Fic: The Shy Epiphany (Albus/Scorpius), R
Recipient: hp_nextgen_fest
Title: The Shy Epiphany
Pairing(s): Albus Severus/Scorpius
Rating: R
Warnings: Nothing the rating doesn't already imply.
Summary: Albus has an epiphany.
Word Count: 1,100
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's/Artist's notes: Dear all, I hope you enjoy! A great thanks to my beta, K.
"Hey, Al! Malfoy wants to talk to you!"
Albus stopped in his stride toward class. "Scorpius Malfoy?" he asked, his voice incredulous. "Why the fuck would he want to do that?" He looked at Fred and frowned.
"No, clue! I heard it was something about Quidditch. Gotta get to class now, Al. Have fun!"
Fred smiled before rushing off, leaving Albus to stand in the middle of the corridor with nothing but his thoughts. Malfoy . . . wanted to talk to him? But why? His eyes widening, Al nearly squeaked when one thought crossed his mind: Oh, Shite, he must know!
Without thinking, he rushed to the nearest bathroom and slammed the door shut before clutching at the porcelain sink with fear. He thought about Malfoy and his stomach tightened with pleasure. To escape, he ducked his head under the facet and allowed cold water to wash away his anxieties.
His breath made white puffs against the bathroom mirror, the air warm against the tip of his nose as he stared at his reflection. Water from the sink dripped down his temples, collecting at his collar. Albus felt as if a stranger was experiencing the feelings that rushed through him. He didn't know if it would be right to call his situation an awakening, or maybe he had known all along, but something extraordinary hid within the depths on his mind.
Closing his eyes, he felt the knot in his stomach tighten as Malfoy' face flashed within the blackness of his lids. It was a spark of electricity, an epiphany that had waited patiently until Albus was ready to accept the inconceivable. He was attracted to men. He was attracted to Malfoy.
He let out a shaky laugh, watching as his eyes widened almost comically. He licked his lips and turned his head to the side, staring as if it was the first time he saw himself. The acceptance of his sexual preference changed everything about him. He was no longer Albus Severus Potter, son of Harry Potter, but Albus, the man who was brave enough to not walk the road most travelled. The man who would defy expectations and live the way he desired. His mindset was liberating, his emotions uncontrollable. It was a long moment before he grimaced, suddenly dreading when he had to see Malfoy.
For the first time in his life he was unsure about someone. He had always known how to work people, what to say to get them to do what he wanted. He'd always known what people were thinking, their feelings concerning him. It was easy when you were the twin to the saviour of the world. This was different, however. He already knew Malfoy couldn't care less about his father. At times his indifference edged the line of dislike. Albus blamed it on Malfoy's father.
Nonetheless, he wouldn't let his low confidence prevent him from getting what he wanted. Now that he wanted Malfoy, there was no way Albus would not get him, even if Malfoy had fervently proclaimed his love for the cunt.
"I've noticed you staring at me, watching me. It needs to stop."
Albus snapped his head up and looked at Malfoy in shock, his mind turning within its skull. A horrible, exhilarating pressure squeezed at his heart, surging upward to choke the breath from his throat. Cold sweat lined his forehead and dripped down his temple, adding to the water. He saw Malfoy follow it with his eyes and imagined the sweat grey like the colour of his icy gaze.
"W-what are you doing here? I thought I locked the door."
"I guess not," Malfoy said with a slight smile. He pointed his wand behind him and the door slammed shut, a loud locking sound echoing through the room. Stepping forward, he brought a confident hand up and wiped away the rest of the moisture from Albus' forehead.
"Why did you do that for?" Albus asked, his mouth gaping.
"Because I wanted to," Malfoy said, still smiling. He moved even closer and ran pressed lips against Albus' cheek.
Albus shuddered. So he guessed Malfoy did know. "How long have you known?"
"Know what?"
"You know . . . my feelings," Albus mumbled, looking down at his feet.
"Well, that's a relief," Malfoy said.
Albus looked back up. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that now I know I'm not the only one with feelings. I'm relieved."
"What?" Albus blinked in surprise.
Rolling his eyes, Malfoy stepped forward and kissed Albus. His lips were soft and warm, gentling moving against Albus' with intensity. He brought his hand up and curled it into Albus' messy locks.
"I've wanted you for such a long time," Malfoy whispered, kissing his way down Albus' face to his chest. "Watching you in class . . . playing Quidditch." He dropped to his knees and looked up at Albus, his expression blissful. "Can I show you how much?"
"Erm . . . okay," Albus said, breathless. He felt beyond awkward, but there was no way to hide it. In a situation like this, it was impossible to pretend not to be a bundle of nerves. Gasping, he felt Malfoy's fingers on his buckle.
"Has anyone ever done this to you?" Malfoy asked, his voice quiet.
"N-no," Albus whispered back, his thighs trembling.
Malfoy pulled his trousers down along with his pants, the warm puffs of his breath incredible against Albus' bare skin. They came faster and faster, as if the boy was hyperventilating. Albus heard him swallow down air loudly before pressing his thin lips against Albus' thigh. His lips were trembling.
"It's all right," Albus managed, gulping thickly. "We don't have to do this."
"But I have to prove to you . . ." Malfoy said, looking up at him. His eyes were intense with sincerity. "You won't believe my feelings if I don't do this."
Albus slid down to the floor to kneel in front of Malfoy. With his hand covering his erection, he smiled shyly and said, "But I already believe you. I just want you to kiss me now."
Returning his smile, Malfoy said, "Good, because I don't know the first thing about sucking dicks." He paused and his smile slid into a smirk. "But I do know how to kiss."
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Title: The Shy Epiphany
Pairing(s): Albus Severus/Scorpius
Rating: R
Warnings: Nothing the rating doesn't already imply.
Summary: Albus has an epiphany.
Word Count: 1,100
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's/Artist's notes: Dear all, I hope you enjoy! A great thanks to my beta, K.
"Hey, Al! Malfoy wants to talk to you!"
Albus stopped in his stride toward class. "Scorpius Malfoy?" he asked, his voice incredulous. "Why the fuck would he want to do that?" He looked at Fred and frowned.
"No, clue! I heard it was something about Quidditch. Gotta get to class now, Al. Have fun!"
Fred smiled before rushing off, leaving Albus to stand in the middle of the corridor with nothing but his thoughts. Malfoy . . . wanted to talk to him? But why? His eyes widening, Al nearly squeaked when one thought crossed his mind: Oh, Shite, he must know!
Without thinking, he rushed to the nearest bathroom and slammed the door shut before clutching at the porcelain sink with fear. He thought about Malfoy and his stomach tightened with pleasure. To escape, he ducked his head under the facet and allowed cold water to wash away his anxieties.
His breath made white puffs against the bathroom mirror, the air warm against the tip of his nose as he stared at his reflection. Water from the sink dripped down his temples, collecting at his collar. Albus felt as if a stranger was experiencing the feelings that rushed through him. He didn't know if it would be right to call his situation an awakening, or maybe he had known all along, but something extraordinary hid within the depths on his mind.
Closing his eyes, he felt the knot in his stomach tighten as Malfoy' face flashed within the blackness of his lids. It was a spark of electricity, an epiphany that had waited patiently until Albus was ready to accept the inconceivable. He was attracted to men. He was attracted to Malfoy.
He let out a shaky laugh, watching as his eyes widened almost comically. He licked his lips and turned his head to the side, staring as if it was the first time he saw himself. The acceptance of his sexual preference changed everything about him. He was no longer Albus Severus Potter, son of Harry Potter, but Albus, the man who was brave enough to not walk the road most travelled. The man who would defy expectations and live the way he desired. His mindset was liberating, his emotions uncontrollable. It was a long moment before he grimaced, suddenly dreading when he had to see Malfoy.
For the first time in his life he was unsure about someone. He had always known how to work people, what to say to get them to do what he wanted. He'd always known what people were thinking, their feelings concerning him. It was easy when you were the twin to the saviour of the world. This was different, however. He already knew Malfoy couldn't care less about his father. At times his indifference edged the line of dislike. Albus blamed it on Malfoy's father.
Nonetheless, he wouldn't let his low confidence prevent him from getting what he wanted. Now that he wanted Malfoy, there was no way Albus would not get him, even if Malfoy had fervently proclaimed his love for the cunt.
"I've noticed you staring at me, watching me. It needs to stop."
Albus snapped his head up and looked at Malfoy in shock, his mind turning within its skull. A horrible, exhilarating pressure squeezed at his heart, surging upward to choke the breath from his throat. Cold sweat lined his forehead and dripped down his temple, adding to the water. He saw Malfoy follow it with his eyes and imagined the sweat grey like the colour of his icy gaze.
"W-what are you doing here? I thought I locked the door."
"I guess not," Malfoy said with a slight smile. He pointed his wand behind him and the door slammed shut, a loud locking sound echoing through the room. Stepping forward, he brought a confident hand up and wiped away the rest of the moisture from Albus' forehead.
"Why did you do that for?" Albus asked, his mouth gaping.
"Because I wanted to," Malfoy said, still smiling. He moved even closer and ran pressed lips against Albus' cheek.
Albus shuddered. So he guessed Malfoy did know. "How long have you known?"
"Know what?"
"You know . . . my feelings," Albus mumbled, looking down at his feet.
"Well, that's a relief," Malfoy said.
Albus looked back up. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that now I know I'm not the only one with feelings. I'm relieved."
"What?" Albus blinked in surprise.
Rolling his eyes, Malfoy stepped forward and kissed Albus. His lips were soft and warm, gentling moving against Albus' with intensity. He brought his hand up and curled it into Albus' messy locks.
"I've wanted you for such a long time," Malfoy whispered, kissing his way down Albus' face to his chest. "Watching you in class . . . playing Quidditch." He dropped to his knees and looked up at Albus, his expression blissful. "Can I show you how much?"
"Erm . . . okay," Albus said, breathless. He felt beyond awkward, but there was no way to hide it. In a situation like this, it was impossible to pretend not to be a bundle of nerves. Gasping, he felt Malfoy's fingers on his buckle.
"Has anyone ever done this to you?" Malfoy asked, his voice quiet.
"N-no," Albus whispered back, his thighs trembling.
Malfoy pulled his trousers down along with his pants, the warm puffs of his breath incredible against Albus' bare skin. They came faster and faster, as if the boy was hyperventilating. Albus heard him swallow down air loudly before pressing his thin lips against Albus' thigh. His lips were trembling.
"It's all right," Albus managed, gulping thickly. "We don't have to do this."
"But I have to prove to you . . ." Malfoy said, looking up at him. His eyes were intense with sincerity. "You won't believe my feelings if I don't do this."
Albus slid down to the floor to kneel in front of Malfoy. With his hand covering his erection, he smiled shyly and said, "But I already believe you. I just want you to kiss me now."
Returning his smile, Malfoy said, "Good, because I don't know the first thing about sucking dicks." He paused and his smile slid into a smirk. "But I do know how to kiss."
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