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The Third Generation of Love	By : GryffindorToy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Albus Severus/Scorpius Views: 6463 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two

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When they got off of the train at Platform 9 �, Albus was shocked to see his mum and dad waiting for him. He walked over to them, with Scorpius on his heel, a feeling of dread growing in the pit of his stomach. His mum looked furious�

�Let�s go, Albus,� she snapped, �You�re coming home with me and your father.�

�But- I�m staying at Scorpius�. Dad said I could,� Al stated.

�Your father didn�t bother to discuss it with me first,� she said, �And if you think for one second that I�m going to let you stay with the Malfoys,� she spat the name like it was a filthy word, �then you�re sorely mistaken.�

�But-�

�No! I won�t have you hanging around that- that- little Death Eater anymore!� she exclaimed.

�Ginny!� Harry gasped.

Scorpius sighed and muttered, �I knew this would happen��

Al glared at his mother. �Don�t talk about him like that!�

�Why not? It�s true�� she said.

Draco Malfoy chose this moment to stride over, smiling. It was a warm smile, though. It struck Albus as- a predator�s smile. �Is there a problem here?� he drawled.

�Besides the fact that your son is trying to brainwash Albus, you mean?� Ginny snarled.

�Ginny, we should go. You�re causing a scene�� Harry said complacently.

�I don�t care! Albus, get away from him! You�re coming home, and I�ll no more arguments,� she stated, hands on her hips.

He shook his head sadly. �Sorry Mum, but I�m not going anywhere with you. Not when you�re acting like this. I�m going with Scorpius and Mr. Malfoy.�

�Albus Severus Potter! If you go with them, then don�t even bother coming home. You won�t be welcome,� she snapped, disapparating.

Harry sighed, placing a comforting hand on his son�s shoulder. �Don�t worry, Al. Give her some time to cool off and I�ll talk to her. You go spend some time with your friends.�

Albus forced a smile. �Thanks, Dad.�

He pulled the boy into a tight hug, praying that Ginny would come to her senses. He let go, grinning. �Don�t get into too much trouble.�

�I can�t promise anything. You know that,� Al said, so seriously that Harry couldn�t help but laugh.

Even Draco chuckled, and Harry turned to him, grinning. �Malfoy��

�Potter,� Draco responded, �I�ll keep my eyes on them.�

Scorpius scoffed, rolling his eyes. �Like we need a bloody babysitter�� he muttered.

Al grinned at him, giving a discreet wink, and Scorpius knew what he was thinking. It would be rather hard for his father to keep his eyes on something that was� say� invisible. He smirked.

�So when do I get to rid myself of the mini-Potter?� Draco asked, though without a hint of the malice that his voice once held.

�Any time you get sick of him, just send him home,� Harry replied, �Which may be rather early, as he can be a bit of a nuisance.� He smiled fondly at his son. �However, just in case you don�t tire of him, shall we say� June seventeenth? Al, you did want to stay for his birthday, didn�t you?�

�Yeah! Er� if that�s okay with Mr. Malfoy?� Al said, blushing.

�It�s fine with me,� Draco said, grinning.

�I guess I�ll see you in a couple of weeks, then,� Harry said.

�Dad!� Lily exclaimed, running over to Harry and throwing her arms around his neck, �Where�s Al going?�

�To his friend, Scorpius�,� Harry replied, �What took you so long on the train?�

�I had to- say goodbye to my� er� friends,� she said, blushing.

�Don�t you mean that you had to kiss Timothy goodbye?� Al teased, earning him a glare from his fourteen year old sister.

Harry raised an eyebrow at her. �We�ll talk about that later. I�ll see you on the seventeenth, Al.�

�Yeah. Bye, Dad. Bye, Lils. See you later,� Al said impatiently.

Harry chuckled as Lily kissed her brother on the cheek. �Alright. We get it. Let�s go, Lily.�

As they departed, Al heard Lily say, �Where�s Mum?� and grimaced.

�Let�s be off, then. No use dawdling,� Draco said, leading them through the porthole and to a ministry issued car. Upon graduating, Draco Malfoy had gone on to become the top interrogations officer for the aurors.

They only drove to The Leaky Cauldron where they left the car and traveled by floo to Malfoy Manor. Albus stumbled out of the fireplace and looked around the room, wide-eyed. It was beautifully decorated in rich, earthy colors and contained two large plush armchairs, a sofa, and two end tables. The floor was stone, but was covered with a large, soft rug. The walls were stone, as well, and were tastefully adorned with wall hangings and tapestries and paintings that looked to be from all around the world.

�This is amazing!� Al breathed.

�Do you want a tour?� Scorpius asked, enjoying the expression of delight on his friend�s face.

�Definitely!� Al stated.

�Dinner is at six,� Draco called as they left the room.

Al was happy to find the entire was similarly decorated in browns, greens, and black, with, yes, the occasional splash of crimson or blue. The decorations were, indeed, from all over the world, Scorpius informed him. His favorite room, though, had to be the library. Wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling bookcases filled to the brim, a large fireplace, plush armchairs, and yet another soft rug, done in crimson and black, made the room very welcoming to Al. Not to mention the familiar scent of ink and old paper�

�You shouldn�t have shown me this room,� Al said.

�Why?� Scorpius asked.

�Because now I don�t want to leave,� Al said, grinning.

Scorpius laughed. �Come on. I�ll show you your room.�

�I already have a room?� Albus stated.

�Dad will have had one of the house-elves prepare it for you,� Scorpius said, leading him up a flight of stairs and down a long, brightly lit hallway. �Here. You�re right across the hall from me.�

Sure enough, the door directly across from his read, in silver lettering, �Scorpius Xander Malfoy�. His own door was adorned the same with �Albus Severus Potter: Guest�. He smirked.

�So, where do your M- er. Where does your dad sleep?� Al asked.

He still forgot sometimes that Scorpius� mother had left them four years ago. It had come as a major shock to Scorpius, as well as Albus, who had always thought that the woman was rather nice. However, Scorpius had gotten over it quickly, actually liking the father-son lifestyle more so than when his mother had been around.

�Dad is at the other end of the hallway,� Scorpius replied.

�Oh� so somewhere in Egypt, then?� Al said, grinning.

�Shut up, prat,� Scorpius said, elbowing him in the side.

�Is it dinnertime, yet? I�m starving,� Al said.

Scorpius glanced at the clock. �It�s only four-thirty. How can you be hungry already? You just ate a couple hours ago on the train.�

�I don�t know. Maybe touring just improves my appetite?� Al said.

Scorpius laughed. �We could go to the kitchens and get a snack, I guess.�

When they were full of strawberry tart and butterbeer, Scorpius decided to take Al outside and show him the stables. Albus was thrilled to finally meet the animals that the blonde talked so fondly about so often. He immediately was drawn to a chocolate brown mare with a black mane and tail and ocean blue eyes.

�She�s beautiful�� he breathed.

�Her name is Seafire. She�s a pure-bred Arabian that my dad recently bought,� Scorpius said, smiling at Al�s fascination, �Her previous owner sold her quite cheaply on account of the fact that her spirited nature was too much for him to handle, and he couldn�t break her.�

�Why would anyone want to break her? That�s just- wrong,� Al said, smoothing his hands down her neck and giggling when she nuzzled his shoulder.

�You seem to be getting along rather well,� Scorpius said, �Would you like to go for a ride?�

�Seriously? That would be wicked!� Al exclaimed.

�Have you ever ridden before?� Scorpius asked.

�Er�� he replied, �Only a couple times��

�Then maybe we should start you on somebody a little easier to handle,� Scorpius suggested.

�No! I want to ride Seafire�� Al said, smiling softly at the mare, �And you want to get out of there, don�t you?�

She nickered quietly.

Scorpius sighed. �If you get hurt, don�t blame me.�

They saddled the horses, and Al was excited to meet Dusty, a grey stallion with a slightly darker mane and tail. This was the horse that Scorpius talked about the most. They mounted and rode out into the pasture. Scorpius was delighted to see that Al was as natural a rider as he was a flier, and seemed just as happy and at ease astride Seafire as his Firebolt Mach 2. An hour later they tumbled into the manor, sweaty and dirty and laughing.

�What time is it?� Al asked.

�It�s� six-ten! Come on! We�re late for dinner!� Scorpius exclaimed, pulling Al into the dining room.

When they entered, Draco raised an eyebrow at them. �Boys. Are you aware that you�re late?�

�Yeah. Sorry, Dad. I was showing Al the stables and then we went for a ride and�� he grinned and shrugged, �Time got away from us, I guess.�

Draco smirked. �Alright. Come and eat, then,� he said, �You must be hungry.�

�Starved!� Al said.

Scorpius laughed. �You�re always starved, Al.�

After dinner, with much begging and pleading, Scorpius agreed to take Al back up to the library, where the boy gathered a large stack of books that had to be taken to his room by a house-elf named Mitsy. Scorpius shook his head, chuckling to himself. Al hadn�t even gotten anything that would help with school. They were all fictional, autobiographies of witches, wizards, and muggles that have had an impact on medicine, architecture, and potions, books about ancient Rome, Japan, and, especially, Egypt, or- courtesy of his mother- smutty romance novels.

�Are you done, now? I�d like to relax a bit before bed,� Scorpius said once all of the books had been transported.

�I guess�� Al replied, smiling, �Sorry. I got a little carried away. Let�s go.�

�Thank Merlin!� Scorpius breathed.

Albus laughed as they made their way to Scorpius� room. When the door was shut behind them, Al immediately grabbed a quill and a piece of parchment, sitting down at the blonde�s desk.

�What�re you doing?� Scorpius asked.

�I promised to write Professor Illusen,� ASlbus replied, starting on his letter.

Scorpius scowled darkly. �Of course. Who else would it be about?� he said sarcastically.

�What�s that supposed to mean?� Albus asked.

�Oh nothing. Just� are you sure there�s nothing going on between you and him?� Scorpius said skeptically.

Al�s jaw dropped in shock. �Are you serious? You can�t actually be that stupid, can you?�

�What else should I think? You spend hours alone with him in his office or his private chambers, �talking�. You�re writing to him over the summer, apprenticing with him after you graduate, and every time somebody asks what you �talk about� you blush like a bloody schoolgirl!� Scorpius exclaimed.

Al blushed and Scorpius growled.

�Like that! Look� it�s- I don�t� if you two are, I don�t� care. But I�m allegedly your best friend, and I don�t appreciate being lied to!�

�Maybe- maybe I blush because what we talk about� embarrasses me. Did you think of that?� Albus shot back, �And maybe I spend so much time talking to him because he understands me, and he listens. And maybe I�m apprenticing with him because I love Potions, and he happens to be the Potions Master. And maybe I write to him because we�re friends, and that�s what friends do. Gabe is a nice guy. He�s easy to talk to, he knows what I�m going through, and he�s helped me out a lot over the last six years. But we�re nothing more than friends.�

Scorpius scoffed. �So you�re on first-name basis with the professor, now?�

�Didn�t you listen to anything I just said? Bloody- I�m on first-name basis with Neville and Ryan and Luna, too. Do you think I�m shagging all of them, as well?� Albus stated. He picked up his half-written letter and stood. �I�m going to go to my own room and finish writing my letter. Once you�ve cooled off, if you want to talk, you know where to find me.�

He walked out, slamming the door behind him and leaving Scorpius to fume in solitude. He sat down at the desk, finishing his letter before sending it with his familiar, a peregrine falcon named Isis. The letter explained just the days events. His mother�s anger, Malfoy Manor, and� Scorpius.

�What the bloody hell is his problem anyway? He�s acting like such a git,� Al said to the empty room, �We�ve been best friends since first year. He should know me better than that� accusing me of sleeping with a professor and then lying about it��

He threw himself onto the bed, sighing as the soft mattress enveloped him. He kicked off his shoes and wiggled out of his jeans and shirt, leaving him in his boxers and socks. He stared up at the canopy, thinking about what Gabe had said the night before.

Did he have feelings for Scorpius? If he were to be completely honest with himself, he would realize that the answer was yes. He had very strong feelings for the boy. Probably had for some time. But he couldn�t tell Scorpius. He could barely even admit it to himself.

Scorpius would never understand. Nor would he ever reciprocate those feelings. Not while he had his pick of all of the best looking witches and wizards at Hogwarts. Besides� he�d basically given him permission to shag Gabriel Illusen! He couldn�t possibly care for Al in that way.

Albus sighed. �Damn it! Why do I have to- bloody Gabriel. I hate that he was right.� He rolled onto his stomach, resting his head on his arms. �You are wrong about on thing, Gabe. He�d never pick me. He just doesn�t think of me like that. And why would he? I�m just a scrawny, unappealing little bookworm who happens to be the son of Harry Potter. There�s nothing special about me. Sure, I can play Quidditch, but that�s about it. My grades are okay, my looks are average, there�s nothing extraordinary about my personality� and I�m a self-pitying whiner! Bloody hell! I wouldn�t even like me!�

~You shouldn�t talk to yourself. People will think you�re crazy.~

Al jumped, looking around for the source of the voice.

~Down here, stupid.~

He leaned over the edge of the bed and came face-to-face with a small, glittering black snake.

~You can talk?~ he asked.

The snake blinked in surprise. ~You understand me?~

~Of course. But where did you learn to talk?~ Al said.

The snake chuckled. ~You are the one who is speaking in tongues. You are speaking in the language of serpents.~

~Really? I�m a Parelmouth? Huh� I never knew�~ Al replied, ~But I�d never really met a snake until now, so� Um. What kind of snake are you, anyway?~

~I am an Egyptian Asp. My name is Ivy. What is yours, Little Speaker?~

~Al. It�s a pleasure to meet you, Ivy. But, if you don�t mind me asking, how did an Egyptian Asp get here?~ Al asked.

~I was brought here as an egg. I don�t know by whom, or for what purpose, but I escaped as soon as I hatched. I think the golden haired one wanted to use me in a potion�~ Ivy said.

~I see. How terrible. Well, I won�t use you in any potion, so how would you like to stay with me?~ Al asked.

~I would be delighted. You seem to be intelligent, and any Speaker is worthy company,~ she replied.

~Great. Just� promise me you won�t bite anybody. I like these people�~ Al said.

She laughed. ~Very well. But if the golden one tries to stick me in that large black pot again, I can�t be held accountable for my actions.~

~Fair enough.~

~I�m a bit hungry. I think I�ll go hunt down some tasty mice� or maybe a nice little ground squirrel�~ Ivy said, and Al imagined that she would be grinning, ~I�ll see you later tonight, Little Speaker.~

~See you later, Ivy.~

The snake slithered away and Al grinned. Okay� so maybe he wasn�t as unremarkable as he�d thought. He stood from the bed, grabbing his pajama pants and heading for the bathroom.

Once he was showered, he decided to retire for the night. If Scorpius had wanted to talk any more, he�d have already done so. He flopped down on the bed, taking note of Ivy curled up in front of the fireplace, and sighed.

~G�night, Ivy�~

~Good night, Little Speaker.~

However, sleep did not come easily for Albus Severus Potter that night. For his thoughts dwelled on Scorpius, probably already asleep, just across the hall.

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�Bloody fucking Albus!� Scorpius cursed when the door slammed behind the boy, �Why won�t he just tell me the truth?!�

�Why don�t you tell him the truth?� Draco asked, stepping into the room.

Scorpius jumped. �Wh-what? The truth about what?�

�About how you feel for him,� Draco replied, taking the seat that Al had just vacated, �You lied to him, as well. You said that you wouldn�t care if he was with Gabriel Illusen. That�s a lie. You would care very much.�

�How I feel for him? I don�t- we�re just friends,� Scorpius said, �Besides� who says I�m even gay?�

Draco chuckled. �First of all, when it comes to matters of the heart, sexual persuasion is a grey area. And second� I�ve heard tales of your many escapades. With both girls and boys.�

Scorpius blushed. �Alright. Whatever. That still doesn�t change the fact that� Al and I are just friends. He�s already got Illusen, so my �feelings� are pretty irrelevant, don�t you think?�

�Not at all. Considering that he hasn�t got Illusen,� Draco said.

�How do you know that?� Scorpius asked skeptically.

�He�s a Potter, isn�t he? They�re notoriously bad liars,� Draco said, �And he sounded very sure of himself.�

�Yeah but- wait! You were spying on me?� Scorpius exclaimed.

Draco chuckled. �Son, the way you two were carrying on, I didn�t have to spy. Your grandparents probably heard you all the way in Italy.�

Scorpius blushed. �Sorry.�

�Think nothing of it. However, you really should tell Albus how you feel,� Draco said.

�But I don�t!� Scorpius said.

�Don�t give me that. I�ve seen the way you two are together, and I�ve heard the way you talk about him. So don�t tell me that you feel nothing for him, because we both know that that�s a lie,� Draco stated, �Now, I suggest you get some sleep, and talk to Albus first thing tomorrow. Good night, Son.�

�Night, Dad,� Scorpius replied resignedly.

When Draco was gone, Scorpius grabbed a pair of pajama pants and walked to the bathroom to shower. On his way back to his room, he heard another person approaching and, assuming it was Al, proceeded to hide in an empty guest room until the footsteps had faded.

He stepped back into the hallway, shaking his head. �Why did I hide? What the hell is wrong with me?�

He stepped into his room, slamming the door behind him and throwing himself onto his bed, growling at his own stupidity. He was still awake when he heard Al go back into his room, and for several hours after that. He couldn�t stop thinking about what he was going to say the very next day, and, for some reason, he couldn�t get images of Al and Professor Illusen in rather compromising positions with one another.

He sighed, mentally smacking himself. His dad was right. Al was a terrible liar. There couldn�t possibly be anything between him and Illusen. Nevertheless� it was nagging doubt and nerves that kept him awake for the better part of the night.

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