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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 Twelve:

November 20th:

Scorpius flung himself onto his back, his eyelids fluttering as his chest heaved silently and his lips parted for breath. The sunlight on his face was blocked for a moment by a shadow.

"I think you broke him."

Though the sentence was playful, the worried tone of Albus' voice made Scorpius grin weakly and he lifted a hand to pat the dark-haired boy lightly on the arm. His hand was gripped gently and kept within the restraints of the Gryffindor's fingers. Scorpius heard Fleur hum a short distance away and another shadow fell on him.

"Hm..." the blonde woman placed a soft hand on his temple, "He feels hot. he's worked with his fire magic before it really shouldn't be tiring him out to this point." Scorpius opened one eye slowly to see a look of concern flitter across the part-Veela's pretty face.

Rosie's freckled face filled his vision suddenly, "are you sick?" she demanded.

The small Slytherin heard the remainder of their group chuckle and groaned as he struggled to sit up straighter. He purred when Albus tugged him back to lean against his chest, his heart thrumming happily.

"You've been tired for a while, Score," Lily said, turning her gaze from the chess board she and Lucielle Longbottom had placed on the grass, "you really ought to see madam Pomfrey again. It's not normal for a Veela your age to be tired all the time... is it?" The red head turned uncertain eyes on her aunt.

Fleur clucked her tongue in thought, scowling when Robbie sent a paper aeroplane soaring too close to her head. "No, Lily, dear," she sighed, "it's not normal for someone so young to be tired constantly, regardless of species." She cast an assessing eye over the other blonde, smiling when Albus ran a hand through the Veela's hair and he emitted a soft thrill of happiness. "Perhaps he just needs more time with his mate."

Albus stilled his movements, raising his head to gaze at the soft look on his aunt's face and the sly leers he was receiving from Robbie and Lily behind her. He stuck his tongue out at the pair and turned to Fleur, "Meaning what, exactly?"

Fleur chuckled, "meaning I'm going to have a word with the Headmistress about you spending a few nights a week in Scorpius' sleeping quarters. It has to be the separation that's causing his sleepless nights. I know that when Bill is away I'm up most nights."

Scorpius tilted his head back to gauge Albus' reaction to the situation, his silver eyes glinting in the sunlight. The taller boy glanced down at him and gulped, his smile bright if a bit wary. "Sounds like a plan."

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Albus followed Scorpius through the dungeons slowly, his heart climbing as they neared their destination. He had never been to his boyfriend's personal rooms and nor had he expected to be thrown there by his own family. Each time his panic would spike, a lazy calm seemed to settle over him, making him all too calm and tightening the coil that seemed like a constant companion in his stomach. He sighed as they reached the portal and a wave of heat settled over him.

"You're getting far too good at that."

Scorpius grinned at the complaint, before stating the password and gesturing for Albus to step inside before him. The Gryffindor did so with little hesitation, grimacing as his eyes were assaulted with greens and silvers and expensive furniture. He jumped when a portrait he had not seen let out a small exclamation of suspicion.

"Ah," Severus sighed, setting the cauldron he had been inspecting down gently, "The Potter brat."

Albus scowled at the pale, dark-haired man, approaching the painting slowly as Scorpius shut the door behind them. "I don't know who you are, sir, but I'll thank you not to label me. You don't even know me."

Severus chuckled darkly, folding his arms slowly as he stared down into green eyes that were almost painfully familiar. "But I know your father. So thrilling to know that he has reproduced and that said offspring is now in my former dorm. Tell me, mister Potter, are you as thick-headed as your sire or do you follow your mother's rule-breaking methods?"

Albus seethed at the portrait, his nose wrinkling in disdain. He sneered up at the man. "Clearly you know nothing of my father or my mother if all you see them as is that. I'll thank you not to speak of them again, sir. They are the bravest people I will ever know."

Severus watched the youth retain his temper, green eyes flashing. He allowed a small smirk to grace his features. "Indeed. What is your name, then? If I must put up with you."

Scorpius placed a steady hand on his mate's shaking shoulder, smiling softly up at his father's friend. "His name," he spoke slowly, a glint in his silver eyes, "is Albus Severus Potter."

For a moment the man looked visibly winded. He paled and dropped his arms to his sides as he regarded the fresh-faced youth, his namesake. The boy twisted his mouth into a grimace and sighed. "And who are you?"

Severus withdrew further into the painting, seating himself on his desk and picking up the book he had begun the previous night. He answered without glancing up.

"My name is Severus Snape."

Albus stared as the man in the portrait turned away from him, his confused gaze darting to Scorpius. "I'm named after him," he whispered as the smaller boy dragged him away from the painting. "He died for my father. Why does he hate him if he died for him?"

Scorpius smiled softly, pushing in the door to the only bedroom. "That is quite a long story," he smiled, "perhaps you'll be allowed to ask him about it someday."

Lost in thought, Albus yelped when he was suddenly pushed backwards, his knees hitting the wooden frame of the bed and forcing him onto his back. Scorpius' body was pressed against his so suddenly he gasped.

"Score?"

The blonde straddled him slowly, causing the breath to catch in Albus' throat until he felt as though he could not breathe. He lifted unsure hands to rest against the Veela's slender hips and was rewarded with a soft thrill that shuddered through his body. The Slytherin leaned down suddenly, locking his gaze on Albus.

Silver had flooded the blonde's eyes, drowning any other colour in a display of raw power. Heat flooded Albus' stomach, causing the young man to groan and flop back helplessly on the bed. Scorpius purred and let his wings slip away from his body in one fluid sweep, filling the bedroom with a soft whiteness.

Albus grasped the smaller boy's arms and pulled him down to press his lips against the blonde's. Scorpius felt hot, as though he had been exposed to the heat of the sun for far too long. It raced across his pale skin and flooded Albus' system with a sparking warmth. "Score," the brunette whispered, trailing fingers down the smaller boy's thighs, "are you sure?"

The Veela grinned, his teeth sharp and white as he fluttered his wings behind him.

"Oh yes," he growled, "oh yes..."
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