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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 based on "This is How I Disappear" by My Chemical Romance. Again, loose basis, but it still is. I also have a beta now! Her penname on fanfiction(dot)net is SincerelySeverus and I owe her LOTS of thanks! Um...I think that's it for this chapter. Hope you all enjoy, and I promise that next chapter should be less tease and more action :)

It had taken nearly an eternity for Harry to get Ginny to calm down. The shouting lasted for hours before the woman finally broke down and stalked out of the apartment. That was when Albus and Scorpius had made their break for it. With Harry's permission, they were allowed to escape to their new home.

The rest of the day passed by in the strangest blur. Albus sat by, watching house elves run around arranging new furniture and all of their belongings. They worked so hard that it almost made him feel guilty. And he would have if he didn't already feel regret for the state he'd put his mother in. She had looked so absolutely wrecked when he'd caught a glimpse of her sobbing halfway down the street before they had disapparated.

"Albus, stop moping," Scorpius chided, dropping down into the seat next to him on the plush, leather couch. It smelt and felt expensive and all too real. "We have everything we need right here in this house." He watched the elves working with an air of distaste and superiority that could not be matched.

Albus pulled his legs up next to him on the expensive pelt of the couch. "I'm not moping," he said quietly and lowered his eyes down to the couch. "I'm just..." It took a moment for him to sift through everything he was feeling to come up with the right description. There were too many emotions competing to win one another out.

"Overwhelmed." The whisper in his ear caused Albus to shiver softly. Scorpius bit softly at his earlobe, continuing to speak in his deliciously hushed tone. "I want you to come meet my grandfather. He may not take to you at first... But he will learn to respect you. He will learn that I need you around." He pulled back, smiling genuinely at the green eyes that so tentatively met his colorless ones.

With a faint, almost shy grin in return, Albus accepted the proposal. "I would love to."

It had never really been his dream to meet Lucius Malfoy. Everything he had ever heard about the man was hateful. He was said to be arrogant and aristocratic beyond all reason. No one could stand him. But the thing most people talked about was how he used to be a follower of the late Dark Lord Voldemort. A very devout Death Eater, he tortured and killed many people. And once the war had ended, he got off absolutely free for the second time. It enraged most of Harry's coworkers and friends. However, none of them dared mention this in front of him, because Harry supported the Malfoys' exoneration.

The instant the man arrived, platinum hair flowing in his wake, Albus confirmed every bad word ever said about him. Lucius narrowed his eyes and looked down his nose at the Potter boy. "Clearly you are not serious, Scorpius." He turned around to look at his grandson, eyebrow raised.

"And if I was?" Scorpius crossed his arms, eyes narrowed dangerously. Never had Al seen someone so young have such an effect. One look from him had Lucius biting back words that would have been extremely tasteless. He merely threw a look over his shoulder at his grandson's lover and gave a soft nod assent. "That's what I thought." Scorpius stepped around the man, arm winding around Albus' waist. "Albus is the one. He is the only one who could ever make this work. If you cannot accept that, your treachery will be known. Again."

The last word Scorpius spoke was like frost sweeping through the air. It spoke of a danger Albus could never understand. He looked between the two Malfoys, wanting to question what they were speaking of. That action was out of his boundaries, however. He was unable to even speak the inquiry, forced to stand by and watch the exchange.

"The manor is looking rather presentable," said Lucius a long moment later, moving to survey the rooms that had been put together so far. There were so many in the house that Albus was unsure if they would ever all have a purpose. "No one knows you are here?"

"Just us." Scorpius let go of Albus, but there was an unspoken command for him to keep following. The three men walked up the stairs and down the hall to the farthest door on the landing. In front of a strong, sizeable fireplace sat a chair fit for a king. Though it was nothing particularly special to look at, there was an ominous feel to it. Al stepped forward and ran his fingers over the soft, faded green velvet. He had the urge to rub his cheek up against it, but restrained himself in light of his present company. "You like this chair, don't you Albus?" Gently, Scorpius slipped his hand over top of the other's upon the back of the chair.

Nervously giggling, Albus nodded and looked up at him. "I do. It's beautiful..."

"It's yours."

Albus brightened and sank down eagerly into the soft exterior of the chair. "Really?" Even with the confusion of being here with the Malfoy men's secrets, he couldn't help but to be excited. In front of a fire here in this room, in this chair, he could see himself curling up with a book. Falling asleep curled in front of the warmth. It would be perfect.

"Of course. It's just a dirty piece of old furniture," Scorpius scoffed, striding towards the window. He looked out, squinting down at the graveyard in the dark. "We can make this room your study." He waved over to the opposite end of the room, other hand coming up to cradle his temple gingerly. "Put a desk in...and maybe a few bookshelves. Just for you."

"Thank you," Albus breathed softly, standing and quickly crossing to hug his lover from behind. His face pressed into the other's back, beaming like a madman. No one had ever done something so generous for him. Aside from a bedroom in this manor, he would also have his own study. The gesture helped him forget any fears or worries he'd had previously.

Lucius scoffed, stalking out the door with a haughtiness that only he could pull off. "So touching, Scorpius...," echoed the words he left in his absence.

"I will not spare you just because you are my grandfather!" shouted Scorpius after him, smashing his fist against the glass. The older man's resonating laughter came to them from the passage, clearly not moved by the younger's threat. Scorpius glowered after him, his fist falling back down to his side.

Gently, Al wrapped his hand around the balled fingers. "Scorpius..."

"Your voice is awfully soothing," Scorpius murmured. He turned in the arms encircling him, smirking down at the boy with the bright green eyes. "Your innocent voice..." He groaned softly, forehead resting into his mess of hair. "Oh Albus..."

Albus smiled tenderly, leaning up to kiss the pale neck at his mercy. He bit softly into the flesh and suckled it affectionately. Under his ministrations, Scorpius made soft noises of appreciation. He fell back against the wall, gripping at the base of the windowsill to keep from falling to his knees. Their vaporous breaths mingled as Al continued his trail upwards until he reached the soft lips he craved so much. "I love you," he said quietly, pressing his body as close as it could get.

The next he knew, he was upon the ground. His lip was split and dripping blood onto the wood of the floor. His raised his eyes bit by bit until he was looking up at Scorpius, hurt and rejection plain in the shining orbs. He licked out at the droplets sheepishly, and then lowered his gaze to the floor.

Scorpius dropped to his knees in front of Albus. He for a long time merely stared at the way the red dripped down through the air. Then his hand came rushing towards Al, grabbing his jaw tightly like he had earlier that day. "I need you innocent, Albus. Don't go trying to change that."

"What does my loving you have to do with being so goddamn innocent?" Albus snapped, clearly angered at being cast aside so easily.

Scorpius lightly cupped the high arch of his cheekbone in his palm. His stray fingers lost themselves in the curls at the base of his temple. These gestures were so sweet and loving that Al nearly allowed himself to forgive him for the rough shove. Except the mocking words that fell from those tender lips he craved so badly were too bold to ignore. "Your innocence is imperative to my carefully laid plans. If things were any different, I'd have you right now with no hesitation. But I'm not allowed that luxury. I have to wait. And if you keep rubbing up against me like that, you're only going to make things more difficult for me. And once that piece of you is gone...your innocence... Well, I won't need you anymore, will I?"

The boy with the green eyes visibly flinched, wanting to tear his face away. That single statement hurt more than anything Scorpius had ever said or done. He could forgive the force he had displayed earlier in the graveyard. Could easily look past any small harms he had caused. It was even easy to push aside any other digs he had taken to Albus' fragile ego. But this was crossing some line he wasn't ready for.

He was being used.

"Oh don't look at me like that, Albus." Though he was making an attempt at being reassuring, Scorpius' voice was ice cold. "You didn't think you were something altogether special, did you? Truthfully, I could replace you with just about any other virgin out there. But I did pick you... That is definitely something to be proud of." The lips that spoke so eloquently in their insults pressed up against Al's forehead. All he could feel was a taunting burn.

"Dinner is being served." Lucius watched them from the doorway, sneering down at the Potter on the floor. That was where a Potter belonged, in his opinion. Bleeding and helpless on his knees. The corner of his lip twitched upwards for a moment before he turned on his heel. Albus watched his cloak ripple through the hair with every retreating step. This sight only helped to reassure him that he was nothing more than a hand chosen pawn. He could feel it simply by the way the elder Malfoy carried himself.

Albus stood soundlessly, refusing to look up at Scorpius after the taller had pulled away. He felt so ashamed, visible by the blush dotting his cheeks. "I'm not hungry," he mumbled, taking a step back towards the safety of his chair.

"Suit yourself." Scorpius left in much the same manner as his grandfather, not giving Al a second glance.

Here in this room that was meant to be such an appealing gift, Albus felt the worst he ever had. He longed to be back at home, enveloped in his mother's embrace once again. He longed to feel wanted and loved again. He longed to feel safe again.

He folded his legs up close to his chest, curling back into the chair as far as the fabric would allow him. It wasn't home, but it felt comforting in a way he couldn't explain. For just a few moments, because he couldn't risk Scorpius seeing should he return, Albus allowed himself to cry. But the tears were wiped away and gone as far as anyone could tell as soon as they had come.

Albus was stuck here. There was no doubt about it. He could not overpower Scorpius, and he wasn't sure he wanted to. There was a part of him that did actually care deeply for the other man. Whether that was something he felt on his own or not, he didn't really know. But it was there and he couldn't fight it. No matter how this turned out, he didn't regret moving in with Scorpius. The good things about him made up for those times when he was unnecessarily harsh.

This was the way he saw it, at least. Granted, he wasn't really thinking rationally at this point. He might not have even been thinking for himself.

Before he knew it, Al was drifting off to sleep against the red velvet. But in dreams he would find on solitude from confusion and fear.

~*~

The smell of the room he was in this time was different. It was cleaner and without a metallic hue to it. But somewhere he still smelt dirt. He felt like he was underground. From the glimpses he took around the room, he came to assume he was in a basement.

As he felt his dream-self lowering to the floor, the feel of salt beneath his fingers became apparent. He was sitting again in the star inside the circle made of salt on the floor. Just as he had in the last dream. But because he wasn't himself, he couldn't bring himself to be scared. He could only feel the emotions of the one he was in the dream.

That person was feeling...excited.

The chanting did not last as long this time. It only took a few minutes before the strange, presumably Latin, words died out. A creeping feeling came upon him. It inched up his skin and he could sense a presence in the room. A dark presence. If he had been there in person, he would have shivered and probably run away. For some reason, he felt this was not a presence to be messed with.

The person he was in the dream did not share his feelings. He felt the corners of his mouth twitch up into a smile. He then tipped back his head, arms outstretched. Welcoming the thing to come forward. And forward it came. Forward until it was right in front of him. Until it was in him.

A cold, unwelcome chill flowed through his whole being. It wasn't like a shudder because it didn't go away. It was a gloom he couldn't shake away so easily. It lingered and seemed to move through him in churning, restless waves. It chilled him down to the bone in a way he wished he could forget but knew he never would.

"My Lord..." His dream voice was deep and masculine, but familiar. It was a voice he had longed to hear for the past week. One that he had heard all day. And right now it was filled with a longing that was unmatchable. Something eerie and made up of complete desire.

Another voice resonated through the air. He tried to pick up on the source, but it was hopeless. It seemed to be coming from a hidden, foreign place. But it was too...close to be far off. It hissed, "How much longer?" Patience was obviously not something this being valued too much. His hasty words were mixed with a frustration that far exceeded normal.

"The new moon will be at its fullest potential in two nights, my Lord. We will complete the ritual then."

As the other voice spoke again, it became apparent that it was indeed hidden. But its hiding place was not one of the shadowy corners of the basement. It was hiding deep inside who he was in the dream. The words came from his mouth. The spirit was inside of him. He wanted to stand and shake it out. Get rid of the evil fingerprints it was leaving inside of him. Except he wasn't himself and had no control over this body whatsoever, so to try would have been pointless.

"Everything must be fully prepared. I want no mistakes! You only have one shot at this, young Malfoy. Do not fail."

Leaving those ominous and threatening words behind, the life-force roughly detached itself from his soul. He doubled over, palms flat on the ground. The salt dug into his hands and he found that he needed to pull deep breaths in to clear his head. "Everything will be perfect," he whispered, fisting the salt in his hands.

~*~

Gasping in fear, Albus sat straight up. His eyes were wild, watching the dream play in his mind over and over again. It was on a constant loop. He couldn't shake it. It was a lingering image he couldn't force himself to let go of.

"Nightmare?"

Albus jumped and turned, the feeling of silk under his fingers a stark contrast to the way he remembered the salt feeling. Scorpius lay beside him on a rather large bed. Even through the hazy light of early morning, his smirk was all-too-evident. He seemed amused and Al wondered if he knew what the Potter boy had witnessed last night. If he was aware of the inadvertent spying that had been done on him. The other gave no sign of whether he had or not, causing a worrying knot to build in Al's stomach.

He was almost certain that wasn't something he was supposed to be seeing.

"What am I doing...in here?" he whispered, sitting up in the bed and looking around the room. He didn't remember it at all from when they were setting up. But, his things were all in here. On the floor against the opposite wall leaned his trunk. He could clearly see the gold letters of his initials as the new sun streamed light onto them. A few more knick-knacks of his were strewn around the bedroom. However, he could also see things that didn't belong to him. A top-notch broom stood in the corner and expensive robes hung in the wardrobe. "I fell asleep in my study," he said softly, shifting his gaze back to Scorpius.

The blonde shrugged and readjusted himself on his stack of pillows. "You looked uncomfortable. I brought you to our room a few hours ago." He smiled softly, long lashes closing to kiss his pale skin.

Albus sank back down in the sheets, clutching his own pillows tight as he watched Scorpius. "Our room?" he questioned gently. That would explain the mix of their things. Though he wasn't sure how he felt about sharing a room with a man he'd been so ready to hate a few, short weeks ago.

"Yes, our room." Scorpius shifted a little closer, reaching out to capture Al's hand with his. He brought it to his lips momentarily for a lingering kiss. Then he beamed once more as he set it back down upon the lavish mattress.

With the way he was acting now, Albus couldn't help but to recall on a week ago. Scorpius had started off so nice with him... He'd given him a gift, walked him home, helped him when he got sick, and stayed the night with him out of genuine concern. He hadn't realized how much he missed that side of the other until now. Until he was acting like that once more. A flickering twitch lifted his own lips and he felt a faint blush dotting his cheeks. "Scorpius?" he whispered softly, not wanting to disturb the quiet peace of the morning.

"Hm?"

"Thank you." Albus turned to his other side, backing up until he and Scorpius were spooning. He took the other's strong arms and wrapped them around himself. Like this, he felt safe and comforted. He felt like this was an entirely different universe than the one he'd been abused in the night before. Or the one that housed his realistic nightmares.

Scorpius tightened his hold on the dark-haired man, grazing his lips over his neck. "What on earth for?" There was a hint of amusement to his tone. It was light and airy, causing Al's stomach to bubble with excitement.

"For... Well, I'm not really sure." Albus laughed, his fingers running circles over the pale flesh of the muscled arms that held him so securely. "I guess...for caring for me. For bringing me here. To this house...to this room. I don't know. Just...thank you."

Slender fingers found the gold chain hanging from Albus' neck. He vaguely recalled that he'd not removed the necklace in the past week. Scorpius pinched the gold, running his fingers over the length for a moment. "Why do you wear it?" he asked curiously upon releasing the chain.

It fell back upon the other's chest and he turned to face his lover. "You gave it to me. I might not like Quidditch...but you do. So it means something to me." He allowed himself the bravery of stealing a brief kiss.

Smirking, Scorpius leaned in and dominated the smaller man. He plunged his fingers up into the messy hairline. His other hand closed around the small Snitch around his neck, twirling it between his slender digits. Slowly, he brought his lips down to the sharp line of his jaw, over the sensitive flesh of his neck, and to the hollow of his throat. Al watched with a soft gasp as Scorpius' tongue flicked out, pulling the metal ball into his mouth.

The clinking that came from that hot, wet cavity caused Albus to shudder happily. He groaned, reaching out to run the pad of his thumb over the other's bottom lip. Scorpius stuck his tongue out, the Snitch sitting on the center of the tip. Its wings were opening lazily, stretching in the saliva that soaked its surface.

Albus grinned delightedly, probing his fingers gently into the blonde's mouth. He pulled the Snitch out. "How... How did you do that? It never opened for me before." His calculating eyes observed the ball as it fluttered its wings. It rose up into the air, hovering just inches about his palm.

"Snitches have flesh memories. It helps to settle disputes during matches." Scorpius sat up, moving to sit against the headboard. He watched the Snitch lazily as it tried to escape. But the gold chain prevented its getaway. "I was the first one to touch this Snitch."

"The first thing you touched it with was your...mouth?" Albus chuckled and closed his hand around the ball of gold.

With a saucy wink, Scorpius leaned into speak directly into the other's ear. "My tongue..." Said appendage came snaking out from between his teeth, flicking lightly at Al's earlobe. "What was your nightmare about?" he asked probingly.

The light touch tickled his skin and Albus found himself laughing quite childishly. Before he could stop himself, he said, barely audible, "You." He regretted the words the moment they were out of his mouth. Eyes wide, he sat up straighter and waited for whatever reaction he would get from his company.

Scorpius' expression changed in the matter of seconds. A dark curtain fell over his eyes as he pulled away from Albus, eyes narrowed. "Me?" He flung his legs over the edge of the bed, striding to the rocking chair sitting not three feet from the bed. After donning an abandoned undershirt, he finally gave Al more of a visible response. "And what was I doing in this damned nightmare? Was I harming you?"

"No." Albus crawled out of the bed desperately, reaching his arm out to touch Scorpius' shoulder. When the other pulled away sharply, he felt the need to elaborate. "No, it wasn't! You said you won't hurt me... I believe you. I have no reason to dream of thoughts I don't have."

"Then what was it?" Scorpius growled, turning his slate grey eyes on him. They oozed a look of danger and something like disappointment.

A churning started in Albus' stomach as he pondered just what to reveal. He wasn't sure he should speak of what he'd seen. It was obvious he wasn't supposed to be having these dreams. That is, if they were real. If they weren't...he had nothing to worry about, right? He worried at his lip, speaking in a scolded mutter. "I dreamt of... Of you in a basement. In a circle and star made of salt. And it was like...you were possessed or something. I'm not sure what it was. But it was just a dream!"

"You saw what?" Scorpius rounded completely on Albus, taking his upper arms in a vice grip. "How did you see this?"

Albus was speechless, sinking towards the ground a little bit. He wanted to escape the harsh hold upon his arms. "I... I don't know," he whimpered. "It's just a nightmare... Right?"

A flash of red shifted over those silver pools before Scorpius pushed Al roughly onto the bed. Without a single retort, he strode from the room, slamming the door behind him. This left Albus to regret mentioning the dream, his arms and heart aching so hard he felt he would die.

A/N: So what'd you think? I'd really like to know! Leave a review, please! More to come soon!

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