Like Fools: Chapter Eight
Title: Like Fools
Author: Kimberry531/Clandestinelle (same person)
Rating: R
Pairing: Al/Scorpius
Word Count: 52,207 total; ~5k this chapter.
Summary: In the middle of his quest to find and master the Elder Wand which his father didn’t want, Al finds his family in the midst of a second Wizarding war. While in hiding, Al finds himself struggling to fight against feelings for one of the other refugees - blonde, sweet, innocent Scorpius Malfoy. However, when the war takes a turn for the worse, Al finds that he suddenly has bigger problems than his heart, and the two must embark on a frightening adventure fit only for Gryffindor idiots.
Notes: This fic is COMPLETE and will be updated every Monday and every Friday.
Dedication: Rosa, Slashfiend337, for getting me out of my two-month pit of despair of the last chapter and setting it straight within thirty minutes. Owe her my soul. And this fic.
“On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous
Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout
Parais qu'le bonheur est à portée de main,
Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou
I’m told that fate makes fun of us,
That it gives us nothing and promises everything,
When happiness seems to be within our grasp,
We reach out and find ourselves like fools”
- Carla Bruni
“Lily,” Al said, “I’ve got a favor to ask you.”
Lily stopped braiding her hair and met her brother’s eyes in the mirror she was facing. “Oh?”
“Yeah. Scorpius lost a bet to me.”
“And?”
“And since I won, he has to parade around in girls’ clothing for the day.”
“Use Rose’s,” Lily said, going back to her braid. From over on her bed, Roxanne looked up from her copy of Wicked Witches magazine to listen.
“How boring is that,” Al complained. “She doesn’t wear girly stuff. I’m talking all-out here, underwear, make-up, everything.”
“Oh, this could be fun,” Roxanne said. She got up and began rifling through her trunk. “How about a denim mini-skirt?”
“Perfect,” Al grinned.
“I have a blue camisole that’d probably fit him,” Lily said thoughtfully.
“Find him panties,” Al said devilishly. “I’ll go get him.”
He returned shortly with Scorpius in tow. Roxanne grinned at him and held up a black g-string between her thumb and forefinger. “Here you go, Malfoy,” she said sweetly.
Al shot Lily a dark glance. “That had better belong to Roxanne.”
“Fuck off.” Lily stood next to her bed. “Alright, we have the mini-skirt, the camisole, and the thong. Need help with his make-up?”
“You know I do,” Al said graciously. “But first you two need to leave while he gets the thong on. He’s a bit shy about letting people see his junk.”
Lily and Roxanne burst into giggles and tumbled into the hallway, shutting the door behind them. Al walked over quietly and locked it.
“Alright,” he said softly, turning back to Scorpius. “You know what to do. I’ll turn away while you change, yeah?”
“Thanks ever so,” Scorpius drawled, and Al could hear the shift of clothes happening behind him.
“Alright,” Scorpius said finally. “I’m dressed.”
Al turned around and had to close his eyes against the sight assaulting him. Scorpius’s knees were making his own feel weak.
The blue camisole fit Scorpius like a second skin, showing off his slender figure, his bony shoulders, the hollow at the base of his throat. The mini-skirt hung mid-thigh on him, leaving his legs bare and exposed.
Al barely managed to swallow. He found himself striding forward and stealing Scorpius’s mouth in a searing, but brief, kiss. “I have to make sure you really have it on,” he said and slid his hand up the back of Scorpius’s leg under the skirt. The fact that Scorpius’s legs were trembling was not lost on Al as he felt the thin slip of material disappear between rounder-than-Al-would-have-imagined-them-to-be globes.
“There,” Scorpius said, face burning, as it had been so often lately. “You know I’m wearing it. Let the girls back in and let’s finish this.”
Feeling slightly dizzy, Al went and unlocked the door. The girls hurried back in and made quick work of sitting Scorpius down at the vanity and getting his hair up into pigtails.
“My sister cannot know about this, got it?” Scorpius said darkly, as Roxanne held up a few tubes of lipstick, clearly trying to decide the best colour for his complexion.
“Fred woke up not that long ago,” Al said. “He’s coming in and out - mostly out - so she’s going to have her hands full for a while. Don’t worry.”
“Close your eyes,” Lily said, and she leaned forward to concentrate as she lined his eyes with kohl.
“I don’t know, Lily,” Roxanne said. “I can’t decide between Commotion Potion, Frog’s Tongue Pink, or just a clear gloss. His lips are such a pretty colour on their own…”
“I like Commotion Potion,” Al said, grinning.
“You don’t even know which one that is,” Scorpius said, and Lily shushed him, licking her finger and wiping away the smudge his movement had caused.
“Mmm, the pink one,” Lily said, sitting up. “I’m all done here, so once you’ve done that, we have ourselves a Drag Queen.”
“I may never forgive you for this, Potter,” Scorpius said, or tried to say, as Roxanne rubbed pink lip gloss along his mouth.
“Potter?” Al said. “Ouch. I’m hurt.”
“Now what?” Lily asked.
“Now nothing,” Al said. “We just go about our day as normal. Scorpius just can’t change out of this until midnight.”
Scorpius muttered darkly and fled to their room, where he shut the door tightly.
Around noon, he opened the door a crack. “Louis! Louis! Pssst, Louis!”
Louis opened his door and glanced around. “Malfoy?”
“Yeah. Listen, can you do me a favor?”
“Why are you hiding behind the door?”
“I can’t let anyone see me right now. Can you go down and get me lunch and bring it up here?”
“But why can’t you? Why can’t anyone see you?” Louis asked persistently, pushing on the door a little.
Scorpius pushed back. “I need to stay hidden. Please just get me lunch?”
“Are you wearing make-up?” Louis asked, peering through the door.
“No. Lunch, Louis? Please?”
“Yeah, fine,” Louis said, giving up on trying to catch a glimpse of Scorpius’s face. He turned and headed down the stairs. On the way down, he bumped into Hugo.
“Remember how we’re supposed to be open and accepting?” Louis asked, blonde curls bobbing slightly.
“Uh, to Albus and Scorpius when they‘re acting loony? Yeah.”
“Do we still have to be accepting when they’re wearing make-up and mini-skirts?”
Granny Weasley spent half an hour mending the bruises along Hugo’s body after he fell down the stairs in shock.
*****
Al, in his defense, let Scorpius hide in their room, even going so far as to bring him a stack of books to read without being asked. He stayed away, also, spending the day with Rose. Scorpius wasn’t sure whether this was due to Rose’s apparent jealousy, or because Scorpius was so clearly mortified. His mind revealed nothing.
At almost midnight, Al headed up to their room.
“Please let me change early,” Scorpius said, glancing at the clock. “I’d only be missing twenty minutes of the dare.”
“I don’t want to let you off a dare again,” Al said. “But how about I make that last twenty minutes a little more enjoyable?”
Scorpius stared at him blankly, but his eventual realization was obvious when a blush attacked his face.
“Alright,” he said, his voice slightly breathy.
Al walked over to him slowly and stood a few inches away, heat radiating between them. He leaned forward slightly so he was breathing on Scorpius’s neck, but not touching him in any way.
Al’s breath ghosted down to his bare shoulders, and Scorpius felt goosebumps raise along his arms. He ached for Al to touch him, do something, anything. He felt himself grow rock hard, creating a tent with Lily’s skirt.
Al licked a small circle on Scorpius’s neck and then blew on it briefly, causing Scorpius to shiver violently. Slowly, Al straightened back up and moved his hands firmly to Scorpius’s hips.
Carefully, moving slowly and watching Scorpius’s face for any negative emotions, he slowly slid his hand up Scorpius’s inner thigh, moving over the obvious bulge, until his hand was on his hip under the skirt. Still slowly, he pulled the black G-string down, until it fell to Scorpius’s ankles. He ran his hand back up to where it had come from, caressing Scorpius’s balls briefly before moving up to his cock.
‘Hello, again,’ Al thought, as he curled his fist around the hard flesh and began working it up and down. ‘Hey,’ he thought suddenly, ‘you’re not circumcised?’
‘Nah,’ Scorpius thought back somewhat desperately, his hands coming up to Al’s shoulders. ‘It’s a pureblood thing. Or an old-school pureblood thing, most of them probably don’t do it anymore.’
‘I didn’t notice last time,’ Al thought, and suddenly tugged harder, eliciting a whimper of desperation from Scorpius, who closed his eyes.
‘It’s cause you b-barely t-touched me last time,’ Scorpius thought, chewing on his lip and pushing himself into Al’s rough hand. ‘Before you had that brilliant idea.’
Al let go and stepped away. “Brilliant, huh? Want something even more brilliant?”
“Yes!” Scorpius squeaked, and Al backed him up to the closest wall, working on his zipper. Getting the idea early, Scorpius pulled his skirt up to his stomach to expose his cock. Al pressed his body along Scorpius’s, hard and solid, and rocked his hips.
“Holy motherfucking shit,” Scorpius hissed, throwing his head back. The sheer heat from Albus’s cock, now no clothes between them, was unbelievable.
“Does your daddy know you talk like that when there’s another prick involved?” Al asked in a low voice, pushing slowly and roughly against Scorpius’s hips.
“There’s n-never been another…” Scorpius trailed off into a moan as Al lowered a hand and wrapped it around both of their pricks, pulling them together.
“Al, shit,” Scorpius gasped suddenly, hips bucking. He bit down on his lip, hard, and Al closed his eyes and leaned in against Scorpius’s chest as he felt the blond’s spunk leak onto his hand. He took a ragged breath, and he was coming too, his cock twitching and pulsing in his hand.
He let out a heavy breath and pushed himself off the wall. Scorpius leaned against it, eyes closed and jelly-legged. His face was red and his hair was sticking to his face again. With the skirt pushed up, his legs barely holding him up, Albus couldn’t help it - he thought, ‘But Merlin, you look fuck-able.’
Scorpius looked up at him suddenly. Al mentally apologized, quickly, and turned away to flop onto his bed. He glanced at the clock. It was five after midnight.
“You can change now,” he said before burying his face under his pillow.
*****
Not an hour after he fell asleep, Ginny was sitting on the edge of his bed hugging him hello.
“Hi Mum,” he said blearily.
“Go back to sleep,” she said, putting a cold hand to his cheek. “We’ll see you in the morning.”
“’Kay,” Al said, already sleeping. In the morning he would not remember the conversation, only the feeling of that hand cold against his face.
*****
“Please don’t make me dress as a bird with my dad here,” Al begged, first thing the next day. Downstairs, a majority or the Order, including the Malfoys, were standing around talking, all in high spirits due to a recent victory. Granny Weasley, as usual, was cooking up a feast.
“Nope. It’s not even an all-day dare. Just one quick thing. I decide when you do it, though.”
“Alright,” Al said, sounding relieved. “What is it?”
“I’ll tell you when it’s time,” Scorpius grinned.
They dressed and made their way downstairs. Rose and Hugo were on the couch talking to their Mum, who was listening with solemn eyes. Their dad stood behind her, giving her bunny ears and winking at Hugo.
Molly and Lucy were on Percy’s lap despite being much too big for it. Behind them, Audrey talked animatedly to Astoria Malfoy, whose hand was on Draco’s arm as if keeping him from bolting.
“Dad!” Scorpius cried, and ran over. He stopped just short of throwing his arms around his father, instead standing a foot away, grinning like a loon.
“Ah!” Draco said jovially, and Al was shocked by how different he looked when he smiled. “My son is officially a warrior, surviving months of solitude with Potter and Weasley spawn!”
“Let me tell you,” Scorpius said, and Al felt a rush of happiness to see Scorpius and his father interact without the social rules, “it was not easy. I’ve worked hard to keep my sanity. Especially with Gemma so busy keeping Fred going.”
Fred looked over at his name. Behind him, George hovered, looking worried. Angelina laughed, and teased him for being “over-protective”.
Next to George, Al caught sight of a familiar head of hair - it was turquoise.
“Teddy!” he called, making his way over. James was talking to him animatedly, his hands moving all over the place to emphasize his words.
“Hey James,” Al said.
“I missed you, baby brother,” James said warmly, ruffling his hair and walking away.
Behind Teddy, Gemma was talking to Ginny quietly, glancing over a Fred every few minutes as if to make sure her patient was still alive.
“Ted,” Al said, “Where’s my dad?”
“Your dad?” Teddy asked distractedly. “Oh. He took Lily out for a while. He needed to buy some groceries, and she heard the word ‘shopping’ and latched onto his leg.”
“Oh,” Al said, feeling somewhat disappointed. “Alright. Thanks.”
It was hours later that Harry returned, bringing with him a happy Lily and a ton of packages. After unloading everything, Harry and George stood in the sitting room drinking Butterbeer. The younger kids had gone up to their rooms, leaving the adults still sitting around and talking, glad for a rest.
‘Go upstairs,’ Scorpius’s voice commanded Al silently. ‘I’ll tell you the rest when you get there.’
“-so you really had no way of knowing they were going to make a come-back, I mean the whole first half was rubbish,” Harry was saying to George as Al suddenly streaked by them, down to the entryway, back up through the sitting room and up the stairs, with his arms above his head, completely starkers.
“Was that your boy who just came barreling through here?” George asked amiably, taking a sip of his Butterbeer.
Harry, looking slightly shell-shocked, nodded.
From below them, Ginny began bellowing for Albus to get his “naked arse down here right this instant” so she could “beat it senseless”.
George nodded too. “Nice healthy set of knackers on him, yeah?”
****
When Al woke up the next morning, Scorpius’s bed was empty. He rolled on his back and thought about everything that had transpired between them in the past few days. Things were changing between them, and it scared Al more than he wanted to admit. A chemistry between them had been stirred up, a magnetic pull, so when they walked past each other Albus felt drawn to brush a hand along Scorpius’s arm, or if they sat across the table from one another, it only took one look and Scorpius’s face would flush as the images raced between their minds.
Now with all of their families here for a few days, Al worried that something small would pass between them, and now that the house was not so empty it wouldn’t go unnoticed as it had so often before.
‘You in the shower, mate?’ Al thought.
‘Not in yet,’ Scorpius answered. ‘Water’s taking a bloody century to heat up.’
‘Don’t lock the door,’ Al said, and there was incriminating silence from Scorpius. Al grinned to himself.
After waiting a few minutes - he’d wanted to wait much longer to make Scorpius get antsy, but the truth was he was already antsy himself and couldn’t wait another second - he ducked into the bathroom, making sure no one saw him go. He locked the door behind him and walked over to the shower. The curtain was closed, and Al reached over and opened it, pushing it out of the way.
In the water, Scorpius looked absolutely delectable. His hair was darkened by the water, his eyes were wet-rimmed, water sluiced down his chest and stomach, pooling in the nest of curls above his prick.
“How did we shower together in Slytherin for five years without me noticing how hot you are?” Al asked quietly. Scorpius laughed a stilted laugh, feeling awkward. In all of their encounters, they’d always had at least some form of clothing on. Until now.
“You’re crazy,” Scorpius said, ducking his head, causing the cascade of water to slide over his face. He brought his head back up, blowing out with his mouth, spraying Albus slightly.
Al leaned forward suddenly, tugging his hand through Scorpius’s wet hair, down his chest, landing on his hip. He leaned in and whispered, “I dare you not to touch me all day.” Then he turned and left the loo, heading into their room to change.
*****
It was really easy, in Scorpius’s opinion. He didn’t even have to avoid Al - all he had to do was act. Act like the last few months had never happened, and Al was That Potter Kid again. He even managed to dredge up some of the old feelings of disdain.
In fact, he had no problem until sometime between dinner and bed. He was heading down the hallway towards the bathroom as Al came the opposite way from Rose’s room to go down the stairs. They stopped, facing each other. Al’s eyes were black in the dim hallway, shadows cast harshly across his face. Scorpius felt a tug in his chest.
Scorpius looked at him a little closer and noticed that his eyes seemed wet. He reached up without thinking, meaning to reassure, comfort. Albus ducked away from the hand.
“You’ll lose the dare,” he said, his voice thick, and he hurried past Scorpius and down the stairs.
When Scorpius went in to go to bed that night, Al was curled up on his own bed, staring blankly at the window.
“Al?” Scorpius said gently.
“I’m not talking about it,” Al said fiercely.
Scorpius locked the door - he never knew when Al would accost him, and with their families roaming, he didn’t want anyone walking in.
“Okay,” he said, understanding. Instead, he sat silently on the bed next to Al. Wordlessly, keeping his mind blank, he held out his hand, palm up. An invitation.
Al stared at it for a long, tense moment before placing his hand on Scorpius’s. Scorpius gave it a quick squeeze and shifted over so their sides were touching.
“It’s all gonna be fine,” he promised quietly.
“It already is,” Al said.
*****
Eventually their hands dropped and they just lay there side by side. Scorpius felt himself drifting off, and he felt Al’s legs twitch every so often, a sign he was starting to nod off as well.
“I dare you to let me sleep here tonight,” Scorpius said.
“Alright,” Al yawned. “Go lock the door.”
“It’s already locked.”
Al gave him a look. “Planning on another wank session?”
“Not planning. Just… being careful. A Slytherin is always prepared.”
Al took that in. “No, I’m pretty sure that’s not a Slytherin trait. Not even close.”
“Well it sounded good, so sod off,” Scorpius said, pushing his legs under the blankets and laying down. Al did the same, pulling the blankets up to his chin.
Scorpius shifted over a little so their sides were touching. It only took minutes for him to fall asleep.
*****
“We’ve got the interrogation package from Jasper Grieg,” Ginny told the adults, who were gathered in the kitchen. “They’ve found the location of two rather large camps not far from one another and they want us to split up and attack immediately.”
“Are they giving us more specific instructions?” Harry asked, feeling grateful that in this war they had people planning and strategizing for them.
“Of course,” Ginny said. “They’re waiting for us to get there so they can do that.”
“Let’s go!” Fred said.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Angelina and Gemma said firmly, in unison.
“Aw, he’s fine now, let him fight!” James argued.
“You can rest at home if you don’t want to stay here any longer,” George said firmly, “but you are not coming to fight yet.”
“I’ll stay here,” Fred said, casting a quick glance at Gemma. “It’d be too lonely at home.”
“Alright,” Harry said. “I’ll leave a note on the table for the kids, and then we can go, yeah?”
*****
When Scorpius woke up, he felt instantly wrong. The bed had been warm all night, he had felt pleasant and comfortable. Now it was cold and empty. He opened his eyes.
“This is not my bed,” he said to himself.
“No, it’s mine,” Al replied, having just come in from his shower. He tossed his damp towel onto Scorpius’s face. “Everyone’s gone.”
“What?” Scorpius asked.
“Our families. My dad left a note. They split up, they’re attacking two major camps they found.”
“Oh,” Scorpius said. “Great. More of the waiting game.”
There was a knock at the door, and Scorpius scrambled over to his own bed.
“It’s open,” Al called.
Rose came in, holding out an envelope. “Owl for you, Scorpius.”
“Oh,” Scorpius said, reaching out for it. “Thanks, Rose.”
“Don’t mention it.” She turned and left, leaving Scorpius to open the owl, and Albus to sit on his bed and pretend he wasn’t curious.
“It’s from Alexandrie,” Scorpius said.
“Oh, your French lover?” Al asked, and his voice sounded bitter, surprising both of them.
“It’s like we’ve been living in a bubble,” Scorpius said as he read the brief letter, his voice horrified. “There have been almost a thousand deaths since I left France!”
Al grimaced. “It is like a bubble. I’d do anything to be able to help somehow.”
“We’ll have our chance,” Scorpius said confidently. “We’ll be legendary.”
Al smiled at him. “Yeah? Go out in a blaze of glory?”
“No way,” Scorpius said. “That’s for the Gryffindors. We’ll go down as famous for being the most awesome, smartest, most important spies ever in the world.”
“My second namesake would be proud,” Al quipped.
Lily and Roxanne appeared in the doorway.
“Roxanne wants her thong back,” Lily said, both of them giggling madly.
Scorpius nodded at the pile of clothes that had been on the floor since the day he’d had to wear them. “It’s all yours,” he said.
Still giggling, they grabbed the clothes and hurried out.
“Oh,” Scorpius said, “and by the way. Alexandrie was not my lover, you complete arsehole!”
Yeah, sure,” Al said, but he was smiling.
*****
‘Come upstairs with me,’ Al thought, his eyes twinkling.
Scorpius looked up from his game of Scrabble with Rose. ‘No,’ he replied. ‘I’m winning, and I have a really good word.’
‘Fine,’ Al thought, unable to keep the smirk off of his face. ‘I’ll go upstairs and take care of things without you.’
Scorpius gulped. ‘I’ll be up as soon as I win.’
Al didn’t respond, only standing and making his way towards the stairs, hips swinging. Scorpius rolled his eyes and put down his word.
“Zygote?” Rose said. “Seriously?”
Scorpius grinned. “Want to forfeit? I wouldn’t hold it against you.”
Rose looked at the board and then her letters, calculating. “Actually, yes,” she said, musing. “I think if we keep playing you’ll triple my score. I feel like I’m failing Rowena Ravenclaw. She’s turning over in her grave right now.”
“Salazar Slytherin is cackling from his,” Scorpius grinned.
“It won’t have been the first time,” Rose said, and Scorpius laughed.
“I’m gonna go nap for a while,” he said. “Rematch later?”
“Only if we take out all of the Z’s. Or give them to me,” Rose said.
“Yeah, sure,” Scorpius said, his mind already on Al upstairs, and what he was probably doing as he waited for Scorpius to join him.
He was wrong - when he opened the door, Al was sitting on the edge of his own bed, hands clasped in his lap.
“Al?”
Al looked up. “Oh. Hey. I thought that would take longer.”
“She gave up.”
“Wow. Rose gave up?”
“I had ‘zygote’ on a triple word score.”
“…Well that makes sense, then.”
“So,” Scorpius said. “Why’d you want me to come up here?”
Al grinned, a now-familiar gleam in his eye. “Is the door locked?”
Scorpius huffed, pretending to be irritated. “You’re insatiable.”
Al laughed. “It’s been days! Almost a week, practically!”
“Poor dear,” Scorpius said sarcastically, and went to lock the door.
When he returned, Al’s shirt and boxers were on the floor, leaving him in only his flannel pajama pants.
Scorpius gulped apprehensively, a stir of excitement in the pit of his stomach. Al grabbed Scorpius’s arms and rolled them so Scorpius was on his back with Al above him.
“Why am I always on the bottom?” he asked petulantly, and Al snorted wildly.
“What?” Scorpius asked naively. “Why was that funny?”
“You’re such an innocent,” Al said, and then ghosted his fingers, followed by his mouth blowing hot air, down Scorpius’s chest and down to his crotch. Al deftly unzipped Scorpius’s denims and slid them and his boxers down, leaving Scorpius’s erect cock exposed.
Al ghosted his mouth near it, and Scorpius felt like his skin was exploding in the most brilliant way.
“Scorpius,” Al whispered, “can I? Please?”
Scorpius hesitated. ‘On one hand, I bet it’d feel amazing -’
“It will,” Al promised in a whisper.
‘-but I’d always wanted to wait for a girl-’
“A mouth’s a mouth, mate, it’s gonna feel exactly the same.”
‘-a girlfriend who really cares about me. You won’t even let us talk about what’s going on.. I really want this to be with someone who cares about me.’
“Are you done with your moral spiel?” Al asked dryly, his voice still low.
“I don’t know, Al,” Scorpius said, body fighting mind. “I feel a bit used here, to be honest. This isn’t something I’ve ever wanted to do without a real relationship to back it up.”
Al slithered back up so their bodies were even. He reached down and rubbed the heel of his hand firmly down the length of Scorpius’s cock, making Scorpius lift his hips off the bed to press into the touch.
“Come on, Scorpius,” Al whispered, his mouth centimeters from Scorpius’s ear. “Don’t be such a girl. Just think about it.” Al pictured it in his mind - Scorpius’s prick solid against his tongue, his hands tight on Scorpius’s thighs, Scorpius’s head thrown back with his eyes squeezed shut, his fingers laced painfully tight in Al’s hair, a high keening noise escaping from his lips. In his mind, Al’s head bobbed, and Scorpius’s hips twitched, trying to delve deeper into the warmth of Al’s mouth, whimpering and gasping.
“Okay,” Scorpius gasped, “fine.”
Al grinned, moving back down so his head was level with Scorpius’s crotch. Scorpius leaned up on his elbows, eyes on Al silently and seriously. Al’s breath was on his cock, and Scorpius curled his toes because if that felt so good, in a few seconds it was going to be -
“Sweet Merlin,” Scorpius whimpered, because Al had just closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened his eyes again, and licked a stripe up the underside of Scorpius’s prick.
‘Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come,’ Scorpius chanted silently, jaw clenched with the effort. The trail of saliva was cooling, and Al’s breath was on it for a moment just long enough to make Scorpius shiver violently before Al’s lips slid past the tip and he was sucking hard, tongue working around the head, leaving Scorpius whimpering and gasping.
‘Is it good?’ Al thought, and even in his mind he sounded wholly insecure, and rather vulnerable.
‘You don’t even know,’ Scorpius managed, moaning aloud as Al began to take more into his mouth and Scorpius was overcome with heat and wet and good and Al’s head was moving and Scorpius’s hands were in Al’s hair pushing his head down and Al’s tongue hadn’t been still a second and his lips were tight and suddenly he was sucking harder and Scorpius glanced down and noticed that Al‘s hand was swiftly working his own cock and oh-
“Al,” Scorpius choked out, shutting his eyes and groaning loud through clenched teeth, clutching Al’s shoulders hard enough to leave marks as his eyes rolled back in his head.
When he could see again, Scorpius sat up, panting and looking at Al. He was grimacing at the taste and rubbing his shoulder where Scorpius‘s fingers had dug in. He was flushed, and still hard.
“Sorry I couldn’t warn you in time,” Scorpius said sheepishly. “Was it really bad?”
“No,” Albus said. “It’s fine.”
“D’you want me,” Scorpius cleared his throat, “want me to uh…” he gestured and Al’s crotch.
“Merlin, yes,” Al said, and he stood, allowing Scorpius to climb down from the bed and kneel before him.
Scorpius hesitated, and Al took over, taking Scorpius roughly by the hair and pulling his head closer to his painfully hard cock. A thrill rose in both of them, dashed between their minds. Wordlessly, their brains computed together - is this okay? You like this? I like it too. I won’t really hurt you.
Scorpius opened his mouth and took in as much of Al’s cock as he could. He tightened his lips and sucked hard, Al’s hand tightening in his hair.
Al was already on the edge from getting Scorpius off, and it was only moments later that he managed a silent warning and dropped his hands from Scorpius’s head, clenching two tight fists. Scorpius managed to turn his face just in time to get the first string of spunk straight to his cheek, the next hitting his chin, and then his shoulder. Al shuddered, hunching over with the force of his orgasm, and took a deep breath, straightening back up.
“You should see yourself,” he said, plopping onto his bed and searching around for a towel or something to give to Scorpius to wipe the spunk away with and put his pajamas back on. Scorpius remained still, eyes cast down and face burning under the cooling substance on his face. He wiped it away with his hand and then on the old t-shirt Al handed him, and then stood, pulling his pajamas on, feeling shamed.
Al, reading his face and mind, was taken aback. “Scorpius? Are you okay? Did I hurt you somehow?”
Scorpius shook his head silently, his back to Albus, who was growing more and more concerned by the second.
“I feel cheap,” he said, finally. “There’s something about someone shooting their load onto your face that acts as a wake-up call. I don’t want this. I don’t want to be… your play thing to keep you entertained while you’re cooped up.”
Al made a noise of indignant disbelief. “It’s not like you’re not getting anything out of it. I’m not using you, we’re doing something together.”
“But we’re not together!” Scorpius said, “You won’t ever let us talk about it after -”
“No, Scorpius. I won’t, and that means now too.”
“Just one conversation, Albus, grow a pair and talk to me about what’s going on. You have to face reality sometime! We are getting involved somehow, and we need to work things out-”
“No. We are not talking about it. We don’t have to talk about it. We can just let it happen. There‘s nothing wrong with that!”
“We need to communicate -”
“We don’t need to communicate. We can hear everything the other is thinking -”
“I know! I can hear exactly what you want! You just want to kiss me, pull my hair, get under my shirt, attack my neck, to fuck -”
“And I know what you want!” Al yelled. “To hold hands under the table, to snuggle in bed after dark, to whisper sweet nothings, to make love -”
“And why is that a problem?” Scorpius bellowed, red-faced and narrow-eyed.
“Because! It’s feelings, it’s real, it makes us something that I don’t think I’m willing to be!”
There was a throat clearing and a foot shuffling at the door. Albus and Scorpius looked up, both red in the face from yelling, to find Rose, Lily, Roxanne, the twins, and Louis in the doorway, peering in, shamefaced.
“I swear on all things Holy and Good, if you lot aren’t out of here in three seconds pretending you didn’t hear a word, I will curse you so hard and fast you’ll never set foot out of St. Mungo’s again,” Albus said, his voice low and dangerous.
Scorpius would have guessed it would be Rose to herd everyone away, but it was Lily who began pushing gently at the younger kids.
“Go on,” she said quietly. “Leave them alone.” With a nod, she left, shutting the door gently behind her.
“That,” Albus hissed, turning back to Scorpius with blazing eyes. “That is why we don’t talk about it.”
Author: Kimberry531/Clandestinelle (same person)
Rating: R
Pairing: Al/Scorpius
Word Count: 52,207 total; ~5k this chapter.
Summary: In the middle of his quest to find and master the Elder Wand which his father didn’t want, Al finds his family in the midst of a second Wizarding war. While in hiding, Al finds himself struggling to fight against feelings for one of the other refugees - blonde, sweet, innocent Scorpius Malfoy. However, when the war takes a turn for the worse, Al finds that he suddenly has bigger problems than his heart, and the two must embark on a frightening adventure fit only for Gryffindor idiots.
Notes: This fic is COMPLETE and will be updated every Monday and every Friday.
Dedication: Rosa, Slashfiend337, for getting me out of my two-month pit of despair of the last chapter and setting it straight within thirty minutes. Owe her my soul. And this fic.
“On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous
Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout
Parais qu'le bonheur est à portée de main,
Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou
I’m told that fate makes fun of us,
That it gives us nothing and promises everything,
When happiness seems to be within our grasp,
We reach out and find ourselves like fools”
- Carla Bruni
“Lily,” Al said, “I’ve got a favor to ask you.”
Lily stopped braiding her hair and met her brother’s eyes in the mirror she was facing. “Oh?”
“Yeah. Scorpius lost a bet to me.”
“And?”
“And since I won, he has to parade around in girls’ clothing for the day.”
“Use Rose’s,” Lily said, going back to her braid. From over on her bed, Roxanne looked up from her copy of Wicked Witches magazine to listen.
“How boring is that,” Al complained. “She doesn’t wear girly stuff. I’m talking all-out here, underwear, make-up, everything.”
“Oh, this could be fun,” Roxanne said. She got up and began rifling through her trunk. “How about a denim mini-skirt?”
“Perfect,” Al grinned.
“I have a blue camisole that’d probably fit him,” Lily said thoughtfully.
“Find him panties,” Al said devilishly. “I’ll go get him.”
He returned shortly with Scorpius in tow. Roxanne grinned at him and held up a black g-string between her thumb and forefinger. “Here you go, Malfoy,” she said sweetly.
Al shot Lily a dark glance. “That had better belong to Roxanne.”
“Fuck off.” Lily stood next to her bed. “Alright, we have the mini-skirt, the camisole, and the thong. Need help with his make-up?”
“You know I do,” Al said graciously. “But first you two need to leave while he gets the thong on. He’s a bit shy about letting people see his junk.”
Lily and Roxanne burst into giggles and tumbled into the hallway, shutting the door behind them. Al walked over quietly and locked it.
“Alright,” he said softly, turning back to Scorpius. “You know what to do. I’ll turn away while you change, yeah?”
“Thanks ever so,” Scorpius drawled, and Al could hear the shift of clothes happening behind him.
“Alright,” Scorpius said finally. “I’m dressed.”
Al turned around and had to close his eyes against the sight assaulting him. Scorpius’s knees were making his own feel weak.
The blue camisole fit Scorpius like a second skin, showing off his slender figure, his bony shoulders, the hollow at the base of his throat. The mini-skirt hung mid-thigh on him, leaving his legs bare and exposed.
Al barely managed to swallow. He found himself striding forward and stealing Scorpius’s mouth in a searing, but brief, kiss. “I have to make sure you really have it on,” he said and slid his hand up the back of Scorpius’s leg under the skirt. The fact that Scorpius’s legs were trembling was not lost on Al as he felt the thin slip of material disappear between rounder-than-Al-would-have-imagined-them-to-be globes.
“There,” Scorpius said, face burning, as it had been so often lately. “You know I’m wearing it. Let the girls back in and let’s finish this.”
Feeling slightly dizzy, Al went and unlocked the door. The girls hurried back in and made quick work of sitting Scorpius down at the vanity and getting his hair up into pigtails.
“My sister cannot know about this, got it?” Scorpius said darkly, as Roxanne held up a few tubes of lipstick, clearly trying to decide the best colour for his complexion.
“Fred woke up not that long ago,” Al said. “He’s coming in and out - mostly out - so she’s going to have her hands full for a while. Don’t worry.”
“Close your eyes,” Lily said, and she leaned forward to concentrate as she lined his eyes with kohl.
“I don’t know, Lily,” Roxanne said. “I can’t decide between Commotion Potion, Frog’s Tongue Pink, or just a clear gloss. His lips are such a pretty colour on their own…”
“I like Commotion Potion,” Al said, grinning.
“You don’t even know which one that is,” Scorpius said, and Lily shushed him, licking her finger and wiping away the smudge his movement had caused.
“Mmm, the pink one,” Lily said, sitting up. “I’m all done here, so once you’ve done that, we have ourselves a Drag Queen.”
“I may never forgive you for this, Potter,” Scorpius said, or tried to say, as Roxanne rubbed pink lip gloss along his mouth.
“Potter?” Al said. “Ouch. I’m hurt.”
“Now what?” Lily asked.
“Now nothing,” Al said. “We just go about our day as normal. Scorpius just can’t change out of this until midnight.”
Scorpius muttered darkly and fled to their room, where he shut the door tightly.
Around noon, he opened the door a crack. “Louis! Louis! Pssst, Louis!”
Louis opened his door and glanced around. “Malfoy?”
“Yeah. Listen, can you do me a favor?”
“Why are you hiding behind the door?”
“I can’t let anyone see me right now. Can you go down and get me lunch and bring it up here?”
“But why can’t you? Why can’t anyone see you?” Louis asked persistently, pushing on the door a little.
Scorpius pushed back. “I need to stay hidden. Please just get me lunch?”
“Are you wearing make-up?” Louis asked, peering through the door.
“No. Lunch, Louis? Please?”
“Yeah, fine,” Louis said, giving up on trying to catch a glimpse of Scorpius’s face. He turned and headed down the stairs. On the way down, he bumped into Hugo.
“Remember how we’re supposed to be open and accepting?” Louis asked, blonde curls bobbing slightly.
“Uh, to Albus and Scorpius when they‘re acting loony? Yeah.”
“Do we still have to be accepting when they’re wearing make-up and mini-skirts?”
Granny Weasley spent half an hour mending the bruises along Hugo’s body after he fell down the stairs in shock.
*****
Al, in his defense, let Scorpius hide in their room, even going so far as to bring him a stack of books to read without being asked. He stayed away, also, spending the day with Rose. Scorpius wasn’t sure whether this was due to Rose’s apparent jealousy, or because Scorpius was so clearly mortified. His mind revealed nothing.
At almost midnight, Al headed up to their room.
“Please let me change early,” Scorpius said, glancing at the clock. “I’d only be missing twenty minutes of the dare.”
“I don’t want to let you off a dare again,” Al said. “But how about I make that last twenty minutes a little more enjoyable?”
Scorpius stared at him blankly, but his eventual realization was obvious when a blush attacked his face.
“Alright,” he said, his voice slightly breathy.
Al walked over to him slowly and stood a few inches away, heat radiating between them. He leaned forward slightly so he was breathing on Scorpius’s neck, but not touching him in any way.
Al’s breath ghosted down to his bare shoulders, and Scorpius felt goosebumps raise along his arms. He ached for Al to touch him, do something, anything. He felt himself grow rock hard, creating a tent with Lily’s skirt.
Al licked a small circle on Scorpius’s neck and then blew on it briefly, causing Scorpius to shiver violently. Slowly, Al straightened back up and moved his hands firmly to Scorpius’s hips.
Carefully, moving slowly and watching Scorpius’s face for any negative emotions, he slowly slid his hand up Scorpius’s inner thigh, moving over the obvious bulge, until his hand was on his hip under the skirt. Still slowly, he pulled the black G-string down, until it fell to Scorpius’s ankles. He ran his hand back up to where it had come from, caressing Scorpius’s balls briefly before moving up to his cock.
‘Hello, again,’ Al thought, as he curled his fist around the hard flesh and began working it up and down. ‘Hey,’ he thought suddenly, ‘you’re not circumcised?’
‘Nah,’ Scorpius thought back somewhat desperately, his hands coming up to Al’s shoulders. ‘It’s a pureblood thing. Or an old-school pureblood thing, most of them probably don’t do it anymore.’
‘I didn’t notice last time,’ Al thought, and suddenly tugged harder, eliciting a whimper of desperation from Scorpius, who closed his eyes.
‘It’s cause you b-barely t-touched me last time,’ Scorpius thought, chewing on his lip and pushing himself into Al’s rough hand. ‘Before you had that brilliant idea.’
Al let go and stepped away. “Brilliant, huh? Want something even more brilliant?”
“Yes!” Scorpius squeaked, and Al backed him up to the closest wall, working on his zipper. Getting the idea early, Scorpius pulled his skirt up to his stomach to expose his cock. Al pressed his body along Scorpius’s, hard and solid, and rocked his hips.
“Holy motherfucking shit,” Scorpius hissed, throwing his head back. The sheer heat from Albus’s cock, now no clothes between them, was unbelievable.
“Does your daddy know you talk like that when there’s another prick involved?” Al asked in a low voice, pushing slowly and roughly against Scorpius’s hips.
“There’s n-never been another…” Scorpius trailed off into a moan as Al lowered a hand and wrapped it around both of their pricks, pulling them together.
“Al, shit,” Scorpius gasped suddenly, hips bucking. He bit down on his lip, hard, and Al closed his eyes and leaned in against Scorpius’s chest as he felt the blond’s spunk leak onto his hand. He took a ragged breath, and he was coming too, his cock twitching and pulsing in his hand.
He let out a heavy breath and pushed himself off the wall. Scorpius leaned against it, eyes closed and jelly-legged. His face was red and his hair was sticking to his face again. With the skirt pushed up, his legs barely holding him up, Albus couldn’t help it - he thought, ‘But Merlin, you look fuck-able.’
Scorpius looked up at him suddenly. Al mentally apologized, quickly, and turned away to flop onto his bed. He glanced at the clock. It was five after midnight.
“You can change now,” he said before burying his face under his pillow.
*****
Not an hour after he fell asleep, Ginny was sitting on the edge of his bed hugging him hello.
“Hi Mum,” he said blearily.
“Go back to sleep,” she said, putting a cold hand to his cheek. “We’ll see you in the morning.”
“’Kay,” Al said, already sleeping. In the morning he would not remember the conversation, only the feeling of that hand cold against his face.
*****
“Please don’t make me dress as a bird with my dad here,” Al begged, first thing the next day. Downstairs, a majority or the Order, including the Malfoys, were standing around talking, all in high spirits due to a recent victory. Granny Weasley, as usual, was cooking up a feast.
“Nope. It’s not even an all-day dare. Just one quick thing. I decide when you do it, though.”
“Alright,” Al said, sounding relieved. “What is it?”
“I’ll tell you when it’s time,” Scorpius grinned.
They dressed and made their way downstairs. Rose and Hugo were on the couch talking to their Mum, who was listening with solemn eyes. Their dad stood behind her, giving her bunny ears and winking at Hugo.
Molly and Lucy were on Percy’s lap despite being much too big for it. Behind them, Audrey talked animatedly to Astoria Malfoy, whose hand was on Draco’s arm as if keeping him from bolting.
“Dad!” Scorpius cried, and ran over. He stopped just short of throwing his arms around his father, instead standing a foot away, grinning like a loon.
“Ah!” Draco said jovially, and Al was shocked by how different he looked when he smiled. “My son is officially a warrior, surviving months of solitude with Potter and Weasley spawn!”
“Let me tell you,” Scorpius said, and Al felt a rush of happiness to see Scorpius and his father interact without the social rules, “it was not easy. I’ve worked hard to keep my sanity. Especially with Gemma so busy keeping Fred going.”
Fred looked over at his name. Behind him, George hovered, looking worried. Angelina laughed, and teased him for being “over-protective”.
Next to George, Al caught sight of a familiar head of hair - it was turquoise.
“Teddy!” he called, making his way over. James was talking to him animatedly, his hands moving all over the place to emphasize his words.
“Hey James,” Al said.
“I missed you, baby brother,” James said warmly, ruffling his hair and walking away.
Behind Teddy, Gemma was talking to Ginny quietly, glancing over a Fred every few minutes as if to make sure her patient was still alive.
“Ted,” Al said, “Where’s my dad?”
“Your dad?” Teddy asked distractedly. “Oh. He took Lily out for a while. He needed to buy some groceries, and she heard the word ‘shopping’ and latched onto his leg.”
“Oh,” Al said, feeling somewhat disappointed. “Alright. Thanks.”
It was hours later that Harry returned, bringing with him a happy Lily and a ton of packages. After unloading everything, Harry and George stood in the sitting room drinking Butterbeer. The younger kids had gone up to their rooms, leaving the adults still sitting around and talking, glad for a rest.
‘Go upstairs,’ Scorpius’s voice commanded Al silently. ‘I’ll tell you the rest when you get there.’
“-so you really had no way of knowing they were going to make a come-back, I mean the whole first half was rubbish,” Harry was saying to George as Al suddenly streaked by them, down to the entryway, back up through the sitting room and up the stairs, with his arms above his head, completely starkers.
“Was that your boy who just came barreling through here?” George asked amiably, taking a sip of his Butterbeer.
Harry, looking slightly shell-shocked, nodded.
From below them, Ginny began bellowing for Albus to get his “naked arse down here right this instant” so she could “beat it senseless”.
George nodded too. “Nice healthy set of knackers on him, yeah?”
****
When Al woke up the next morning, Scorpius’s bed was empty. He rolled on his back and thought about everything that had transpired between them in the past few days. Things were changing between them, and it scared Al more than he wanted to admit. A chemistry between them had been stirred up, a magnetic pull, so when they walked past each other Albus felt drawn to brush a hand along Scorpius’s arm, or if they sat across the table from one another, it only took one look and Scorpius’s face would flush as the images raced between their minds.
Now with all of their families here for a few days, Al worried that something small would pass between them, and now that the house was not so empty it wouldn’t go unnoticed as it had so often before.
‘You in the shower, mate?’ Al thought.
‘Not in yet,’ Scorpius answered. ‘Water’s taking a bloody century to heat up.’
‘Don’t lock the door,’ Al said, and there was incriminating silence from Scorpius. Al grinned to himself.
After waiting a few minutes - he’d wanted to wait much longer to make Scorpius get antsy, but the truth was he was already antsy himself and couldn’t wait another second - he ducked into the bathroom, making sure no one saw him go. He locked the door behind him and walked over to the shower. The curtain was closed, and Al reached over and opened it, pushing it out of the way.
In the water, Scorpius looked absolutely delectable. His hair was darkened by the water, his eyes were wet-rimmed, water sluiced down his chest and stomach, pooling in the nest of curls above his prick.
“How did we shower together in Slytherin for five years without me noticing how hot you are?” Al asked quietly. Scorpius laughed a stilted laugh, feeling awkward. In all of their encounters, they’d always had at least some form of clothing on. Until now.
“You’re crazy,” Scorpius said, ducking his head, causing the cascade of water to slide over his face. He brought his head back up, blowing out with his mouth, spraying Albus slightly.
Al leaned forward suddenly, tugging his hand through Scorpius’s wet hair, down his chest, landing on his hip. He leaned in and whispered, “I dare you not to touch me all day.” Then he turned and left the loo, heading into their room to change.
*****
It was really easy, in Scorpius’s opinion. He didn’t even have to avoid Al - all he had to do was act. Act like the last few months had never happened, and Al was That Potter Kid again. He even managed to dredge up some of the old feelings of disdain.
In fact, he had no problem until sometime between dinner and bed. He was heading down the hallway towards the bathroom as Al came the opposite way from Rose’s room to go down the stairs. They stopped, facing each other. Al’s eyes were black in the dim hallway, shadows cast harshly across his face. Scorpius felt a tug in his chest.
Scorpius looked at him a little closer and noticed that his eyes seemed wet. He reached up without thinking, meaning to reassure, comfort. Albus ducked away from the hand.
“You’ll lose the dare,” he said, his voice thick, and he hurried past Scorpius and down the stairs.
When Scorpius went in to go to bed that night, Al was curled up on his own bed, staring blankly at the window.
“Al?” Scorpius said gently.
“I’m not talking about it,” Al said fiercely.
Scorpius locked the door - he never knew when Al would accost him, and with their families roaming, he didn’t want anyone walking in.
“Okay,” he said, understanding. Instead, he sat silently on the bed next to Al. Wordlessly, keeping his mind blank, he held out his hand, palm up. An invitation.
Al stared at it for a long, tense moment before placing his hand on Scorpius’s. Scorpius gave it a quick squeeze and shifted over so their sides were touching.
“It’s all gonna be fine,” he promised quietly.
“It already is,” Al said.
*****
Eventually their hands dropped and they just lay there side by side. Scorpius felt himself drifting off, and he felt Al’s legs twitch every so often, a sign he was starting to nod off as well.
“I dare you to let me sleep here tonight,” Scorpius said.
“Alright,” Al yawned. “Go lock the door.”
“It’s already locked.”
Al gave him a look. “Planning on another wank session?”
“Not planning. Just… being careful. A Slytherin is always prepared.”
Al took that in. “No, I’m pretty sure that’s not a Slytherin trait. Not even close.”
“Well it sounded good, so sod off,” Scorpius said, pushing his legs under the blankets and laying down. Al did the same, pulling the blankets up to his chin.
Scorpius shifted over a little so their sides were touching. It only took minutes for him to fall asleep.
*****
“We’ve got the interrogation package from Jasper Grieg,” Ginny told the adults, who were gathered in the kitchen. “They’ve found the location of two rather large camps not far from one another and they want us to split up and attack immediately.”
“Are they giving us more specific instructions?” Harry asked, feeling grateful that in this war they had people planning and strategizing for them.
“Of course,” Ginny said. “They’re waiting for us to get there so they can do that.”
“Let’s go!” Fred said.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Angelina and Gemma said firmly, in unison.
“Aw, he’s fine now, let him fight!” James argued.
“You can rest at home if you don’t want to stay here any longer,” George said firmly, “but you are not coming to fight yet.”
“I’ll stay here,” Fred said, casting a quick glance at Gemma. “It’d be too lonely at home.”
“Alright,” Harry said. “I’ll leave a note on the table for the kids, and then we can go, yeah?”
*****
When Scorpius woke up, he felt instantly wrong. The bed had been warm all night, he had felt pleasant and comfortable. Now it was cold and empty. He opened his eyes.
“This is not my bed,” he said to himself.
“No, it’s mine,” Al replied, having just come in from his shower. He tossed his damp towel onto Scorpius’s face. “Everyone’s gone.”
“What?” Scorpius asked.
“Our families. My dad left a note. They split up, they’re attacking two major camps they found.”
“Oh,” Scorpius said. “Great. More of the waiting game.”
There was a knock at the door, and Scorpius scrambled over to his own bed.
“It’s open,” Al called.
Rose came in, holding out an envelope. “Owl for you, Scorpius.”
“Oh,” Scorpius said, reaching out for it. “Thanks, Rose.”
“Don’t mention it.” She turned and left, leaving Scorpius to open the owl, and Albus to sit on his bed and pretend he wasn’t curious.
“It’s from Alexandrie,” Scorpius said.
“Oh, your French lover?” Al asked, and his voice sounded bitter, surprising both of them.
“It’s like we’ve been living in a bubble,” Scorpius said as he read the brief letter, his voice horrified. “There have been almost a thousand deaths since I left France!”
Al grimaced. “It is like a bubble. I’d do anything to be able to help somehow.”
“We’ll have our chance,” Scorpius said confidently. “We’ll be legendary.”
Al smiled at him. “Yeah? Go out in a blaze of glory?”
“No way,” Scorpius said. “That’s for the Gryffindors. We’ll go down as famous for being the most awesome, smartest, most important spies ever in the world.”
“My second namesake would be proud,” Al quipped.
Lily and Roxanne appeared in the doorway.
“Roxanne wants her thong back,” Lily said, both of them giggling madly.
Scorpius nodded at the pile of clothes that had been on the floor since the day he’d had to wear them. “It’s all yours,” he said.
Still giggling, they grabbed the clothes and hurried out.
“Oh,” Scorpius said, “and by the way. Alexandrie was not my lover, you complete arsehole!”
Yeah, sure,” Al said, but he was smiling.
*****
‘Come upstairs with me,’ Al thought, his eyes twinkling.
Scorpius looked up from his game of Scrabble with Rose. ‘No,’ he replied. ‘I’m winning, and I have a really good word.’
‘Fine,’ Al thought, unable to keep the smirk off of his face. ‘I’ll go upstairs and take care of things without you.’
Scorpius gulped. ‘I’ll be up as soon as I win.’
Al didn’t respond, only standing and making his way towards the stairs, hips swinging. Scorpius rolled his eyes and put down his word.
“Zygote?” Rose said. “Seriously?”
Scorpius grinned. “Want to forfeit? I wouldn’t hold it against you.”
Rose looked at the board and then her letters, calculating. “Actually, yes,” she said, musing. “I think if we keep playing you’ll triple my score. I feel like I’m failing Rowena Ravenclaw. She’s turning over in her grave right now.”
“Salazar Slytherin is cackling from his,” Scorpius grinned.
“It won’t have been the first time,” Rose said, and Scorpius laughed.
“I’m gonna go nap for a while,” he said. “Rematch later?”
“Only if we take out all of the Z’s. Or give them to me,” Rose said.
“Yeah, sure,” Scorpius said, his mind already on Al upstairs, and what he was probably doing as he waited for Scorpius to join him.
He was wrong - when he opened the door, Al was sitting on the edge of his own bed, hands clasped in his lap.
“Al?”
Al looked up. “Oh. Hey. I thought that would take longer.”
“She gave up.”
“Wow. Rose gave up?”
“I had ‘zygote’ on a triple word score.”
“…Well that makes sense, then.”
“So,” Scorpius said. “Why’d you want me to come up here?”
Al grinned, a now-familiar gleam in his eye. “Is the door locked?”
Scorpius huffed, pretending to be irritated. “You’re insatiable.”
Al laughed. “It’s been days! Almost a week, practically!”
“Poor dear,” Scorpius said sarcastically, and went to lock the door.
When he returned, Al’s shirt and boxers were on the floor, leaving him in only his flannel pajama pants.
Scorpius gulped apprehensively, a stir of excitement in the pit of his stomach. Al grabbed Scorpius’s arms and rolled them so Scorpius was on his back with Al above him.
“Why am I always on the bottom?” he asked petulantly, and Al snorted wildly.
“What?” Scorpius asked naively. “Why was that funny?”
“You’re such an innocent,” Al said, and then ghosted his fingers, followed by his mouth blowing hot air, down Scorpius’s chest and down to his crotch. Al deftly unzipped Scorpius’s denims and slid them and his boxers down, leaving Scorpius’s erect cock exposed.
Al ghosted his mouth near it, and Scorpius felt like his skin was exploding in the most brilliant way.
“Scorpius,” Al whispered, “can I? Please?”
Scorpius hesitated. ‘On one hand, I bet it’d feel amazing -’
“It will,” Al promised in a whisper.
‘-but I’d always wanted to wait for a girl-’
“A mouth’s a mouth, mate, it’s gonna feel exactly the same.”
‘-a girlfriend who really cares about me. You won’t even let us talk about what’s going on.. I really want this to be with someone who cares about me.’
“Are you done with your moral spiel?” Al asked dryly, his voice still low.
“I don’t know, Al,” Scorpius said, body fighting mind. “I feel a bit used here, to be honest. This isn’t something I’ve ever wanted to do without a real relationship to back it up.”
Al slithered back up so their bodies were even. He reached down and rubbed the heel of his hand firmly down the length of Scorpius’s cock, making Scorpius lift his hips off the bed to press into the touch.
“Come on, Scorpius,” Al whispered, his mouth centimeters from Scorpius’s ear. “Don’t be such a girl. Just think about it.” Al pictured it in his mind - Scorpius’s prick solid against his tongue, his hands tight on Scorpius’s thighs, Scorpius’s head thrown back with his eyes squeezed shut, his fingers laced painfully tight in Al’s hair, a high keening noise escaping from his lips. In his mind, Al’s head bobbed, and Scorpius’s hips twitched, trying to delve deeper into the warmth of Al’s mouth, whimpering and gasping.
“Okay,” Scorpius gasped, “fine.”
Al grinned, moving back down so his head was level with Scorpius’s crotch. Scorpius leaned up on his elbows, eyes on Al silently and seriously. Al’s breath was on his cock, and Scorpius curled his toes because if that felt so good, in a few seconds it was going to be -
“Sweet Merlin,” Scorpius whimpered, because Al had just closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened his eyes again, and licked a stripe up the underside of Scorpius’s prick.
‘Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come,’ Scorpius chanted silently, jaw clenched with the effort. The trail of saliva was cooling, and Al’s breath was on it for a moment just long enough to make Scorpius shiver violently before Al’s lips slid past the tip and he was sucking hard, tongue working around the head, leaving Scorpius whimpering and gasping.
‘Is it good?’ Al thought, and even in his mind he sounded wholly insecure, and rather vulnerable.
‘You don’t even know,’ Scorpius managed, moaning aloud as Al began to take more into his mouth and Scorpius was overcome with heat and wet and good and Al’s head was moving and Scorpius’s hands were in Al’s hair pushing his head down and Al’s tongue hadn’t been still a second and his lips were tight and suddenly he was sucking harder and Scorpius glanced down and noticed that Al‘s hand was swiftly working his own cock and oh-
“Al,” Scorpius choked out, shutting his eyes and groaning loud through clenched teeth, clutching Al’s shoulders hard enough to leave marks as his eyes rolled back in his head.
When he could see again, Scorpius sat up, panting and looking at Al. He was grimacing at the taste and rubbing his shoulder where Scorpius‘s fingers had dug in. He was flushed, and still hard.
“Sorry I couldn’t warn you in time,” Scorpius said sheepishly. “Was it really bad?”
“No,” Albus said. “It’s fine.”
“D’you want me,” Scorpius cleared his throat, “want me to uh…” he gestured and Al’s crotch.
“Merlin, yes,” Al said, and he stood, allowing Scorpius to climb down from the bed and kneel before him.
Scorpius hesitated, and Al took over, taking Scorpius roughly by the hair and pulling his head closer to his painfully hard cock. A thrill rose in both of them, dashed between their minds. Wordlessly, their brains computed together - is this okay? You like this? I like it too. I won’t really hurt you.
Scorpius opened his mouth and took in as much of Al’s cock as he could. He tightened his lips and sucked hard, Al’s hand tightening in his hair.
Al was already on the edge from getting Scorpius off, and it was only moments later that he managed a silent warning and dropped his hands from Scorpius’s head, clenching two tight fists. Scorpius managed to turn his face just in time to get the first string of spunk straight to his cheek, the next hitting his chin, and then his shoulder. Al shuddered, hunching over with the force of his orgasm, and took a deep breath, straightening back up.
“You should see yourself,” he said, plopping onto his bed and searching around for a towel or something to give to Scorpius to wipe the spunk away with and put his pajamas back on. Scorpius remained still, eyes cast down and face burning under the cooling substance on his face. He wiped it away with his hand and then on the old t-shirt Al handed him, and then stood, pulling his pajamas on, feeling shamed.
Al, reading his face and mind, was taken aback. “Scorpius? Are you okay? Did I hurt you somehow?”
Scorpius shook his head silently, his back to Albus, who was growing more and more concerned by the second.
“I feel cheap,” he said, finally. “There’s something about someone shooting their load onto your face that acts as a wake-up call. I don’t want this. I don’t want to be… your play thing to keep you entertained while you’re cooped up.”
Al made a noise of indignant disbelief. “It’s not like you’re not getting anything out of it. I’m not using you, we’re doing something together.”
“But we’re not together!” Scorpius said, “You won’t ever let us talk about it after -”
“No, Scorpius. I won’t, and that means now too.”
“Just one conversation, Albus, grow a pair and talk to me about what’s going on. You have to face reality sometime! We are getting involved somehow, and we need to work things out-”
“No. We are not talking about it. We don’t have to talk about it. We can just let it happen. There‘s nothing wrong with that!”
“We need to communicate -”
“We don’t need to communicate. We can hear everything the other is thinking -”
“I know! I can hear exactly what you want! You just want to kiss me, pull my hair, get under my shirt, attack my neck, to fuck -”
“And I know what you want!” Al yelled. “To hold hands under the table, to snuggle in bed after dark, to whisper sweet nothings, to make love -”
“And why is that a problem?” Scorpius bellowed, red-faced and narrow-eyed.
“Because! It’s feelings, it’s real, it makes us something that I don’t think I’m willing to be!”
There was a throat clearing and a foot shuffling at the door. Albus and Scorpius looked up, both red in the face from yelling, to find Rose, Lily, Roxanne, the twins, and Louis in the doorway, peering in, shamefaced.
“I swear on all things Holy and Good, if you lot aren’t out of here in three seconds pretending you didn’t hear a word, I will curse you so hard and fast you’ll never set foot out of St. Mungo’s again,” Albus said, his voice low and dangerous.
Scorpius would have guessed it would be Rose to herd everyone away, but it was Lily who began pushing gently at the younger kids.
“Go on,” she said quietly. “Leave them alone.” With a nod, she left, shutting the door gently behind her.
“That,” Albus hissed, turning back to Scorpius with blazing eyes. “That is why we don’t talk about it.”