AS/S fic: The Time of Your Life. Preslash. Rated PG
Author: asnowyowl
Title: The Time of Your Life
Pairing: Albus Severus/Scorpius
Summary: Albus thought he hated the end-of-year dance, until Malfoy stepped in.
Warnings: Pre-slash
Rating: PG
Word Count: 733
Notes: Written for ass_carnival solely so I can use the last two prompts for this week. Written quickly and unbeta'd because I'm running out of time.
Prompts used: Song Two: "Green Eyes" by Interpol/Coldplay , Quote: "Well, next time you leave, say goodbye." "Next time I leave, I'll just take you with me." - The Big Green
The Time of Your Life
Al pushed through the doors of the Great Hall, wishing he didn't have to go back in, but knowing if he didn't, Rose would just come looking for him. It was bad enough he had to attend the disasterous end-of-year dance, but to watch Scorpius bloody Malfoy dancing with nearly every girl in seventh-year was torture. And the theme of the dance: Dreams Really do Come True. Yeah, right.
He leaned against a wall and scanned the dance floor. Sure enough, Malfoy was holding Carissa Thomas close, swaying to a slow beat. Well, fuck Malfoy, and fuck himself for being in love (well, at least lust) with a straight boy, a straight boy who never gave Albus the time of day. So much for dreams ever coming true.
As the music ended, Malfoy bowed to Carissa and strode toward the dais where the band was playing. He spoke briefly to the lead singer, who nodded and then began shouting some totally inappropriate Muggle rock song.
Al shook his head. Since when would a Malfoy even know Muggle music? He lost track of Malfoy in the crowd of bodies, so was startled when Malfoy appeared directly in front of him, wearing his normal smirk.
Al scowled. "Great taste in music, Malfoy."
Malfoy cocked his head toward the band and then chuckled. "I didn't request this drivel."
Al didn't know what to say. It was getting harder and harder to trade insults when all he wanted to do was trade spit, or semen. At least soon they'd be out of school, never having to see each other again. Al's heart nearly broke at the thought.
"Where'd you disappear to?" Malfoy asked.
"What? Disappear? I didn't disappear."
Malfoy rolled his eyes. "You were gone for over an hour, Potter. To me, that's a disappearance. Were you off snogging some pathetic bloke?"
"None of your business what I do with my time. Anyway, how'd you know I was gone? Been watching me?" Please have been watching me. Please.
"No more than you've been watching me. Well, next time you leave, say goodbye. It'd be the polite thing to do."
Al chuckled nervously. "We don't even talk, Malfoy. Why would I do that?"
"Because our relationship is about to change."
Al tried not to show how lost this conversation was making him, so he gathered his courage and said, "Maybe next time I leave, I'll just take you with me."
Scorpius smiled. "That's more like it. Now you're catching on." He grabbed Al's hand. "Come on, it's time for our dance."
Al was so stunned, he actually let Malfoy lead him half way to the dance floor before he pulled back. "What he hell are you on about?"
"Our dance. It's about time, isn't it?"
"Time for what?" Al swallowed hard. This was all just too crazy.
"Us," Malfoy said. He tugged harder, forcing Al back into motion, steering them to the dance floor. The rock song ended to be replaced by another song Al didn't recognize.
"Ah. Now that's the one I requested," Malfoy said.
When they were in the midst of the couples, Malfoy wrapped his arms around Al's waist. "I'll lead. Be a good boy and put your arms around my shoulders."
Al did what he was told. After all, it's what he'd wanted for ages. When they were swaying to the beat, Al asked, "What's this all about?"
"You want me. I want you. Simple as that."
Al shook his head, not sure if he was denying wanting Malfoy, or the fact that super-straight Malfoy might want him.
"What's so hard to understand? I see the way you watch me, but what you don't see is that I watch you, too."
"But…" Al gulped. "You're not even gay."
"I'm whatever I choose to be, and right now I choose to be your next shag." He pulled Al closer, putting his lips to Al's ear and singing along with the band, "Another turning point; a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the wrist; directs you where to go. So make the best of this test and don't ask why."
Al closed his eyes and felt Scorpius's body against his, felt the hardness that was pressed so close to his own, listened to Scorpius's voice as it whispered in his ear. Maybe for a little while, he'd let himself believe in dreams.
end
Title: The Time of Your Life
Pairing: Albus Severus/Scorpius
Summary: Albus thought he hated the end-of-year dance, until Malfoy stepped in.
Warnings: Pre-slash
Rating: PG
Word Count: 733
Notes: Written for ass_carnival solely so I can use the last two prompts for this week. Written quickly and unbeta'd because I'm running out of time.
Prompts used: Song Two: "Green Eyes" by Interpol/Coldplay , Quote: "Well, next time you leave, say goodbye." "Next time I leave, I'll just take you with me." - The Big Green
The Time of Your Life
Al pushed through the doors of the Great Hall, wishing he didn't have to go back in, but knowing if he didn't, Rose would just come looking for him. It was bad enough he had to attend the disasterous end-of-year dance, but to watch Scorpius bloody Malfoy dancing with nearly every girl in seventh-year was torture. And the theme of the dance: Dreams Really do Come True. Yeah, right.
He leaned against a wall and scanned the dance floor. Sure enough, Malfoy was holding Carissa Thomas close, swaying to a slow beat. Well, fuck Malfoy, and fuck himself for being in love (well, at least lust) with a straight boy, a straight boy who never gave Albus the time of day. So much for dreams ever coming true.
As the music ended, Malfoy bowed to Carissa and strode toward the dais where the band was playing. He spoke briefly to the lead singer, who nodded and then began shouting some totally inappropriate Muggle rock song.
Al shook his head. Since when would a Malfoy even know Muggle music? He lost track of Malfoy in the crowd of bodies, so was startled when Malfoy appeared directly in front of him, wearing his normal smirk.
Al scowled. "Great taste in music, Malfoy."
Malfoy cocked his head toward the band and then chuckled. "I didn't request this drivel."
Al didn't know what to say. It was getting harder and harder to trade insults when all he wanted to do was trade spit, or semen. At least soon they'd be out of school, never having to see each other again. Al's heart nearly broke at the thought.
"Where'd you disappear to?" Malfoy asked.
"What? Disappear? I didn't disappear."
Malfoy rolled his eyes. "You were gone for over an hour, Potter. To me, that's a disappearance. Were you off snogging some pathetic bloke?"
"None of your business what I do with my time. Anyway, how'd you know I was gone? Been watching me?" Please have been watching me. Please.
"No more than you've been watching me. Well, next time you leave, say goodbye. It'd be the polite thing to do."
Al chuckled nervously. "We don't even talk, Malfoy. Why would I do that?"
"Because our relationship is about to change."
Al tried not to show how lost this conversation was making him, so he gathered his courage and said, "Maybe next time I leave, I'll just take you with me."
Scorpius smiled. "That's more like it. Now you're catching on." He grabbed Al's hand. "Come on, it's time for our dance."
Al was so stunned, he actually let Malfoy lead him half way to the dance floor before he pulled back. "What he hell are you on about?"
"Our dance. It's about time, isn't it?"
"Time for what?" Al swallowed hard. This was all just too crazy.
"Us," Malfoy said. He tugged harder, forcing Al back into motion, steering them to the dance floor. The rock song ended to be replaced by another song Al didn't recognize.
"Ah. Now that's the one I requested," Malfoy said.
When they were in the midst of the couples, Malfoy wrapped his arms around Al's waist. "I'll lead. Be a good boy and put your arms around my shoulders."
Al did what he was told. After all, it's what he'd wanted for ages. When they were swaying to the beat, Al asked, "What's this all about?"
"You want me. I want you. Simple as that."
Al shook his head, not sure if he was denying wanting Malfoy, or the fact that super-straight Malfoy might want him.
"What's so hard to understand? I see the way you watch me, but what you don't see is that I watch you, too."
"But…" Al gulped. "You're not even gay."
"I'm whatever I choose to be, and right now I choose to be your next shag." He pulled Al closer, putting his lips to Al's ear and singing along with the band, "Another turning point; a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the wrist; directs you where to go. So make the best of this test and don't ask why."
Al closed his eyes and felt Scorpius's body against his, felt the hardness that was pressed so close to his own, listened to Scorpius's voice as it whispered in his ear. Maybe for a little while, he'd let himself believe in dreams.
end