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Set the World on Fire	By : jessebarbieheart Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Albus Severus/Scorpius Views: 3700 -:- 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: As you read, you may notice the similarities between this fic and Fun's song "We Are Young". That's because it's based off of it. My plan is to have every chapter sort of based in a different song. But the overall basis is this song. Enjoy.

"Another round of drinks, my fine, lovely sir!"

"I think that's enough for you..." Hugo gently wheedled the mostly-empty beer bottle from Albus' fingers. "You just borderline tried to pick up that guy."

With a groan, Albus attempted to reach after it. But he was almost seeing double, which made it difficult to figure out which glass was real. Narrowing his eyes, he tried again. His hand fell through the air, thunking hollowly onto the table. "I'm not... Not that drunk... And that guy, he," he giggled, laying his head on his cousin's shoulder, "is kinda, dunno, cute."

Hugo wrinkled his nose and stood quickly, watching Albus fall a little before actually being able to sit up. But as he did, he wavered back and forth a little bit, tittering like a child. "I think I'll join James and that joint in the bathroom..." He walked off, giving a backwards glance to his cousin. Not to make sure he was going to be okay. More like he was still trying to process what the other had just said.

The room spun as Albus Severus looked around, trying to locate everyone. It was his eighteenth birthday. They had just recently graduated from Hogwarts. Everything was falling into place due to his scores on the N.E.W.T.s. In just a few short weeks, he would be starting an internship with the Minister himself.

And there was the icing on the cake, sitting at the bar across the room. She looked so happy sitting next to that...guy he had never seen before... Smiling and staring down at the raised, pink scar just below her neck. He could just imagine the way she was trying to skirt around what happened. The story was gruesome, depressing, and made people question just why they were together.

Albus was very soon on his feet, crossing the room with quite a bit of difficulty. His legs didn't seem to want to carry him straight forward. So maybe he had drank a little too much. "Alice!" He plopped down on the other side of his girlfriend, wrapping an arm around her possessively. "Where you been?" The kiss he pressed to her neck was sloppy and lazy, but he cinched her closer to make up for it.

"Shove off, Al. You smell like my mum after a late-night shift."

"Hey!" Hannah Longbottom set a drink down in front of the other guy, leveling a look down at her daughter.

"Sorry, Mum." Alice giggled, sipping at her fruity, little drink. "But, it's true." She winked, never taking her eyes off the stranger.

Albus couldn't gauge his reaction, because all he could see what the man's black sunglasses. Indoors. At night. Al couldn't help but to chuckle, his chin resting on his girlfriend's shoulder. Who did this guy think he was? As he tried to form a coherent thought, Mrs. Longbottom reached over to gently touch his arm. "Albus, dear... I think maybe you should go home. And not drink again. Ever." She laughed softly. She had always been so kind to him.

"Ya know...you're right." Albus threw another look over at the pair of sunglasses, kissing Alice's neck once more. "It's my birthday, though... Can't I celebrate?" He pounded down on the countertop of the bar and bellowed loudly, "Another beer!"

Alice rolled her eyes, removing herself from Al's grip. "Merlin, you're an annoying drunk. I'm gonna go talk with Trey."

"Trey who?" Albus barely got out before his girlfriend was grabbing Mr. Cool's hand and guiding him over to a different corner of the tavern. They sat close in a booth, speaking intimately. "Did I jus' get dumped?"

Without a word, Hannah set a bottle of beer down in front of him and shuffled off.

His buzz dying, Albus sipped at the bottle. He couldn't help but to watch the two in the corner. His belly started to burn with jealousy the moment their lips met. He clenched the bottle tighter, eyes seeming to burn red and hot for a moment.

But the hatred coursing through him disappeared as someone placed their hand on his shoulder. Without turning, he couldn't be sure who it was. But the way those fingers clamped onto him in such a gentle way made him feel as if he were safe. Everything was alright. He didn't need that whore.

"Happy birthday," a voice broke through his alcohol-addled daze. Slowly, Albus circled the barstool around and grinned at the present held before him. Then up at the kind eyes of the one giving it to him. But that smile disappeared the moment recognition kicked in. The other, strikingly blonde boy took in the drop of expression. His own measuring out to nothing in accordance. "Your, uh, dad invited me. He said I should come. Not sure why."

Albus Potter took in the sight of Scorpius Malfoy with a long, calculating stare. He knew exactly why he had been "invited" here. It was his dad's attempt at creating a whole, happy family. "What'd you get me?" he slurred, snatching the gift out of those pale hands. This was his attempt at changing the sore subject that was their fathers.

Before he had fully unwrapped the delicate box, Scorpius kicked in softly, "It was my father's idea. He assumes, looking so much like Harry, that you practically are him. Any attempts I made to say otherwise were ignored..."

Al opened the box the rest of the way with a bit of a frown. It wasn't uncommon for people to do this – to assume he was Harry Potter in a new era. He had inherited everything from the untamable black hair to the piercing green eyes. But the similarities really stopped there. All of the outward appearances he held couldn't mask that he strived to be anything but The Boy Who Lived. Where his father had bended rules and disregarded authority to do as he saw right, Al valued order more than anything. He studied hard all the time, books being his best friends. Really the only friends he'd had, besides family, until he'd overcome puberty.

Just a few, short weeks ago, he had graduated top of his class.

The one person who was a mere half a grade behind him, stood there looking at him right now. (Rose had tried, but found boys caught more of her attention as she grew into her body. And she, theirs.) In school, the two boys had practically been rivals. They were constantly competing to win over that top spot in academics. The only place Scorpius had managed to top him was Quidditch. Through his soaked mind, he was only able to remember this as he stared down at his birthday present. "A snitch..." By looking at it, caressing it, Al could gauge that this was pure gold. The flying ball hung around a 24 karat chain, seeming to be real in every aspect. Except it lie dormant and seemed to be half the normal size. As far as he could tell, at least. He'd never really been a fan of the game, much to both his parents' dismay.

"Yeah, look...you don't have to keep it. Like I said, my father just assumed..." Shuffling his feet, the Malfoy boy kept waiting anxiously for more of a reaction.

Albus tucked the necklace back into the box and stuffed it in his pocket. "Thanks," he mumbled and finished off his sixth drink for the night. "You can stay," he added as he felt Scorpius' hesitation. "Sit. Have a drink. Or ya can abandon me, too. James and Hugo...they's in the bathroom. Getting' high. Rose turned in a'ready. And I think my girlfriend is cheatin' on me... Or I dun' have one..."

Slowly, unsure, Scorpius sat down beside Albus. But he didn't make a move to order anything. Instead, he touched the other's arm once more, in that intimate way. "I'll stay."

Despite how they used to be rivals, Albus didn't try to shake the hand. Because that was just it; they used to be. And right now, he felt he could use the company. "Cool." He laid his cheek down upon the cool wood of the countertop. If he drank anymore, he was sure he'd puke. But that didn't mean he didn't want to. With the more he had drank tonight, he'd found it increasingly easier to forget how forgotten he was.

"You don't drink much, do you?" the blonde intoned softly.

There was a bit of a long pause before Albus replied in monotone, "Does butterbeer count?"

The laugh that tumbled from Scorpius' scrawny chest caused him to jerk his head up sharply. He had never heard anything like it before from this boy. It was...happy and actually amused. Not just in the way he'd heard Draco Malfoy sneer at those beneath him. Or the way this Slytherin had nervously chortled at a joke. No, this was more genuine. It both startled and intrigued him.

"It doesn't," the Malfoy boy finally said, still looking at Albus with that soft, elated expression. This was definitely a side of him he'd never known. He wasn't altogether sure anyone else had.

"Aren't ya gonna drink somethin'?" the Gryffindor asked, tearing his eyes from those of steely grey.

"I don't drink," Scorpius said simply. Nothing more, though Albus made sure to remain silent just in case.

After a few minutes of silence, he let out a soft breath and rested his face once more on the cool surface. It felt so nice against his heated cheek.

"Maybe I should walk you home. Help you get there. You're in no state to apparate."

Albus didn't want to answer. He didn't, couldn't, miss the note of concern. A tone that he never thought would be directed at him from this certain individual. It slightly alarmed him, along with something else entirely that he couldn't place.

"Heyyy, what's Malfoy doin' here?" James drawled lazily as he and Hugo sauntered back up to the pair.

Albus spoke softly, smiling with a fondness he couldn't understand. "Dad told him to come."

"So's he can butt-fuck Malfoy senior, I bets my ass."

They all let the obviousness of that statement hang in the hair way too long. It was something the Potter family never spoke of. They all knew their dad had left their mum for Mr. Malfoy. It wasn't something he attempted to hide. But, at the same time, it wasn't a subject they all liked to openly talk about. James bringing it up so easily brought them all a bit on edge.

"I think I'm gonna go home...," Albus spoke up into the dangerous tension. "Hand enough for the night... 'Sides, Alice is off snoggin' some macho, sunglasses guy in the..." He looked over to the corner, not finding his was-is-maybe-girlfriend. At some point she had apparently left and he had failed to notice. He ached deep down, clenching his fists with a sharp intake of breath.

The cool, calm, reassuring hand was back upon him. He looked down at his shoulder, seeing the stark contrast of pale skin to his black shirt. "I'll take you, alright? Which...which house?"

Although, Albus dreaded being in an empty apartment on the night of his birthday, he stood and automatically said, "Dad's. It's jus' down the street. We can walk." Before he had noticed, the inclusion of Scorpius had been spoken already.

The fact that he wobbled as he stood was a good indication he needed that steadying hand for the walk, though. So he allowed the other to follow along.

Albus told his brother to pay for their tab, and left to the sound of his protests. He walked out of the Leaky Cauldron, the dim lights of the Muggle streets distracting him momentarily. Without the focus, he nearly walked right into oncoming traffic. "Albus!" Scorpius said loudly, trying to jolt him back to full consciousness.

The shout, however, wasn't necessary. The arm secured strongly around his waist more than did the job of ensuring his safety. Instead of a pair of headlights, he collided with the firm chest of his company.

All the way to Harry's small, but decent, flat, it was all he could feel or think about. When did he ever have the time to keep in such good shape...? Albus was skinny, coming from missing meals due to studying too hard. He barely weighed a hundred and thirty pounds. Seeing as their habits were similar, he'd assumed the small build of the Malfoy boy was much the same. But under the shirt clearly laid a patch of carefully rippled muscles.

He had felt them. Clearly, Quidditch had done him a world of good.

The walk was quiet and quick. Sooner than Albus had realized, they were climbing the stairs up to the correct door. When he went to fumble for his keys, the boy – now man in the eyes of Muggle culture – became aware of the slight pressure leaving his mid-section. As they'd gone, he had failed to notice Scorpius had still kept his arm tight around him. Inserting the key in and finding just what he expected, nothing, he found himself almost missing the way it had felt.

"Seems so...peaceful..." Scorpius gently clicked the door shut, reaching around the wall for the light switch.

"Tha's one way to put it," Albus muttered and flicked his wand. They were engulfed with the soft glow of the couch-side lamp. When he looked up from the floor, he couldn't help but to notice how close Scorpius had come in his search. He was nearly face-to-face with him, eyes wide. A little slow to react, he took a step back. "Thanks for walkin' me home. Ya, uh... Ya can leave now." He rubbed his eyes tiredly, waiting to hear the sound of retreating footsteps.

But they seemed to come closer, and when he looked up, he once again could practically feel the tenderness radiating off of Scorpius. "You don't want to be alone tonight," he said quietly. It was a statement, not a probing question.

It was also something Al didn't think he could deny.

He took another step back, but the other followed every move he made. The moment he found himself bumping into the wall was when he had to stop and take a deep breath, swallowing hard. "M-Mal... S-S-Scorpius... Can you, uh..."

Cutting off his stutters, the blonde smiled softly and leaned in closer. He tipped the boy's face up, staring into his bright eyes. "You didn't like my gift, did you?" Gently, he reached down, finding the bulge in his picket that was the box. He gave it a squeeze and raised a brow. With the silence that followed, he never once took his eyes off young Potter. Once it became clear he wouldn't find an answer, he whispered, leaning in closer, "I had another gift in mind, Albus..."

"Wh-what?" Albus attempted to move away, but found the wall was just as unforgiving as ever. He wasn't sure what this idea for a present was, but it worried him a little. So did the fact that he couldn't remove his eyes from the silver ones shining happily before him.

Soon he didn't have to worry about them, though. The lids were closing dimly and Scorpius was leaning in to capture Albus' lips gently with his own. For a moment, the raven-haired boy felt the need to pull away. But this mouth, this breath mingling with his own, this hand delicately upon his hip was all too intoxicating. He found his own arm snaking tentatively around Scorpius' neck, deepening the kiss.

This was something he had never considered. The thought of kissing the son of his father's lover (who also happened to be his prime competition at Hogwarts) wasn't really top priority to him. But it wasn't repulsing him. Especially since he tasted just so sweet. And the feel of that chiseled chest under his fingers was delicious. He wished he could kiss those abs; he bet they tasted like sweat and everything he'd ever secretly dreamed of in a man.

But there was suddenly a nagging feel at the pit of Al's stomach. His mouth began to water from something other than Scorpius' probing tongue. He tore away, eyes wide as he gauged how quick he could make it to the bathroom. Apparently he could make it just in time, knees crashing to the floor as he puked up everything he'd ate and drank since dinner that night.

The last thing he remembered before blacking out was the gentle fingers scraping back his hair and the wet washcloth cleaning him off.

A/N: That's it for the first chapter! Let me know what you think in the reviews, please! Thanks!
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