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What have You Done?	By : slytherincailin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Albus Severus/Scorpius Views: 5699 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter Ten:

Scorpius took one step inside the Headmistress's and froze. Had he been a cat, his hackles would have risen in defence. As it was his nose pointed in the air, sniffing as the scent which floated through the room. His wings snapped out in a silent warning, almost knocking his father to the ground in the process.

"Don't move."

The voice brought his head snapping down and silver eyes locked on the two females. The elder one he lost interest in rapidly when she dropped herself into a chair, harmless. The other stood completely still, young and pale and extraordinarily beautiful. Scorpius hissed low in his throat, his form bending in defence.

There was another in his home. Another in his territory whom he had not invited in.

He darted forward in a burst of speed, stopping only inches from the other and flaring his wings out when she refused to back down. She was taller than he was, and older, which caused him to pause. It was as his wings began to wilt in confusion at her presence there that she made her move.

She flung the younger Veela backwards to the floor, the impact causing him to screech and his talons to lengthen dangerously. He heard shouts but ignored them in favour of trying to embed his nails into the stranger. She sent a shock of magic through him and held down his arms, her icy blue gaze unblinking as it stared into his own silver glare.

After a strained moment, Scorpius looked away and turned his head to the side. The female offered no violence towards him, only discipline for his reaction. He felt a pout forming on his face as he was pulled to his feet. His thoughts came back to him slowly as he shook himself out, before turning to glance at his father sheepishly.

Draco and McGonagall stood some distance away, both with wands drawn and expressions of bewilderment on their faces. The women chuckled happily and ruffled Scorpius' hair affectionately. "Heavens," she smiled, "I haven't had to show dominance like that since I was a young girl in France. My apologies, Headmistress, it is a fault on my part. I did not anticipate Scorpius would view Hogwarts as his home. He was merely trying to defend his territory."

"You make him sound like some sort of beast, Fleur." Draco's voice was low, his brow furrowed as he inspected his son and pulled the boy into a seat beside him. Fleur fixed her long blonde hair with a smile, perching herself on the armrest of a padded chair. "He is a beast, mister Malfoy. Your son is a full Veela. He seems fully matured, though his painful transformation has probably led to some disorientation and a severe lack of control."

Scorpius watched his possible tutor curiously, his head tilted as he listened to the soft lisp of French accent buried beneath her unusual twang. With his mind his own, the young Slytherin could detect subtle differences in Fleur's scent, differences which made her obviously human. He flushed at his own stupidity. Had he taken the time to access the situation, he could have worked it out.

"Do not feel bad, young Malfoy," Fleur smiled sweetly at him. "It is only natural to give into your instincts. You would go mad if you did not." She eyed him slowly, her gaze landing on his wings with a soft sigh. "So beautiful... I do not know what I was expecting when I learned I would see a male Veela but it was certainly not this. You are magnificent."

Scorpius preened under the compliment, his wings fluttering wildly until one clipped his father on the back of the head. Draco glared at him half-heartedly before turning to look at Fleur.

"Will you be able to teach him?"

Fleur smirked, her eyes alight. "Of course."

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Albus groaned as he stretched. His back clicked painfully after two hours of bending and stretching. The store room Filch had had him clean by hand had been a disaster zone, a ridiculous amount of rubbish for one person.

Albus scowled as he walked through the corridors, the extinguishing torches alerting him that curfew was approaching. Rose was no doubt having a field day with her detention. Who believes forcing a bookworm to help stack library shelves is a fitting punishment? It was clear favouritism. Lily had only rolled her eyes when he had complained about it. Some sister...

Albus yelped as he was grabbed suddenly and pulled into a darkened alcove.

He struggled against the bindings before he realised it was not only arms which held him pinned, but soft, feathered appendages.

"Score?"

The smaller Slytherin released him slowly, allowing him to turn around and glimpse glowing silver eyes. Albus grinned, "neat trick, mate. What are you...?"

His voice faltered as Scorpius took a step closer, pushing the taller boy against the cold, stone wall.

"Ah... Scorpius?"

The blonde rose up suddenly, silver eyes locking with green as the slytherin placed small hands on Albus' shoulders and drew him down to place lips over his open mouth.

Albus melted at the touch, his eyes sliding shut as his arms wound around the blonde's slim waist, pressing him closer. Scorpius keened low in his throat, his own hands sliding into thick, dark hair as his lips moved against Albus' slowly and with little experience.

The scent of blossoms and closed-off rooms filled the Gryffindor's senses, forcing a rough growl from between his lips and into Scorpius' mouth. The blonde's wings were like satin against Albus' hands, sliding slowly across his skin in a way that made Albus want to pull the smaller boy closer by the hips.

He pulled away with a gasp, his eyes snapping open to stare into Scorpius' heat flushed face. "Score! Are you using your Allure on me!"

The blonde's eyes slid open slowly, his lips sliding upwards in a lazy smirk that made Albus' insides tighten deliciously. "Perhaps..."

"Well cut it out!" Albus growled, shaking his head and holding the Slytherin at arms length. "We can't do this! Not in a hallway, Score, use your head!"

For a moment, the Veela looked as if he would burst into tears before Scorpius bit his lip and nodded. "Yes, yes, of course... I'm sorry, Albus. I caught your scent and I guess I let the Veela get the better of me..."

Albus grinned as the pair made their way out of the alcove. "The Veela is you, just a side of yourself no one else is used to." He turned the Slytherin towards him before they had to split in opposite directions, leaning down until his mouth was directly beside the blonde's ear.

"Scorpius, I would like nothing more than to take you up against the nearest wall..." The Veela froze, a weak keen leaving his lips as he tried to keep his hands by his side. Albus grinned and kissed his jaw gently.

"But you are worth so much more than that. We will do this properly. Understand?"

Scorpius gave a frustrated growl and nodded tersely, his silver eyes piercing. "I understand." He smiled suddenly, a bright, teeth-flashing smile that left Albus near dazzled. "As long as you understand that if you keep me waiting for too long, I will push you down on the nearest soft patch and have my way with you, regardless of where we are."

With that, the blonde spun away, vanishing down the hallway a second faster than it took Albus to blink. The Gryffindor was left standing in the dark, his mouth agape until the sound of Filch muttering drove the boy to his own dorm.
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