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Set the World on Fire	By : jessebarbieheart Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Albus Severus/Scorpius Views: 3701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of her delicious characters. Though I wish I could, I will never make proffit from this lovely fic. Nor do I own the rights to Fun's song "We Are Young".

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A/N: This chapter is loosely based on the song "Run" by Matt Nathanson. It's not as blatant as the first chapter, but if you look hard enough, it's there.

When Albus woke, he was overcome straight away by the unbearable throbbing in his temple. Not just his temple, his whole head. His whole everything. He felt like it was all on fire. He ached that much. And the sun streaming into his eyes only made it worse. As did whoever was banging around in the kitchen. This apartment's way too small, he thought vaguely, resting more comfortably into his pillow.

But if just wasn't comfortable enough. The boy frowned, opening his eyes just a slit to see what was so solid beneath him. The shriek that escaped him was involuntary as he pushed off the pale, naked chest. An arm shot out to catch him before he toppled back and hit the floor. And some voice he registered as calm and soothing ushered for him to quiet down.

The night before came crashing down on him with enough force to make him reel again. Al tore his arm away, frowning down at the gently smiling Malfoy heir.

His slow, aching mind slowly assessed the situation. They were both shirtless. He still had his trousers on, but Scorpius seemed to be stripped down to a pair of silky-looking boxers. He combined this with the memory of retching last night to assume nothing happened.

Except for the kiss.

This was the most he could do before groaning and moving to massage the bridge of his nose.

"Your dad's home. Has been for about a half hour," the other said gently, pulling himself into a sitting position as well.

Albus hardly had a second to process this, Scorpius' hand upon his before the door opened. His father, all grins and satisfied smiles, opened the door. "I know I missed the dinner last night, but I-" He stopped short, fingers turning a little white on the tray he was holding as he looked at the bed. "Oh..." Slowly, he took steps back, blinking his eyes in obvious confusion. "M-made breakfast...whenever you're ready..." Probably harder than he meant to, he snapped the door shut.

An eerie silence rested in the room after that awkward encounter. Though grinning wildly, Scorpius said nothing. He was waiting for Albus to say something. Anything.

Stunned into a quiet dream-like state, Al dashed out of the bed and moved to pull on a shirt from the closet. But, since all three children shared this room when visiting their father, he had accidentally grabbed one that belonged to his brother. James' shirt hung loosely from his small chest, the neck low enough to expose the breaches of his clavicles. This vision apparently did nothing to avert the other's eyes. If anything, he stared with more intensity than even last night's kiss.

"You gotta go..." Albus shuffled nervously from foot-to-foot. He knew what his dad must be thinking. Both boys had been half-naked. What else would he assume than that something racy had happened last night? "Now," he added hastily, hungover brain throbbing even harder.

Scorpius' mouth drew into a thin, straight line as he got up. He pulled his pants up off the floor from beside the window, putting them on in a sad, slow fashion.

Once he was dressed, he headed for the bedroom door without a word. Albus caught his arm on the way, asking him softly, scared. "Nothing happened last night...right? I mean...you know..."He was too afraid to say it out loud. It sounded dirty and forbidden in his mind.

Expression softening, Scorpius sighed and shook his head. "I wouldn't ever do something like that. I'm not...that kind of person, Albus." He stepped back towards the other, reaching for his hand and bringing it gently to his lips.

Though his eyes widened, Albus didn't pull back. He actually closed the space between them. Acting on impulse, he cupped Scorpius' cheek in his palm and said softly, "Thank you... Stay for breakfast?" His forwardness surprised them both, and mentally he blamed the splitting headache he had.

"Sure." Scorpius watched him closely, looking for any sign of insincerity. But Albus gave none. He merely led them out the door and the few steps it took to get to the kitchen.

The boys stopped in unison, glued together once they were there. Their fathers stood inches from each other, talking heatedly. The elder Malfoy's pale face was stained red, though it didn't seem to be from anger. There was almost an embarrassed singe to it as he hastily uttered words to his lover. Harry Potter's hand remained cupped gently around the man's neck, trying to reassure him.

To get their attention, Al cleared his throat and took a step forward. When he dropped the hand so tenderly clasped in his, Scorpius looked forlorn and pulled his arms up to his chest. "Dad, you didn't have to go running top Mr. Malfoy."

Harry sighed and turned his son. "Draco was already here. He stayed here last night..." A fact Albus should have realized from their men's lack of clothes. Both were in no more than a t-shirt and boxer briefs. He blushed upon noticing this, taking that step back again. "We both did."

"Hey, thanks for making sure I was alright when I was puking my guts out," Albus shot at him, eyes narrowing. It irked him that his dad was there last night and he still didn't come to his aid. There was something wrong to that. "Oh, wait. That wasn't you. That was Scorpius." He frowned, not sure why that gave a little flutter to his stomach.

Harry's expression was hard to read as he pushed a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast across the table. "Eat. I'll see if I have a Pepper-Up Potion somewhere. But we do need to talk about..." He cleared the uncomfortable feeling creeping up from his throat. "This." He gestured between the two children and grasped Draco roughly by the arm, pulling him back to his bedroom.

"Whatever they say, they're hypocrites." This was the first trace of anger Albus could remember hearing from the other. It made him cringe, sitting down and picking at the toast. Scorpius continued, settling against the counter with his arms still held to his chest. "Our home may be big, but I can still hear them at night. They don't stick to father's bedroom, by the way..." He shuddered, closing his eyes at the memories that came flooding back. "Their libidos are...massive..." There was a tone to his voice that the words 'and that's not all' were left out of his small rant.

In the silence that followed, Albus had no idea what to say. He and Mr. Malfoy never stayed here on the same nights. Ginny made absolute sure of that. She didn't want the divorce to affect any of her children like that. But, apparently, the other half in this awkward situation couldn't care less. Surely Draco and Astoria, who were no longer married either, should have taken some measures to keep Scorpius happy. But apparently not. It saddened Al to think on it, worrying at his lip.

As he thought about this, however, he couldn't help but to wonder why he cared. Just last night, he was willing to push Scorpius away. But something about that gift and the way the other looked at him... It had pulled him in. Completely sucked his heart in and now...he couldn't pull away. What was holding him there exactly? And why was he only able to realize how much he wanted the Malfoy boy after last night.

Because...I was afraid to let him in before...

Somewhere deep down, Albus feared he was more like his father than he'd ever taken time to figure. They were almost identical as far as looks went. The only physical trace of his mother in him was the slight, red highlights to his hair only visible when he was in direct sunlight. He'd also inherited her studious behavior, no doubt. And maybe a bit of her fiery temper.

But there were things besides demeanor and looks that could get passed down from parent to child. Ever since the whole fiasco with Malfoy started, something had been stirring in Albus. It was something he never dwelled on for too long because he didn't want it to be true. It was too uncomfortable to fully realize as truth.

He was more like his father than he was willing to admit to.

And apparently that likeness stemmed down to their taste in men. Blonde, rich men were his weakness...

Absently, Albus reached into his pocket and pulled out the gift box. He unwrapped the necklace again, smiling softly to himself. Even if he didn't particularly like the charm hanging upon it, he still couldn't help but to feel elated at the thought of it. Scorpius had actually thought to get him a gift. He couldn't quite remember what everyone else had bought for him. But this kept nagging at his soul. He couldn't wait to put it on.

His fingers shook in anticipation as Albus worked to clasp the chain around his neck. The cold metal seemed to warm soothingly at the touch of his skin.

"That's nice. Where'd you get it from?" Harry said gently, rejoining the boys in the kitchen. He slid a vial over to his son, smiling kindly. Startled, Al looked up from the gold, meeting his father's eyes for a moment. Then shifted over towards the boy so raptly staring at him from by the counter. He donned a delighted blush, opening his mouth to speak after swallowing the potion and feeling the warm feeling of it beginning to work.

Draco cut him off, plopping down across from him at the table before he could utter a sound. "That's the gift I picked out for Scorpius to give to him." Those grey eyes shone with a mischievous glint, hinting that Albus wasn't the intended source. Surely he had hoped the boy wouldn't like it and toss it aside to his father.

Instinctively, Albus gripped at the tiny ball. Protecting it. Harry nodded, staring at the necklace with something like envy. He seemed not to have any expensive, Malfoy-chosen trinket to call his own. "Well... Ehem, let's get this done with." He sat softly beside Draco, eyes on his lover's son. They begged for him to join them. Scorpius remained where he was, eyes cold. "Simply...," Harry started, returning his gaze to his own child. "Draco and I feel that we can't rightfully tell you not to date each other. We don't set a very good example against it, so..." He shrugged, hand reaching out to find the paler one beside his. "We know that you're adults and that you can make your own decisions. However, we do ask that you get permission before spending nights together." Albus made a move to protest, but Draco's steely look caused him to remain quiet." Maybe nothing happened last night. We don't care to know either way. Just please respect what we're asking and we'll all be fine." He ended with a smile, reaching for an abandoned cup of coffee.

"Don't tell Mum," Albus said quietly, standing and looking over at Scorpius. "I want to do it myself."

"I can live with that," Harry breathed, relieved.

Albus nodded, lacing his fingers with the blonde boy's as he walked over. "We're...we're going out. I'll be back later." Harry gave a silent smile in consent. This was all Al needed to see before he was dashing out of the flat.

The moment fresh air hit his lungs, he felt he could really, finally breathe again. But he didn't speak a single word, leading his...well, Scorpius down the street. In fact, they had reached a children's park before either of them even said a word. "Fucking hypocrites," Scorpius hissed, lowering himself onto a swing. There was a terrifying, dark glow to his eyes that Albus nearly cringed at.

He sat beside the other slowly. Cautiously. "Wh-what?"

Scorpius shook his head, as if ridding himself of some thought, and muttered, "Nothing..."

Albus awkwardly pumped his legs, putting the swing in motion. He had nothing more to say. Instead he kept moving, watching the ground move under his feet.

"You look rather like a child," Scorpius said, amusement hiding behind his serious expression And something else...

Desire.

Abruptly, Albus dug his heels into the ground. He came to a lurching stop, knees threatening to cave backwards. His shock and wide eyes had nothing to do with the other's statement or the hidden expressions. Instead, it stemmed from the longing he was feeling in return. He had the urge to press his lips to those soft, gently colored ones playing at an almost smile. He wanted to watch Scorpius undress. He wanted to see him come completely undone.

"Albus?" Scorpius asked softly, studying him carefully. "Do you actually like me? Or was last night merely the alcohol working in you? Or...or the hate towards that Longbottom girl? Was it real?"

Albus knew the answer right off the top of his head. Yes. Yes, it was real. One hundred percent genuine. Yet, fear and denial held him back. He didn't want to open his mouth and spill a secret he'd kept from even himself for years.

Instead of a coherent thought, Al squeaked out a sound that was absolutely pitiful. It was along the lines of an anguished cry mixed with a heated moan.

Slowly, carefully, Scorpius stood. His fists tightened around the chains of the other swing, leaning down so their eyes were level. "You do," he stated coolly. It made Albus shiver, unable to tear his eyes away. "You do, Albus. Severus. Potter." He paused momentarily at the end of every part of Al's name, savoring the lost, rapt sheen that enveloped the once-Gryffindor every time.

Any doubts currently in Albus' mind, ebbed away with that statement. The press of a kiss to his forehead sealed the thoughts in his head. He liked Scorpius Malfoy. A lot. He was surer of it now than he had been of anything else before. "I do," he whispered, snaking his arms around the other's neck.

Scorpius stood, hands moving to Albus' hips as he pulled him up from his seat. "Swear that you'll be mine now." His wand was in his hand, the tip resting softly against where the Potter boy's heart was.

Without hesitation or coaxing, Albus nodded and said, barely audible, "I swear..."

Because he was lost in Scorpius' stare, he missed the shimmer to the air around them. A spell at work, sneaking its way into Albus through the other's silent incantations. One that had full control of his soul. It caused his vision to black over, lids sliding shut before he could notice anything awry. Slowly, he slumped forward, caught by the toned man that was leering down at him.

Albus Potter was now completely at Scorpius Malfoy's mercy.

A/N: Like it? Post a review ;) (sorry it wasn't as long as time, but this was exactly how I wanted to end it)
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