his arms became only furthered that thought. His skin across Al’s as though it were natural. Maybe that was just the Potter boy overindulging in his thoughts but it felt too damn good to be anything but that. The way they looked at and over each other was mind-numbingly beautiful. Scorpius’ normally cold hues had a softer effect to them. It was one he’d only seen a few times, most of those with his parents. Then he would have thought it gross and obscure but when Scorpius looked at him like that, he understood it.

Scorpius started to initiate a deeper and more thorough fucking. Much to Al’s surprise it hadn’t hurt. Instead it made that knot in his stomach clench tighter and his entire body clenched up. Almost as if the loss of contact would leave him in a dark place he couldn’t bare to go to. The brunette pushed up onto his elbows and crushed their swollen lips back together in a deep kiss. Scorpius would get the message while their tongue danced around each other. Though the moans kept seeping through and caused Al’s legs to tug the Malfoy as close as he could manage. 

His hips had begun to roll between his lover and the desk, straining to keep himself in sync with Scorpius’ rapid pace but he could feel himself reaching that crest all too quickly. Albus tore his lips from Scorpius and let his head fall back between his shoulders. The mixture of words, gasps and moans blended together so effortlessly. His heels dug into the blonde’s back and he laid himself back on the desk, looking up into those pale hues he’d become mesmerized with.

The feeling of Scorpius pinning him down too good to let go of. Albus brought his hands up around his back, tracing his fingers lightly along his spine and pressed his palm firmly against the small of his lover’s back, urging him closer. Their lips touched again and he smiled, whispering against his lips, “I’m so close Scorpius.” Their lips mashed together again and again, his fingers scratching up the milky white skin of the Malfoy while his voice shifted higher into a drawn out moan. He was about to lose it an all he wanted was Scorpius to know how incredible this was and he felt. Their foreheads came together and Al panted out louder, his body pressed as close as possible. “Please?” He pleaded, nibbling on Scorp’s lower lip. “Please go with me.” He whimpered and proceeded to force his hips back onto Scorp as he was thrusting in. As the seconds ticked by it was becoming increasingly hard to contain himself and he wouldn’t say sorry for letting go at the hand of Scorpius Malfoy, with or without their orgasms coupled together.

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Scorpius watched as Albus moved beneath him. He watched how his body trembled and squirmed each and every time Scorp touched him or dipped his chest down against Al’s. The world could have been ending but it didn’t matter because Albus was with him and he was with Albus. They were one and together finally. Scorpius knew that now they were unstoppable. Nothing could tear them apart now.

He listened intently to Albus’ coos and soft moans. His body started to tighten as he heard Al was close to his orgasm. Finally. Finally they had reached this point. Finally he would see what Albus looked like as his body reached completion. It was something Scorp had fantasized about throughout his teenaged years and even after Hogwarts. His dream come true was finally happening and he felt like he was on cloud nine. “Yes,” He muttered out as he dropped his head and placed a gentle kiss upon Albus’ lips, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and between his teeth. He gave another thrust forward and tightened his hand against Al’s hips, holding him steady and down as he rolled his hips forward, pressing the head of his cock against the sweet spot tucked inside Al.

Scorpius’ body gave a hard tremble as his cock throbbed and ached deep within Potter’s walls, which were tightening and swallowing his shaft whole. Merlin, he could live intertwined like this with Albus. Scorpius had never felt his high in his entire life, and he was damn nearly scared that he would never reach this feeling ever again. He reached down and wrapped his hand around the base of Albus’ cock and slowly tugged upward towards the head. He watched as the precum leaked out of his cock and all he thought about was seeing Albus’ orgasm. He wanted to memorize his face and how it scrunched up with pleasure. How his mouth fell open with the softest and sweetest moan. He wanted it all and he wanted it from Albus.

“You’re mine now,” Scorpius said deeply with another rough jutt of his hips. He could feel his cock expanding and throbbing. His orgasm was approaching. His body tightened and he had to force his eyes opened as he thrusted into Albus desperately before holding himself as deep as he could and Scorpius finally let himself go. His body shook and his hand worked faster on Albus’ cock. He dropped down to kiss Potter as hard and desperately as he could. “You belong to me. You’re mine,” He whispered against his lips with a slight growl. “Come on, Potter. Show me that you belong to me.”

[themalf0yheir]

Hard to Say || Scorpius Malfoy & Albus Potter

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He’d imagined this so many times in different scenarios and none of them could even touch what was going on between them now. Scorpius’ lips were slightly swollen and a deeper pink than normal. His eyes more focused than he’d ever remembered seeing them, even when he was attempting different potions. It gave him chills. Albus wrapped his arms around Scorpius’ neck and his legs tighter around the other’s waist. His body clenched as the blonde slid deep inside of him and Al swore the room started to spin.

Albus felt himself letting go completely. For years there’d been a yearning and questions, uncertainties and a mound of other emotions and thoughts that seemed to all fall into place. Their bodies crushed against one another’s and it felt like Scorpius was pushing up into his stomach. Albus shook and clenched tighter onto the blonde in every way he could. Their lips parted and Al drug his teeth over Scorp’s lower lip. “You feel better than I ever imagined.” He whimpered out, arching his back up to get as close as possible to the former Slytherin.

Scorpius’ hips clashed against Albus’ and he whimpered louder each time. His fingers dug into the other’s back and he scratched down the entire length of his back, moans upon moans escaping from out of his lips as quickly as the other ended. Albus focused his eyes on Scorpius. Merlin he was beautiful. The lines coming from his eyes and the subtle ones around his mouth were beautiful. He had seen how the blonde aged and he was even more beautiful then. But the way his lips licked over his lips drew him back out and Albus latched onto the blonde’s shoulders and forced his face down so they could look into one another’s eyes.

Staring at Scorpius made everything in Albus’ world right. Though they’d basically attacked each other to get here, this was more perfect than any daydream or wish he’d ever had for the two of them. “Harder Scorpius.” He breathed out, his lip quivering as the last syllable rolled off his tongue. He swore his cheeks deepened but he didn’t care. He wanted Scorpius to fuck him into next week and he wasn’t afraid to show it. “I need you to fuck me harder.” He pleaded, his lip rolling into an almost pout to show how badly he craved him. He just wanted to feel that fire roar and Scorpius was the only one that could prod it so it really gave way. 

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Harder. His eyes widened at the command and there was a slight trace of a smile on his swollen lips. Whenever he thought of this moment happening, he imagined Albus to be a soft lover because growing up Albus had been soft. He never stuck up for himself when James taunted him. When their fellow classmates made comments about the great Harry Potter, or the fact that Albus was sorted into Slytherin, it was always Scorpius that jumped in and fought for his best friend. It was just how it was. But looking down at the man beneath him, Scorpius didn’t see the fifteen year old boy he fell in love with. He saw the man Albus had become. The type of man that didn’t take anyone’s shit and the man that fought for what he wanted until he got it. Before he had been something Scorpius felt the need to protect, but now? Now they felt more like equals.

The former Snake shook himself from the thought. He had to focus on the here and now. Albus was with him, in his arms now, that was the only thing that mattered to him anymore. And he wanted, no needed, to make Albus feel as good as he did right now. He wanted to bring him to new heights and show him what it was like to be with a Malfoy. Scorpius was going to make sure that Albus never would never forget his night and what it felt like when he finally got Scorpius romantically.

He brought a hand down to Al’s hips and nodded his head in agreement to his statement. “Be careful what you wish for, Potter,” He replied in a husky voice, his pink tongue slipping out to swipe across his swollen bottom lip. His body was on fire, face hot, and blond locks of hair stuck to his forehead in a sweaty mess. It was probably unbecoming of a Malfoy, but Scorpius had thrown out the Malfoy code of honor tonight. With his fingers digging into Al’s skin, Scorp brought his other hand up to the top of the table and pulled himself forward, embedding his cock deep inside of Albus. His mouth fell opened as he groaned out, his hips bucking rapidly because he needed to feel more, he needed to be buried deeper inside of Al. He was never going to get enough of him.

Scorpius felt drunk as his hips drilled into Albus’ and their motions caused the table to thud and rock so hard that he was afraid it might break. There was no way Scorp would be able to explain that to the house elves with a straight face. “How do you like that?” He asked with a grin as he shoved himself against Albus again, the sound of their skin sticking and sliding against the each other’s made his mouth water. “Mmm, does this suit your fucking needs, Potter?”

[themalf0yheir]

Hard to Say || Scorpius Malfoy & Albus Potter

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There were things to be said about sharing your life with a Malfoy. There would be laughs and heartache, words spoken that weren’t meant to be and more times than not words that were left unsaid for far too long. But when Scorpius put his hands on his body it was like he was pouring novels into his brain. Though he’d known of this, the feeling. and feelings, was nothing he could have prepared himself for. He’d given himself completely over to him with their first kiss. And being fully immersed was as if he’d said yes to the entire universe of everything that was Scorpius Malfoy.

When he pulled away it was like being in a black hole, everything went rushing away so quickly it was as if it were never there. The thought terrified and excited him to no end. Every fiber of his being was reaching out for him until he saw that smirk on his face. Scorpius hands touched his body again and Albus nearly went through the roof. He moaned louder as he moved down the table and though Scorpius had him tight against his body the shakes coming from his core were hard to keep at bay.

Albus’ knees hooked over Scorp’s shoulders and he dug his heels into his back. He knew his eyes had gone cross at least a dozen times and his vision grew more fuzzy each time. His tongue and his hand, working him over so deliciously had him reeling. Al’s hips bucked up as Scorpius sent his hand down and then back down with every wiggle of his tongue. Slowly Albus brought his hands down along his body. One met Scorp’s hand as he steadily stroked his shaft and his fingers moved down onto his wrist, clutching it tightly. The other ventured further down and he’d began to tangle his long fingers into the blonde locks he loved so much.

 The heat building up in the room was almost too much. Or perhaps it was the fact that with every flick of the blonde’s wrist or stroke of his tongue made him feel as though he’d ignite into flames and char the very desk he rutted against. "Scorpius" He moaned out, his fingers tightening around his hair and he arched his back up. “I’m going to throw you on the floor and take advantage of you Scorpius Malfoy” His voice was more playful than he wanted. But it was true. His appetite for Scorpius wasn’t going to be quenched like this. He needed every last inch of him. Al tugged his head back, whimpering at the lose of contact and he rolled himself up from the desk, his legs still enveloping the other’s shoulders. 

His fingers had swept down Scorp’s cheek and he tipped his chin up. Seeing that glazed over look in his eye and his mouth slightly open was something Albus could get used to seeing every day. He smiled wide and bent in as best he could to kiss the Snake’s lips. Their noses pressed hard into each other’s cheeks and Al parted his lips to tease his tongue along the other’s lower lip. “Let me make you feel as good as I do.” He whispered against his lips, pulling Scorpius closer and he kissed him harder. Soft moans fell from Al’s mouth as he kissed him, their tongues teasing one another’s. Al could feel his heart thudding harder with every pass they made over each other, his body pressing as close to the blonde as he could possibly manage. Being away from him felt wrong, even an inch. Oddly enough he was more than okay being swallowed up whole by Scorpius Malfoy.

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There was no way in hell Scorpius could regret this moment. If this had happened a few years ago, he doubt he could regret it then either. Everything in his life tied back to Albus Potter. There was no denying it anymore. And it was clear that Albus was drowning in his attention and affection, but Scorpius was drowning the same. It had been beaten into his brain to never love nor to feel any type of emotion on the outside, but gazing down at Albus’ soft features, he knew that his love for him shone through. In that very moment he was too happy and excited to even care that he was neglecting his family’s teachings. Whatever they had, it was a long time coming and finally, just finally he had been able to look past the smoke and make the best decision he ever could make. Albus.

He looked down at the man in front of him, Al’s legs were wrapped around him tightly, holding him in place. His own cock was throbbing as it settled between Albus’ two round cheeks. He wanted to fuck it all and just thrust into his oldest friend, but he had to have control. This wasn’t a one night stand and they both knew it. This was 13 years in the making and he was going to make sure that his former best friend remembered every second of it.

Scorpius brought his hand down to Albus’ hip, sliding his fingers back around to meet his lower back. He traced over his skin were such delicacy. His lips ghosted over Al’s lips as he leaned down to meet his lips for every kiss the former Snake offered him, and he took his time as he kissed from Albus’ lips to his jaw, going even further up to the soft spot under his ear. Scorpius’ couldn’t help but laugh at the other’s statement. Let me make you feel as good as I do. He laughed a deep throaty laugh because he wasn’t sure how it was possible for him to feel better. He already felt like his fingertips were on fire and aching to trace over every inch of Al’s skin. His lips tingled to feel the other man’s pressed against his own again, and his cock throbbed to the point of being uncomfortable because he wasn’t fully buried between Albus’ cheeks. Yes. It was time to let Albus make him feel as good as he did. It was time for him to finally give in and take what had always been his. Albus.

With his forehead pressed to the former Slytherin’s, Scorpius reached down and grabbed a hold of his aching hard on. “I’m going to make you see stars,” He whispered as he pressed his lips to the side of Al’s face and kissed down it. “I’m going to make sure you never forget this moment and that you spend the rest of your life wanting, needing me.” His lips pressed against Potter’s jaw as his free hand lifted Al’s lower half up and his other hand guided his cock down between his cheeks. The head of his cock, slick with precum, nudged against Albus’ puckered hole, and Scorp’s hips instinctively pushed forward against him. Another thrust. And another before his slicked cock slid slowly into Albus’ entrance. And as he did, Scorpius pulled back to look at his face. Beads of sweat trickled down his skin and there was the tint of a blush across his cheeks. Albus’ eyes were wide opened and he was staring back at Scorp as if blinking would make this became a day dream and not a real event.

Scorpius stopped and let Albus’ body adjust to his shaft. It was hard though. His entire body screamed for him to move, to claim what he wanted. But this wasn’t just anybody. This was Albus and the last thing he planned  for was to hurt him. No. Scorpius wanted to love him. He watched Potter’s face until his lips relaxed into a lazy smile and his hand moved down Scorp’s chest, giving him a signal to move. With a small nod, the blond did just that. His hand grabbed tightly at Albus’ back and he pushed his hips forward. Yes. His cock was swallowed by the warm and tight walls of Albus’ arse and it took all of his willpower to not cum right then and there. “Oh fuck,” He moaned out as his hips gave another lurch forward and his cock was finally buried completely in Al’s depth. “You” He pulled out until the head was merely kissing the puckered skin of his hole. “Feel fucking,” His body trembled and he pistoned his hips forward to mark each of his words. “Amazing.”

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Bloodsport || Scorbus

Nothing is perfect but your imperfections are quaint And your love is worth it and for that I will wait And though you hate me, when you have a turn I drive you crazy but you always return If I fall short If I break rank It’s a bloodsport But I understand I am all yours I am a man I’m on all fours Willingly down Loving you is a bloodsport Fighting in a love war Although you love me, sometimes we meet Things can get ugly but we’re still a team We are an army, the brakes are within But that’s why we’re stronger, and that’s how we’ll win If I fall short If I break rank It’s a bloodsport But I understand I am all yours I am a man I’m on all fours Willingly down Loving you is a bloodsport Fighting in a love war It’s not what I’m in love for, I know But I don’t know if you can’t help it Baby, I’m just being self

Loving you is a bloodsport

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Hard to Say || Scorpius Malfoy & Albus Potter

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He’d always rolled his eyes when Scorpius teased him. Always. But there was no eye rolling. No matter how much he wanted to Scorpius was right. There was no reason to rush other than he was anxious. But for what? He had what he wanted. What he truly wanted, the latter was an bonus. An incredible bonus. 

Though his time dwelling on that lovely notion was short lived. He felt Scorpius’ fingers teasing him even more vigorously and he swore in that moment he’d never felt more alive. Al moved his hands up the other’s chest and he began to thrust back onto his finger. Scorp’s words filled his head like a siren’s song. It lulled him deeper into a state of completion he’d never felt before. His fingers lightly stroked along the muscles of his shoulders and gripped at them as tightly as he could. 

Albus’ body began to shake and he felt every muscle tighten and release and tighten once more. With every buck of his hips and thrust of Scorpius’ hands he felt himself lose a little more. He thought he might completely let go then and there. But they’d both been waiting far too long to leave it end so abruptly. Albus moved one hand up through the blond locks and gave a hard tug until they were eye to eye. Those pale hues staring back into his centered him again and a smirk spread over Al’s lips. “You’re beautiful even when you’re being a complete twat.” He teased, pressing his lips to the other’s chin, lightly nipping at it.

The rocking of his hips had started to become more rapid. Al could feel his heart pounding through his rib cage as his lips started to kiss down the length of the blond’s neck. This was more than he’d ever anticipated. Every little touch or movement sent chills through his body and left him starved for more. Slowly the dark haired male brought his fingertips along the length of Scorpius’ spine. His forehead pressed to the other’s shoulder and he shook as he clenched his walls tightly around his other’s finger. Soft moans fell from his lips and his hands slid over the sweet round cheeks, his fingers digging into the flesh and he rolled his hips down again. Their heads slid against one another and the contact had Al quivering and moaning louder than he had been. “Scorpius.” He moaned and wrapped his legs tighter around his sides. “Can’t you feel me yearning for you?” He whispered into his neck, kissing it lightly before he laid back against the desk again.

Albus brought his hands back up over the other’s shoulders and onto his cheeks. His thumbs lightly stroked over the soft skin and he smiled wide. Their bodies bucked over one another’s as if they were trying to spark an actual fire between them. His friction was delicious and addicting. “We’ve all the time in the world.” He whispered, pulling Scorp’s face to his own and let out a long breath over his lips, moaning lightly behind. His body was craving the blond like he’d imagined it would. He needed so much more. He needed Scorpius. His legs squeezed again and he fought the whimper back at the contact between them. “But I just want to feel you right now. All of you.” Al leaned up and kissed the soft pout on Scorp’s lips. He could feel his excitement. His hips started to roll up again, edging the other’s cock lower on his body again. The trail of precum dried against his skin and his body lurched upward again, grinding himself closer to him. “God Scorpius.” He moaned and tightened his grip on him. He quivered and bucked against his lover more, craving him more than ever. 

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Before Draco’s untimely death there were quite a few things Scorpius enjoyed. He liked studying, reading, weekends at Hogsmeade, and Albus. At one point in his life, Albus was everything to him. They were so young and attached. They didn’t leave the dorms without each other, they ate together, took classes together, and they even went to bed at the same time. They were best friends and Scorpius loved the five years they had. After Draco’s death, Scorpius lost enjoyment in nearly everything. He pushed Albus right out of his life. He stopped attending weekends at Hogsmeade, stopped eating meals in the Great Hall, and the only thing the Slytherin enjoyed was Potions. Because mixing potions brought him closer to Draco.

It may have been odd that at a time like this, with Al naked and quivering beneath him that he was thinking of his father, but opening this door for Albus to come back into his life meant that he was finally letting Draco go. Scorpius was opening his life back to the pleasures he forbidden for himself...and he couldn’t be happier that he finally was able to. Looking down at Albus, Scorpius could see his future, their future together. Everything they ever wanted was there in reach.

As he gazed down at Albus, his eyes scanning over the hair fallen across his forehead, his bottom lip quiver, the heaving of his chest, and even down to his hips that pushed up with need for Scorpius’ cock, the Snake’s lips twisted up into a smile. Can’t you feel me yearning for you? Yes. Scorpius did feel it and he wanted Albus just as badly. He nodded to show that he was paying attention, his finger pressing in deeper into Al’s hole before he pulled it out and climbed off of the desk. It took a great amount of willpower to do so. Losing Albus’ body heat made the former Snake whimper out, and he saw the questioning look that quickly came over his lover’s face. Al’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and frown lines appeared as he tried to determine why Scorpius pulled away from him.

“Don’t worry,” Scorpius murmured with a grin as he stepped back to the side of the table and slid his hands under Albus’ legs, moving his fingertips up to the backs of his thighs. “I’m not even close to being done with you.” He grabbed at the backs of Al’s thighs and pulled him down to the edge of the desk, his legs hanging off of the sides. “Not even close,” He whispered as he bent down, kissing along the inside of Potter’s thighs, pulling his lips apart as he nudged his balls with the tip of his nose. His lips moved slowly and lightly back until the tip of his tongue slipped between the crack of his two arsecheeks and he circled the tip of his tongue along the puckered skin of his hole. His fingers tightened around Al’s thighs as he pulled him closer to his face, hooking his legs over his shoulders as he moved in closer, lapping at his hole before pushing the tip of his tongue between the tight ring of muscle.

Scorpius moaned out around Albus' hole and pushed his tongue in deeper, swiping at his walls as they tightened around his tongue. "Mmm," He moaned out again, his hand moving from the back of Al's thigh to across his hips before he wrapped his finger around his throbbing shaft and stroking it in timing with the thrusts of his tongue. For once, Scorpius heart felt full and he was going to shove Albus just how much he truly loved him.

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Hard to Say || Scorpius Malfoy & Albus Potter

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Everything was finally happening. This was finally going to happen. They were going to be together and Albus couldn’t even smile. No he was far too busy trying to examine every bit of Scorpius. He’d seen him near naked before but never anything like this. It excited him to no end. He was almost afraid that if he looked away that this would all just disappear. But then Scorpius’ hand touched lower than he’d ever thought he could get him to and Albus was reminded why the blonde had driven him crazy for so many years. 

Albus’ hands clung to his Snake’s back as if it was the very last thing he’d do. Soft moans escaped past his lips and his hips bucked wildly up towards Scorp’s grasp. He spoke and had Albus completely on edge. The soft kisses to his neck were only causing him to push towards that edge he wanted to fall into. He wanted Scorpius to completely consume him and never let go again. Albus fought of his lustful thoughts and mustered enough strength to move Scorp’s face away from his neck and back up to his face.

Looking into his pale hues had Al’s cheeks on fire, not to mention the steady strokes being carefully delivered to his cock. He gasped and his back arched off the wood and he pressed himself completely against Scorpius. “I want you.” He whispered softly after a moment. He was quivering and his hands were grasping at any part of the blonde he could. Al settled on his shoulder blades, his fingers lightly tracing over the defined muscles. “I want you to take me and mark me as your own.”

He was absolutely terrified that he sounded stupid but Scorpius didn’t pull away and Al clutched onto him tighter. He bent up and crushed his lips to the other’s again and again. His lips parted and his tongue traced over the pout of his lower lip. Al brought one hand back along the length of Scorp’s back, tucking between them and he took hold of his cock again. A gasp escaped into their kiss as he started to stroke his hand over his erection. Merlin it felt so good. It’d feel even better once he was inside of him. He knew it had to.

Having Scorpius like this was more than a dream come true. It was everything to Albus. Everything they’d went through was finally coming together and the brunette was growing a little more restless by the second. “Sc-corp.” He moaned, sliding his legs up further on the other’s body, his ass rolling up and Al started to guide the other’s cock backward. “I need you now.” He panted, rolling his hips higher until he’d managed to feel that delicious hard on nuzzle between his cheeks. Al bit his lower lip and started to drag his cheeks along it, bucking between Scorpius’ hand and cock. “Please? I’m dying to have you. I need you.” 

He didn’t care how desperate it sounded. It was the God honest truth. Albus’ lips found Scorpius’ again and he kissed him with everything he had. His fingers slide over the soft skin of his head, pushing himself up on the desk until he could feel it nuzzled between his cheeks. He shivered and clenched onto his lover’s cock tightly. “I’m yours now show me I am.” He teased, flicking his tongue against his lover’s and smiled, keeping his body as close to Scorpius as physically possible.

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Hearing Albus’ pleads and begging for his cock was almost enough. Almost. But the truth was that Scorpius had waited for this very moment a long time. He had denied himself and Albus this pleasure for years. He could have had Albus like this when they were sixteen but he had held out until they were both adults. Eight years he had denied this, he buried deep where he couldn’t feel his feelings for Albus. So despite his lover’s pleads, Scorpius was going to take his damn time memorizing every inch of Albus Potter he could.

As Potter nudged Scorpius’ cock towards his entrance, the former Slytherin yanked his hips back, his cock slipping out from Al’s grasp. “No,” He whispered sternly, his lips falling to the corner of Albus’ mouth where he kissed the skin gently. “Not yet,” He added in a softer tone. The last thing he wanted was for Albus to think he was rejecting him. “You’re fooling yourself if you think it’ll be that easy.” His tongue poked out from between his lips and he traced a very small line across Albus’ jaw with the tip of it while his hand restarted the stroking motions to his cock. “I’m going to take my time until you’re thrashing around begging for my cock and even then I might decide not to give it to you yet.” His free hand traced down the length of Albus’ side down to his hips and eventually came to rest upon his thigh where it stayed for the time being. “We’ve both spent years waiting for this and I plan on taking my time with you.”

After tracing his fingertips to Albus’ thigh, Scorpius moved his hand up to the base of his cock, tracing over the width of it but purposely avoiding his shaft and moving his fingers further south, tracing along the bottom of his thigh and over the crack of Albus’ arse. His fingers were light and slow, memorizing every wrinkle of his skin before he circled his fingertips around the ring of his puckered hole. His body shuddered from the contact and cock twitched, but he had to be patient. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about this,” Scorpius murmured against Albus’ cheek before kissing down the length of his jaw to his chin. He leaned up, brushing the tip of his nose against Al’s and he kissed his lips gently, his fingertip prodding against his hole before the digit spilled past his walls. “You feel so, so good, Potter.”

A slight growl rumbled from his throat as he tugged harder on Albus’ cock, his finger pushing in past his depths, bending it and tickling his walls. “I never took you for a beggar, Potter, but I do like what I hear.” He pushed his finger in deeper, matching it with the motions of his other hand on Al’s cock. “But I think you could definitely do better.” Scorpius bent down, his lips ghosting over the former Slytherin’s and he breathed out lightly against his mouth. “Don’t you think? I mean you have wanted me for years. Just as many as I’ve wanted you. Now show me how badly you want my cock.”

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Hard to Say || Scorpius Malfoy & Albus Potter

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albevpotter:

  He should have known Scorpius wasn’t going to pull away but still a small glimmer of doubt hung over him until Scorpius started to kiss him back. Al’s arms wound around Scorp’s shoulder and pressed in as close as he could humanly get at that point. His heart was pounding so hard that he was sure Malfoy could feel it but he didn’t care. Nothing else mattered except that they were touching and it was really him. It was really Scorpius touching him and letting his tongue wander around with Al’s.

A whimper almost eluded him when Scorpius had spoken. Don’t ever leave me. How long had he waited for him to say that? To actually mean it? It seemed like lifetimes but the point being was that he’d said it. Albus was on top of the world and he smiled when Scorpius took control of them. “Never. I’ll never leave.” He managed to utter before being forced backward. He hadn’t minded though. He didn’t picture Scorpius to be an easy lover, there was nothing to tell him otherwise. Al kept his hands on Scorpius until he’d laid him back. 

This was it. Everything he’d felt and known for years was about to culminate and all he could see was that stupid look on Scorp’s face. He smiled as he let his head rest back against the pile of papers and the surface of the desk. Al had managed to squirm his legs out one by one and wrap them around Scorpius. He needed him as close as he could possibly have him right then. “It was never about winning.” He spoke softly, his hands coming up to undo the rest of the buttons of his shirt and he pushed the fabric back to find the smooth, supple skin he’d remembered he’d had. Nothing like what his future self had but it just as beautiful. 

His hand came up to the back of Scorpius’ neck and he pulled him down until their faces were a barely brushing against one another’s. Al’s hands drifted down to unbutton his lover’s pants and he swore he was moaning just from the fabric coming undone. His left hand slowly edged the zipper down and his right tucked inside to tease his fingers along the waistband of his underwear. “I just wanted you Scorpius.” He whispered, crushing his lips against the blond’s and kissed him harder than he ever thought he could.

Their tongues slid over each other’s deliciously slow. Al’s back arched up from the desk and he thrust his hips downward. His cock throbbing and straining against the seam of his pants. It’d been so long since he’d felt like this. The last time he could remember was when Scorpius had held him during that lightning storm. But this was different. This was pure passion and he didn’t know there was a difference until now. 

The male’s fingers tucked into his underwear and they lightly nudged against his length. It felt strong and thick, throbbing against his fingers harder the more he touched him. Al’s lips tore back from Scorpius and he was panting as if Scorpius’ lips were the very oxygen he needed to survive. “Take them off me.” He whispered sharply, bucking his hips until he’d smashed his hand and Scorpius’ hard on into his stomach. He was too restricted. He needed to feel his skin. If anything would give Albus pure satisfaction it was his skin and Scorp’s skin touching. It was something so simple but he had to make sure Scorpius was feeling what he was.

Quickly Al’s hand slid up between the both of them and he tried to unbutton himself in fury. In his hurry he’d managed to completely popp the two bottom buttons off of his shirt. He groaned again, cursing himself in his head for being so eager. “Please Scorpius I need to feel you against me.” He whined again, his face pressed into the other’s chest, kissing and nibbling softly on the definition of his collar bone. “I need you.”

Scorpius had never known pleasure quite like this before. There had been others before Albus, of course, mindless courtships that amounted to nothing, but he had saved everything for this very moment. This had all been reserved for Albus because even if it had never happened, Al was worth it. Scorpius had  known for a very long time that Al would be the only person capable of having him like this. And then Draco’s death happened and all was lost, until now where they finally were able to reconnect and get the chance to have the very thing they lost all those years ago.

His eyes scanned over Albus’ face down to the heaving of his chest as he panted from excitement. He was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen before and for the first time, in a long time, Scorpius thought about seeing this side of his Albus for the rest of his life. He wanted to. After opening himself up like this, he became aware that he wanted to be with Albus every day for the rest of his life. He wanted to love and he wanted to be loved. It was the missing link in his life. It was long due for him to overcome his fears and to realize that Albus was it for him. That Albus Potter was his soulmate.

Scorpius angled his hips up as Al’s hand slid the zipper of his pants down and his fingers gently nudged at his shaft. His lips parted in a soft moan as his hips dipped forward against the other’s hand. It felt just like he had always fantasized, mind blowing. No one would elicit this kind of reaction from Scorp except Albus. Take them off of me. Please, I need you. Those words made his skin bubble and his eyes roll back. How many times had he touched himself while playing this moment in his head? But this wasn’t in his mind, he had to slide his hand down Al’s chest just to remind himself that he was there. It wasn’t an illusion. It was Albus’ hips pressed against his and his hands all over Scorpius’ body, and then there were his lips, pressed to his collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

He pulled back, his eyes scanning down Al’s body, full of hunger and need. He couldn’t deny him not when Scorpius needed the same kind of release. He moved his hand down to Albus’ hips, tracing lightly over the skin present before dipping the tips of his fingers under the waistline of his pants. “Maybe if you say please, Potter,” He whispered out, his lips ghosting over the other’s temple where he placed a soft kiss. But patience wasn’t one of Scorp’s virtues and he slowly popped open the button of Al’s pants and tugged them and his boxers down roughly. He couldn’t help but moan out, his tongue sliding out to swipe across his tongue as he looked down at what Al looked like beneath his trousers. Definitely no disappointment there.

Tucking his face into the nape of Albus’ neck, Scorpius kissed and licked his way over every inch he could possibly reach. No part of Albus would go untouched by him, he would make sure of that. And as his mouth worked along his hot skin, his fingers tickled across his hipbones and further down to the base of his erection. At first, he touched it lightly, running his fingers along the base before grazing his thumb over the leaking head. Albus was thick in his hand, thick and pulsing with want and need for him. Scorpius wrapped his hand around Al’s length and pressed the cock up against his stomach, his hips lurching forward as he stroked the other slowly. The way Al’s lips fell apart when he moaned was breath taking to him. He could watch him quiver and tremble like this for years and never be bored. “Tell me,” He said as he pressed a soft kiss to the front of Al’s throat, swiping his tongue across his adam’s apple, “tell me what you want, Albus, and I will give it to you." 

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Hard to Say || Scorpius Malfoy & Albus Potter

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He had to admit going through this, even knowing the end result, still hurt. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt his heart wrench like that. It’d happened every time he looked into the stands for him to show up. When he walked past a potion bottle of any sort. When he saw a wisp blonde hair on a tall, lean man. Scorpius was everywhere and nowhere at the same time for so long it was hard to focus on him being here now. He cared more than he should have, for good reason, though Scorpius had always told him he cared too much. He was right but as much as he cared, he was just as stubborn. 

As he stood there for a few moments his head and shoulders pressing into the cool stone. He imagined by now Scorpius had opened the box and was staring at it’s contents. At least he had hoped he was. Albus wanted Scorpius to remember that it was real. That Albus was there. They’d been friends for so long that he didn’t know any other way to be. He’d been stumbling for too long. Al turned and looked at the painting again, slowly prying the edge back. It felt like a million degrees was wafting from Scorpius’ room. It nearly choked him, or rather the thought of what was about to happen was, he almost didn’t go back in but he couldn’t be a coward. Now it was time for his Lion streak, as Scorpius always called it, to flair.

Albus stepped back inside, unsure of how he’d find Scorpius. With his wand in hand and standing over pile of what was in there was the last thing he expected though. His stomach doubled over on itself and he caught himself on the edge of the nearest surface. He was about to torch it. All of it. His eyes drifted from the back of Scorp’s head to the pile. There were bits of paper and something he recognized as his without a doubt. “Scorpius!” He shouted louder than he’d initially intended to. Al’s eyes were wild, he knew they were and that he probably had the demeanor of a mental patient standing there as he was. “Don’t!”

His hand was off the table and grasping onto the blonde’s wrist in a matter of seconds. “Don’t throw me away.” He uttered and fixed his focus on his sharp features, particularly the green hues where he found himself being pulled. “You’re so stupid. Don’t you see? Don’t you see that even if you cast me off I won’t ever go? I’ve never left. I can’t. I’ve tried Scorpius but you are so ingrained into my soul that I can’t.” Al’s eyes were brimming with tears at this point. He didn’t care. No matter what he couldn’t let him do this. Not even if it meant taking a proper arse kicking for it. 

"I don’t care what you think now because there was a time when it was possible. We were so close to it then I could almost taste it. I’ve never had anyone like you and you know it. You’ve made me so much better. I was able to play when I left here because even if you weren’t there I knew you were out there thinking of me too. And if you tell me you weren’t I swear on everything I will slap you silly on spot." His fingers loosened on his wrist and Albus drug the pads of his fingers lightly along his forearm. "Please Scorpius? Please? Don’t do this to us." 

As he spoke the last few words it had completely eluded him that his body was sinking in closer to Malfoy with every word. It wasn’t until he took in a deep breath that he’d realized the closeness. It was no or never. If Albus couldn’t convince Scorpius that following what he really wanted was the way to go about it then there’d be no certainty anymore. Things could become far worse and the very last thing he wanted for Scorpius was more pain. 

In one swift motion Al had secured Scorpius against him and closed his eyes tight. His neck craned and tilted as he bent in and captured Scorpius’ lips against his own. This wasn’t the first time they’d had their lips on each others but this was the first time they’d kissed. It felt like all the oxygen had been sucked from his lungs as he clung to Scorpius’ shirt. He wouldn’t let him push him back or pull away. Albus had never felt better or worse than he did in that moment. He wasn’t completely sure, even with the vision, that this would lead to that. But he had to hope. He was in love with Scorpius Malfoy. In love and throwing caution to the wind for the first time in what seemed like his entire life.

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He didn’t heard Albus come back into the room. Scorpius was too involved in burning the only evidence of their potential relationship. You’re weak, Scorpius. He could hear his grandfather’s voice in his head. He didn’t know his grandfather but he knew of the Malfoy values he had placed upon his family. Malfoy’s didn’t marry for love or happiness. It was a business transaction. Always. The only way Scorp got out of marrying a pureblood witch wasn’t because he was gay and deeply in love with his best mate, but because he threw himself into his work and potions career. It seemed to half satisfy his mother for now. But he had always fooled himself when it came to him and Al. They would never work. They could never be happy and even though he understood that, Scorpius found himself holding onto the dream until now.

You deserve to be alone.

Albus was in front of him and had Scorpius not been in the middle of a heartbreak, he would have laughed at his expression. He looked like a drunk madman that deserved a life sentence in St. Mungo’s, but beneath that layer, Scorpius saw what he had always seen in Albus. He was pure and delicate. Here he was standing in front of Scorpius begging for him to put his wand down. He was pleading with him to give them a chance to blossom this relationship and love each other. Don’t throw me away. How could he not? Saving Albus was the goal. Being with him would only hurt him more in the end. Malfoys were always on the wrong side. It was in their nature to destroy what they love. How could he put Albus through that? He deserved better. But the warmth of Albus’ fingers gripping his wrist brought him back to life. He felt like he did before Draco’s untimely death. He, in that second, felt whole.

Don’t do this to us.

He was breaking. Breaking apart in Albus’ arms and Al was breaking down in his. And maybe this was how it was always meant to be. It was the two of them from the start and even though they took a hiatus from each other, Albus was right, he had always been there just a distance away waiting for Scorpius to grow up, to grow a heart instead of stone inside of his chest. But it was clear to Scorpius now that Albus was done waiting for him, he still wanted him, but this was the final straw. If Scorp didn’t open up and offer himself he was sure that this would be the last chance for them. So when Albus pressed into him and his head tilted back, Scorpius didn’t pull back as their lips came into contact.

They had only kissed one time if you could even call it that. Back in their fifth year when Scorpius swiped a bottle of Firewhiskey and taught Al how to take a proper shot. It ended with Albus’ lips on his and Scorp pouring the shot from his mouth to his best mate’s. He remembered the blush on Albus’ cheeks as he pulled away and he wondered if the same blush was on his face now. His kiss at first was slow and soft, barely there as he tried to calculate what Scorp’s reaction would be. But the more he stayed pressed against Potter, the harder he kissed him back. It wasn’t long before their lips opened against each other’s and their tongues tentatively met for the first time ever. Scorpius’ world was spinning but Albus was the only thing that stood still. So he wrapped his hands around Al’s arms and pulled him closer.

“Don’t leave me,” He mumbled against Potter’s lips, his teeth nipping at his lower one as his hands slid down to grip his hips hard. Their kiss turned from sweet and innocent to a deep longing for each other. Their teeth snapped and tongues traced as if they were trying to memorize each other in a short amount of time. “Don’t ever leave me, Potter,” Scorpius growled as he turned Albus around and pushed him up against the side of his desk. His hands slid up the other’s chest and bundled his fingers against the fabric of his robes. Too thick. He wanted, no needed to be closer to Albus. Too long they had waited for this and now Scorpius and Al had opened pandora’s box. All he could think about was Albus and having him.

Scorpius pushed Albus back against the desk, one of his hands moving down to the back of his thigh and he pulled him up onto the desk. “You’re mine now.” He was hardly concerned as his essays went flying and other desk ornaments crashed to the ground. He could only see Albus. Before he could agree, Scorpius climbed up on top of the desk, hovering over Albus as his thighs straddled Al’s and his hand slid up his shirt as he popped a few buttons opened. “You win, Potter. Now what are you going to do about that?”

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I Come Alive || Scorbus Headcanon

“Run for cover!!!” Scorpius didn’t think twice. He bolted from the room and ran down the hallway as quickly as possible. He could hear Albus following him, their footsteps matching as they ran back to his room. Turning his head, Scorp saw Albus and the ridiculous smile he wore on his face. It was short lived though as James came barreling out of his room with a furious expression. Apparently he didn’t appreciate the bat bogey hex they placed on him while he was writing a letter to his wannabe girlfriend.  Scorpius watched as James easily caught up to Albus and he leaped, tackling his best friend to the ground within seconds.

“Scorpius!” He stopped running and turned to see Albus’ hand out stretched towards him. His fingers curled as he beckoned him closer. “Save me, Scorp! He’s going to crush me with his fat arse!” The Malfoy heir brought a hand up to cover his mouth as he giggled. Albus’ face was turning red and he looked pain to be laying underneath James. “Oooooh, uuuughhh, nuuuughh. I can’t breath..Help. Someone! Anyone!” It didn’t take long for Scorpius to start laughing hysterically at the sight. James was pummeling Albus, smacking any part of him that he could find. While Albus tried to squirm away just to breath in some air.

“Petrificus Totalus!!” Scorpius mumbled as he aimed his wand directly at James Potter. The eldest Potter looked in surprise before the spell hit him right on his thick head and he completely froze. He froze right on top of Albus. “Way to go, Scorp. Now I’m still stuck AND he weighs fifty pounds more!” The Slytherin shook his head as he came forward and offered Albus his help. Their palms slid together and fingers laced as Scorp pulled him out from under James and the two continued to make their way back to Al’s room before anyone caught them.

The two made their way back to Albus’ room and Scorpius plopped down on the conjured bed for him. His hands rested behind his head and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Albus mimic his stance on his own bed. “Your brother is a prat,” Scorpius mumbled with a grin. “When I get home I’m going to thank my parents profusely for not having another child after me.” He shrugged after the claim, his fingers playing with the frayed end of the blanket.

Albus looked over and gave a similar shrug. “It’s not so bad, I guess. Sometimes he’s cool but we’re not that close. He goes off and does his own thing a lot of the time. He doesn’t pay much attention to me, but I think...I think it’s because I was sorted into Slytherin.” Scorpius’ body froze at the notion. How could James blame Al for something he couldn’t control? “It’s like because I’m in Slytherin he doesn’t trust me. It has a lot to do with the old war, I guess. My dad doesn’t really talk about it that much with Lily and I, but I know James knows more about it than I do. I think he blames me.”

It was heartbreaking to see Albus like this. It was confusing too. Albus was one of the nicest Slytherin he had known, if anything, Scorpius was surprised he was even in that house. “If that’s the case then he’s an arse. And a prat. And you don’t need James’ approval of whom you are. I think you’re wonderful, Albus. He’ll come around and if he doesn’t so what?”

“He blames you, you know?” This was semi news to Scorp. He had always known that he was a sore spot for James but blame him? Was Malfoy the reason for James and Al not getting along? “I don’t think he means to but he does. He doesn’t understand how I can be friends with you after everything. I guess when our dads were in school they were mortal enemies. Mr. Malfoy was always trying to prank or bully our father and James has carried that with him.”

Scorpius was scared. He had known that his father and Mr. Potter hadn’t been friends and his father made his life at Hogwarts as hard as possible. He didn’t know that Albus knew about it. He was afraid that if he did then he would stop being Scorpius’ friend. “It wasn’t all just my father and I don’t think it is fair to judge me based on what my father did in the past. He’s changed. And none of it would have happened if your father hadn’t refused mine’s offer of friendship.”

“Scorpius,” Albus’ voice was soft and Scorp figured he had to heard the hurt in his voice. He turned and looked at Al, his eyes scanning over his face. Albus’ hand reached out across the space between the beds and he wiggled his fingers. Scorpius slid his fingertips across Al’s palm before their hands clasped together and he felt a shock of heat overcome his body. “We’re not our fathers. And for the record, I will always choose you.”

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Hard to Say || Scorpius Malfoy & Albus Potter

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He knew he wouldn’t be able to get Scorpius to open it. Not without a fight anyway. He’d say he was content with just knowing that his time wasn’t just a thoughtful dream but he had to know for sure. Judging by how annoyed and disheveled the Snake was, it would prove interesting. All Albus had to do was get him to touch it in any capacity. Luckily for him his decision became all that easier as he thought of how much the box meant to him. Albus at least had that on his side. Honestly it felt amazing to have the upper hand on him for once, even if Scorpius tried to play it off like it was nothing. 

His fingers lightly stroked over the grain of the box and watched while Scorpius retreated back to his desk. All he wanted to do was laugh at him. He was acting like a child that had had his favorite toy taken away from him. But he didn’t, all he did was smile even wider. “Scorpius just open the blasted thing.” He fake whined. His eyes turned down from the blonde to the box. Though he’d seen the later version of what was in the box, it left him to wonder what he’d initially put in it. Now he really wanted it open. But how could he convince him? Or maybe there wasn’t any convincing needed at all.

He’d have to remember to thank his brother for all the teasing he’d put him through when they were younger for this later. Al started to slowly move towards Scorpius. “If it’s only meant for Malfoy eyes then I’ll never be able to get in it.” He spoke under his breath, trying to give Scorpius the notion that he’d won. That Albus was defeated and drunk and on the very verge of giving up. “Perhaps you have nosy suitors but they wouldn’t have cared for a plain black box.” He bit back the smile threatening to cover his face and give him away completely. He’d known that was a lie but he needed Scorpius to think that it’d hurt him.

Albus sighed loudly, turning the box in his hands again. He shook his head and held it tight against his chest. He needed to get out of there. Future Scorpius had said that he’d left in a huff so here was his chance. “You know what.” He started off, peering up at Scorpius again. He’d forgotten how sharp his cheekbones were and how when he held a quill Albus became extremely envious of it. “Fine.” He clutched the box tighter and what to do came to him in a swift thought. “You want to keep your secrets? Keep lying to yourself? Then fine. But don’t forget that I tried to get this out of you. That I tried to get you to be honest with yourself for once and that you refused to for no reason.”

He shifted the box in one hand and chucked it right for Scorpius. He knew he wouldn’t let it fall. Even if he had he was sure the box would bust into a million pieces. Scorpius had gone to such lengths to keep it safe this far, it’d be just fine should it hit the floor. “Keep your fucking secrets because I’m out of ideas on how to drag you back out of that hole you dug so deep.” His voice was getting steadily louder. Al quickly cut across the room and swung the portrait open with a bang, disappearing just into the hall for a moment. All he had to do was wait a few moments before bursting back in on him. Hopefully the box would be open by the time he returned back in.

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Life was made of choices. Every single moment of every single day was filled with making choices. It was a known fact to himself and those around him, that Scorpius Malfoy generally leaned towards making bad decisions. But they had always let him make those decisions without stopping him. Until now. Albus was trying so hard to break Scorpius open like a clam and accept the tiny pearl inside of him. But he was scared of Albus and what they could do together. He was terrified of the possibility of them being happy because his entire life has been ruined by the loss of his father. But Albus hadn’t given up on him not since Draco died. He had always been there and he was still here begging Scorpius to change. But at the end of the day, Scorpius couldn’t do it.

The box flew from Al’s hand and Scorpius nearly dove to catch it. He cradled the box close to his chest much like Albus had when he discovered it. The latch unhooked but it was so quiet only the person holding it could hear. But his fingers kept the lid closed until Albus had stumped out of the room. It was over. It was done. Albus was finally giving up on him and Scorpius could move on from everything involving him. Keep your fucking secrets because I’m out of ideas on how to drag you back out of that hole you dug so deep. That was the last thing Albus would say to him. Ever. It was heartbreaking and relieving all in the same stroke. He wouldn’t have to live in constant fear of Albus dying but he would have to live with him moving on and finding love in someone else. Someone that wasn’t Scorpius.

He heard his door slam and the former Slytherin counted to ten before opening his box and dumping the contents of it out onto the floor. One more time, Scorp. He reminded himself. One more time down memory lane and then he would set fire to all of this shit from the past. Scorpius had to let it go. He had done everything to push Al away and that was what had happened. It was time to face the consequences of his past actions.

The first thing to fall out was the torn tickets from every Quidditch game that Scorpius attended. Of course he had always stayed in the back of the bleachers, out of view, and he always left before the end of the game just incase Albus was to look out and find him sitting there. His lips turned up into a smile as his fingers grazed over the paper stubs. He remembered gasping and cringing each and every time Albus was almost knocked off of his broom, but he won every game. And even though his former best friend had no idea he had attended every game no matter how far away they were, it meant something to Scorpius to support him that way...in the dark. There was also a bonus of cursing Albus’ fans under his breath when they were too busy drooling over him out on the field.

After the tickets were letters, countless letters addressed to him from Albus. Scorpius had saved every one from their childhood up to after Draco’s passing. Even though they weren’t on speaking terms after the funeral, Albus had consistently sent him letters during summer vacation though the correspondence was never returned it didn’t seem to stop Al from writing to him. Scorpius would never admit it but in those lonely years of studying potions, he looked forward to each letter even though he couldn’t bring himself to be close to Albus anymore, he could still have pieces of him there.

My dad says I should give you some space but I can’t. I want to help you through this. Please don’t shut me out….Our last year of school and we’re not speaking. This feels wrong….we graduated just not together. Remember how we said after Hogwarts we would travel the world together? It hurts that I’m traveling alone…. I got five offers for Quidditch. I wish you were here to help me pick. which one. You always knew what I wanted before I did….My first day is this weekend enclosed are some tickets. Please come...I knew you wouldn’t show up. I just wish it didn’t break my heart. I miss you please….This is the last letter I’m going to send to you, Scorp. I mean it…..I’m going back to Hogwarts to teach. You should stop by sometime and we can have lunch. I heard you opened up a potions shop nearby….

He spread out each letter and a smile touched his face as he scanned over them. Beneath the letters were each and every picture the two had taken together. Of them their first year up to their sixth before the Draco incident. Pictures of them laughing and pulling pranks on James, which hadn’t ended well for either of them. There were pictures of them in the slytherin dorms, of Al teaching Scorp how to play Quidditch, and then pictures of Scorpius teaching Al potions. He threw his head back with a laugh as he recalled it blowing up in Albus’ face. After that Scorpius tended to the potions. The Scorpius and Albus in the pictures looked happy. Of course they were happy, during those times they were kids. Carefree and wild. They were so different now.

With letters and pictures spewed out across his floor, Scorpius moved onto the last items in the box. A shirt and a tie. Both had belonged to Albus and Scorpius had always fought a battle within himself to keep the items. He felt stupid for keeping the shirt that Albus lent him years ago at a sleepover, but not enough to bring himself to throw it out. There was something about the way the material of the shirt wrapped around him. It was comforting and snug, and the bonus was that it smelled like Albus did. He would never admit it, but after Draco died, Scorpius lived in the shirt. It made him feel like Potter was there with him through it all and even though he could have been, this was Scorp’s way of dealing with it. This way he didn’t have to show any weakness to anyone but himself.

His fingers held up the Slytherin tie and he traced over the material as his eyes swelled up with tears. All of this stuff that reminded him of the best years of his life would be gone in a matter of minutes. It wasn’t like a Malfoy to hold onto such things. It was foolish and it ended tonight. With a soft sigh, Scorpius grabbed Albus’ old school tie and moved away from the mess of mementos on the floor to gather his wand from his desk. 5…4…..3….He raised his wand and gave one last glance over all of the stuff that reminded him of Albus. The fire spell on the tip of his tongue. 2….1…..

[themalf0yheir]

Hard to Say || Scorpius Malfoy & Albus Potter

[albevpotter]

The words left his mouth so quickly that their meaning hadn’t set in until Scorpius whipped around again. His chest was heaving harder now. He could see Scorpius didn’t want him near him and it was his fault for letting his anger and the whiskey take over. He couldn’t leave yet. Not until he found that bloody box. Instead of walking towards the door like he knew the former Snake wanted him to, he took two wobbly steps backwards and shook his head. “N-no.” He stammered out, feeling more fear in that moment than he had the entire time they were apart. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that …” He took in another deep breath.

"No." He whimpered out and found himself backed up against the bed of the bed. "Don’t tell me you don’t because you obviously have it in you to forget it all so quickly." He wasn’t even really sure what to say to him anymore. He knew he couldn’t leave but seeing his face like that made him wonder if this was all even worth the end game. But he knew everything hinged on it, on them being together. What was going to happen need to. "Sc-cor-orpius." He stammered out and hunched over to hide his face. His stomach hurt, his everything hurt and not the way he wished it would. 

"I can’t leave you alone. I can’t do it anymore." His gaze kept to the floor and his hands sliding over his thighs and gripped at his knees. "I did it for four years. I did it against all of my will but I can’t anymore. If you don’t want to tell me then fine but it wasn’t nothing. It was never just nothing. Do you think I give a shit about our parents? About our last names? About what should be and what shouldn’t." The tears were flowing freely now and he could have cared less. He looked up at Scorpius, trying to regain the smallest bit of his composure with no avail. "I have loved you since we were young. I have always wanted you to be with me. In any capacity."

As he spoke those last few words he’d realized that Scorpius wasn’t paying attention but his gaze was fixed where Albus was sitting. But he wasn’t looking so much as Albus as he was under him. It dawned on him that perhaps Scorp hadn’t really changed his habits of hiding things. He wouldn’t dwell and take the chance of Scorpius stopping him.

Albus came off the bed and quickly dove underneath, finding nothing but blankets. Or so he thought. He’d tossed them aside in frustration only to have his hand smack against something hard. His eyes squinted up and he grabbed a hold of it, dragging it back out. He didn’t take the chance of allowing Scorpius to take it from him. His arms wound around it and he clutched it tight against his chest. Part of him was relieved. That wasn’t just a dream. It really was what was going to happen. But in that same stroke he also knew the heartache that was to come with it. But for the moment there was nothing but joy that filled him. 

"What’s in this?" He asked coyly, as if he didn’t already know but he couldn’t let Scorpius know. "Why are you hiding this? Is it from your father’s vault?" Al’s eyes drifted up to the blonde, completely unaware of how to take the expression on his face. Had he done too much too quickly? Was he asking too much of the Snake? Surely this wasn’t easy, Albus unloading on him in a drunken fit and then this, exposing this secret like it was absolutely nothing. Al swallowed hard and moved to put the box on the other’s bed, searching it over for the way the other Scorpius had opened it but he couldn’t remember for the life of him. "Open it." He stated rather boldly, as if he had any way of making Scorpius do it. That was never how things worked out for them before. Ever. 

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Scorpius nearly swallowed his tongue when Albus dove under the bed and began his search for the box. “Potter!” Scorpius shouted as he slammed the door shut and raced over to the bed. He bent down and desperately pulled Albus back until he was out from under the bed. But in his hands was the box. And Scorpius knew that the gig was up. There was nothing left for him to hide behind anymore. Albus would know the truth, how Scorpius was never really gone from him, just hidden. And that was something that terrified the former Slytherin. Because he would have a lot of explaining to do and it wasn’t something he ready to admit to anyone even himself.

He reached his hand out but quickly withdrew it back to his side. If he touched that box it would open at his command. He was the only one able to do it and there was no way to get around it. Unless he had on gloves of course, but he didn’t. The only way to avoid the contents of that box going public would be to distract Potter away from it. It would be incredibly hard considering Albus came here to find it but Scorpius was up for the challenge. He willed himself to calm down and to face this head on like a Malfoy. There wasn’t any time to panic or lead Albus to the real answers he hid in that box. So the Malfoy put his mask on, his face that held fear cooled down until his eyes showed little to no emotion and his shoulders released the tension they had built up. And just like that Scorpius Malfoy was back.

“Since when have you become interested in Malfoy heirlooms, Potter? And no, they are not from my father’s vault. He couldn’t put such things in there without the Ministry or your father thinking he was turning back to his old ways. They were things hidden in Malfoy Manor and I need them for something here. Of course I can’t keep them in a classroom. One of my imbecile students might pick it up and try to play with it. And I very well can’t leave them out in the open for one of my suitors to find either. I don’t fancy death on my hands.” He cleared his throat hoping to skirt past the lie of having any suitors in his chambers here, but it wasn’t like Albus would know it was true or not.

A sigh of relief captured Scorpius as Albus settled the box down on the bed but Scorpius remained frozen where he stood. Open it. How dare Potter think that he could burst into Scorpius’ room and demand such things of him. “Open it? What for? So your inner Gryffindor streak can show through? You’ll end up sending me to Azkaban for what’s in there or knowing your lack of brain cells you’ll touch something and die. What’s in there is for Malfoy eyes only and last I knew you weren’t a Malfoy.” Scorpius glared down at the former Snake. It was just like Albus to put them both in a situation like this. It was just like Albus to act like a bull in a china shop and now the comfortable world Scorpius had spent years building around himself had come tumbling down.

The only thing Scorpius wanted to do was kick Albus out of his room for good. He wanted to transfer his teaching position to another school because seeing Albus break down like he had earlier wasn’t something he ever expected nor wanted to see. He didn’t want to know that they weren’t just friends because he had spent years fighting back those urges. He had spent years avoiding Albus Potter as best as he could but no matter what it always came back to the two of them. And maybe it was because they belonged together. Maybe, just maybe they were meant to be but it didn’t change the fact that anything death was able to touch, Scorpius refused to love. He couldn’t go through that again.

 ”If you want to open that you’re doing it by yourself,” Scorpius said with a streak of determination in his eyes. “I’m not helping you. Not with that box. You ran in here drunk to get it, now you have it. Figure it out yourself,” He mumbled as he turned away from Potter and made his way over to his desk, gathering up his student’s latest essays. “And I will be right over here waiting for you to accomplish the impossible.”

[themalf0yheir]

Hard to Say || Scorpius Malfoy & Albus Potter

[albevpotter]

The more Scorpius denied him the more angry Albus got with him. He’d never for the life of him been this upset. It wasn’t all the blonde’s fault but he had a way of digging the knife in deeper and frustrating him more so than he had ever had. That bloody box was somewhere in this room and All was content on not giving up until he’d found it. But then Scorpius opened that god forsaken mouth of his again and something in Albus broke. He couldn’t have this vision of their future and Scorpius flat out lying to his face. It was just too much.

"We were never just friends Scorpius and I swear to Merlin if you stand there and tell me that we were I’ll bloody your nose where you stand." There was anger in his eyes, he’d never allowed that emotion to show no matter what when Scorpius but he couldn’t hold it back anymore. Not after what he’d experienced. "You can act like you don’t care. You can say that you’re better off this way but don’t you dare tell me the way you looked at me was nothing. I saw it. Even when you think I didn’t I saw it every time. I could barely talk to anyone outside of my family without seeing that nose flair you do." Al brought his hands up and rubbed his face again. 

That smug look on Scorpius’ face when he suggested he leave was the last straw. “You know what Scorpius don’t feed me that bullshit. Yeah your father wasn’t perfect and neither was mine or my mother for that matter. You think that’s a reason to keep pushing me away? Then I guess I shouldn’t have anything to do with anyone because there’s bad in everyone. There’s terrible awful things out there and you know what I find comforting? That I know what your bad things are. They don’t matter to me because I understand them. I understand you. I always have and I’ve never questioned you. I never understood why you did what you did but I at least tried. You just gave up. And for what? So you can be some hard ass and pretend you feel nothing for anything?”

His voice was echoing back at him at this point. Al hadn’t realized he’d actually started yelling at Scorpius. But maybe that’s what he needed to do. Future Scorpius had said that he mouthed off to him and as far as he knew this was as close to mouthing off to him as he’d ever gotten. It scared him. He was standing there pouring his heart out on a whim and Scorpius was being as he always had. Unfaltering and as collected as ever, at least he appeared to be that way until Albus looked at him again. There was something in his eyes that he hadn’t seen before.

"You know what just forget it. You’re right. You deserve to be alone. That’s what you want. Then be alone but don’t you dare lie to me." He could feel tears threatening to spill over his lids and he had to blink profusely to keep them at bay. His heart was beating so fast he wasn’t sure if he’d actually leave or beat Malfoy as he’d threatened to. Obviously this wasn’t going to resolve anything. Maybe this wasn’t the night the other Malfoy had spoken of. Either way Albus was starting to feel hopeless and he couldn’t let Scorpius see that. "There is something between us. There has been for years. Since you started spending the night at my mum and dad’s and you let me crawl into your bed because I was scared. You held me and told me it’d be okay. If that’s nothing then show me what something is. Can you do that? Do you actually have it in you?"

[themalf0yheir]

It was the summer after first year. Albus and Scorpius had been inseparable for the entire year and the summer vacation was hard on both of them. There wasn’t a single day that Scorp didn’t write to Albus or get a letter from him. There was constant communication between the two. It was as if they hadn’t left Hogwarts at all, but Scorpius did miss seeing his best friend. So after a lot of convincing on Albus’ part, Scorpius was flooing over later that evening to sleep over. Of course the Malfoy was nervous. He was nervous about seeing Albus but also intimidated by the Potter clan. James had never taken a liking to him and Lily was always in his face asking questions. It was the reason why he liked Albus so much. He was quiet and reserved and he didn’t ask too many questions. It was like Scorpius was enough as he came. Albus wasn’t interested in pushing him or changing him.

The entire night both Albus and Scorpius were locked up in Al’s room only emerging to get a snack or a drink. Mrs. Potter had conjured up a second bed in Albus’ room so it was exactly like the beds at school. He turned over in the bed and glanced over at Albus’ sleeping form and smiled. His best friend was a couple mere feet away and he felt right at home because Albus was by his side. Before he could turn back over and fall asleep, Albus woke up with a gasp and sat straight up in his bed. His hair was ruffled and sweat was dripping down his face. “Al?” His best friend turned and gave Scorp a shaky smile. “Just a nightmare,” Was his reply but Scorpius could see that it had affected him. He didn’t have to say anything, all he did was pull back his covers and pat the bed. In seconds, Albus had joined him.

Scorpius wrapped his tiny arms around Albus and snuggled up against his back. “It’s okay, Albus. It was only a dream. Probably because we had so much sugar before bed. Whatever it was…it wasn’t real. Just your goofy brain playing tricks on you.” Scorpius grinned into Al’s hair before cuddling in closer to him and resting his forehead against the back of Albus’ neck. “I’ll always be your best friend and I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Scorpius pulled himself out of the day dream and shook it out of his mind. He hadn’t realized he had been lost in thought and was staring out at his bed. The box laid under there and that was where it would stay forever. Albus painted a nice picture, but this wasn’t how Scorpius was meant to be raised. He was a Malfoy and he didn’t need anyone. It was a silly thought to even think that someone could love him for real and if they truly did, it wouldn’t be worth it. Loving someone came hand in hand with losing them, and after losing his father, Scorpius promised his heart he would never put it through that again.

He was quiet for a moment as his gazed shifted back to Albus and he studied the man standing in front of him. The question burned deep into him. He wanted to know how Albus knew about the box. Scorpius was more than certain that was what he was looking for but the question of how wasn’t something he could ask without giving the box away. You deserve to be alone. The words pierced him like stone and he stood there frozen to his core. Albus had never purposely been mean to him. He had never insulted Scorpius without some kind of joke behind it. But this…this was different. His eyes narrowed down into a glare that he shot back at Albus and Scorpius pushed the portrait door open even more. You deserve to be alone. You deserve to be alone. His bottom lip quivered for a fraction of a second before it turned into a stiff bottom lip. You deserve to be alone. His fingers tightened around the door until he slammed it back hard against the wall, so hard the pictures hanging on his wall shook.

“No. I don’t have it in me. I deserve to be alone.”

[themalf0yheir]

Hard to Say || Scorpius Malfoy & Albus Potter

[albevpotter]

This was probably one of his worst ideas ever. He was coming out of that haze and everything seemed to be so sure to him. Had that truly been a dream or was he just deluding himself into thinking that it was? He’d never wanted something so badly in his life. Scorpius had always been there, always been his backbone when he couldn’t be. If he was being honest the last few years without him had been utterly horrid. That was why he’d taken the quidditch opportunity. Though he’d still sent tickets for Scorp, part of him was thankful he hadn’t seen him there. He would have completely lost himself. But now … now things were different.

He knew his eyes were bloodshot and that his breath wrecked of firewhiskey. Honestly, he could have cared less. He needed something solid. If there was no bo then he was indeed crazy and would be visiting St. Mungos in the morning but if there was … Don’t get ahead of yourself Al. Pay attention to where you’re going. The dungeons were hard enough to navigate completely blitzed without him letting memories of his Scorpius invade his mind. 

The portrait finally came into view and a lump formed in his throat so large he thought he’d choke himself out before he even got up the nerve to knock. But his fist had other ideas. Al was wrapping that door so hard he thought he’d fall right through. But there was a rustling on the other side of the frame and Albus quickly found himself face to face with the blonde Snake. The lump tightened and a knot now took over his stomach. He let out a shaky breath and without a word pushed past Scorpius into the room. All he had to do was find that stupid box.

"Don’t worry I’ll put everything back." He shouted rather loudly over his shoulder. Everything was so neat and orderly that he actually had no idea where to start. Of course he should have expected that because that was exactly how he was when they were in school. His eyes darted around until he found the bags he came here with. Maybe he hadn’t unpacked it yet.

Albus nearly flung himself at them and quickly ripped through them. All he could find was clothes. Discouraged, he quickly pushed the cases aside and dove ripped back the covers from his bed and found nothing again. He let out a highly aggravated sigh and whipped around the room again. By this time he knew Scorpius was going to be boiling with the way he was treating his things. “Just don’t look at me alright.” He slurred and found himself a seat on the bed. His hands cupped each side of his face. Al couldn’t bring himself to actually look at Scorpius either. He was afraid that he’d completely ruined everything by storming in here as he did.

"I just … " Albus shook his head and looked up, hoping that he’d miraculously somehow pick the box out of thin air and be done with this entire thing. But that was too good to be true. "Do you have any idea how hard seeing you is?" He spoke dryly and somehow mustered up the courage to finally peer over at the blonde. He swallowed hard and shook his head. Maybe it was the fact he was upset with not finding the box or the alcohol, a combination of the two and the pain he’d carried around not ever knowing what cause Scorpius to go away until this revelation. He needed answers and they were so close, at least he was praying they were. "It’s not even that you’re actually here. It’s that I now have to worry about being ignored again. Do you know what that’s like? Do you know what it’s like to have to hold everything in and be cordial to people because you have to force yourself through the day?" He couldn’t stop. Scorpius had to know and so be it if it were slurred at least it’d be said. 

"You just checked out, tuned off and disappeared. You left me by myself and I tried to be there for you. I went out of my way to include you because the thought of you being upset or hurt killed me. You brushed it off like it was nothing. I … I wanted to be there. I did everything I possibly could to make sure you knew you weren’t alone and instead you left. I don’t even know who you are. I thought I did. I thought those promises we made actually meant something. That we’d take on the world and … and … I just thought …" Al’s head dropped. He was more frustrated actually saying what he’d thought and felt for the last almost five years. He looked weak and Scorpius hated that. His hands rubbed furiously over his eyes and he sighed loudly. "Just forget it. Doesn’t matter anymore." Al raised his wand and waved it so everything he’d torn apart went back to where it had been. He’d have to figure out a way to get in here when Scorpius wasn’t here and he wasn’t drunk. 

[themalf0yheir]

“Oh, it’s you,” Scorpius said as he gave Albus a once over and continued to look unimpressed at his standing there. Though it was hard to ignore the smell of Firewhiskey coming from every pore of Al’s body, and the tired eyes that were rimmed red. “I heard you were missing but apparently you’ve just been drunk off your arse. Finally made your way back I se-” But before he could spit out the next insult, Potter was pushing past him and intruding into his room. “What?”

Scorpius turned and followed him, arms folded as he glared down at the messy mop of dark hair. “Potter! Stop this! You better get your grubby hands off of my stuff immediately. Merlin, help me I will curse you.” Scorpius continued to follow Albus around as his belongings were tossed carelessly to the floor. Every piece of clothing that hit the ground made Scorp wince and cringe. There would be wrinkles and creases that would take even the house elves hours to get out. “Albus! I don’t have anything of yours in here. Stop this right now! You’re insane and you’re drunk. You can do this in your ruddy little hut all you like but not in my housing quarters!”

And in that second when Albus’ face finally broke and Scorpius could see the hurt in his features that he had a good idea what Albus was looking for. His gaze darted from Potter to under the bed where his box sat untouched behind  a set of blankets. The box that held all of his feelings that he held deep down in the pit of his being. The box Albus would never ever know about. So how did he know? Scorpius never told a soul about what was locked in there. When he moved into Hogwarts he went as far as to put a glamour charm over it. But somehow Albus knew there were answers in here. And he was looking for them.

“This is ridiculous, Potter. We were friends that was it. You’re acting like I broke your heart. You went prancing off with your siblings and cousins and didn’t…it didn’t… you were fine. It’s been years! Are you not going to let this go? Do you not understand that we are not the same? You’re a Potter and I’m a Malfoy. We were never meant to be friends. Our parents hated each other! My father tried to kill your mum when she was eleven years old. Why do you want to be friends with someone who has so much dark in their family?” He was taking low blows and Scorp knew it. The only reason their friendship stopped was because they weren’t just friends and that idea terrified him.

He remained silent as Albus waved his wand and his belongings returned to their place. “Malfoy’s don’t have friends. After losing my father I realized that whatever we were doing was foolish and silly. Scorpius brought his hand up to his forehead and rubbed his fingertips against his skin. There was a headache lurking beneath and it had the name of Albus Potter. “Just grow up, Potter. We had a few good times and I helped you pass Potions. But I never made you promises.”

Scorpius was grasping at straws. He was worried and it showed. He just had to get Albus away from his bed and out of his room. If Al found his keepsake box, the dam would be broken and there would be no reason to stay away from him. There would be no way Scorpius could even keep himself away if Potter knew everything.”Now, I have real professor work to attend to so I would like it if you left immediately.”

He made swiftly to the door and tugged it open, swaying his arm in front of it and giving Albus one of those Malfoy smirks. “May I suggest a hangover potion and a shower after you leave?”

[themalf0yheir]

Hard to Say || Scorpius Malfoy & Albus Potter

It was all over the school. Every turn Scorpius took lead him right back to the one thing he was trying his hardest to get away from. Everyone was gossiping about it including the house elves. Scorpius was starting to go mad a little bit because the name passing off everyone’s tongue made him itch, but then a little bit of it was worry. Worry for Albus Potter. Not that this feeling was something new. Scorp had spent his entire life worrying about Albus. There was so much worry for the man that the Malfoy heir had taken himself out of the other’s life, but this was a different kind of worry. This was better known as fear.

Because apparently the twat was missing.

Earlier that morning, Scorpius had awoken to a banging on his portrait. Disheveled and cranky, the former Slytherin climbed out of his mountain of covers and answered to find the Head Girl looking past him and into his room. “Looking for something?” He asked rather annoyed at the invasion of privacy. “Because students aren’t allowed in teacher’s quarters and even though you’re Head Girl I assume the rules still apply to you.”

She looked taken back and her eyes glanced downward in embarrassment at his statement. “I-I was just looking for someone. Headmistress sent me down here to see if he was here. I’m sorry P-Professor. I didn’t mean anything by it.” Scorpius wasn’t sure if he should be insulted that one- they’d looking for a missing person in his room or that she assumed a man would be in his quarters. The idea wasn’t farfetched but he still took it as an insult.

“As you can see no one is here.” She turned to leave, issuing another apology under her breath. “But, if I be so bold to ask, who are you looking for?”

“Albus Potter, sir.” Well, that explained why his living quarters was first suspected.

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“He was blasted out of his mind!”

“He’s probably helping Harry Potter on a mission!”

“I heard he was staggering around outside naked all night!”

“Maybe he was kidnapped and is being held for ransom!”

“How about detention for all of you. Every night for the rest of the month you 4 will be meeting in the Potions classroom at 8 to serve it. Cleaning cauldrons and cutting potions ingredients for five hours.” Scorpius couldn’t handle the Potter talk anymore. The absence of Albus’ goofy smile and annoying voice was gnawing at him and each minute that went by without his semi attractive face around the school was like a tug on Scorpius’ heart strings.

After giving fifteen different kids detention for mentioning the missing Potter’s name, Scorpius was sent back to his quarters to wait the rest of it out. So far they had determined there was no forced entry and nothing in his distasteful hut was missing. But Scorpius needed a break and walking around the castle and not seeing him. It was starting to dawn on him that maybe it was his fault. He had came back on Albus' territory and was rude to him. Maybe Al left to get away from him. It was a hard thing to think but even harder for him not to believe. He was sure if Albus Potter were truly missing that Aurors would be filling up the castle. That there would be ten different articles around him posted in the Daily Prophet. But there wasn’t. There was only a basic search going on for him. 

A hard and rapid knock at his portrait broke Scorpius out of his thoughts. It was persistent and really loud. His eyes narrowed into a glare as he stalked towards the door. Whoever was causing the annoyance was going to pay for disturbing him. Especially if they were coming back to accuse Scorpius of kidnapping Albus Potter.

But he never expected the portrait door to swing open and for him to come face to face with the missing person himself; Albus Potter. 

[themalf0yheir]

An Honest Mistake -- Scorbus Headcanon

Albus’ kiss would be the last memory Scorpius had of him and their relationship. Well, technically the last memory of the two of them would be the aurors pulling Scorpius from Albus’ arms and destroying his wand before hauling him off to his sentencing.

Scorpius! NO. Not yet. W-...I can't say goodbye to you.

It’s okay, Al. Remember what I told you.

It's not enough time.

Shh. It's time.

I can’t do this without you.

I love you.

I lo-

And then Scorpius was wrapped up in a ball of smoke before being locked in a holding cell at the Ministry before his trial. It was cold and damp. The Malfoy heir had never been held in a cell before, but he had ventured into the depths of the Malfoy dungeons and knew how uncomfortable this would be. Thankfully, his trial was scheduled for tomorrow and he was go to without representation. No one would represent a Malfoy again. Fool the community once and Harry Potter came to your rescue, fool them twice because you had to follow in your father’s footsteps...and you received a lifetime vacation to Azkaban.

How do you plead?

Guilty.

You’re not going to try and weasel your way out of this?

No.

Interesting. I’ve always known the Malfoy name was scum. This just proves your family will never be redeemed.

No. Most likely not.

Where is your partner? The one that helped you?

I didn’t have a partner.

Liar! We know you did. Where is he?

…..

Your silence isn’t doing you any good. Help us and we’ll help you.

.....

All in favor of a lifetime ban to Azkaban for Scorpius Malfoy say aye.

An hour later, a new auror came to his cell. Scorpius looked up and was hardly surprised to see James Sirius Potter standing behind his bars. Albus’ older brother and Scorpius had never made peace with each other. James hated Scorpius since he and Al bonded during their first year, and it seemed his hatred for the Malfoy heir only grew each passing year. It wasn’t unexpected that the eldest Potter would be there to escort him to Azkaban.

I always figured you’d end up here, Malfoy.

Some things are just inevitable.

Albus deserved better than you. He always has.

He deserves better than you too, Potter. Don’t act like you know him for a second.

You’re going to rot away in there for the rest of your life. You do realize that, correct?

And do you think Albus is ever going to forgive you for locking me away?

Fuck you, Malfoy. My only regret is that there aren’t any Dementors at Azkaban to suck your soul out for good.

James lead Scorpius to a fireplace. As the eldest Potter gathered some floo powder, Scorp looked back at the Ministry. It would the last place before Azkaban. This was the last thing he would ever see. Before he had a chance to take it all in, James was pushing him into the fireplace and throwing the powder at his feet before shouting a location Scorp had never heard of. Since Azkaban was in the middle of the North Sea that this was a location near there. He only hoped they didn’t take him there by boat. He had horrible sea sickness.

Ah. Malfoy. We’ve been expecting you.

Can we just get this over with?

Of course. Forever awaits, Malfoy.

He was thankful that they apparated instead of sailed on a boat. He supposed that most prisoners tried to hop off of the boat and drown. It would be better than rotting away. But there was also a suddenness to the apparating. Two seconds was all it took for him to be transported into Azkaban. This was it. This would be what he saw for the rest of his life. He was guided towards an empty cell and shoved inside before the prison guard locked the gate behind him. Leaving him with a black and white striped outfit and an envelope.

That is your uniform. Put it on immediately.

How fetching.

And that is...well, you’re allowed one thing from home and this must have been your pick.

Yes. I know what it is.

You know, if James Potter saw what was in that envelope he would probably kill you.

Then it’s a good thing James Potter is an auror and not a Azkaban guard.

A week later and  Scorpius was convinced this was hell. He did nothing all day but stare at the picture he had picked to look at for the rest of his life. He wished that there had been Dementors because at least he would be a shell. Void of all feelings but this was much, much worse. He had to sit there and know Albus was out in the world without him. He had to hear the thoughts floating around in his head and that only resulted in Scorp hitting his head against the brick. All of his past regrets ate away at his heart until he gave up.

And when he finally gave up, his solution came.

I’ve never been here before.

You mean my vacation home? Isn’t it lovely.

Somehow I see you at a villa in Greece not here.

Yes, well, I’m atoning my sins for the rest of my life.

I can’t pretend I know why you did what you did, Scorpius.

You know why I did it. It’s because I love him. I’ve always loved him.

And look at how badly you hurt him. He didn’t need you to protect him. He needs you with him.

Love blinds us. It makes us do crazy things. If you knew something was coming wouldn’t you do anything in your power to protect your wife?

I-I did. I did. You’re right. I left her when the war came because I thought it would protect her.

And in doing that I assumed you hurt her?

I’ve never asked.

Harry Potter sat across from Scorpius. It was funny seeing a man like that sit in his dark and grimy cell. It was almost funny and for the first time in a week, Scorpius cracked a smile.

Have you come to rescue me, Mr. Potter?

I’m trying.

For Albus?

For Albus but I also have a thing with helping Malfoys. I helped your father.

I know you did. When I was growing up he told me. He saved the Prophet article in his desk drawer.

Draco was a very misguided, Scorpius. But he never chose that life. It was chosen for him. I think if things had been different, Draco and I would have been good friends. I see a lot of him in you. You were misguided as well.

I love him, you know.

Mr. Potter turned towards the wall and plucked Scorp’s picture from it. It was of him and Albus. He couldn’t remember the day but they were happy. The two of them were out in the middle of the quidditch field having a late night bonfire. Albus was wrapped around Scorpius and the Malfoy would occasionally lean down to kiss his forehead. Al in the picture would tilt his head back and their lips would connect over and over until Scorpius would teasingly lift up Albus’ shirt, exposing his stomach and chest before the picture would restart.

He’s a m-

I don’t want to know.

You don’t?

In my mind he’s happy and healthy. It’s the only way I can get through this sentence.

Scorpius...this isn’t just a sentence. This is life in prison.

But you’re here.

I’m here but that doesn’t mean it will work.

You’re Harry Potter of course it will work.

If my plan is to work I need to know where your accomplice went.

You know I can’t tell you.

Did he kidnap Marcus Coventry?

They’re in love and safe. That was part of the deal to keep Albus safe.

Excuse me?

Harry seemed surprised that Scorpius would sacrifice his entire life to protect his son’s. Maybe he hadn’t expected a Malfoy to be able to love like that. But he did. He loved Albus more than anything and if he had to rot away in Azkaban….it didn’t matter as long as the love of his life was alive. In the past, Scorpius had done things that he wasn’t proud of and even though he had loved Albus from afar, he hadn’t always acted like it. But they had been together and things were different.

You won’t hurt him.

I wouldn’t dream of it.

You’re really not going to give up that name are you?

You and the auror team really can’t figure it out, huh?

They’re off the map.

And so Albus continues to stay safe. Isn’t what we both want?

Touche, Malfoy.

Two days had passed before Mr. Potter returned with a duffel bag and keys to his cell.

Welcome to the family, Scorpius.