I Want to Go to the Ball: A Cinderscorpius and Cinderalbus Story (Part One)
Alright, so here's the deal. A while ago, Candi and I started writing a story, which is half role-play, half story, and half us having sex with each other. (Yes, I know that's three halves. I'm not good at math.)
This is the result. So far. No, it's not completed, but we figured we ought to start posting it before it needs its own zip code. You will find (because of the us having sex with each other half) that it plays to many of our personal kinks. We were mostly trying to get the other one to cry uncle... :D So you'll see an Al with a hair fetish and a Scorpius who really wants to dress like a rock god, but GOD DAMN, there's some good smut to be had. And no you can't know who wrote what. You'll have to figure it out. We hope you enjoy this, but if not, we're still having a shitload of fun! Lol...
Title: I Want to Go to the Ball: A Cinderscorpius and Cinderalbus Story
Author: Cam and Candi aka abusing_sarcasm and bageldelight
Length: ~26,800 words (and counting)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Albus and Scorpius are best friends who want to be more, but both think that they require a upgrade to win the other. Actually, all they need are raging hormones and some privacy...
"Do we always have to talk about Quiddich, Al?" Scorpius gestured around the empty Ravenclaw common room. "Everyone else is studying, as they should be, and we're here discussing strategy. Which I'm crap at, by the way. And you know it."
Al sighed and looked up from the playbook he was scanning. "No. We don't. We can stop the day that you give me some ineffably wonderful idea from a non-athletic point of view that I can use to whup Jamie's poncy ass. But until then, think think think. It's what you Claws do best." He went back to scowling at the diagram which looked vaguely lewd in nature.
"That looks like a diagram of a kneazel's intestinal tract. And why do you always worry about beating your brother? You always do." He realized that he was letting a fawning note creep into his voice and he quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, you know I have a Potions Essay to finish. As do you, I might remind you. We should probably start on those. Although, you’ll undoubtedly want to just copy from mine."
"That's not the point; the point is I want to beat him BADLY. Like, humiliation-level-wearing-girl's-knickers-to-dinner humiliation. You only children don't understand friendly competition." Al squinted at the diagram - he should be wearing his reading glasses but stubbornly refused, the result being that he rarely read anything at all and merely listened intently. It worked for him. "I think," he said, turning the diagram around, "that it looks like Filch and Hagrid getting it on in a broom closet. And yes, I want to copy your essay; I suck at Potions."
"Thank you for THAT disgusting mental image," Scorpius said, rolling his eyes. "And fine. If you want to copy my essay, I'd better start on it. You keep looking at your... Whatever that is." He turned his head to the side. "From this angle, it looks a bit like Professor Hampton squatting over a bonfire." He unrolled a new piece of parchment and sighed. "Why do I let you get away with so much?"
"Cause I'm so bloody cute," replied Albus, setting the playbook aside. "And because you can't resist the LOOK."
The LOOK was a surefire charmer, developed at the age of seven in order to secure more dessert; it worked on everyone. No one was immune, least of all Scorpius on whom Al used the LOOK often...as he did now. The slight smirk, the dimple just popping out in the left cheek, the wide-open eyes...never ever failed.
Scorpius turned away to hide his blush. It was true, unfortunately. Al could get him to do basically anything with 'the look,' as he called it. "Arrogant tosser," Scorpius muttered at him. He pondered, as he often did when he and Albus were alone, at what point his feelings for Albus had changed from platonic to romantic. He wished with all his heart that Albus might give him some kind of sign that he was interested, but Al usually only showed an interest in Quiddich and lunch. And Scorpius found himself getting terribly tongue-tied whenever Albus tried to turn the conversation towards romance. He was too afraid that something incriminating would slip out. Long about fifth year, Albus had pretty much stopped asking Scorpius personal questions. Scorpius still couldn't decide if that was a relief or not.
Al had stretched out in the chair opposite Scorpius, his slightly-shrunken Falmouth Falcons t-shirt riding up his stomach; he absently tugged it down, then yawned. It had been a whole hour and a half since dinner and his stomach was rumbling. People often watched him eat in wonder, much like they had with his Uncle Ron, wondering where in hell he actually managed to PUT all that food. "So Scorp," he said in his most casual voice. "Who're you gonna ask to the Yule Ball?"
The ball was still two months away, but already the girls were angling for dates and Albus really wanted to see who Scorpius would choose...because of course he would. He was too handsome not to. Al himself knew exactly who he would ask if he could...but he couldn't. His dream date was too aloof, too removed, too closed down...and perfect in every way. Damn Scorpius anyway.
Scorpius blanched. He'd been busily trying not to notice the sliver of stomach that Albus's shirt had revealed, so it took him a moment to process the question. "The Yule Ball? Why would I even want to go?" This was the way Scorpius handled most issues of this nature. Feign disinterest or pretend to be above such things, so that he wouldn't have to admit the truth. "You're not planning on going, are you? School dances are so hideous." He gave a little shudder. Then a horrible thought occurred to him. "You haven't asked someone, have you? Or do you want to ask someone?" Scorpius looked away, pretending to look something up in his Potions book. He was terrified to hear Al's answer.
Al watched him scramble for cover in his Potions book and sighed inwardly. "I haven't asked anyone, yet. A couple of people have expressed, uh, interest in me...but they're groupies, only interested in being with a Quid player." He shrugged. "I sent them to my Beaters." He looked down at the table, wondering if he would ever have the courage to be honest with Scorpius, to tell him what he felt for him. The Potter courage might be legendary, but the lack of talent with romance was too; looked like genetics were holding on strong. "I need food," he announced, standing up. "Do you want anything from the kitchens?"
Scorpius sighed. "You're always hungry. We just had dinner, you pig." He bent low over his parchment to hide his happy smile. His only consolation was that Al seemed completely disinterested in dating anyone seriously. Sometimes, he weakly allowed that thought to fill him with hope, but he knew that it was just how Al was. He didn't have time for girls. He was too interested in his Quiddich strategies. He also seemed oblivious to the fact that he was incredible-looking. And Scorpius refused to point it out for numerous reasons. But the Slytherin was truly gorgeous. And even though Scorpius turned his nose up at Quiddich, it didn't mean that he didn't appreciate the fact that playing the sport had given Al a body to die for. Realizing he was staring again, Scorpius returned to his essay. He waved his hand. "You go ahead and get some food. I'll keep working." He hoped Al would leave the room soon so that he could adjust the front of his trousers. He REALLY needed to stop thinking about Albus's muscles.
"Hey, this body is a finely tuned instrument and needs to be fed to keep it in top performance condition," said Al in his Quidditch-announcer voice. "Someday you will appreciate all the work I go through to keep myself this primed for competition." Just for fun - and to annoy Scorpius - he flexed and posed, eliciting a snort from the next table over and several cheers and wolf whistles from the back of the library. "Thank you, thank you... see, Scorp, THESE folks understand my efforts. And besides, all you DO is work." He leaned over and plucked the quill from Scorpius's fingers and bit down on the end. "See, not even a sugar quill. You'll be working for the rest of your life...well, unless you kill off your parents and inherit all, which bears thinking of...but I digress."
He could see Scorpius was unimpressed. "Fine then. I'll go all by my lonesome and tell the house elves my troubles." His hair fell into his eyes and he shoved it back impatiently, snapping the band off his wrist and pulling it back into a tail. His sister had taken to asking him if he needed to borrow barrettes and had been roundly hexed for her trouble. Al thought he looked pretty bad-ass, himself. "When you're hungry later, don't come crying to me."
He wandered off in the direction of the kitchens, leaving several second-years sighing in his wake.
Scorpius bit his lip. Luckily Al was good at giving speeches, which saved him from the trouble of needing to formulate a coherent reply. He'd learned years ago that when Al went into his "big Quiddich player" mode, he wanted to be admired and humored. Both of which Scorpius was glad to do, albeit covertly. He shot a dirty look at the girls who were now frantically whispering at the next table. "People are trying to work," he hissed irritably. He tamped down the jealousy and scratched a few more lines on his essay. He knew that with Albus's looks and personality, it would only be a matter of time before some girl got her claws in him. Scorpius wasn't sure what he'd do on that day, but he suspected that it would involve either flinging himself from the Astronomy Tower or ending up in Azkaban for use of several Unforgivables.
He slammed his book shut and rolled up his parchment. He wasn't going to get any more work done at this rate. Not when he couldn't keep his mind off Al and some girl, snogging in the halls or dancing at the bloody Yule Ball. He picked up his things and walked out. He refused to think about it a moment longer. Knowing Al, he'd be in the kitchens for a while. Maybe he'd have time for a quick wank before Al got back.
Albus was well known in the kitchens, and it wasn't difficult to snag some extra biscuits and a few pieces of fruit; in fact a day when he DIDN'T visit the Hogwarts kitchens usually resulted in a visit to his dorm room by a concerned elf or four. The only problem was that they were stealthy and prone to bad timing, so more than once, they'd caught him naked, or even worse, wanking. Fortunately it didn't seem to be anything they hadn't seen before, but he HAD noticed that most of his "checker-uppers" were now female. Figured. Everyone at boarding schools was a pervert, it seemed. Even the portraits were not above the occasional lewd comment when you got locked out of your Common Room in just a towel.
The only person, it seemed, who was NOT a pervert and was completely unaffected by any of Al's accidental exposures, was one Scorpius Malfoy. Again, it figured.
Scorpius checked each bed carefully before he flopped onto his own bed and drew the hangings. He muttered a silencing spell in case one of his housemates came in. He'd tried to fight his desire to wank to Albus for a long time, but eventually he'd given in, reasoning that no one would know what he was thinking of anyway, and fantasies couldn't hurt. However, it had been a rare miscalculation for Scorpius, since indulging in fantasies about Al had only deepened his crush. But there was no turning back now, since trying NOT to think of Al was basically pointless. He wormed his way into Scorpius's mind one way or another, so Scorpius didn't fight it.
Scorpius unfastened his trousers and pushed his hand inside. His cock was already half-hard from Al's little display at the library, and it only took a moment before he was all the way there. Moaning a little, he rubbed his hand up and down, teasingly. He wanted to hurry in case Albus came to find him so he chose one of his favorite fantasies - one that never failed to get him off quickly. Albus had just come in from playing Quiddich and he was all hot and sweaty. Scorpius was waiting for him in the shower room. 'I thought you might need a hand,' he said, huskily, kneeling down to help peel Al out of his uniform. When Al was naked, he would step under the hot water and start to wash. Scorpius would strip off and join him, offering to wash his back for him. His hands would drift over all those beautiful muscles, feeling each one rippling beneath his fingers. He would kneel once again, but this time Al would be hard. Scorpius would open his mouth and...
"Scorp?" Al's voice was louder than usual in the stillness. He'd gone back to the library but his second year fan club had informed him that "Malfoy" had left a while ago. "He yelled at us to be quiet!" one of them added in an injured voice. "We weren't even DOING anything." Al had rolled his eyes, thanked them and left, figuring he'd head up to the Tower and see how their Potions essay was coming along. He knew the password, of course. The Common Room had been sparsely populated and the 6th year dorm almost silent. Scorp's curtains were drawn and Al checked his watch. Asleep already?
"Scorp..." his voice was quieter this time. "You still up?"
Scorpius jumped about a foot in the air. He poked his head out through a crack in the bed curtains and said, "Yes. I'm going to sleep. Bye." He ducked back inside the curtains and attempted to tuck his very hard cock back into his pants. His heart was racing. 'Please let him leave, please let him leave, please let him leave,' he chanted in his head like a mantra.
"But its only seven o'clock for Christ's sakes...no one goes to bed THAT early unless they have no life. You have a life - just a little one, but Rome wasn't built in a day, you know." He waited for a moment, but no more sound was heard. No breath. So either Scorpius had expired and those were his last words or he had up a Silencing. And why would he have a Silencing except for....
Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
"Sorry," he whispered. "Going now!" He backed out of the room, and down the stairs, intending to leave before he also expired, this time in embarrassment. But he stopped in the Common Room, struck by a single question.
Who had Scorpius Malfoy, Ice Prince apparent, been thinking of?
Scorpius's cheeks were burning. Apparently Albus had realized what he was up to. Groaning, he tried to roll over, but his stubborn cock protested. Wasn't extreme humiliation supposed to dampen one's libido? Well, at least he knew Al wouldn't come back. He reached back down to pick up where he'd left off. His favorite part of the fantasy... Water was raining down over his face, but he didn't care as he took Al's cock into his mouth. He imagined Albus grabbing his hair and pulling just a bit. Scorpius would wrap both arms around Albus and grab his muscular ass with both hands. Then he'd stand up and Al would look so disappointed until Scorpius would murmur, 'Do you want to fuck me?'
Scorp should be done by now, right? Either he had hurried up and finished or had abandoned the wank entirely. That was the problem - or the benefit - of living with other guys. Either you were interrupted constantly and just learned to carry on, or else you got cockshy and wanked with all the secrecy of a witness in a protection program. He wondered which Scorp was.
He checked his watch again....good enough. He quietly made his way upstairs again and approached the bed that was still shrouded and quiet; he must have one hell of a fantasy going...and dammit, Al wanted to know what it is. He knew in his heart it had no chance of ever being about him, but then who? "Hey, Scorp? You still in there?"
Bloody hell! Scorpius could not believe that Al had come back. Just when he thought he couldn't get any more mortified! He poked his face out once again, hoping that he wasn't too flushed and mussed-looking. "What? I said I was going to bed!"
Al folded his arms. "You don't look very calm for someone who's been sleeping, or trying to sleep. " He sighed. "Sorry, thought you'd be done yanking it by now. You apparently have a rich fantasy life - which I applaud, really." He set a couple pieces of fruit and a brownie on Scorp's desk. "I just wanted to bring you a snack is all."
Scorpius could feel his cheeks turning beet red. "I was not yanking anything! Thank you for the snack. Now please leave me alone. To sleep." He closed the curtains again and prayed, hard, for Albus to leave and not challenge him on the whole "not wanking" thing.
Al was taken aback; sure he'd interrupted him and sure it was annoying, but Scorpius was protesting too much...wasn't he? Well fine then, he could be a wanker - literally AND figuratively. Al wouldn't bother him anymore. "Whatever you want, Scorp." He couldn't keep his voice from sounding a little hurt. He was!
Scorpius didn't miss the tone in Al's voice. He felt terrible. It wasn't fair to snap when Albus couldn't understand that Scorpius's embarrassment went far deeper than being discovered having a wank. His erection had flagged anyway, so with a sigh, he sat up and parted the curtains. "Oi, Al! I'm sorry, mate, really." He patted the bed next to his hip. "Why don't you come help me eat this? You know I couldn't possibly polish all of that off myself." He broke the brownie in half and held the larger piece out to his friend with an apologetic smile.
Al looked at him carefully before moving over and sitting down gingerly next to Scorpius. "You could stand to eat more, you know," he said without his usual puppyish enthusiasm. "You just pick at everything." He took half the brownie, but didn't eat it right away. "I'm sorry I interrupted you. Guess that was really rude of me." He paused; his curiosity was overwhelming. Scorpius never talked about liking anyone, female or male, and Al wondered who it was who lived in his fantasies. "Can I ask you something?"
Scorpius ducked his head a bit. He certainly didn't want to discuss the interruption. "I don't pick. I eat. Just not like a horse," he said pointedly. However, he took a large bit of brownie, attempting to prove his point. "And sure. What did you want to ask?" He braced himself for another round of questions about which Chaser formation seemed most likely to work against Gryffindor.
"Yeah, sure, whatever. You eat. But ok...uhm..." He tried to think how to phrase it and decided that blatantly to the point worked best. "Who do you think about when you wank?"
Scorpius immediately choked on his mouthful of brownie. Coughing and sputtering, he struggled for breath. "What?" he gasped, once he managed to swallow. "What do you want to know that for?" Still struggling to breathe normally, he narrowed his eyes at Al in what he hoped was a threatening manner. "I mean, that's quite a personal question."
Al raised one eyebrow, a neat trick Scorpius should recognize - Al had learned it from him. "I know it’s a personal question...but we're best mates! And you never talk about liking or wanting anyone, so I just wondered who you thought about." He shrugged. "You don't HAVE to answer."
Scorpius sighed. "Yes, we are best mates. Of course we are. Just... Would you really want to know? Wouldn't that kind of be, to quote Lily, 'too much information?'" He fervently hoped that he could get Al off the subject entirely. "And just because I don't talk about people all the time... Well, I'm a private person, alright? If there's ever something to tell you, I'll tell you." He hoped that would pacify Al. He grabbed an apple and took a large bite to try to stem his nervous babbling.
Al sighed and took a bite of his brownie. "There should be something to tell me NOW, cause you're obviously fantasizing about SOMEONE hot, and I just...I'm curious." And I wish it was me you thought of and got all flushed and hot over, he thought, and heaved another sigh. Trying to get information out of Scorp sometimes was like trying to get blood from a stone.
He wasn't exactly sure when he had started wanting Scorpius; he just knew it was some time between third year and forever. Before he even thought of sex and all its wonders, he knew he wanted this other boy. He couldn't tell anyone why, simply because he didn't know, himself. Al was not the type to ponder the wonders of the world too deeply - that was Scorp's job and he was ridiculously good at it. - but he had given this particular item some thought. And got nothing. He wasn't worried about being gay, particularly - he considered himself open to anything and everything. If pushed, he would call himself Scorpisexual...not that anyone asked. Well. LILY asked, but that was only because she was his sister and a nosy sot at that. Had to know everything - it drove him mental. He had long ago learned that an exasperated "don't you have ANYTHING better to do?" would be answered with a cheerful. "Nope."
Scorpius was lucky to be an only child. He really was.
He watched Scorpius chew and wished he could see inside that cool blond head of his.
Scorpius fervently wished that he knew a spell that would allow him to open a hole in the floor that he could gracefully disappear through. If he knew Albus, and he was pretty confident by this point that he did, he wasn't going to stop prying until he got an answer to his question. The urge to say, 'You. I was thinking about sucking your cock and then bending over and begging you to fuck me up the ass,' was strong for a moment. But only for a moment. Then it passed, leaving Scorpius shivering in its wake.
He wanted to tell Al. Desperately. Because the romantic side of him hoped that there was a tiny chance that Al would cry, 'Oh, thank Merlin, because I'm in love with you as well and I would like nothing more than to shag you!' and leap on him. However, Scorpius didn't hold out much hope of that, and the fear of rejection was just too strong. He would be lost without Al. Albus Potter was the one bright, shining light in Scorpius's life.
Al was everything that Scorpius was not: Brave, strong, funny, popular, athletic, adventurous. Without Albus, there would be no one to pull Scorpius out of the library on sunny days and make him sit in the sun until his nose burned, doing nothing more strenuous than daydreaming. Without Albus, there would be no one to drag Scorpius to the raucous parties in the Slytherin dorm that Scorpius professed to hate (though secretly enjoyed). Without Albus, there would be no stolen Firewhiskey to experiment with, no marathon (and increasingly raunchy) games of Truth or Dare, no warm hugs after Quiddich matches, and no casual arm slug over his shoulder as they walked to class. Without Albus, Scorpius would have no one at all.
And that thought terrified him. So he swallowed his mouthful of apple and shrugged. "I suppose I was just thinking about, you know... shagging. I wasn't thinking about anyone in particular, I swear. Just kind of random images... Like um..." He coughed a bit, but he knew he had to give Al something. "Like getting a blowjob. What that would be like, you know?" Scorpius gulped a little. "Do you think about stuff like that? Or do you think about someone... special?"
Al nodded thoughtfully. "I think about blowjobs a LOT...not gonna lie. I think it'd be brilliant, but...I can't really imagine anyone around here that I'd want doing it...or anyone I'd want to do it to."
He bit his lip, oblivious to the implications of what he'd just said...mostly because he was thinking of one very specific person he'd love to give one to and get one from and the fact that he was a dirty dirty liar. "And I think about shagging a lot too. Probably a lot more than I should. Like when I should be listening in History of Magic or something like that.
Scorpius chuckled. No one paid attention in History of Magic. He felt encouraged by the fact that Al didn't seem to have a crush on anyone in particular. "I think about shagging, too. But I try not to do it in class. It could get embarrassing, if you know what I mean." Scorpius shifted uncomfortably on the bed. Al's interruption had left him with a decidedly painful feeling.
"Shagging in class WOULD be embarrassing. I mean, the splinters from the desk alone." Al nodded wisely, then laughed aloud. He noted Scorpius shifting and looked at him, pained. "I'm sorry...I totally left you with blue balls. I'll REALLY leave now. Promise. And I will bar the door so you can get off in peace, ok?" He stood up. "Go to it with my blessing, mate. Hope she's hot!"
So saying he left the dorm, banging the door behind him.
Scorpius looked after Al, slightly stunned. Sometimes Albus's energy floored him. Although he did admit that it was considerate for Al to finally - thank Merlin - leave him in peace. Flopping back down, Scorpius massaged himself gingerly. He didn't feel up to wanking any longer, so he turned over and buried his face in the pillow. He was very grateful that he escaped that confrontation without Al dredging up too much personal information.
He thought about Albus saying that he wanted to get a blowjob and his cheeks heated when he thought how much he'd like to make Al's wish come true. Then suddenly he sat up with a jolt. "Holy fuck," he whispered into the darkness. Al had said he didn't have anyone in mind to give him a blowjob. But then he'd said, "or anyone I'd want to do it to." Anyone he'd want to give a blowjob to. Scorpius was a novice when it came to sexual matters, sure, but even he knew that one didn't use that term for going down on a girl. "Giving a blowjob" was exclusively something that you did to a male. Which meant...
Albus thought about having sex with other men? Scorpius raked his hands through his hair. He wasn't sure Al had even realized what he'd said. But he'd said it. Which meant he'd thought about it. Which might mean that he wasn't adverse to the idea. Scorpius grinned into the dark. He'd finally gotten that glimmer of hope that he'd been searching for since... practically forever. However, cunning plans were not his area of expertise. Usually, he'd ask Al, but that was out of the question. Who could he get to help him devise a plot to seduce Albus Potter?
He needed a Slytherin.
Al was completely unaware of what he'd said, which was pretty normal for him; he'd just thought about what he wanked to, and blurted it out. He didn't even think about whether or not it was a boy or girl because only one person had ever done anything for him; Scorpius. He felt kind of bad that he'd interrupted what seemed to be a good wank, but he wished Scorpius hadn't been so cryptic. Damn him anyway - reading Scorpius was like trying to crack a super secret spy code.
Ah well...he was near his dorm and could swear he smelled a card game and some alcohol; he grinned. He loved being a Slytherin.
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When Scorpius awoke from his fitful sleep, he knew what needed to be done. He needed someone that he could talk to. Someone who would be able to help him come up with a truly nefarious plot. And most importantly, someone that he had dirt on and could blackmail into keeping quiet.
Scorpius daydreamed through most of his classes, uncharacteristically distracted. He knew what he wanted to accomplish, but he needed help. Fortunately, shortly before supper, he managed to corral just the person he needed. He saw a flash of red hair and a long expanse of bare leg. "Lily! Hold on for a minute, will you?"
Lily Potter turned and rolled her eyes when she saw who it was. "Hello there handsome," she purred, leaning against the nearest post and posing. She enjoyed teasing him, knowing that none of her considerable charms meant a damn to Scorpius, who was in love with her brother. Even if he didn't realize she knew it. "What can I do for you today?"
Scorpius looked her up and down disinterestedly. "Honestly, Lily, you look like you're for sale. Keep your shirt on. I need your help." Scorpius attempted to make himself sound tough. Or at least tougher than usual. "And don't give me shite, or I swear I'll owl your mother and tell her that you smoke like a chimney and cut six inches off the bottom of all your skirts."
Lily snorted. "I am...to the highest bidder. And you're just being snarky cause even if you could tap this...." She looked down at herself approvingly "...you wouldn't know what to do with it. So don't be an ass. And go ahead and tell Mum...she'll think you're just being all Malfoy-y." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you still trying to find a way to get my big brother in bed? Or up against a wall? Or bent over a..."
"Lily Luna Potter!" Scorpius nearly shrieked and dragged Lily by the arm to a more secluded section of the hall. His heart was in his throat. Since he'd planned to confess anyway, he didn't see any use in denying it, but he was still stunned. "What do you know about it? Did Albus say something to you?"
She looked at him pityingly. "Scorpius Hyperion, you are the most transparent person on earth. You look at Al with this...longing. Like he was the appetizer, soup, salad, main course and dessert...and you hadn't eaten in weeks. For God's sakes, the only one who DOESN'T know is Al because frankly? Not too self-aware, is our Alby, bless his oblivious little heart. He wouldn't know you wanted him if you tied him down and drizzled his manly chest with hot fudge syrup and stood there with your tongue hanging out. He'd probably look up and say brightly "Are we having ice cream?"
Scorpius laughed a bit despite himself, but then he realized what she was saying. "Wait! Everyone knows? This cannot be happening..." Scorpius could feel the blush staining his pale cheeks and he cursed himself for looking weak in front of Lily. Shaking himself he said, "Never mind that. Fine. It's true, okay? I admit it. And he said... Something. Something that indicated that he might be interested in guys. But he also said that there was no one special. So I need to..." He cleared his throat nervously. "I need to make myself into someone special. Someone hot. And you know more than anyone I know about looking like you want to give it up. So will you help?"
Lily smirked; a very Albus-like smirk. "Well, darling, I'll take that as the compliment - left handed though it is. And I will say that yes, I am somewhat of an expert in that field." She surveyed him carefully. "You want to be made over into a sex god, do you? Hmmm. I can't deny you have basic raw potential, though you border a bit on geekdom, but we can change all that...but..." She raised her eyes to his. "You do what I say. Be prepared to become different and don't give me shit, and I will make sure my clueless brother finally gets some...clues, I should say. Agreed?" She held out a hand with meticulously painted long red nails for him to shake.
Scorpius looked at her proffered hand. "Do you think you can accomplish this feat by the Yule Ball? Albus seems to have this insane idea that he wants to go. I know it doesn't leave us much time, but I have faith in your abilities to make anything tarty." He took her hand solemnly. "I agree with your terms. Can you handle mine?" He held his breath, really not sure that he wanted to put himself in Lily's hands. (Who knew where they'd been, after all?) However, the thought of touching Albus. Kissing him. It was too tempting. He needed Lily.
"Thank you." It was a measure of Lily's supreme assuredness in her own talents that she didn't even blink at the time crunch created by Scorpius' desire to attend the Yule Ball with her brother. Rome was not built in a day, she reasoned, but hot men could be created in a month. "You do know that the prat can't dance, don't you? Only person worse at dancing than Alby, is Dad, who is truly, TRULY hopeless. But if you want to go to the ball, Cinderscorpius, then go to the ball you shall. Just consider me your fairy godmother in charge of hotness."
Scorpius had no clue what Lily was talking about, but that was typical of his interactions with Lily. "I trust you." His heart felt surprisingly light. He wondered if he should have tried unburdening himself years ago. Shaking his head a bit, he flashed her what he hoped passed for a cheeky grin. "And I could care less whether or not he can dance. I'm not interested in dancing with him. Plus, if you can do what I hope you can do, he's not going to want to stick around where other people are watching." He could feel his pulse racing with anticipation already. "So where do we start?"
She gave him a truly wicked grin. "I would say that first, we need to find your "look." Something that screams "fuck me on the Head Table you wanton slut!" look. I have magazines we can peruse. I'll meet you in the library tonight at 7 pm. Al has Quid practice, so he will be all spazzy in the Common Room with his wanker teammates and we should have narrowed it down to a couple possibles by the time he comes bouncing in to bore you senseless with details that you care nothing about. But better you than me. All right there?"
Scorpius took a deep breath. He was nervous, but determined. Then Lily's words sank in and he blushed. "On the Head Table? Really? Never mind. I'll be there at seven. And if you tell anyone about this, I swear I'll put you in a full body bind that you'll never be able to undo." Flashing her a grin as he started to walk away, he added, "You know, in a body bind, you can't spread your legs." He hurried around the corner before she could reply. He felt rather giddy. Now he just had to figure out how to keep Al in the dark until the Yule Ball.
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Lily was a touch early to the library so she could choose her favorite seat; one where she could see and preside over all. She sat down, crossed her legs (making sure they were on display to all and sundry) and opened her bag to pull out several Muggle fashion magazines. Wizard fashion mags were so BORING. She had already folded down several pages, discerning (correctly) that too much choice would just overwhelm Scorpius and freak him out. She didn't get a chance to make men over everyday, and damned if she was gonna let this one get away.
While she waited, she thought about her brother and Scorpius; it didn't surprise her that things had worked out this way - they'd been bloody glued at the hip since their first flying lesson. What did surprise her was that it had taken this long. Boys were ridiculous. But she did want Al to be happy, and Scorpius was a pretty decent sort, so if she could help...and manipulate - the two of them, well, so much the better.
Girls just gotta have fun.
It only took Scorpius a moment to find Lily when he got to the library. She'd deliberately chosen a table where they would be visible to literally everyone in the library. He marched over to her. "Lily, everyone can see us here! People are going to wonder what we're doing, you know. It's not like we're known to be friends or anything." A sudden, horrifying thought occurred to him. "What if they think I'm shagging you? I don't want people thinking I'm riding the town bicycle."
She waved his horror off. "For fuck's sake, Scorpius, you could only HOPE to ride this train. Nobody would believe you could have a piece of this. Calm down." She idly flicked through a few pages, watching his face. "Try to look normal, would you? That "OMG I just shit myself" look might turn Al on, but does nothing for me. So look," she continued in a businesslike way. "I think any of these four would work. What do you think? And remember...don't just freak. Look them over and consider carefully in that bright little Claw brain of yours."
Scorpius looked at the pictures. He dismissed the first out of hand. It was a rather nice, if preppy, look consisting of a jumper and tie that he thought would suit him just fine, but was too similar to his everyday wear. The next picture showed a very attractive model wearing a black Muggle suit with a white shirt underneath it, unbuttoned far too low for Scorpius's taste. It looked a bit tacky. He turned his nose up at it. He flipped to the next magazine and considered the picture carefully. Skinny jeans, a tight, striped t-shirt, cardigan sweater, and a scarf at the neck. The model was thin, like himself, and the ensemble was undeniably fashionable, but it didn't seem dramatic enough.
Unsure, he looked at the last example and his jaw dropped. The outfit was... gorgeous. Tight leather trousers hugged the model's long, thin legs and hung low on his narrow hips. His hipbones were displayed by the tight, too-short sleeveless shirt. He wore several silver necklaces of varying lengths and leather cuffs on both wrists. His eyes looked rather dark and smudgy and it gave him, in Scorpius's mind, a vaguely dangerous air. His hair was short and dark, but Scorpius figured that they could do something with his hair to suit the style.
He looked at Lily. "This one," he said firmly. "This is what I want to look like. Can you make it happen?"
She leaned over to see which one he'd picked, her boobs swinging dangerously close to him, like pendulums of doom. "Wow...good for you Scorpius...that look is hot. Frankly I thought you'd go a little more conservative, but good for you for getting your gay on." She tilted her head and looked at him consideringly. "I can make it happen. I'm assuming all is good except for the hair...you don't want to cut it that short do you?"
Scorpius touched his longish blonde hair lovingly. "No! Definitely not. But it could probably use some style to it. Right now I just pull it back or else it hangs there." His hair was one of Scorpius's only vanities. He knew he was skinny rather than muscular and his overall "look" was rather mousy. However, his hair, which was white-blonde, pin-straight, and long enough to brush his collarbone, was his pride and joy. His father occasionally teased him about having his grandfather's vanity when it came to hair, but nothing would have made Scorpius cut it. Even though he always just slicked it back into a tail so that it didn't hang in his face while he studied, he liked knowing that it was there.
"Can you do something to it without cutting it?" he asked Lily, a note of fear in his voice at her appraising look.
She snorted. "Yes, we can work with it; I just didn't know how committed you were to that exact depiction. So everything but the hair, which we will figure out." She tilted her head. "Can't imagine you without it anyway...you know how many potions people slap on their hair to TRY and get that color?"
Scorpius sniffed. He was not going to discuss the benefits of years of excellent breeding and genetics with someone whose hair was the same shade as an Irish setter. "Well... Good then. So how exactly are we going to procure this sort of clothing? I doubt they sell it in Hogsmeade. Do you have a plan?"
"Hogsmeade is hardly the fashion mecca some think it is," she said, sniffing. It was hard to tell whether she thought HE thought so or not. Which was totally intentional. "No, I will order from London - I will use my clothing allowance, which you will then reimburse me for...plus a small fee for making you look fabulous." She flipped her hair over her shoulder lazily. "Now, your sizes...write them down for me. And you ARE aware that those trousers will show EVERYTHING, are you not? And I do mean," her eyes flickered over him. "Everything. So do keep that in mind. You don't want a...stiff wind...to keep you from sitting down. Or appearing in public, that sort of thing."
Scorpius gulped. "The money is not an issue, I assure you." He scribbled his clothing sizes on a piece of parchment. "Here. And what sort of undergarments will I be needing for underneath these... revealing trousers?"
She gave him a pitying look. "Darling, you wear NOTHING under those trousers...it would spoil the line. Besides, why give Al more obstacles than you have to? You know he has the attention span of a skrewt." She studied the sizes. "You are a skinny thing, aren't you? Good God. Well, it works for the look, anyway." She slid the parchment into the magazine and closed it. "I will write away for this outfit tonight - it should arrive tomorrow afternoon or the day after. Tomorrow night, we will meet in my dorm and we'll sort out your hair then." She eyed him. "Something rather...loose, soft. Flippable, but not too flippable. Subtle, but not."
Scorpius looked at her, confused. What on Earth was she on about with the hair? Then her first comment sunk in. "Nothing? I wear nothing underneath them? I thought you said they showed everything... Oh." Scorpius hadn't ever given much thought to how his equipment stacked up, but he couldn't help wondering if he had the stones to pull this off. So to speak.
Lily sighed. Why were men clueless? Gay men were supposed to be smarter than this. Even incipient gay men. "They do. In other words, your cock is going to be on show, so to speak. Well...assuming you get a woody at some point, but hopefully by then, you and Alby will be alone or so pressed together that you don't care who sees what." She gathered her magazines together and slipped them into her bag. "Scorpius...I think it’s great that you want my brother. And I think you'll find that he's more receptive than you think." She stood up and smiled, then left, hair and skirt swinging in unison.
Scorpius looked after her, feeling like he'd just been hit by a truck. But then that was how he felt each time he interacted with Lily, so that was to be expected. He sighed and headed back to Ravenclaw Tower. He had homework to do after all. He hoped that Albus wouldn't show up tonight, or that he'd already been looking for him and given up. Now that Scorpius had decided once and for all that he was going to seduce his best mate, he wasn't sure if he could keep his feelings under wraps. He smiled to himself, though. He wished with all his heart that Lily would be right about Al. Lily had a habit of being right that was usually frustrating, but in this case, he was hoping that her instincts were good. He could use a break.
******
Al was being his usual highly annoying self when Lily returned to Slytherin, and she brushed him off like she always did; honestly, Al was like a Pekinese with attention deficit disorder. She did, however, find herself looking him over critically. Al was not bad looking; sloppier than anything else, just like their father. He wasn't overly tall, but sturdy and compact, with muscles aplenty...but not too overdone. He had their father's eyes, though his had some Weasley blue in them as well, rendering them more hazel than green in most lights. His hair had potential...IF he would do something with it...which of course, he didn't. All in all, he was the least gay-looking man she'd ever seen. In fact, he was rather resolutely butch-looking.
But she knew looks were deceiving; Al might look like a man's man but he had eyes only for one man and no women. Plenty of women had eyes for HIM...men too...but Al had only ever been fixated on one man...Scorpius Malfoy. Al had been hopelessly lusting over him for years, even if he didn't completely realize it himself. Lily had figured it out years ago and had just been waiting for Albus to figure it out.
Scorpius was equal parts relieved and disappointed when Al was nowhere to be found in Ravenclaw Tower. His head was buzzing from his discussion with Lily. He walked up to his room, and found it empty. His roommates must have still been studying. He flopped on the bed and cast a silencing charm. He slid his hand into his trousers. He had to make up for lost time. As he closed his eyes, he imagined walking into the Yule Ball, looking like a veritable sex god. Walking up to Albus and snogging him in front of everyone. He wrapped his hand around his cock. That would even be worth putting up with Lily for.
Lily made her way through the crowd of sweaty Quidditch players and sat down on a loveseat near the window, pulling out her magazines to study again. She was a little surprised that Scorpius had picked a Ziggy Stardust look, but hey, he could pull it off. If you had it, flaunt it, was Lily's motto. She idly wondered, as she looked over the trousers in the photo, if Scorpius had it to flaunt. Ah well...she'd know soon enough. As would the rest of Hogwarts.
A thump beside her and the smell of eau du changing room assaulted her nose, which she wrinkled. "Al, for fuck's sakes," she muttered, moving her stuff, "You have all the grace of a Hippogriff in heat."
Al was undeterred. "It’s the sweaty, musky scent of pure sex, sister."
Lily rolled her eyes. "Only if you're a Hippogriff in heat."
Al smirked and looked over her shoulder. "Whatcha lookin' at?"
"Hot men. Right up your alley." She swiftly tucked Scorpius' measurements away and gave Al a bland look, which he ignored. He took the magazine away from her and began flipping through it. "Huh...he's not bad looking...too girly....what the fuck is up with PINK? It’s not the new black, dammit...BLACK is the new black." He shook his head and continued paging through. "Why are these pages bent down?"
She thought quickly. "I'm doing a project on male fashion for Muggle Studies." God, she was good. No wonder her Dad always looked suspicious when she told him things.
"Oh." Al accepted that excuse without question and kept skimming through. Lily watched him, watched his eyes...and when he stopped at the photo Scorpius had chosen, he paused. "This is kind of cool."
"You think so? Its kind of...revealing, don't you think?" Shit, this was perfect.
"Yeah, but...on the right guy it would look...well, it would look hot." Al's cheeks were flushing a little and she wondered if he was envisioning anyone particular...say a thin blond Ravenclaw...in it. "Hmm..."
Al continued. "Like on me, it would look ridiculous." He kept paging, stopping finally at one section, featuring a very good-looking dark-haired boy who looked not a whole lot older than themselves. "You've gone back to that one a couple of times, Al...see something you like?"
He was definitely blushing now. "Well...yeah. But I was more wishing that ...well, that I looked that good."
Lily raised a brow high...now THIS was interesting. "He's pretty. You don't think you could look like that?"
He scoffed. "LOOK at me Lil...I mean, really."
"I AM looking at you, doofus. You are good looking, Al... If you worked at it a little, you could look very much like this." She watched him for another moment. "Is there a reason you would want to look like this? You usually could care less what you look like."
"Yeah...I know. But I was thinking..." He looked around and satisfied no one was listening, relayed the story of catching Scorpius wanking and their resulting conversation.
She listened carefully. "So you wonder who he was thinking of? Maybe he really WAS just thinking of someone random, like he said." Inside, she was cackling. Good God, this was perfect; she could not have planned this had she tried.
"Well, yeah...and..." He looked down. "I wish he'd been thinking of me. Wishing it was me." He looked up at her. "Do you think if I looked like this," he indicated the photo. "Do you think he might...want me?"
She pretended to consider. Two boys to make pretty. There was a God. "I think it's worth a shot. I mean, the Yule Ball IS coming up...we could make you over and you could spring your look on Scorpius that night. It would be amazing."
He looked down at the picture again and bit his lip. "You think?"
"I know. Want to do it? If nothing else, look how gorgeous you'll be...and if for some reason Scorpius is blind and/or stupid, you'll still look hot for someone else."
"I don't want anyone else. Only him." Al's voice was quiet.
Despite herself, Lily was touched. "You'll have him."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
On to Part Two
This is the result. So far. No, it's not completed, but we figured we ought to start posting it before it needs its own zip code. You will find (because of the us having sex with each other half) that it plays to many of our personal kinks. We were mostly trying to get the other one to cry uncle... :D So you'll see an Al with a hair fetish and a Scorpius who really wants to dress like a rock god, but GOD DAMN, there's some good smut to be had. And no you can't know who wrote what. You'll have to figure it out. We hope you enjoy this, but if not, we're still having a shitload of fun! Lol...
Title: I Want to Go to the Ball: A Cinderscorpius and Cinderalbus Story
Author: Cam and Candi aka abusing_sarcasm and bageldelight
Length: ~26,800 words (and counting)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Albus and Scorpius are best friends who want to be more, but both think that they require a upgrade to win the other. Actually, all they need are raging hormones and some privacy...
"Do we always have to talk about Quiddich, Al?" Scorpius gestured around the empty Ravenclaw common room. "Everyone else is studying, as they should be, and we're here discussing strategy. Which I'm crap at, by the way. And you know it."
Al sighed and looked up from the playbook he was scanning. "No. We don't. We can stop the day that you give me some ineffably wonderful idea from a non-athletic point of view that I can use to whup Jamie's poncy ass. But until then, think think think. It's what you Claws do best." He went back to scowling at the diagram which looked vaguely lewd in nature.
"That looks like a diagram of a kneazel's intestinal tract. And why do you always worry about beating your brother? You always do." He realized that he was letting a fawning note creep into his voice and he quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, you know I have a Potions Essay to finish. As do you, I might remind you. We should probably start on those. Although, you’ll undoubtedly want to just copy from mine."
"That's not the point; the point is I want to beat him BADLY. Like, humiliation-level-wearing-girl's-knickers-to-dinner humiliation. You only children don't understand friendly competition." Al squinted at the diagram - he should be wearing his reading glasses but stubbornly refused, the result being that he rarely read anything at all and merely listened intently. It worked for him. "I think," he said, turning the diagram around, "that it looks like Filch and Hagrid getting it on in a broom closet. And yes, I want to copy your essay; I suck at Potions."
"Thank you for THAT disgusting mental image," Scorpius said, rolling his eyes. "And fine. If you want to copy my essay, I'd better start on it. You keep looking at your... Whatever that is." He turned his head to the side. "From this angle, it looks a bit like Professor Hampton squatting over a bonfire." He unrolled a new piece of parchment and sighed. "Why do I let you get away with so much?"
"Cause I'm so bloody cute," replied Albus, setting the playbook aside. "And because you can't resist the LOOK."
The LOOK was a surefire charmer, developed at the age of seven in order to secure more dessert; it worked on everyone. No one was immune, least of all Scorpius on whom Al used the LOOK often...as he did now. The slight smirk, the dimple just popping out in the left cheek, the wide-open eyes...never ever failed.
Scorpius turned away to hide his blush. It was true, unfortunately. Al could get him to do basically anything with 'the look,' as he called it. "Arrogant tosser," Scorpius muttered at him. He pondered, as he often did when he and Albus were alone, at what point his feelings for Albus had changed from platonic to romantic. He wished with all his heart that Albus might give him some kind of sign that he was interested, but Al usually only showed an interest in Quiddich and lunch. And Scorpius found himself getting terribly tongue-tied whenever Albus tried to turn the conversation towards romance. He was too afraid that something incriminating would slip out. Long about fifth year, Albus had pretty much stopped asking Scorpius personal questions. Scorpius still couldn't decide if that was a relief or not.
Al had stretched out in the chair opposite Scorpius, his slightly-shrunken Falmouth Falcons t-shirt riding up his stomach; he absently tugged it down, then yawned. It had been a whole hour and a half since dinner and his stomach was rumbling. People often watched him eat in wonder, much like they had with his Uncle Ron, wondering where in hell he actually managed to PUT all that food. "So Scorp," he said in his most casual voice. "Who're you gonna ask to the Yule Ball?"
The ball was still two months away, but already the girls were angling for dates and Albus really wanted to see who Scorpius would choose...because of course he would. He was too handsome not to. Al himself knew exactly who he would ask if he could...but he couldn't. His dream date was too aloof, too removed, too closed down...and perfect in every way. Damn Scorpius anyway.
Scorpius blanched. He'd been busily trying not to notice the sliver of stomach that Albus's shirt had revealed, so it took him a moment to process the question. "The Yule Ball? Why would I even want to go?" This was the way Scorpius handled most issues of this nature. Feign disinterest or pretend to be above such things, so that he wouldn't have to admit the truth. "You're not planning on going, are you? School dances are so hideous." He gave a little shudder. Then a horrible thought occurred to him. "You haven't asked someone, have you? Or do you want to ask someone?" Scorpius looked away, pretending to look something up in his Potions book. He was terrified to hear Al's answer.
Al watched him scramble for cover in his Potions book and sighed inwardly. "I haven't asked anyone, yet. A couple of people have expressed, uh, interest in me...but they're groupies, only interested in being with a Quid player." He shrugged. "I sent them to my Beaters." He looked down at the table, wondering if he would ever have the courage to be honest with Scorpius, to tell him what he felt for him. The Potter courage might be legendary, but the lack of talent with romance was too; looked like genetics were holding on strong. "I need food," he announced, standing up. "Do you want anything from the kitchens?"
Scorpius sighed. "You're always hungry. We just had dinner, you pig." He bent low over his parchment to hide his happy smile. His only consolation was that Al seemed completely disinterested in dating anyone seriously. Sometimes, he weakly allowed that thought to fill him with hope, but he knew that it was just how Al was. He didn't have time for girls. He was too interested in his Quiddich strategies. He also seemed oblivious to the fact that he was incredible-looking. And Scorpius refused to point it out for numerous reasons. But the Slytherin was truly gorgeous. And even though Scorpius turned his nose up at Quiddich, it didn't mean that he didn't appreciate the fact that playing the sport had given Al a body to die for. Realizing he was staring again, Scorpius returned to his essay. He waved his hand. "You go ahead and get some food. I'll keep working." He hoped Al would leave the room soon so that he could adjust the front of his trousers. He REALLY needed to stop thinking about Albus's muscles.
"Hey, this body is a finely tuned instrument and needs to be fed to keep it in top performance condition," said Al in his Quidditch-announcer voice. "Someday you will appreciate all the work I go through to keep myself this primed for competition." Just for fun - and to annoy Scorpius - he flexed and posed, eliciting a snort from the next table over and several cheers and wolf whistles from the back of the library. "Thank you, thank you... see, Scorp, THESE folks understand my efforts. And besides, all you DO is work." He leaned over and plucked the quill from Scorpius's fingers and bit down on the end. "See, not even a sugar quill. You'll be working for the rest of your life...well, unless you kill off your parents and inherit all, which bears thinking of...but I digress."
He could see Scorpius was unimpressed. "Fine then. I'll go all by my lonesome and tell the house elves my troubles." His hair fell into his eyes and he shoved it back impatiently, snapping the band off his wrist and pulling it back into a tail. His sister had taken to asking him if he needed to borrow barrettes and had been roundly hexed for her trouble. Al thought he looked pretty bad-ass, himself. "When you're hungry later, don't come crying to me."
He wandered off in the direction of the kitchens, leaving several second-years sighing in his wake.
Scorpius bit his lip. Luckily Al was good at giving speeches, which saved him from the trouble of needing to formulate a coherent reply. He'd learned years ago that when Al went into his "big Quiddich player" mode, he wanted to be admired and humored. Both of which Scorpius was glad to do, albeit covertly. He shot a dirty look at the girls who were now frantically whispering at the next table. "People are trying to work," he hissed irritably. He tamped down the jealousy and scratched a few more lines on his essay. He knew that with Albus's looks and personality, it would only be a matter of time before some girl got her claws in him. Scorpius wasn't sure what he'd do on that day, but he suspected that it would involve either flinging himself from the Astronomy Tower or ending up in Azkaban for use of several Unforgivables.
He slammed his book shut and rolled up his parchment. He wasn't going to get any more work done at this rate. Not when he couldn't keep his mind off Al and some girl, snogging in the halls or dancing at the bloody Yule Ball. He picked up his things and walked out. He refused to think about it a moment longer. Knowing Al, he'd be in the kitchens for a while. Maybe he'd have time for a quick wank before Al got back.
Albus was well known in the kitchens, and it wasn't difficult to snag some extra biscuits and a few pieces of fruit; in fact a day when he DIDN'T visit the Hogwarts kitchens usually resulted in a visit to his dorm room by a concerned elf or four. The only problem was that they were stealthy and prone to bad timing, so more than once, they'd caught him naked, or even worse, wanking. Fortunately it didn't seem to be anything they hadn't seen before, but he HAD noticed that most of his "checker-uppers" were now female. Figured. Everyone at boarding schools was a pervert, it seemed. Even the portraits were not above the occasional lewd comment when you got locked out of your Common Room in just a towel.
The only person, it seemed, who was NOT a pervert and was completely unaffected by any of Al's accidental exposures, was one Scorpius Malfoy. Again, it figured.
Scorpius checked each bed carefully before he flopped onto his own bed and drew the hangings. He muttered a silencing spell in case one of his housemates came in. He'd tried to fight his desire to wank to Albus for a long time, but eventually he'd given in, reasoning that no one would know what he was thinking of anyway, and fantasies couldn't hurt. However, it had been a rare miscalculation for Scorpius, since indulging in fantasies about Al had only deepened his crush. But there was no turning back now, since trying NOT to think of Al was basically pointless. He wormed his way into Scorpius's mind one way or another, so Scorpius didn't fight it.
Scorpius unfastened his trousers and pushed his hand inside. His cock was already half-hard from Al's little display at the library, and it only took a moment before he was all the way there. Moaning a little, he rubbed his hand up and down, teasingly. He wanted to hurry in case Albus came to find him so he chose one of his favorite fantasies - one that never failed to get him off quickly. Albus had just come in from playing Quiddich and he was all hot and sweaty. Scorpius was waiting for him in the shower room. 'I thought you might need a hand,' he said, huskily, kneeling down to help peel Al out of his uniform. When Al was naked, he would step under the hot water and start to wash. Scorpius would strip off and join him, offering to wash his back for him. His hands would drift over all those beautiful muscles, feeling each one rippling beneath his fingers. He would kneel once again, but this time Al would be hard. Scorpius would open his mouth and...
"Scorp?" Al's voice was louder than usual in the stillness. He'd gone back to the library but his second year fan club had informed him that "Malfoy" had left a while ago. "He yelled at us to be quiet!" one of them added in an injured voice. "We weren't even DOING anything." Al had rolled his eyes, thanked them and left, figuring he'd head up to the Tower and see how their Potions essay was coming along. He knew the password, of course. The Common Room had been sparsely populated and the 6th year dorm almost silent. Scorp's curtains were drawn and Al checked his watch. Asleep already?
"Scorp..." his voice was quieter this time. "You still up?"
Scorpius jumped about a foot in the air. He poked his head out through a crack in the bed curtains and said, "Yes. I'm going to sleep. Bye." He ducked back inside the curtains and attempted to tuck his very hard cock back into his pants. His heart was racing. 'Please let him leave, please let him leave, please let him leave,' he chanted in his head like a mantra.
"But its only seven o'clock for Christ's sakes...no one goes to bed THAT early unless they have no life. You have a life - just a little one, but Rome wasn't built in a day, you know." He waited for a moment, but no more sound was heard. No breath. So either Scorpius had expired and those were his last words or he had up a Silencing. And why would he have a Silencing except for....
Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
"Sorry," he whispered. "Going now!" He backed out of the room, and down the stairs, intending to leave before he also expired, this time in embarrassment. But he stopped in the Common Room, struck by a single question.
Who had Scorpius Malfoy, Ice Prince apparent, been thinking of?
Scorpius's cheeks were burning. Apparently Albus had realized what he was up to. Groaning, he tried to roll over, but his stubborn cock protested. Wasn't extreme humiliation supposed to dampen one's libido? Well, at least he knew Al wouldn't come back. He reached back down to pick up where he'd left off. His favorite part of the fantasy... Water was raining down over his face, but he didn't care as he took Al's cock into his mouth. He imagined Albus grabbing his hair and pulling just a bit. Scorpius would wrap both arms around Albus and grab his muscular ass with both hands. Then he'd stand up and Al would look so disappointed until Scorpius would murmur, 'Do you want to fuck me?'
Scorp should be done by now, right? Either he had hurried up and finished or had abandoned the wank entirely. That was the problem - or the benefit - of living with other guys. Either you were interrupted constantly and just learned to carry on, or else you got cockshy and wanked with all the secrecy of a witness in a protection program. He wondered which Scorp was.
He checked his watch again....good enough. He quietly made his way upstairs again and approached the bed that was still shrouded and quiet; he must have one hell of a fantasy going...and dammit, Al wanted to know what it is. He knew in his heart it had no chance of ever being about him, but then who? "Hey, Scorp? You still in there?"
Bloody hell! Scorpius could not believe that Al had come back. Just when he thought he couldn't get any more mortified! He poked his face out once again, hoping that he wasn't too flushed and mussed-looking. "What? I said I was going to bed!"
Al folded his arms. "You don't look very calm for someone who's been sleeping, or trying to sleep. " He sighed. "Sorry, thought you'd be done yanking it by now. You apparently have a rich fantasy life - which I applaud, really." He set a couple pieces of fruit and a brownie on Scorp's desk. "I just wanted to bring you a snack is all."
Scorpius could feel his cheeks turning beet red. "I was not yanking anything! Thank you for the snack. Now please leave me alone. To sleep." He closed the curtains again and prayed, hard, for Albus to leave and not challenge him on the whole "not wanking" thing.
Al was taken aback; sure he'd interrupted him and sure it was annoying, but Scorpius was protesting too much...wasn't he? Well fine then, he could be a wanker - literally AND figuratively. Al wouldn't bother him anymore. "Whatever you want, Scorp." He couldn't keep his voice from sounding a little hurt. He was!
Scorpius didn't miss the tone in Al's voice. He felt terrible. It wasn't fair to snap when Albus couldn't understand that Scorpius's embarrassment went far deeper than being discovered having a wank. His erection had flagged anyway, so with a sigh, he sat up and parted the curtains. "Oi, Al! I'm sorry, mate, really." He patted the bed next to his hip. "Why don't you come help me eat this? You know I couldn't possibly polish all of that off myself." He broke the brownie in half and held the larger piece out to his friend with an apologetic smile.
Al looked at him carefully before moving over and sitting down gingerly next to Scorpius. "You could stand to eat more, you know," he said without his usual puppyish enthusiasm. "You just pick at everything." He took half the brownie, but didn't eat it right away. "I'm sorry I interrupted you. Guess that was really rude of me." He paused; his curiosity was overwhelming. Scorpius never talked about liking anyone, female or male, and Al wondered who it was who lived in his fantasies. "Can I ask you something?"
Scorpius ducked his head a bit. He certainly didn't want to discuss the interruption. "I don't pick. I eat. Just not like a horse," he said pointedly. However, he took a large bit of brownie, attempting to prove his point. "And sure. What did you want to ask?" He braced himself for another round of questions about which Chaser formation seemed most likely to work against Gryffindor.
"Yeah, sure, whatever. You eat. But ok...uhm..." He tried to think how to phrase it and decided that blatantly to the point worked best. "Who do you think about when you wank?"
Scorpius immediately choked on his mouthful of brownie. Coughing and sputtering, he struggled for breath. "What?" he gasped, once he managed to swallow. "What do you want to know that for?" Still struggling to breathe normally, he narrowed his eyes at Al in what he hoped was a threatening manner. "I mean, that's quite a personal question."
Al raised one eyebrow, a neat trick Scorpius should recognize - Al had learned it from him. "I know it’s a personal question...but we're best mates! And you never talk about liking or wanting anyone, so I just wondered who you thought about." He shrugged. "You don't HAVE to answer."
Scorpius sighed. "Yes, we are best mates. Of course we are. Just... Would you really want to know? Wouldn't that kind of be, to quote Lily, 'too much information?'" He fervently hoped that he could get Al off the subject entirely. "And just because I don't talk about people all the time... Well, I'm a private person, alright? If there's ever something to tell you, I'll tell you." He hoped that would pacify Al. He grabbed an apple and took a large bite to try to stem his nervous babbling.
Al sighed and took a bite of his brownie. "There should be something to tell me NOW, cause you're obviously fantasizing about SOMEONE hot, and I just...I'm curious." And I wish it was me you thought of and got all flushed and hot over, he thought, and heaved another sigh. Trying to get information out of Scorp sometimes was like trying to get blood from a stone.
He wasn't exactly sure when he had started wanting Scorpius; he just knew it was some time between third year and forever. Before he even thought of sex and all its wonders, he knew he wanted this other boy. He couldn't tell anyone why, simply because he didn't know, himself. Al was not the type to ponder the wonders of the world too deeply - that was Scorp's job and he was ridiculously good at it. - but he had given this particular item some thought. And got nothing. He wasn't worried about being gay, particularly - he considered himself open to anything and everything. If pushed, he would call himself Scorpisexual...not that anyone asked. Well. LILY asked, but that was only because she was his sister and a nosy sot at that. Had to know everything - it drove him mental. He had long ago learned that an exasperated "don't you have ANYTHING better to do?" would be answered with a cheerful. "Nope."
Scorpius was lucky to be an only child. He really was.
He watched Scorpius chew and wished he could see inside that cool blond head of his.
Scorpius fervently wished that he knew a spell that would allow him to open a hole in the floor that he could gracefully disappear through. If he knew Albus, and he was pretty confident by this point that he did, he wasn't going to stop prying until he got an answer to his question. The urge to say, 'You. I was thinking about sucking your cock and then bending over and begging you to fuck me up the ass,' was strong for a moment. But only for a moment. Then it passed, leaving Scorpius shivering in its wake.
He wanted to tell Al. Desperately. Because the romantic side of him hoped that there was a tiny chance that Al would cry, 'Oh, thank Merlin, because I'm in love with you as well and I would like nothing more than to shag you!' and leap on him. However, Scorpius didn't hold out much hope of that, and the fear of rejection was just too strong. He would be lost without Al. Albus Potter was the one bright, shining light in Scorpius's life.
Al was everything that Scorpius was not: Brave, strong, funny, popular, athletic, adventurous. Without Albus, there would be no one to pull Scorpius out of the library on sunny days and make him sit in the sun until his nose burned, doing nothing more strenuous than daydreaming. Without Albus, there would be no one to drag Scorpius to the raucous parties in the Slytherin dorm that Scorpius professed to hate (though secretly enjoyed). Without Albus, there would be no stolen Firewhiskey to experiment with, no marathon (and increasingly raunchy) games of Truth or Dare, no warm hugs after Quiddich matches, and no casual arm slug over his shoulder as they walked to class. Without Albus, Scorpius would have no one at all.
And that thought terrified him. So he swallowed his mouthful of apple and shrugged. "I suppose I was just thinking about, you know... shagging. I wasn't thinking about anyone in particular, I swear. Just kind of random images... Like um..." He coughed a bit, but he knew he had to give Al something. "Like getting a blowjob. What that would be like, you know?" Scorpius gulped a little. "Do you think about stuff like that? Or do you think about someone... special?"
Al nodded thoughtfully. "I think about blowjobs a LOT...not gonna lie. I think it'd be brilliant, but...I can't really imagine anyone around here that I'd want doing it...or anyone I'd want to do it to."
He bit his lip, oblivious to the implications of what he'd just said...mostly because he was thinking of one very specific person he'd love to give one to and get one from and the fact that he was a dirty dirty liar. "And I think about shagging a lot too. Probably a lot more than I should. Like when I should be listening in History of Magic or something like that.
Scorpius chuckled. No one paid attention in History of Magic. He felt encouraged by the fact that Al didn't seem to have a crush on anyone in particular. "I think about shagging, too. But I try not to do it in class. It could get embarrassing, if you know what I mean." Scorpius shifted uncomfortably on the bed. Al's interruption had left him with a decidedly painful feeling.
"Shagging in class WOULD be embarrassing. I mean, the splinters from the desk alone." Al nodded wisely, then laughed aloud. He noted Scorpius shifting and looked at him, pained. "I'm sorry...I totally left you with blue balls. I'll REALLY leave now. Promise. And I will bar the door so you can get off in peace, ok?" He stood up. "Go to it with my blessing, mate. Hope she's hot!"
So saying he left the dorm, banging the door behind him.
Scorpius looked after Al, slightly stunned. Sometimes Albus's energy floored him. Although he did admit that it was considerate for Al to finally - thank Merlin - leave him in peace. Flopping back down, Scorpius massaged himself gingerly. He didn't feel up to wanking any longer, so he turned over and buried his face in the pillow. He was very grateful that he escaped that confrontation without Al dredging up too much personal information.
He thought about Albus saying that he wanted to get a blowjob and his cheeks heated when he thought how much he'd like to make Al's wish come true. Then suddenly he sat up with a jolt. "Holy fuck," he whispered into the darkness. Al had said he didn't have anyone in mind to give him a blowjob. But then he'd said, "or anyone I'd want to do it to." Anyone he'd want to give a blowjob to. Scorpius was a novice when it came to sexual matters, sure, but even he knew that one didn't use that term for going down on a girl. "Giving a blowjob" was exclusively something that you did to a male. Which meant...
Albus thought about having sex with other men? Scorpius raked his hands through his hair. He wasn't sure Al had even realized what he'd said. But he'd said it. Which meant he'd thought about it. Which might mean that he wasn't adverse to the idea. Scorpius grinned into the dark. He'd finally gotten that glimmer of hope that he'd been searching for since... practically forever. However, cunning plans were not his area of expertise. Usually, he'd ask Al, but that was out of the question. Who could he get to help him devise a plot to seduce Albus Potter?
He needed a Slytherin.
Al was completely unaware of what he'd said, which was pretty normal for him; he'd just thought about what he wanked to, and blurted it out. He didn't even think about whether or not it was a boy or girl because only one person had ever done anything for him; Scorpius. He felt kind of bad that he'd interrupted what seemed to be a good wank, but he wished Scorpius hadn't been so cryptic. Damn him anyway - reading Scorpius was like trying to crack a super secret spy code.
Ah well...he was near his dorm and could swear he smelled a card game and some alcohol; he grinned. He loved being a Slytherin.
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When Scorpius awoke from his fitful sleep, he knew what needed to be done. He needed someone that he could talk to. Someone who would be able to help him come up with a truly nefarious plot. And most importantly, someone that he had dirt on and could blackmail into keeping quiet.
Scorpius daydreamed through most of his classes, uncharacteristically distracted. He knew what he wanted to accomplish, but he needed help. Fortunately, shortly before supper, he managed to corral just the person he needed. He saw a flash of red hair and a long expanse of bare leg. "Lily! Hold on for a minute, will you?"
Lily Potter turned and rolled her eyes when she saw who it was. "Hello there handsome," she purred, leaning against the nearest post and posing. She enjoyed teasing him, knowing that none of her considerable charms meant a damn to Scorpius, who was in love with her brother. Even if he didn't realize she knew it. "What can I do for you today?"
Scorpius looked her up and down disinterestedly. "Honestly, Lily, you look like you're for sale. Keep your shirt on. I need your help." Scorpius attempted to make himself sound tough. Or at least tougher than usual. "And don't give me shite, or I swear I'll owl your mother and tell her that you smoke like a chimney and cut six inches off the bottom of all your skirts."
Lily snorted. "I am...to the highest bidder. And you're just being snarky cause even if you could tap this...." She looked down at herself approvingly "...you wouldn't know what to do with it. So don't be an ass. And go ahead and tell Mum...she'll think you're just being all Malfoy-y." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you still trying to find a way to get my big brother in bed? Or up against a wall? Or bent over a..."
"Lily Luna Potter!" Scorpius nearly shrieked and dragged Lily by the arm to a more secluded section of the hall. His heart was in his throat. Since he'd planned to confess anyway, he didn't see any use in denying it, but he was still stunned. "What do you know about it? Did Albus say something to you?"
She looked at him pityingly. "Scorpius Hyperion, you are the most transparent person on earth. You look at Al with this...longing. Like he was the appetizer, soup, salad, main course and dessert...and you hadn't eaten in weeks. For God's sakes, the only one who DOESN'T know is Al because frankly? Not too self-aware, is our Alby, bless his oblivious little heart. He wouldn't know you wanted him if you tied him down and drizzled his manly chest with hot fudge syrup and stood there with your tongue hanging out. He'd probably look up and say brightly "Are we having ice cream?"
Scorpius laughed a bit despite himself, but then he realized what she was saying. "Wait! Everyone knows? This cannot be happening..." Scorpius could feel the blush staining his pale cheeks and he cursed himself for looking weak in front of Lily. Shaking himself he said, "Never mind that. Fine. It's true, okay? I admit it. And he said... Something. Something that indicated that he might be interested in guys. But he also said that there was no one special. So I need to..." He cleared his throat nervously. "I need to make myself into someone special. Someone hot. And you know more than anyone I know about looking like you want to give it up. So will you help?"
Lily smirked; a very Albus-like smirk. "Well, darling, I'll take that as the compliment - left handed though it is. And I will say that yes, I am somewhat of an expert in that field." She surveyed him carefully. "You want to be made over into a sex god, do you? Hmmm. I can't deny you have basic raw potential, though you border a bit on geekdom, but we can change all that...but..." She raised her eyes to his. "You do what I say. Be prepared to become different and don't give me shit, and I will make sure my clueless brother finally gets some...clues, I should say. Agreed?" She held out a hand with meticulously painted long red nails for him to shake.
Scorpius looked at her proffered hand. "Do you think you can accomplish this feat by the Yule Ball? Albus seems to have this insane idea that he wants to go. I know it doesn't leave us much time, but I have faith in your abilities to make anything tarty." He took her hand solemnly. "I agree with your terms. Can you handle mine?" He held his breath, really not sure that he wanted to put himself in Lily's hands. (Who knew where they'd been, after all?) However, the thought of touching Albus. Kissing him. It was too tempting. He needed Lily.
"Thank you." It was a measure of Lily's supreme assuredness in her own talents that she didn't even blink at the time crunch created by Scorpius' desire to attend the Yule Ball with her brother. Rome was not built in a day, she reasoned, but hot men could be created in a month. "You do know that the prat can't dance, don't you? Only person worse at dancing than Alby, is Dad, who is truly, TRULY hopeless. But if you want to go to the ball, Cinderscorpius, then go to the ball you shall. Just consider me your fairy godmother in charge of hotness."
Scorpius had no clue what Lily was talking about, but that was typical of his interactions with Lily. "I trust you." His heart felt surprisingly light. He wondered if he should have tried unburdening himself years ago. Shaking his head a bit, he flashed her what he hoped passed for a cheeky grin. "And I could care less whether or not he can dance. I'm not interested in dancing with him. Plus, if you can do what I hope you can do, he's not going to want to stick around where other people are watching." He could feel his pulse racing with anticipation already. "So where do we start?"
She gave him a truly wicked grin. "I would say that first, we need to find your "look." Something that screams "fuck me on the Head Table you wanton slut!" look. I have magazines we can peruse. I'll meet you in the library tonight at 7 pm. Al has Quid practice, so he will be all spazzy in the Common Room with his wanker teammates and we should have narrowed it down to a couple possibles by the time he comes bouncing in to bore you senseless with details that you care nothing about. But better you than me. All right there?"
Scorpius took a deep breath. He was nervous, but determined. Then Lily's words sank in and he blushed. "On the Head Table? Really? Never mind. I'll be there at seven. And if you tell anyone about this, I swear I'll put you in a full body bind that you'll never be able to undo." Flashing her a grin as he started to walk away, he added, "You know, in a body bind, you can't spread your legs." He hurried around the corner before she could reply. He felt rather giddy. Now he just had to figure out how to keep Al in the dark until the Yule Ball.
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Lily was a touch early to the library so she could choose her favorite seat; one where she could see and preside over all. She sat down, crossed her legs (making sure they were on display to all and sundry) and opened her bag to pull out several Muggle fashion magazines. Wizard fashion mags were so BORING. She had already folded down several pages, discerning (correctly) that too much choice would just overwhelm Scorpius and freak him out. She didn't get a chance to make men over everyday, and damned if she was gonna let this one get away.
While she waited, she thought about her brother and Scorpius; it didn't surprise her that things had worked out this way - they'd been bloody glued at the hip since their first flying lesson. What did surprise her was that it had taken this long. Boys were ridiculous. But she did want Al to be happy, and Scorpius was a pretty decent sort, so if she could help...and manipulate - the two of them, well, so much the better.
Girls just gotta have fun.
It only took Scorpius a moment to find Lily when he got to the library. She'd deliberately chosen a table where they would be visible to literally everyone in the library. He marched over to her. "Lily, everyone can see us here! People are going to wonder what we're doing, you know. It's not like we're known to be friends or anything." A sudden, horrifying thought occurred to him. "What if they think I'm shagging you? I don't want people thinking I'm riding the town bicycle."
She waved his horror off. "For fuck's sake, Scorpius, you could only HOPE to ride this train. Nobody would believe you could have a piece of this. Calm down." She idly flicked through a few pages, watching his face. "Try to look normal, would you? That "OMG I just shit myself" look might turn Al on, but does nothing for me. So look," she continued in a businesslike way. "I think any of these four would work. What do you think? And remember...don't just freak. Look them over and consider carefully in that bright little Claw brain of yours."
Scorpius looked at the pictures. He dismissed the first out of hand. It was a rather nice, if preppy, look consisting of a jumper and tie that he thought would suit him just fine, but was too similar to his everyday wear. The next picture showed a very attractive model wearing a black Muggle suit with a white shirt underneath it, unbuttoned far too low for Scorpius's taste. It looked a bit tacky. He turned his nose up at it. He flipped to the next magazine and considered the picture carefully. Skinny jeans, a tight, striped t-shirt, cardigan sweater, and a scarf at the neck. The model was thin, like himself, and the ensemble was undeniably fashionable, but it didn't seem dramatic enough.
Unsure, he looked at the last example and his jaw dropped. The outfit was... gorgeous. Tight leather trousers hugged the model's long, thin legs and hung low on his narrow hips. His hipbones were displayed by the tight, too-short sleeveless shirt. He wore several silver necklaces of varying lengths and leather cuffs on both wrists. His eyes looked rather dark and smudgy and it gave him, in Scorpius's mind, a vaguely dangerous air. His hair was short and dark, but Scorpius figured that they could do something with his hair to suit the style.
He looked at Lily. "This one," he said firmly. "This is what I want to look like. Can you make it happen?"
She leaned over to see which one he'd picked, her boobs swinging dangerously close to him, like pendulums of doom. "Wow...good for you Scorpius...that look is hot. Frankly I thought you'd go a little more conservative, but good for you for getting your gay on." She tilted her head and looked at him consideringly. "I can make it happen. I'm assuming all is good except for the hair...you don't want to cut it that short do you?"
Scorpius touched his longish blonde hair lovingly. "No! Definitely not. But it could probably use some style to it. Right now I just pull it back or else it hangs there." His hair was one of Scorpius's only vanities. He knew he was skinny rather than muscular and his overall "look" was rather mousy. However, his hair, which was white-blonde, pin-straight, and long enough to brush his collarbone, was his pride and joy. His father occasionally teased him about having his grandfather's vanity when it came to hair, but nothing would have made Scorpius cut it. Even though he always just slicked it back into a tail so that it didn't hang in his face while he studied, he liked knowing that it was there.
"Can you do something to it without cutting it?" he asked Lily, a note of fear in his voice at her appraising look.
She snorted. "Yes, we can work with it; I just didn't know how committed you were to that exact depiction. So everything but the hair, which we will figure out." She tilted her head. "Can't imagine you without it anyway...you know how many potions people slap on their hair to TRY and get that color?"
Scorpius sniffed. He was not going to discuss the benefits of years of excellent breeding and genetics with someone whose hair was the same shade as an Irish setter. "Well... Good then. So how exactly are we going to procure this sort of clothing? I doubt they sell it in Hogsmeade. Do you have a plan?"
"Hogsmeade is hardly the fashion mecca some think it is," she said, sniffing. It was hard to tell whether she thought HE thought so or not. Which was totally intentional. "No, I will order from London - I will use my clothing allowance, which you will then reimburse me for...plus a small fee for making you look fabulous." She flipped her hair over her shoulder lazily. "Now, your sizes...write them down for me. And you ARE aware that those trousers will show EVERYTHING, are you not? And I do mean," her eyes flickered over him. "Everything. So do keep that in mind. You don't want a...stiff wind...to keep you from sitting down. Or appearing in public, that sort of thing."
Scorpius gulped. "The money is not an issue, I assure you." He scribbled his clothing sizes on a piece of parchment. "Here. And what sort of undergarments will I be needing for underneath these... revealing trousers?"
She gave him a pitying look. "Darling, you wear NOTHING under those trousers...it would spoil the line. Besides, why give Al more obstacles than you have to? You know he has the attention span of a skrewt." She studied the sizes. "You are a skinny thing, aren't you? Good God. Well, it works for the look, anyway." She slid the parchment into the magazine and closed it. "I will write away for this outfit tonight - it should arrive tomorrow afternoon or the day after. Tomorrow night, we will meet in my dorm and we'll sort out your hair then." She eyed him. "Something rather...loose, soft. Flippable, but not too flippable. Subtle, but not."
Scorpius looked at her, confused. What on Earth was she on about with the hair? Then her first comment sunk in. "Nothing? I wear nothing underneath them? I thought you said they showed everything... Oh." Scorpius hadn't ever given much thought to how his equipment stacked up, but he couldn't help wondering if he had the stones to pull this off. So to speak.
Lily sighed. Why were men clueless? Gay men were supposed to be smarter than this. Even incipient gay men. "They do. In other words, your cock is going to be on show, so to speak. Well...assuming you get a woody at some point, but hopefully by then, you and Alby will be alone or so pressed together that you don't care who sees what." She gathered her magazines together and slipped them into her bag. "Scorpius...I think it’s great that you want my brother. And I think you'll find that he's more receptive than you think." She stood up and smiled, then left, hair and skirt swinging in unison.
Scorpius looked after her, feeling like he'd just been hit by a truck. But then that was how he felt each time he interacted with Lily, so that was to be expected. He sighed and headed back to Ravenclaw Tower. He had homework to do after all. He hoped that Albus wouldn't show up tonight, or that he'd already been looking for him and given up. Now that Scorpius had decided once and for all that he was going to seduce his best mate, he wasn't sure if he could keep his feelings under wraps. He smiled to himself, though. He wished with all his heart that Lily would be right about Al. Lily had a habit of being right that was usually frustrating, but in this case, he was hoping that her instincts were good. He could use a break.
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Al was being his usual highly annoying self when Lily returned to Slytherin, and she brushed him off like she always did; honestly, Al was like a Pekinese with attention deficit disorder. She did, however, find herself looking him over critically. Al was not bad looking; sloppier than anything else, just like their father. He wasn't overly tall, but sturdy and compact, with muscles aplenty...but not too overdone. He had their father's eyes, though his had some Weasley blue in them as well, rendering them more hazel than green in most lights. His hair had potential...IF he would do something with it...which of course, he didn't. All in all, he was the least gay-looking man she'd ever seen. In fact, he was rather resolutely butch-looking.
But she knew looks were deceiving; Al might look like a man's man but he had eyes only for one man and no women. Plenty of women had eyes for HIM...men too...but Al had only ever been fixated on one man...Scorpius Malfoy. Al had been hopelessly lusting over him for years, even if he didn't completely realize it himself. Lily had figured it out years ago and had just been waiting for Albus to figure it out.
Scorpius was equal parts relieved and disappointed when Al was nowhere to be found in Ravenclaw Tower. His head was buzzing from his discussion with Lily. He walked up to his room, and found it empty. His roommates must have still been studying. He flopped on the bed and cast a silencing charm. He slid his hand into his trousers. He had to make up for lost time. As he closed his eyes, he imagined walking into the Yule Ball, looking like a veritable sex god. Walking up to Albus and snogging him in front of everyone. He wrapped his hand around his cock. That would even be worth putting up with Lily for.
Lily made her way through the crowd of sweaty Quidditch players and sat down on a loveseat near the window, pulling out her magazines to study again. She was a little surprised that Scorpius had picked a Ziggy Stardust look, but hey, he could pull it off. If you had it, flaunt it, was Lily's motto. She idly wondered, as she looked over the trousers in the photo, if Scorpius had it to flaunt. Ah well...she'd know soon enough. As would the rest of Hogwarts.
A thump beside her and the smell of eau du changing room assaulted her nose, which she wrinkled. "Al, for fuck's sakes," she muttered, moving her stuff, "You have all the grace of a Hippogriff in heat."
Al was undeterred. "It’s the sweaty, musky scent of pure sex, sister."
Lily rolled her eyes. "Only if you're a Hippogriff in heat."
Al smirked and looked over her shoulder. "Whatcha lookin' at?"
"Hot men. Right up your alley." She swiftly tucked Scorpius' measurements away and gave Al a bland look, which he ignored. He took the magazine away from her and began flipping through it. "Huh...he's not bad looking...too girly....what the fuck is up with PINK? It’s not the new black, dammit...BLACK is the new black." He shook his head and continued paging through. "Why are these pages bent down?"
She thought quickly. "I'm doing a project on male fashion for Muggle Studies." God, she was good. No wonder her Dad always looked suspicious when she told him things.
"Oh." Al accepted that excuse without question and kept skimming through. Lily watched him, watched his eyes...and when he stopped at the photo Scorpius had chosen, he paused. "This is kind of cool."
"You think so? Its kind of...revealing, don't you think?" Shit, this was perfect.
"Yeah, but...on the right guy it would look...well, it would look hot." Al's cheeks were flushing a little and she wondered if he was envisioning anyone particular...say a thin blond Ravenclaw...in it. "Hmm..."
Al continued. "Like on me, it would look ridiculous." He kept paging, stopping finally at one section, featuring a very good-looking dark-haired boy who looked not a whole lot older than themselves. "You've gone back to that one a couple of times, Al...see something you like?"
He was definitely blushing now. "Well...yeah. But I was more wishing that ...well, that I looked that good."
Lily raised a brow high...now THIS was interesting. "He's pretty. You don't think you could look like that?"
He scoffed. "LOOK at me Lil...I mean, really."
"I AM looking at you, doofus. You are good looking, Al... If you worked at it a little, you could look very much like this." She watched him for another moment. "Is there a reason you would want to look like this? You usually could care less what you look like."
"Yeah...I know. But I was thinking..." He looked around and satisfied no one was listening, relayed the story of catching Scorpius wanking and their resulting conversation.
She listened carefully. "So you wonder who he was thinking of? Maybe he really WAS just thinking of someone random, like he said." Inside, she was cackling. Good God, this was perfect; she could not have planned this had she tried.
"Well, yeah...and..." He looked down. "I wish he'd been thinking of me. Wishing it was me." He looked up at her. "Do you think if I looked like this," he indicated the photo. "Do you think he might...want me?"
She pretended to consider. Two boys to make pretty. There was a God. "I think it's worth a shot. I mean, the Yule Ball IS coming up...we could make you over and you could spring your look on Scorpius that night. It would be amazing."
He looked down at the picture again and bit his lip. "You think?"
"I know. Want to do it? If nothing else, look how gorgeous you'll be...and if for some reason Scorpius is blind and/or stupid, you'll still look hot for someone else."
"I don't want anyone else. Only him." Al's voice was quiet.
Despite herself, Lily was touched. "You'll have him."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
On to Part Two