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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_and_the_Cursed_Child_-_Thorne_&_Rowling, Harry_Potter_-_J.
      K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Scorpius_Malfoy/Albus_Severus_Potter
  Character:
      Scorpius_Malfoy, Albus_Severus_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff_and_Smut, Tooth-Rotting_Fluff, Snogging, Hand_Jobs, Even_Cinnamon
      Rolls_Deserve_to_Get_Off, Scorpius_is_Eternally_Flustered, Getting
      Together
  Series:
      Part 1 of Dress_Robes
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-07 Words: 3831
****** Dress Robes: Scorpius ******
by mischiefmanager
Summary
     Albus Potter is wearing dress robes and Scorpius can't even. Smut
     ensues.
     To read this story from Albus's point of view, read Dress Robes:
     Albus.
     An enormous THANK YOU to my beautiful friend and beta reader
     Dawn_Seeker.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Scorpius Malfoy and Albus Potter trudged through the door into their empty
dormitory together at eight o'clock.
"We are never going to another dance again," Albus announced, sitting heavily
onto the floor and digging through his trunk for pyjamas. 
"Oh c'mon, Albus it wasn't that bad," Scorpius replied, hanging up his cloak,
"how often do we get a chance to dress up like this?" Scorpius had an excellent
reason for hoping there would be another dance in the future and it was: Albus
Potter wearing dress robes. 
Scorpius thought he had a pretty good handle on his every day, all-purpose,
normal life-consuming obsession with Albus, but when Albus had stepped out of
the bathroom in his dress robes, Scorpius had been utterly gobsmacked. And then
Albus couldn't do up his own bow tie and of course Scorpius knew how to tie a
bow tie because who didn't know that? So Scorpius had done it for him, and his
fingers had been brushing Albus's neck and his freshly shaved face and Scorpius
was still marvelling at the fact that he had survived it. 
"I hate these robes. Have you seen my Harpies shirt?" Albus muttered, halfway
in his trunk as he tossed clothes hither and tither around his bed in search of
his favourite tatty old tee shirt that had once belonged to his father, then
was stolen by his brother, then had finally come to rest in Albus’s possession.
On the heels of his previous train of thought, the first thing that popped into
Scorpius's mind was "Too bad you hate them, those robes really suit you," and
that seemed pretty harmless, so he said it out loud.
"Really? Which of the beastly girls lining up to dance with my brother told you
that?"
"I don't need a girl to tell me you’re attractive, Albus," Scorpius said, "I
have eyes, you know." 
Scorpius meant for that to come out as a joke, but it really, really hadn't. He
sounded exactly how he felt—breathless and sincere, and Albus froze in the act
of unfastening his cloak to look Scorpius right in the eye. 
"You think I'm attractive?" he asked slowly. 
I couldn't have just left well enough alone, could I? Scorpius berated himself
mentally. Now what was he supposed to say? Of course Albus looked attractive,
he always looked attractive and actually, when Scorpius thought about it, maybe
it would be better if they never had another dance again because he couldn't
even think straight let alone speak normally with Albus standing there looking
this good. 
Scorpius realised suddenly that the appropriate time frame for him to have
replied to Albus's question had long passed, but that Albus was apparently
waiting for a response nonetheless. Anything Scorpius said or didn't say in
this moment was a yes, even an emphatic no would sound suspicious. But really,
all he needed, all he had ever needed and ever would need was for Albus to
stay. And all he could think of was: which of the things he could say now would
be the most likely to not drive Albus away?
"Is there a right or wrong answer here?" Scorpius said, in the loudest voice he
could muster, which was apparently a high-pitched, cracking whisper. 
Albus shook his head and took a couple of very tentative steps toward Scorpius,
like someone trying not to frighten off a wild animal.
"No," he said, and his voice was low and soft, “there’s just the truth, or not
the truth.”
Scorpius fought the urge to close his eyes, partly because this was
excruciating and overwhelming and partly because he could still feel Albus’s
words washing over him, soothing and gentle. But he couldn’t bring himself to
say it out loud. This was a conversation that Scorpius had expected to never,
ever have—not in a million years, and he had been prepared to deny his feelings
for Albus to his dying breath. Maybe he could still go through with that plan.
The important thing was not to give a firm answer, which was really, really
difficult with Albus staring him right in the eye like he had suddenly learned
Legilimency. What if he had though? What if he was watching all of Scorpius’s
most embarrassing daydreams and night dreams and learning that all his best
friend ever thought about was him, him, him?
“Do I really have to answer?” he said, and he was sure he had never sounded
less normal.
“Yes,” Albus whispered, “I need to hear you say it,” and then Scorpius realised
that Albus could whisper because while Scorpius had been having his little
internal meltdown, Albus had reached the destination he had been hesitantly
walking towards, which was apparently only inches from Scorpius’s face. Then,
for one moment, he stopped focusing all his energy on trying to school his own
expression and really looked at Albus. Albus looked the way Scorpius felt,
terrified and uncertain—but his eyes were also brimming with hopefulness. And
for the first time in his life, Scorpius let himself believe that Albus might
actually want to hear the truth. He screwed up every bit of courage in his
body. He had given up his kingdom for Albus, how could it be harder to answer
his simple question than to change reality for him?
“Okay,” Scorpius whispered, and he let his gaze fall to Albus’s lips, “yes,
yes, I do, I really, really do…" 
“Thank God,” Albus groaned, and then he yanked the front of Scorpius’s dress
robes forward and pressed his lips firmly against Scorpius’s mouth. 
Scorpius had never kissed anyone before in his life, but he didn’t even have
time to worry about his technique because his body seemed to know what to do.
He tilted his head so that their noses wouldn’t bump and wrapped his arms
around Albus’s waist. Then he had a better idea and immediately untangled his
arms to slip them underneath Albus’s cloak and pull him close again. Albus
still hadn’t released his death grip on the front of Scorpius’s robes, but his
other hand had found its way behind Scorpius’s head and was, he could tell,
thoroughly messing up his hair.
Scorpius wasn’t even aware that he had opened his mouth, but now, hello, there
was Albus’s tongue in there. Where did Albus even learn how to do this? he
wondered vaguely, as he tried to imitate what Albus was doing with his own
tongue, because it felt so good and he wanted Albus to feel that good too.
Albus actually moanedinto Scorpius’s mouth and finally let go of the front of
his robes. He dropped the hand that was behind Scorpius and placed it firmly
on—oh my God—on his backside and pushed their hips closer together, if that was
even possible. It was at this moment that Scorpius noticed something very solid
poking into his hip that he was pretty sure was not Albus’s leg. Relieving
though it was to not be the only one with a stiffy, Scorpius was just
struggling not to come in his pants or simply die of arousal—both possibilities
seemed equally likely—and Albus was softly, maybe even unconsciously rutting
himself against Scorpius’s thigh. The next thought he was able to formulate
was: we need to get to a bed.
About a moment before Scorpius had mustered up the courage to make that
suggestion out loud, he heard footsteps on the other side of the door. They
sprang apart; Scorpius instantly turned to face the wall for a moment to
compose himself before interacting with whichever dorm mate was about to walk
in. Albus had dove back into his trunk and was rummaging with renewed vigour,
the Harpies shirt draped carefully over his lap.
Whoever it was (Scorpius was still looking at the wall and willing his body to
calm down) didn’t address them, unsurprisingly, and headed directly into the
bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Scorpius heard Albus let out an exhale.
He sounded like he’d just run for miles. 
He took a deep breath and then turned to face Albus. The hunted, startled
expression Albus had been wearing slowly morphed as they locked gazes. Albus’s
eyes darkened and he looked like he was working hard to suppress a grin, and
then the thought was back: we need to get to a—well, it was half back. They
needed to get to somewhere—somewhere not here, because there was someone in the
bathroom and Scorpius had never wanted a bit of privacy more than he did right
now.
“Fancy a stroll?” Albus asked him casually, and Scorpius had to commend him
because he sounded very normal and natural and Scorpius was sure he couldn’t
have pulled that off. He didn’t even trust himself to reply verbally, so he
just nodded vigorously.
“You know, there’s a supply cupboard right upstairs by the Potions classroom
that nobody has any business going near tonight,” Albus kindly informed him in
an undertone as they exited the dormitory.
“Well,” said Scorpius, suddenly all breathless again, “we ought to look into
that, then. Should we…you know, discuss this at all?" 
“Yeah,” Albus said fervently, nodding and exiting the common room, “but, like,
maybe after we get off, yeah? I can’t even think when I’m like this.” 
“Like this often, are you?” Scorpius asked before he could stop himself.
“Just around you,” Albus said, smirking. “Why, want to see more of it?” He was
being very impressively confident, Albus was, but he was blushing Weasley red
and Scorpius thought it was the most endearing thing he had ever seen. If Albus
was going to put himself out there, it was the least Scorpius could do to
reciprocate. 
“Definitely,” he told Albus, smiling back at him. He couldn’t manage the kind
of sultry, half-smile Albus was putting on, so he settled for an all-out beam.
Suddenly, Albus stopped outside a small door.
They had reached the supply cupboard. Albus opened it and gestured for Scorpius
to enter.
“After you,” he murmured, and Scorpius entered. Albus was pressed up against
him again in an instant, but not in a sexy way—there really wasn’t room for two
people in here and Albus was still trying to wedge the door shut. 
But as soon as he heard the click of the lock, Albus turned around and then he
was pressed up against him in a sexy way. Albus pulled Scorpius into another
kiss by the front of his robes again, was this going to a be a regular thing
when they kissed? Would they be kissing regularly from now on?but then Albus
squirmed and pulled on fabric until they were slotted together perfectly below
the waist and then he started doing that thing again where he was pressing
himself rhythmically into Scorpius’s leg. Scorpius decided that if Albus liked
it so much—and Albus moaned again into Scorpius’s mouth—then Scorpius might as
well give it a go. He rocked his hips experimentally against Albus’s thigh and
Albus grabbed him again by the backside and ground their hips together.
“Okay,” Albus whispered, pulling away from Scorpius’s face so that he could
concentrate on what he was doing which was…unbuttoning Scorpius’s trousers.
Scorpius was more than one thousand percent sure that he was going to come
immediately when Albus touched him and it would be very embarrassing, but he
also wasn’t about to tell him to stop.
Albus gently felt around above Scorpius’s pants, then apparently found what he
was looking for and began stroking up and down softly with the palm of his
hand. Scorpius dropped his head to Albus’s shoulder and buried his face in
Albus’s neck, trying not to whimper ridiculously. Really, Albus didn’t even
need to reach inside his pants—this was probably going to work just fine…
“Is this okay?” Albus asked him quietly. 
Scorpius nodded into his shoulder, then surprised himself by adding “Just a bit
harder.’
Albus immediately increased the pressure of his hand and then that was it,
Scorpius gasped and bit his lip and came in his pants, hands clutching onto
Albus’s shoulders, his hips pushing him into Albus’s hand of their own
volition. Which would’ve been mortifying except that this was clearly what
Albus had been going for, judging by the fact that he could actually feel Albus
twitching against his thigh.
In…out…in…out, that’s it, Scorpius told himself, trying to remember how to
breathe. He knew that he had only seconds until the warmth in his pants turned
cold and sticky…and there it was, uncomfortable and making him want to scramble
for a new pair. He released his grip on Albus’s shoulders and attempted to
straighten up. It was a good thing they were so cramped in here because
Scorpius could feel his knees giving out but there was nowhere for him to fall,
so he just leaned harder against Albus, who was stroking his hair with his
clean hand. Scorpius felt him wipe the other hand against Scorpius’s trousers.
“Thanks for that,” Scorpius told him sarcastically, then he realised that this
was the first thing he had said to Albus after Albus had just tossed him off
and he felt his face go scarlet.
“No, really, truly thanks for that,” he added earnestly, forgetting all about
his trousers, “Thanks very much! That was…”
But Albus was kissing him again and his tongue was in his mouth, so whatever
Scorpius had been about to say, and he couldn’t even remember what it was,
could wait until another time. Albus was clearly trying to be gentle and
patient, but the lower half of his body hadn’t gotten the message and he was
rutting his hips desperately against Scorpius’s leg again, so Scorpius did the
only thing he could possibly think to do, which was wedge his hand between them
and unbuckle Albus’s belt. As soon as Albus realised what Scorpius was doing,
he broke their kiss and leaned back against the wall, panting. Albus had made
this look so easy, and Scorpius felt like an idiot fumbling with the buttons
and the zip. Albus was squirming and fidgeting and he had both his hands fisted
in the front of Scorpius’s robes again but he didn’t say anything or try to
take control of the situation. 
After what felt like ages, he managed to open the trousers and tried to mimic
what Albus had done to him. As soon as Scorpius’s hand made contact with the
front of his pants, Albus let out a soft sort of whine, let go of Scorpius’s
robes and buried his face in his own hands. Scorpius stroked him softly, the
way Albus had started with him, and Albus didn’t ask him to go harder or
faster, so the thought occurred to Scorpius that this was probably how Albus
liked to touch himself—lightly, which was different than what Scorpius usually
did. Interesting. 
It was clearly working though, Albus’s whole body was shaking and he was
whimpering into his hands and Scorpius wanted badly to watch his face as he
came, so he used his other hand to prise one of Albus’s hands away from his
face. Albus took the hint and removed his hands, but immediately attached
himself again to Scorpius via his lips and then it was too late to ask him to
look into his eyes or anything because there was warm wetness spreading over
the front of Albus’s pants and his breath came in a great, shuddering gasp and
he was pressing his entire body into Scorpius, and he murmured “I love you,”
into Scorpius’s mouth and Scorpius felt like he would maybe start crying if he
tried to speak, so he just kissed back and tried to put all the words into that
kiss.
Albus kept kissing him long after he gently pushed Scorpius’s hand away from
his pants, but now it was languid and sleepy and Scorpius started to wonder if
Albus might actually fall asleep leaning against him in this cupboard. The idea
was not unappealing, if Albus fell asleep they could just not talk about any of
this, and Scorpius both never wanted to discuss it and never wanted to discuss
anything else ever again. Regardless, he felt it was probably exceedingly
important that they have this talk, so he pulled reluctantly away from Albus to
look him in the face.
“Why’d you stop?” he murmured, and moved in to kiss Scorpius again, but
Scorpius turned his head slightly and allowed the kiss to fall to the corner of
his mouth so that he would not get wrapped up in Albus again right away.
“We should probably have a bit of a chat right about now; don’t you think?”
Scorpius asked him, then lit his wand and held it up between them so that they
could see one another.
That might’ve been a mistake, because now Scorpius just wanted to kiss him all
over again. Albus’s normally messy hair looked an absolute fright, sticking up
all over, his lips very pink and his cheeks flushed beautifully. We have to
talk first, Scorpius told himself in his firmest inner-voice.
“Yeah, alright,” said Albus, then held his breath expectantly.
“Well—wait, why do I have to go first?” Scorpius asked, “You should say
something.”
“What do you want me to say?” Albus shrugged, “I already told you I love you, I
meant that, and…”
“I, too,” Scorpius blurted out quite accidentally, “I mean, I love you. Also.
Too. I love you a lot. As more than a friend.”
“I can see that,” Albus said, smiling at him and raising his eyebrows.
“Just out of curiosity, just asking, inquiring minds want to know…how long have
you been…um…” 
“Fancying the pants off of you?” Albus finished for him.
“Yes, that,” said Scorpius, relieved that Albus had said it first. Come to
think of it, Albus had also kissed him first, and said “I love you” first, and
that was a bit unfair to Albus.
“A really long time,” Albus answered after a pause, “probably last year
or…well, I think after everything that happened. I think what started it was
when you said that I was the person you’d want with you at the return of
eternal darkness. I’m sorry I told you I’d want someone big and powerful—I was
just surprised and not sure what to say so I got all snarky.”
“I am so obsessed with you,” were the words that actually came out of
Scorpius’s mouth, and he was so mortified that he could do nothing except forge
ahead full steam, because there was no going backward from that, “everything
about you is wonderful and brilliant and beautiful and do you want to be my
boyfriend? Please say you do.”
“Are you joking? Of course I want to be your boyfriend, what did you think all
this was?” Albus asked him, gesturing incredulously down between them at their
still-undone trousers. Someone should probably do something about that, maybe,
but it wasn’t going to be Scorpius. He was pretty sure he could happily stay
all pushed up against Albus in this cupboard until the actual return of eternal
darkness.
“Good. Great. Wow,” Scorpius squeaked, and it was as if all his dreams were
coming true at once and burying him under the weight of his happiness. He
looked into Albus’s face and Albus was just outright grinning. Scorpius
couldn’t remember a time he had seen Albus look so happy, and he opened his
mouth to say so, but what came out was a high pitched giggle, which,
unfortunately, went on and on and on until Scorpius was once again leaning
against Albus, unable to hold himself up and shaking with laughter.
“Did I miss the joke?” Albus asked, “I mean that’s certainly possible, I think
my brain might’ve shut off when you asked me to be your boyfriend…”
“No,” gasped Scorpius, gulping down mouthfuls of air and trying to speak
between fits of giggling, “I just…I really can’t even begin to tell you how
happy I am right now.”
“I think I get it,” Albus told him, “So, about you finding me attractive...”
“Goodness, yes,” Scorpius said immediately, and oh great, now he had hiccups,
“I—hic—from your head to your toes, divine, all of you, the whole package—and
the other package—hic—might I add, I wouldn’t say no to getting a glimpse of
that one of these days…”
“You can have a whole lot more than a glimpse, if you like. Anytime you want,”
Albus told him.
“Oh, that’s a—hic—dangerous thing to say,” Scorpius replied, then added, “And
you…you think I’m…”
“Gorgeous. All of you, as well. And today, I dunno…I was hoping we wouldn’t
have any more dances because I wasn’t sure I could spend another evening with
you wearing these damn dress robes and not jump you. Apparently I overestimated
myself. I didn’t even last the night.”
“You were thinking that? Really? Me too! You look positively scrumptious in
those robes, Albus, I couldn’t not say anything, and now I’m kind of wishing we
had another dance coming up soon because I never want you to wear anything else
ever again. No, I take that back. You can take them off, but only if you
promise not to put anything else on in their place.” 
Albus laughed, but then he said, “Actually, I think the dance we left early is
probably still going on. Want to go back out there?”
Scorpius considered saying he just wanted to go back to their dormitory because
he was wet and sticky and his trousers probably had a big white streak down the
front where Albus had wiped his hand, but then his stomach rumbled and he
remembered that he had been so distracted by watching Albus in his dress robes
that he had managed to not eat any dinner.
“Yeah, I’m kind of hungry, let’s do that,” Scorpius said, reaching for the
door.
“Er, you might want to hold on a second there,” Albus said, then reached out
and zipped up Scorpius’s trousers, and this is why Albus is a good boyfriend,
Scorpius thought, because he didn’t let Scorpius wander out of a supply
cupboard with his trousers hanging open. Scorpius cleaned them both up with a
spell. The white streak was gone, but the fabric of his pants still felt stiff.
Albus exited shortly afterwards. He had zipped himself up but still looked very
suspiciously mussed and relaxed—hair all over the place, kind of sweaty, pink-
cheeked and grinning from ear to ear. Scorpius was already noticing a
pattern—seeing Albus like this just made him want to kiss him more, and then he
would get even messier, and it would continue in a loop until the end of time. 
Perfect, thought Scorpius, and they climbed the staircase out of the dungeons
together.
End Notes
     Wow. Hi. I'm as nervous as Scorpius. About posting this, that is, not
     about...anyway, if you liked it, let me know! Thanks for reading!
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