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Love Conquers All	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1518 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter-12
Guilt and Insanity
It was four in the morning when Albus's eyes opened on their own accord and he blinked sleepily. His stomach grumbled and he turned towards Marcus. The red eyed boy was sleeping peacefully and Albus was hungry. So he tiptoed to his door and out to the kitchen. He was very surprised to find Scorpius in front of the stove. He was- Albus sniffed and realized that he was making tea. When Scorpius moved towards the refrigerator to take milk, he realized that something was definitely very wrong. He was limping and his hands were trembling. The milk fell from his trembling fingers and Albus moved forward to help him, finally letting himself be noticed.
"Let me help you." He whispered and bent down to scrub the milk.
"No need. I can do it myself." Scorpius replied softly and muttered a cleaning charm. Albus looked at the boy who was still limping and trembling and Albus asked the question that had been nagging him "Where were you yesterday night?"
Scorpius shrugged in reply and asked instead "Will you have tea?"
"Yes. Thank you. No sugar." He replied back and Scorpius poured the milk in the pan. His fingers were trembling and for some unknown reason and Albus's heart started pounding.
"Do you want anything to eat?" Scorpius asked and Albus replied softly "Two pieces of buttered toast. Thank you."
All the time, Scorpius's fingers trembled and he limped and Albus's instincts screamed at him.
"Are you fine? Why are you trembling and limping?" He asked and Scorpius froze for a second.
After that second though, he unfroze and replied smoothly "You must be mistaken. I have not had enough sleep, you know. I was preparing an experimental potion in my lab. My own recipe. I am just tired."
But Scorpius was not looking at him, even when he came towards the table with the tray and settled across from him.
"Help yourself, please Albus." He whispered and started eating.
"You are lying. Why are you lying? Where were you?" He asked softly. For some unknown reason, he just couldn't be angry at Scorpius, even though he hated it when someone lied to him.
"You can ask father. He knew. I was in my lab. Is the toast fine? Do you need more butter?" Scorpius deflected the topic and Albus started in concern now, his breathes quickened for some strange unknown reason "Please tell me. Where were you?"
"Is the tea okay? Do you need sugar?" He asked instead of answering Albus and he wanted to throw the breakfast at the floor. But then the image of a limping and trembling Scorpius came unbidden to his mind and he ate his breakfast quietly. He knew that Scorpius won't answer him and again for some bloody unknown reason his eyes watered. Wet eyes lowered on his empty plate, he whispered "Thank you for the breakfast. You need rest. I think you are tired and we are leaving for Hogwarts day after tomorrow. You must rest."
Scorpius whispered, his eyes on the prophet now "I will. Thank you." Before limping out of the room, he threw the prophet on his chair muttering "Bloody death eaters." Albus's ears perked and he stood up to read the prophet. What he read chilled his blood...
THREE MUGGLEBORN GIRLS FOUND RAPED AND KILLED WITH THEIR TWO MUGGLE FRIENDS IN SURREY
Seven year old Sylvia, Jane and Mary were raped and killed along with their muggle girlfriends Jenny and Alice in a lane in Surrey yesterday night around 11 P.M. The dark mark looked menacing and frightening in the sky ...
Is Marcus responsible- no, No he couldn't. No he wouldn't do this. He simply won't.
Albus muttered to himself before dropping the newspaper unceremoniously on the table and running towards his room to get some more sleep.
Albus woke up for the second time and realized that it was 8 A.M. He blinked his sleepy eyes and turned his face and saw Marcus sleeping peacefully, his face towards Albus. He pushed a the image of a limping and trembling Scorpius and broken bodies of five little girls to the back of his mind and looked at the innocent image Marcus made while sleeping.
Innocent, my arse. The thought came unbidden before Albus could stop himself and his tried to ignore it.
Albus had tried to speak to Marcus about his rudeness last night but all had been in vain. Marcus had ignored him completely and it was justified. He shouldn't have treated Marcus that way. He had behaved monstrously. That man had been a stranger and Albus had had fucked Scorpius in front of him, without any preparation, no less. He wondered why Marcus had agreed because Marcus could have denied his demands. The boy was quiet powerful and why would he agree to Albus's irrational orders.
Albus had never felt such strange urges. He had never wanted to have threesomes before. But he felt an overwhelming urge to see someone else fucking Marcus hard. He wanted deep throat Marcus while that man fucked him and he wanted it to be hard and rough. Why had he never felt such things with Scorpius, or perhaps he had. Perhaps he had not explored his own desires. But then why did he want to Crucio anyone who touched Scorpius ever again? Why did he not have any such problem with Marcus? He really, really wanted to deep throat him while Marcus was fucked bareback by a third man and perhaps whipped by a fourth one.
He deserved it for luring me towards Unforgivable curses. Bloody Bastard. Criminal.
Albus stared at the ceiling wondering where that last had come from, completely unbidden in his mind. Marcus was not a criminal. Why would he Albus think that he was a criminal? Marcus was not responsible for the incident in surrey. He wasn't.
I will, bloody, teach him a lesson.
Once again, a stray thought came in his mind and he did not know why because Albus did not believe that Marcus could be behind the murders. He simply didn't because Marcus won't do it or make anyone do it.
When Marcus simply woke up and started crawling out of the bed to go to the bathroom without even wishing morning to him, his rage flared and he snapped sharply "I had hoped that you at least had the decency to wish me morning after being ruthlessly fucked by me. Of course, I was wrong."
Marcus shrugged. He merely shrugged and continued. Albus completely lost his mind.
How dare the bastard ignore me? After what he provoked me do yesterday, how dare he?
Unbidden, the images of a limping Scorpius and the image of the old man who was being crucioed by him revolved in his mind. The images alternated between Scorpius's limping and trembling body and the screaming old man and broken little girls.
Why couldn't Albus calm himself down? It was bloody ridiculous. Marcus was not even responsible for the crimes. Of course, he was not. It had to be some stupid ex-death eaters or something. It couldn't have been Marcus and Scorpius was just tired, just like he claimed to be.
Where was Marcus when you were alone with your parents? Where was Scorpius when you were having dinner? Why was he eating so late? Why was he trembling all over? He is never clumsy. Why had Marcus vanished early from the table? Where the bloody hell had he gone?
He silenced the voices and looked at the bathroom door, waiting for the red eyed ill-mannered boy. He did not even have the decency to wish morning to Albus.
It was time you learnt some manners, Marcus.
The bathroom opened and Marcus came out of it. Albus spoke sharply when he started towards the door of the room "Where do you think you are going, eh?" and locked the door using his wand.
Marcus turned towards him, clearly shocked at Albus's boldness.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" He snapped and Albus lost it completely. The images of Scorpius and the little girls revolved in his mind and he crawled out of his bed in his boxers and night shirt and his rage spiked. He did not even understand his own anger when he stormed towards Marcus whose red eyes flashed at him and growled at the boy "Don't you dare take that tone with me, Marcus."
Marcus growled and backed off "Who do you think you bloody are, eh?" The boy was dressed in black trousers and white shirt. Albus's eyes trailed from his neck to chest to trousers. It was time to teach Marcus some manners. He thought and gazed at Marcus's handsome body again. Marcus was turned on by his gaze and the bulge on his trousers was an evidence of that fact. He walked close towards Marcus and glared into his red eyes. In a blur of motion, he held Marcus's hair pulled them hard so as to bare the boy's neck. Marcus was not struggling so he pulled the hair some more and bit his neck hard enough to hurt. Marcus moaned in both pain and pleasure.
"You are such a bastard, Marcus. What the hell do you think of yourself?" He growled and turned Marcus abruptly and slammed his head into the door roughly. Marcus's scream satisfied him. The photo of five little girls came into his mind and he banged his head once again, though he was sure that Marcus was not responsible for the incidents. He was not. Then why couldn't Albus control his rage even though Marcus was screaming in pain. Why did Albus bang his head again when the image of a trembling Scorpius came into his mind? They were nothing but bloody coincidences. Marcus was not responsible for the incidents and in Surrey and Hangleton.
"Now, I am going to release your hair. Be a good boy and stay put, Marcus." He warned him sharply and Marcus nodded after pleading "Please. Please."
Albus released him and traced his hand on Marcus's hard and clothed prick.
"It turns you on, doesn't it? When I slam your head and fuck you without any preparation." He growled and pressed his chest on Marcus's back such Marcus was pressed firmly against the door and his prick was pressed against Marcus's tight arse.
"No. No. It doesn't." Marcus breathed and Albus squeezed his hard prick. Marcus moaned and Albus mocked him "That is why you are as hard as a rock. Tell me honestly. Tell me that you don't want this and I will let you go. Be honest. I hate liars. It wouldn't be good for you to lie to me."
Marcus breathed and pressed his cheek on the door and whispered "Yes. Yes I like it. Yes."
Albus backed off and screamed "Bastard." He was so bloody angry at him. He had ruined everything. He tore Marcus's shirt and threw it on the floor and his trousers and underpants followed the shirt and he slammed his head hard on the door. Marcus moaned and Albus glared at his back "EVERTHING. Ruined everything."
Albus did not understand the reason or cause of sudden and potent rage inside him but he pinned Marcus hands above his head and growled at him "Don't move your hands." Marcus nodded and whispered "Yes. Yes." The five little and innocent girls swam in Albus's mind and his rage flared.
He shrugged his underwear off and growled "Bastard. Bloody BASTARD." and positioned his prick on Marcus's perineum.
Marcus moaned in pleasure when Albus scratched his back and ordered him to keep his hands pinned above him.
The bastard was enjoying. BLOODY ENJOYING.
"You PATHETIC USELESS BASTARD" Albus screamed and slammed inside the boy. Marcus's pained scream satisfied Albus because the images of little girls just won't go out of his mind. But Marcus couldn't be responsible for that. He couldn't. Not his sweet beautiful quiet Marcus. Then why did he feel such a potent rage towards the boy. He slammed inside him again and again and again.
"Apologise for being ill mannered and I will hit your prostate." He growled and slammed inside him again. He felt some liquid on his prick and looked down to find that it was blood.
Bastard deserved it for- for-.
But Marcus couldn't have done it. HE COULDN'T. Albus screamed and slammed inside him again "BLOODY APOLOGISE ALREADY."
"Sorry. I am sorry. Please." Finally Marcus apologized and true to his promise, Albus hit his prostate and he did not soften the thrusts. After a few more thrusts they came, Marcus all over his door and he came inside Marcus.
Albus finally pulled out and he ignored the way Marcus bled. He turned away and fled to his bathroom after a mumbled "I will meet you at the breakfast table."
What was bloody wrong with him. He wondered and splashed water on his sweating face. He looked at his face inside the mirror and couldn't recognise himself for the first time in life. His eyes were red rimmed and there were tear trails all over his face. When had started crying and why was he crying?
Albus splashed his face again and showered. He scrubbed each and every part of his body, trying to get rid of the dirty feeling he was having. He tried and tried but even after half an hour the feeling did not go away. Furious at his irrational and insane behaviour, he exited the bathroom and got ready to start the day.
Bloody hell. This day is going to be very bad. How will I apologise to Marcus?
But even though he felt guilty at his own monstrous behaviour, he knew inside his heart that he was not guilty that he had been monstrous to Marcus.
After all, the bastard was responsible for luring me to cast the unforgivable curses and kill those kids at Hangleton and Surrey.
Albus quietened the voice with a shout.
"NO, HE MOST CERTAINLY IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE BLOODY INCIDENTS AT BLOODY HANGLETON AND SURREY AND I MOST CERTAINLY WANT TO LEARN DARK CURSES AND I BLOODY WILL."
But, even though, Albus shook his head and cast a cleaning charm on himself after showering for half an hour, he couldn't get rid of the dirty feeling from himself or the anger at Marcus or an urge to look over his shoulder in fear of someone catching him off guard while he was casting the unforgivable curses.
Bloody hell, what a way to start the day.
He thought furiously and closed his door with a bang and then walked towards the breakfast table.
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