Voting! Week 21 - Albus Severus/Scorpius
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1. Do not vote for yourself and do not ask others to vote for you.
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5. Please remember the prompt when voting: knickers
6. Voting will close Thursday at 11:59pm EST
Results will be posted Friday. Have fun!
1.
Author: lisabird
Title: In a Twist
Words: 220
Rating: PG
Albus was having a hard time dealing with the fact that this was his last day at Hogwarts - ever. Despite a rocky start, he felt at home here, even with the Slytherins. He was saddened to think he might never see the common room again.
He looked down at his empty trunk waiting to be packed. As usual, he'd waited until the very last minute. The house elves had laid everything out on his bed for him in neat little piles - robes folded and pressed, text books in alphabetical order, potion ingredients bottled and labeled. Albus immediately messed all of this up, hastily throwing it into his trunk by the armful. That is, until something caught his attention.
A single black lace thong.
He noticed it out of the corner of his eye as it fell from his arms, landing crumpled up on the floor by his right foot. He picked it up gingerly with two fingers, examining it with a mix of curiosity and confusion. He had never been interested in women and therefore had never been interested in women's underwear, but this intrigued him. The elves must have mixed it up with my laundry by mistake, he thought.
That is, until he saw Scorpius Malfoy give him a wink from the opposite side of the dormitory.
2.
Author: momma_66
Title: Nothing but the Robes
Words: 333
Rated: PG
Albus shifted uncomfortably, his hands kept fiddling with his school robes, making sure every piece was in it's place. Scorpius smirked, "uncomfortable, Al?" He chuckled, "something rubbing-" he snorted, "you the wrong way?"
"Sod off," Albus glared. It was ruined when he rolled his shoulders to distract from the shimmy his hips did.
Scorpius practically preened, "it was your bet, Albus."
"I know," Albus muttered. "I didn't think I'd lose." He cursed softly, "this is ridiculous, Scor. Let's call it even."
Scorpius put his hand to his chin. "I don't know, Albus. Would you give in?" he smirked again, they both knew the answer to that.
"Next time someone calls me the evil one I'm going to tell them about this." Albus glanced around before reaching behind himself to pull at his robes.
Scorpius laughed, "then you'd have to admit you made a bet with me, that you thought I'd lose, and you would have gotten the chance to see me in...those."
Albus growled, "drop it, Scor."
"You're always the sore loser, Albus." Scorpius knocked Albus' arm, which caused the other teen to grab frantically at his robes. "Anyways, from the glace I got you looked simply smashing," the complement was ruined by his snorting, "in them." They walked in silence; Albus fiddled with his robes and Scorpius shook trying to keep his laughter in.
"Gods, it's so drafty. Potions is going to be hell," he grumbled. "Do you think girls really do this?"
Scorpius snorted, "only in your dreams."
"I know what to tell Sally Berry if she ever teases me again saying she's got nothing but her panties on." Albus grunted, picking at his behind again. "She's full of it, no one in the right mind would do this more than once." Scorpius roared with laughter, Albus tried to push him but his robes slipped and his hand flew to them to put them back in place. Scorpius snorted lightly as Albus took off muttering curses under his breath.
3.
Author: luciusmistress
Title: Knickered and knackered and drunk...Oh my!
Words: 335
Rating: PG-13 (for language and underage drinking)
"Look what I found!" Scorpius was holding something very pink and frilly between thumb and forefinger.
Unfortunately, Albus had just taken a sip from the Butterbeer they had spiked with Uncle Ron's Firewhisky. As he burst into giggles, the vile drink was sprayed all over his cousin's laundry. "Why don't you try 'em on?" he spluttered.
Scorpius threw the knickers at his friend. "You try them on. I'm not wearing your Mudblood cousin's lingerie."
Albus stopped laughing. "Shit, Scorpius! Don't let anyone here hear you use that word. Aunt Hermione would throw us out, Christmas or not."
Scorpius took the bottle from him, took a sip and grimaced. "Damn this stuff tastes bad! Yeah, right. Sorry about the slip of tongue there. I'm not as used to hiding my true colours as you are..."
Albus blew Scorpius a raspberry and charmed the pink piece of clothing to flap around his head. "Subtlety, that's the key. Are you a Slytherin or aren't you?"
"I'll teach you about subtlety," Scorpius muttered, trying to dodge without spilling more of their precious alcohol onto Rose's clean robes. Before he could fulfil his threat, however, a shill voice froze him on his tracks.
"What the fuck are you two doing in my room?" The owner of the currently airborne underwear stood at the door, hands on her hips and eyes blazing with anger and embarrassment. "Bugger off and let my stuff be or I'm telling your mom, Al!"
Al let the knickers drop and grabbed Scorpius' arm. "Let's hide the bottle before Mom confiscates it!" With a muttered "Sorry, Rose," the boys pushed past her, only to stop after a few paces and chorus, "...NOT!" and run off, howling with laughter.
"Boys!" Rose muttered darkly and re-entered her room, only to see her fresh laundry dripping with what looked like Butterbeer but smelled like her dad after a night at the pub. "I'll kill you!" she screamed as she run after her insufferable cousin and his even more insufferable friend.
4.
Author: olgameisterfunk
Title: Sneak
Words: 498
Rating: PG-13 for teenage male thoughts
There was something sexy and thrilling sitting alone amongst Scorpius’s things, those secret possessions within reach of his roaming hands.
Leaning his head against the side of the mattress, the sly smile crawled upon his face and settled there comfortably, blue eyes drifting across the green wall coverings that flanked the interior of their dormitory. Soft candlelight drenched the room in shadow, Albus listening silently to the sound of trickling water through the rough-cut stone.
Albus stood up abruptly as the flush erupted across his cheeks, the image of Scorpius luxuriating in the shower a very naughty thought indeed. Crossing over to his best mate’s bureau, he let his hands wander across the smooth hawthorn surface, twiddling with a figurine Snitch, a forgotten quill, the silver Malfoy crest on a fluid chain. His eyes flickering to the doorway in a burst of fear, Albus couldn’t stop the motions of his fingers as they pulled the top drawer open, a gust of sweet air encountering his nostrils.
He moaned as he buried his face into the closest piece of fabric, the seductive silkiness sliding across his cheek, the lingering scent of Scorpius intoxicating. His unoccupied hand began to wander southward, tracing the outline of his trouser fastener before freezing in midair, a few inches from his goal.
Blue eyes were expanded to extraordinary limits as the creak of the washroom’s doorknob echoed across the expansive space. Scrambling to his feet, Albus shoved the forbidden fabric down the front of his trousers, pushing the drawer in quickly and waltzing ungracefully over to the bed.
Within seconds Scorpius was two feet away from him, curly blond ringlets floating in a physics-defying circle around his head. “Hope I didn’t keep you long, Al,” he apologized, his sympathetic tone hitting Albus painfully in his Adam’s apple.
“Not at all,” he barely managed to reply, quickly turning his head away to study a fascinating thread on Scorpius’s coverlet, anything to keep his eyes from being Accio’d to his best mate’s bare chest.
“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Scorpius chuckled, nonchalantly dropping his towel, feet moving towards the bureau.
“Nothing,” Albus Severus lied through his teeth, using every minuscule bit of his willpower to not ravish his mate against the hard surface.
“Oi! Has anyone seen my boxers? Y’know, the lucky ones?”
“Boxers?” Albus replied, trembling. “What d’you need those for, Rose would prefer you in nothing at all!”
Scorpius snickered, shutting the drawer. “Aye, that she would. You want to pop by Ravenclaw before we eat? I bet Alice would be pleased to see you…”
Albus blushed painfully, not from anticipation but sheer, agonizing embarrassment. “Why not?” he responded evenly, declaring war on his bottom lip.
Keeping his eyes tightly shut, within a few minutes Albus felt himself being pulled from the bed, his opened eyes encountering the back of Scorpius’s beautiful blond head.
“D’you think some sneaky chit stole my underthings?”
As the two descended the staircase, Albus smiled knowingly.
“Indeed.”
5.
Author: open_atclose
Title: The Test of Time
Words: 349
Rating: PG
Scorpius and Rose paused outside the Slytherin common room, their hands entwined.
"I had a really good night, Scorpius," Rose said, suddenly shy now that the night was ending, as the required end-of-night kiss was coming up. She smiled and it lit up her heart-shaped face, and Scorpius felt as if he would melt away.
"So did I, thank you for accompanying me," Scorpius replied, though he mentally hit himself over the head. Thank you for accompanying me?? His palms a little sweaty, he leaned in closer to Rose as she licked her lips, but before they could kiss the common room door flung open to reveal Albus, looking highly sly.
Scorpius and Rose parted, the latter dropping the boy's hand, the former looking murderously at his roommate.
"You know, Scor, you really shouldn't leave your knickers in my washing basket," Albus said, his voice light, and held up a pair of thoroughly distressed grey undergarments. Scorpius' entire face turned puce as Rose burst out laughing, turned tail and ran back up the corridor, her laughter still audible in the quiet castle.
Speechless, Scorpius jumped on Albus, pushing him back into the common room, the pair rolling about on the floor like fighting house elves.
"They aren't even mine!" Scorpius roared, pulling Albus' dark hair as if to rip it out of his skull. "You know they belong to Nott, you great arse! What did you go and do that for?"
Half-laughing, half-struggling, Albus managed to push Scorpius off his chest and stood up shakily, his scalp burning from the tugs on his hair.
"It was a test for my darling cousin, Scor," he said, an imperious expression on his face. "I've done you a favour. If she asks you out again, you know that she really likes you."
Sulking, Scorpius frowned, unable to see the logic.
"Yeah well, if she doesn't, I'm going to find that fourth year you've been eyeing and tell her all about you hugging your pillow and calling it 'Louise'".
Albus' mouth fell open and his eyes narrowed.
"You wouldn't dare."
"Oh I would."
6.
Author: bealen
Title: Blue Eyes, Blue Knickers, Blue Tears.
Words:490
Rating: R (for allusion to sex)
Al was layng on his bed in the Slytherin dorm, throwing a miniature Quaffle up and down, reveling in the silence. While the rest of his year had gone off to Hogsmeade for a final trip, he contemplated his plan. Would it be fortuitous for him to eventually tell his best mate Scorpius that his feelings for him went beyond the platonic? He mulled it over weighing the consequences and the variable outcomes.
He cursed himself silently, he did not have the effortless and seductive charm that his elder brother possessed. While he had been at Hogwarts, boys and girls swooned as James strutted around, as if he owned the place. In fairness, as the son of the Boy Who Lived and Ginny Weasely, Quidditch goddess, he pretty much did.
Al envied his brother's apparent ease in dealing with the matters of the heart. Besides having an owlish gaze behind his glasses, the only thing that Albus seemed to have inherited from his father was his complete and utter lack of ability in dealing with people in romantic situations.
Albus mused that maybe he should ask his brother on how to charm Scorpius. He pictured James' shocked face as he told him that he was in fact homosexual and guffawed to himself.
His momentary lack of focus made him lose control of the Quaffle and it dropped onto the bed and then rolled underneath Scorpius' bed. He grumbled under his breath and rolled off the bed and lay on his stomach on the floor. He groped under Scorpius' bed and cursed as he pulled out a few mouldy Pumpkin Pasties and dirty socks.
He continued to search blindly when his hand closed around something silky. He pulled it out and realised it was a pair of girls knickers. They were an oceanic blue and Albus was struck by how they were the same colour as Rose's eyes.
Morbid fascination lead him to inspect the knickers. He could vaguely smell the embedded scent of what must have happened the last time these knickers were worn, when the girl had been wet with desire. He choked back the lump that was forming in his throat, and looked at the tag on the underside of the knickers. 'Property of Rose. H. Weasley'.
He let out a strangled sob and dropped the knickers in distaste, his Quaffle forgotten. Sitting now with his back against the base of the bed, he let his emotions overtake him and sobbed until his throat was too dry to continue.
His head was filled with disgusting images of Rose and Scorpius together, skin touching skin, lips caressing and nipping at sensitive spots, sweatily holding each other for support as they climaxed.
Spent, Al climbed back onto his bed and curled up, a fresh set of tears wracked through him as he realised all this heartache could have been saved if he had simply thought to accio the Quaffle back.
7.
Author: hpfangirl71
Title:The Knickers Bet
Words:358
Rating:PG 13
Albus waited in the Astronomy Tower for Scorpius Malfoy. It was late at night; they had agreed to meet here to compare notes. Months prior, the two boys had agreed to a challenge of sorts. They were in their fourth year at Hogwarts and the boys had entered into a pact. Each had agreed to lose their virginity by the end of year and to meet here the night before close of school to bring the proof. They had only had six short months in which to succeed.
Albus clutched the pair of knickers stuffed into the pocket of his pajamas; Scorpius appeared to be running late. Albus hoped his tardiness was due to his lack of evidence. He looked up as the blonde boy entered the room.
“Sorry, I had a difficult time getting past our Head boy” Scorpius let out in a rush.
He seemed nervous, almost afraid. Albus was confident he hadn’t succeeded in their manly endeavor. He smirked cockily at him and then got down to business.
“Did you bring it?” he questioned.
“Did you?” Scorpius cut in.
“Piece of cake… I told you I could get Alyssa to consent. After all, we’re practically engaged, it was only a matter of when.” he said in a matter of fact tone as he pulled out a pair of blush pink knickers.
Scorpius smiled as he stood nervously across from Albus. He liked the Potter boy, they were best mates but he could be cocky as hell sometimes. Albus continued to watch him with a haughty smirk on his face.
“Come on Scorp… did you get lucky or not?” Albus questioned again.
The smirk on Albus’ face changed to one of utter shock as Scorpius reached into his pocket to pull out a pair of lace knickers. Albus was shocked by what he saw, a very familiar pair of knickers indeed. He looked at the prim white lace panties with a delicate lavender L embroidered upon them. He recognized them for sure; he’d seen them repeatedly in the family laundry. Scorpius had lost his virginity all right, to none other than Albus Potter’s baby sister Lily.
8.
Author: valkyriekat
Title: Point 213
Words: 370
Rating: PG for mild swearing
“Did he sign it?” Al asked Scorpius eagerly as they stowed their trunks in the luggage rack. The last owl of the holidays between the two friends had a grim tale to tell: Scorpius’ father wouldn’t sign his Hogsmeade form. Al scowled green-eyed at the roof of the compartment. “He won’t sign unless you keep me at hexing distance. What does your father have against me? I’m in his house!” Al demanded.
“Your Dad, numbskull. He’s the hero who gets in the way. Point two hundred and thirteen- my father against yours. Your father set our house-elf Dobby free with a sock, when he was, like, twelve years old.” Scorpius had a lop-sided smile on his face.
“What...I‘ve overheard that name. That was your house-elf? A sock?” Al shook his head. “My Dad’s done so much weird shit I forget half of it. He tries to get me interested but I always want to go to my room and read about Quidditch.” Farms flicked past as it started to rain, pleasantly spattering the windows.
“What are our team’s chances this year?” Scorpius enquired, his whitish hair gleaming despite the dull light. Al gave a small grin. “About as likely as you getting your Hogsmeade form signed. Want a game of Exploding Snap? Not gobstones, too messy. What can I do to make it better?”
“You can act decent and do up your fly. I feel like I’m sharing a compartment with an exhibitionist who likes to flash his tartan knickers.” Al zipped up his jeans, and Scorpius laughed, nearly howling with mirth.
Al wanted some dignity. He grabbed Scorpius’ Hogsemeade form and closed his eyes. He had seen that signature before, when keeping an eye on Auntie Hermione’s work files. He screwed up his eyes, blessing his near-photographic memory. The signature was on a file, but the report’s words eluded him. No worries. He had what he wanted.
Eyes slits, trying to retain both frames of mind, he signed the form with the best possible forgery. Scorpius grabbed the sheet back and stared. “Perfect! How did you do that? How can I repay you?” Scorpius wondered aloud.
“Never make comments about my knickers again,” Albus Severus said, grinning.
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Poll NGD Week 21
Please read the voting rules:
1. Do not vote for yourself and do not ask others to vote for you.
2. If you entered the challenge, you are REQUIRED to vote.
3. Vote for a MOST and LEAST favorite drabble. Votes for just Most Favorite will NOT be counted!
4. Please vote for the NUMBER of the drabble, not the name of it. Just makes it easier :)
5. Please remember the prompt when voting: knickers
6. Voting will close Thursday at 11:59pm EST
Results will be posted Friday. Have fun!
1.
Author: lisabird
Title: In a Twist
Words: 220
Rating: PG
Albus was having a hard time dealing with the fact that this was his last day at Hogwarts - ever. Despite a rocky start, he felt at home here, even with the Slytherins. He was saddened to think he might never see the common room again.
He looked down at his empty trunk waiting to be packed. As usual, he'd waited until the very last minute. The house elves had laid everything out on his bed for him in neat little piles - robes folded and pressed, text books in alphabetical order, potion ingredients bottled and labeled. Albus immediately messed all of this up, hastily throwing it into his trunk by the armful. That is, until something caught his attention.
A single black lace thong.
He noticed it out of the corner of his eye as it fell from his arms, landing crumpled up on the floor by his right foot. He picked it up gingerly with two fingers, examining it with a mix of curiosity and confusion. He had never been interested in women and therefore had never been interested in women's underwear, but this intrigued him. The elves must have mixed it up with my laundry by mistake, he thought.
That is, until he saw Scorpius Malfoy give him a wink from the opposite side of the dormitory.
2.
Author: momma_66
Title: Nothing but the Robes
Words: 333
Rated: PG
Albus shifted uncomfortably, his hands kept fiddling with his school robes, making sure every piece was in it's place. Scorpius smirked, "uncomfortable, Al?" He chuckled, "something rubbing-" he snorted, "you the wrong way?"
"Sod off," Albus glared. It was ruined when he rolled his shoulders to distract from the shimmy his hips did.
Scorpius practically preened, "it was your bet, Albus."
"I know," Albus muttered. "I didn't think I'd lose." He cursed softly, "this is ridiculous, Scor. Let's call it even."
Scorpius put his hand to his chin. "I don't know, Albus. Would you give in?" he smirked again, they both knew the answer to that.
"Next time someone calls me the evil one I'm going to tell them about this." Albus glanced around before reaching behind himself to pull at his robes.
Scorpius laughed, "then you'd have to admit you made a bet with me, that you thought I'd lose, and you would have gotten the chance to see me in...those."
Albus growled, "drop it, Scor."
"You're always the sore loser, Albus." Scorpius knocked Albus' arm, which caused the other teen to grab frantically at his robes. "Anyways, from the glace I got you looked simply smashing," the complement was ruined by his snorting, "in them." They walked in silence; Albus fiddled with his robes and Scorpius shook trying to keep his laughter in.
"Gods, it's so drafty. Potions is going to be hell," he grumbled. "Do you think girls really do this?"
Scorpius snorted, "only in your dreams."
"I know what to tell Sally Berry if she ever teases me again saying she's got nothing but her panties on." Albus grunted, picking at his behind again. "She's full of it, no one in the right mind would do this more than once." Scorpius roared with laughter, Albus tried to push him but his robes slipped and his hand flew to them to put them back in place. Scorpius snorted lightly as Albus took off muttering curses under his breath.
3.
Author: luciusmistress
Title: Knickered and knackered and drunk...Oh my!
Words: 335
Rating: PG-13 (for language and underage drinking)
"Look what I found!" Scorpius was holding something very pink and frilly between thumb and forefinger.
Unfortunately, Albus had just taken a sip from the Butterbeer they had spiked with Uncle Ron's Firewhisky. As he burst into giggles, the vile drink was sprayed all over his cousin's laundry. "Why don't you try 'em on?" he spluttered.
Scorpius threw the knickers at his friend. "You try them on. I'm not wearing your Mudblood cousin's lingerie."
Albus stopped laughing. "Shit, Scorpius! Don't let anyone here hear you use that word. Aunt Hermione would throw us out, Christmas or not."
Scorpius took the bottle from him, took a sip and grimaced. "Damn this stuff tastes bad! Yeah, right. Sorry about the slip of tongue there. I'm not as used to hiding my true colours as you are..."
Albus blew Scorpius a raspberry and charmed the pink piece of clothing to flap around his head. "Subtlety, that's the key. Are you a Slytherin or aren't you?"
"I'll teach you about subtlety," Scorpius muttered, trying to dodge without spilling more of their precious alcohol onto Rose's clean robes. Before he could fulfil his threat, however, a shill voice froze him on his tracks.
"What the fuck are you two doing in my room?" The owner of the currently airborne underwear stood at the door, hands on her hips and eyes blazing with anger and embarrassment. "Bugger off and let my stuff be or I'm telling your mom, Al!"
Al let the knickers drop and grabbed Scorpius' arm. "Let's hide the bottle before Mom confiscates it!" With a muttered "Sorry, Rose," the boys pushed past her, only to stop after a few paces and chorus, "...NOT!" and run off, howling with laughter.
"Boys!" Rose muttered darkly and re-entered her room, only to see her fresh laundry dripping with what looked like Butterbeer but smelled like her dad after a night at the pub. "I'll kill you!" she screamed as she run after her insufferable cousin and his even more insufferable friend.
4.
Author: olgameisterfunk
Title: Sneak
Words: 498
Rating: PG-13 for teenage male thoughts
There was something sexy and thrilling sitting alone amongst Scorpius’s things, those secret possessions within reach of his roaming hands.
Leaning his head against the side of the mattress, the sly smile crawled upon his face and settled there comfortably, blue eyes drifting across the green wall coverings that flanked the interior of their dormitory. Soft candlelight drenched the room in shadow, Albus listening silently to the sound of trickling water through the rough-cut stone.
Albus stood up abruptly as the flush erupted across his cheeks, the image of Scorpius luxuriating in the shower a very naughty thought indeed. Crossing over to his best mate’s bureau, he let his hands wander across the smooth hawthorn surface, twiddling with a figurine Snitch, a forgotten quill, the silver Malfoy crest on a fluid chain. His eyes flickering to the doorway in a burst of fear, Albus couldn’t stop the motions of his fingers as they pulled the top drawer open, a gust of sweet air encountering his nostrils.
He moaned as he buried his face into the closest piece of fabric, the seductive silkiness sliding across his cheek, the lingering scent of Scorpius intoxicating. His unoccupied hand began to wander southward, tracing the outline of his trouser fastener before freezing in midair, a few inches from his goal.
Blue eyes were expanded to extraordinary limits as the creak of the washroom’s doorknob echoed across the expansive space. Scrambling to his feet, Albus shoved the forbidden fabric down the front of his trousers, pushing the drawer in quickly and waltzing ungracefully over to the bed.
Within seconds Scorpius was two feet away from him, curly blond ringlets floating in a physics-defying circle around his head. “Hope I didn’t keep you long, Al,” he apologized, his sympathetic tone hitting Albus painfully in his Adam’s apple.
“Not at all,” he barely managed to reply, quickly turning his head away to study a fascinating thread on Scorpius’s coverlet, anything to keep his eyes from being Accio’d to his best mate’s bare chest.
“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Scorpius chuckled, nonchalantly dropping his towel, feet moving towards the bureau.
“Nothing,” Albus Severus lied through his teeth, using every minuscule bit of his willpower to not ravish his mate against the hard surface.
“Oi! Has anyone seen my boxers? Y’know, the lucky ones?”
“Boxers?” Albus replied, trembling. “What d’you need those for, Rose would prefer you in nothing at all!”
Scorpius snickered, shutting the drawer. “Aye, that she would. You want to pop by Ravenclaw before we eat? I bet Alice would be pleased to see you…”
Albus blushed painfully, not from anticipation but sheer, agonizing embarrassment. “Why not?” he responded evenly, declaring war on his bottom lip.
Keeping his eyes tightly shut, within a few minutes Albus felt himself being pulled from the bed, his opened eyes encountering the back of Scorpius’s beautiful blond head.
“D’you think some sneaky chit stole my underthings?”
As the two descended the staircase, Albus smiled knowingly.
“Indeed.”
5.
Author: open_atclose
Title: The Test of Time
Words: 349
Rating: PG
Scorpius and Rose paused outside the Slytherin common room, their hands entwined.
"I had a really good night, Scorpius," Rose said, suddenly shy now that the night was ending, as the required end-of-night kiss was coming up. She smiled and it lit up her heart-shaped face, and Scorpius felt as if he would melt away.
"So did I, thank you for accompanying me," Scorpius replied, though he mentally hit himself over the head. Thank you for accompanying me?? His palms a little sweaty, he leaned in closer to Rose as she licked her lips, but before they could kiss the common room door flung open to reveal Albus, looking highly sly.
Scorpius and Rose parted, the latter dropping the boy's hand, the former looking murderously at his roommate.
"You know, Scor, you really shouldn't leave your knickers in my washing basket," Albus said, his voice light, and held up a pair of thoroughly distressed grey undergarments. Scorpius' entire face turned puce as Rose burst out laughing, turned tail and ran back up the corridor, her laughter still audible in the quiet castle.
Speechless, Scorpius jumped on Albus, pushing him back into the common room, the pair rolling about on the floor like fighting house elves.
"They aren't even mine!" Scorpius roared, pulling Albus' dark hair as if to rip it out of his skull. "You know they belong to Nott, you great arse! What did you go and do that for?"
Half-laughing, half-struggling, Albus managed to push Scorpius off his chest and stood up shakily, his scalp burning from the tugs on his hair.
"It was a test for my darling cousin, Scor," he said, an imperious expression on his face. "I've done you a favour. If she asks you out again, you know that she really likes you."
Sulking, Scorpius frowned, unable to see the logic.
"Yeah well, if she doesn't, I'm going to find that fourth year you've been eyeing and tell her all about you hugging your pillow and calling it 'Louise'".
Albus' mouth fell open and his eyes narrowed.
"You wouldn't dare."
"Oh I would."
6.
Author: bealen
Title: Blue Eyes, Blue Knickers, Blue Tears.
Words:490
Rating: R (for allusion to sex)
Al was layng on his bed in the Slytherin dorm, throwing a miniature Quaffle up and down, reveling in the silence. While the rest of his year had gone off to Hogsmeade for a final trip, he contemplated his plan. Would it be fortuitous for him to eventually tell his best mate Scorpius that his feelings for him went beyond the platonic? He mulled it over weighing the consequences and the variable outcomes.
He cursed himself silently, he did not have the effortless and seductive charm that his elder brother possessed. While he had been at Hogwarts, boys and girls swooned as James strutted around, as if he owned the place. In fairness, as the son of the Boy Who Lived and Ginny Weasely, Quidditch goddess, he pretty much did.
Al envied his brother's apparent ease in dealing with the matters of the heart. Besides having an owlish gaze behind his glasses, the only thing that Albus seemed to have inherited from his father was his complete and utter lack of ability in dealing with people in romantic situations.
Albus mused that maybe he should ask his brother on how to charm Scorpius. He pictured James' shocked face as he told him that he was in fact homosexual and guffawed to himself.
His momentary lack of focus made him lose control of the Quaffle and it dropped onto the bed and then rolled underneath Scorpius' bed. He grumbled under his breath and rolled off the bed and lay on his stomach on the floor. He groped under Scorpius' bed and cursed as he pulled out a few mouldy Pumpkin Pasties and dirty socks.
He continued to search blindly when his hand closed around something silky. He pulled it out and realised it was a pair of girls knickers. They were an oceanic blue and Albus was struck by how they were the same colour as Rose's eyes.
Morbid fascination lead him to inspect the knickers. He could vaguely smell the embedded scent of what must have happened the last time these knickers were worn, when the girl had been wet with desire. He choked back the lump that was forming in his throat, and looked at the tag on the underside of the knickers. 'Property of Rose. H. Weasley'.
He let out a strangled sob and dropped the knickers in distaste, his Quaffle forgotten. Sitting now with his back against the base of the bed, he let his emotions overtake him and sobbed until his throat was too dry to continue.
His head was filled with disgusting images of Rose and Scorpius together, skin touching skin, lips caressing and nipping at sensitive spots, sweatily holding each other for support as they climaxed.
Spent, Al climbed back onto his bed and curled up, a fresh set of tears wracked through him as he realised all this heartache could have been saved if he had simply thought to accio the Quaffle back.
7.
Author: hpfangirl71
Title:The Knickers Bet
Words:358
Rating:PG 13
Albus waited in the Astronomy Tower for Scorpius Malfoy. It was late at night; they had agreed to meet here to compare notes. Months prior, the two boys had agreed to a challenge of sorts. They were in their fourth year at Hogwarts and the boys had entered into a pact. Each had agreed to lose their virginity by the end of year and to meet here the night before close of school to bring the proof. They had only had six short months in which to succeed.
Albus clutched the pair of knickers stuffed into the pocket of his pajamas; Scorpius appeared to be running late. Albus hoped his tardiness was due to his lack of evidence. He looked up as the blonde boy entered the room.
“Sorry, I had a difficult time getting past our Head boy” Scorpius let out in a rush.
He seemed nervous, almost afraid. Albus was confident he hadn’t succeeded in their manly endeavor. He smirked cockily at him and then got down to business.
“Did you bring it?” he questioned.
“Did you?” Scorpius cut in.
“Piece of cake… I told you I could get Alyssa to consent. After all, we’re practically engaged, it was only a matter of when.” he said in a matter of fact tone as he pulled out a pair of blush pink knickers.
Scorpius smiled as he stood nervously across from Albus. He liked the Potter boy, they were best mates but he could be cocky as hell sometimes. Albus continued to watch him with a haughty smirk on his face.
“Come on Scorp… did you get lucky or not?” Albus questioned again.
The smirk on Albus’ face changed to one of utter shock as Scorpius reached into his pocket to pull out a pair of lace knickers. Albus was shocked by what he saw, a very familiar pair of knickers indeed. He looked at the prim white lace panties with a delicate lavender L embroidered upon them. He recognized them for sure; he’d seen them repeatedly in the family laundry. Scorpius had lost his virginity all right, to none other than Albus Potter’s baby sister Lily.
8.
Author: valkyriekat
Title: Point 213
Words: 370
Rating: PG for mild swearing
“Did he sign it?” Al asked Scorpius eagerly as they stowed their trunks in the luggage rack. The last owl of the holidays between the two friends had a grim tale to tell: Scorpius’ father wouldn’t sign his Hogsmeade form. Al scowled green-eyed at the roof of the compartment. “He won’t sign unless you keep me at hexing distance. What does your father have against me? I’m in his house!” Al demanded.
“Your Dad, numbskull. He’s the hero who gets in the way. Point two hundred and thirteen- my father against yours. Your father set our house-elf Dobby free with a sock, when he was, like, twelve years old.” Scorpius had a lop-sided smile on his face.
“What...I‘ve overheard that name. That was your house-elf? A sock?” Al shook his head. “My Dad’s done so much weird shit I forget half of it. He tries to get me interested but I always want to go to my room and read about Quidditch.” Farms flicked past as it started to rain, pleasantly spattering the windows.
“What are our team’s chances this year?” Scorpius enquired, his whitish hair gleaming despite the dull light. Al gave a small grin. “About as likely as you getting your Hogsmeade form signed. Want a game of Exploding Snap? Not gobstones, too messy. What can I do to make it better?”
“You can act decent and do up your fly. I feel like I’m sharing a compartment with an exhibitionist who likes to flash his tartan knickers.” Al zipped up his jeans, and Scorpius laughed, nearly howling with mirth.
Al wanted some dignity. He grabbed Scorpius’ Hogsemeade form and closed his eyes. He had seen that signature before, when keeping an eye on Auntie Hermione’s work files. He screwed up his eyes, blessing his near-photographic memory. The signature was on a file, but the report’s words eluded him. No worries. He had what he wanted.
Eyes slits, trying to retain both frames of mind, he signed the form with the best possible forgery. Scorpius grabbed the sheet back and stared. “Perfect! How did you do that? How can I repay you?” Scorpius wondered aloud.
“Never make comments about my knickers again,” Albus Severus said, grinning.
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Poll NGD Week 21