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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 Thirteen:

December First:

"He's not human."

"You're observational skills astound me."

Albus squeaked when his comment was met with a sharp slap to the back of his head, a sound that drew Scorpius' eyes to his own for a split second, before the Slytherin rolled his eyes and continued his conversation with Lucielle.

The dark haired Gryffindor glared at his fiery-haired cousin, wincing as he rubbed the back of his head. Rose spared him no sympathy. "No but seriously, Al, look at him! Score is acting less and less like a teenage boy should act. He's possessive, he gets into fights with girls who even glance at you, he's eating more than three times what he used to."

Albus rolled his eyes and pushed away the dinner plate before him, "and where in that observation is he unlike a teenager, Rosie?

The red head narrowed her eyes at the taller male, before slinging her backpack over one shoulder. "You know I'm telling the truth Al. I love Score but he was never like this. Maybe you should talk to him, see if something's bothering him. I'd rather not pull him off of another poor third year just because she asked could she borrow your pen."

"She was a fifth year."

Rose growled and smacked the boy again, earning herself a snort of laughter from Lily. "Not the point! Talk to him, I'm sure you can find the time seeing as you're practically living with him."

Albus paled as the curly haired witch strode away, his green eyes darting from her retreating form to the pale, slender boy sat only a few feet down the Gryffindor table, sandwiched between Robbie and Lucielle. The slytherin looked utterly content, his cheeks flushed from laughter and his silver eyes lidded with amusement.

Scorpius hadn't changed, had he?

It had been near a month since the pair had formed a relationship, and less than a fortnight since they had consummated that bond. In all the time Albus had spent with Scorpius since, he had not once seen a change in the smaller male. True, Scorpius was prone to jealousy, but it was a trait that Fluer herself admitted was perfectly normal. Had it been any other relationship between a male and a female, Albus doubted whether such jealousy would even be pulled into question.

He ran a hand over the freckled bridge of his nose, eyes narrowing as he watched Scorpius drag forth another plate of pumpkin pie. His third. The Veela's eating habits were becoming odd, that he could easily admit. All Scorpius seemed intent on ingesting these days was sugar and bread, a diet that had both Albus and Fluer baffled. There seemed little harm in it, though. Scorpius had always been too thin, only picking at his food.

That he felt secure enough to indulge now only brought pride to Albus's heart. Had Scorpius desired to eat the entire Hogwarts kitchen supply, Albus was certain he would allow it.

He was so caught up in his thoughts, it took the dark-haired Gryffindor longer than it should have to realise he was being stared at. He caught a flash of silver and raised his eyes to lock onto Scorpius'. The Veela stared back at him, his head tilting curiously as a flush stole across his cheekbones. Albus felt a smirk pull at his lips, his eyes narrowing until Scorpius' cheeks had taken on a dull red tint and the smaller male glanced away.

The spike of arousal that tore through his stomach was infinitely worth the embarrassment he had caused the slytherin. He chuckled as he rose to stand, Scorpius' Allure clinging to his skin like a physical presence, making it hard to walk away from the blonde. And still, he did, his grin only widening as he strode through the doorway and past the students that littered the hallways, their boredom at having no afternoon classes evident in their idle chatter.

It was not until he reached the dungeons that his Veela caught up to him.

Scorpius threw himself at the taller male, flattening the Gryffindor to the cold, stone floors as they landed and spreading his wings to keep the man pinned down.

"Tell me you missed me."

Scorpius' voice was husky, sleek and playful and flooding Albus' system as easily as the Allure he exuded only for the Gryffindor.

The green eyed boy hissed and gripped the blonde's hips as he twisted, forcing his body harder against the taller boy's. "Molesting students in a hallway? That's a little beneath you, isn't it, Malfoy?"

Scorpius drew back his lip in a subtle hiss, his sharp teeth flashing and his wings snapping dangerously in a way that only served to tighten the coil of lust in Albus' stomach. "I will molest you where I like, Potter. You're mine."

Albus let loose a throaty chuckle, before shifting suddenly and tipping the smaller boy off of him. He stood swiftly and dragged the Veela up with him, his arms winding around the blonde's waist. Scorpius all but purred in satisfaction, his eyes fluttering closed as he raised his face for a kiss.

Albus complied, moulding his lips against the blonde's and sliding his tongue through the opening Scorpius' gasp had created. He pulled away abruptly, drawing a whine from the slytherin as he pushed the boy along, towards their room.

"Your standards may be slipping, but I'll not rut against you in an open hallway, Score."

The Veela growled, sliding his wings inwards and stretching his arms before him as they moved forwards. "A Malfoy knows what is proper, but a Malfoy also knows what he wants. In a matter of conflicting interests I went for what would benefit me most."

"Which is why the sorting hat threw you into the snake pit." Albus shook his head with a laugh as they drew nearer to the dormitory he had come to view as theirs. "Also, your dad's full of himself."

Scorpius paused as he slid open the doorway, his eyes raised in consideration. "This is true."

Albus shook his head as he discarded his bag atop the marbled desk of the living room, much to Severus' displeasure. The black-haired man scowled from his picture frame. "That particular piece of furniture was not made to be bombarded with infantile luggage carriers, Mr. Potter."

"Yes, yes," Albus agreed, rolling his eyes as he moved to push the bag off the table, "and the couch was not made for me to nap on, and the drapes were not made for me to pick at…"

"And the bed was not made to be fucked in."

"Scorpius Malfoy, you watch your tongue!"

The blonde rounded his shoulders at the reprimand, his cheeks colouring despite the wicked grin that had found its way to his lips. Albus howled in laughter, snapping a hand over his mouth when Snape's furious eyes locked onto his.

He hurried himself into the bedroom before the previous potions master could begin a lecture on how bad an influence he was, his eyes sparkling with laughter as he made his way through the room and into the bathroom that had been tucked away in the corner. It was a modest bathroom, done in black tile and with a small shower stall which he now turned on.

He had stripped himself of his shirt and tie when slim arms wrapped around him from behind and a soft kiss was placed between his shoulder blades.

"Scorpius?"

The blonde hummed in response, his hands moving downwards to toy with the clasp of Albus' belt.

"Are you happy?"

The hands stilled, frozen until they moved to twist Albus around and he found himself staring down into wide eyes full doubt.

"Are you not happy?"

Albus clucked his tongue, dragging his hand through white-blonde curls. "Of course I am happy. I've never been more happy. I only want to make sure that there's nothing.. Worrying you, or bothering you."

Scorpius' lips softened to a smile and he rested his chin against the Gryffindor's chest. "I am more than happy. I'm content. I am perfectly content."

Albus smiled back at him and bent to press his lips against the Veela's, his hands sliding swiftly up the smaller boy's shirt as he did. He chuckled when the blonde clung to him and rid them both of their clothing before stepping backwards, into the hot water of the shower.

"That's all that matters."
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