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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling, Harry_Potter_and_the_Cursed_Child_-_Thorne
      &_Rowling
  Relationship:
      Scorpius_Malfoy/Albus_Severus_Potter
  Character:
      Scorpius_Malfoy, Albus_Severus_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Not_Actually_Unrequited_Love, Smut
  Series:
      Part 2 of Alone
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-11 Words: 1485
****** Scorpius Alone ******
by mischiefmanager
Summary
     Scorpius is chuffed because he sleeps in the next bed over from his
     highly fanciable best friend who sometimes wanks and apparently
     doesn't know how to cast a Silencing Charm.
     This story can be a stand-alone, or also works perfectly as a prequel
     to my Dress Robes series!
     Many thanks to my lovely beta reader, Dawn_Seeker.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Scorpius Malfoy was curled up in his bed, reading Hogwarts: A History, as he
had been since lights out which was...actually several hours ago, probably, he
thought. Oops. He had just enough light to barely see the page in front of his
face but it was simply too good to put down and besides, he’d nearly committed
it memory anyway. He squinted in the dim glow, tinted green from the lake
outside.
Of all the notable witches and wizards that the house of Salazar Slytherin has
laid claim to over the centuries, none have been more influential to the course
of wizarding history than Merlin. Cunning, clever and immensely powerful,
Merlin’s life is in and of itself enough to fill several books, so his
accomplishments will be listed in short form here. For a definitive biography
on Merlin, this author recommends...
Scorpius’s face was so close to the book that the end of his nose was in danger
of touching the page and he was having to nearly cross his eyes to continue
reading. Instead of taking this as a sign from the universe that it was indeed
bedtime, he considered whether or not he would wake everybody up if he cast a
bit of light so he could see better. He had just taken out his wand from his
pocket, deciding to risk it, when he heard something that made him freeze in
place.
A groan, quickly stifled, from the bed to his left. Albus’s bed.
Scorpius’s heartbeat sped up—Albus was awake! He was embarrassingly familiar
with all the noises Albus made when he was sleeping—light snoring, the
occasional grunt, deep breaths—but he’d heard this specific groan before and it
meant that Albus was very muchnot asleep. In fact, it was usually followed
by... 
There was the rustle of curtains being pulled back, then swinging shut again.
Albus was probably checking to see that everyone else was asleep—his hair
mussed adorably from tossing and turning and his beautiful eyes peering into
the darkness for signs of life. Scorpius sucked in a breath and furrowed his
brows. He squinted back at his book and waited, listening much more intently
than he would’ve cared to admit to. He felt his whole body thrumming awake.
...councillor and advisor to King Arthur of Camelot...founder of the Order of
Merlin...the colours of the Order of Merlin award symbolise Merlin’s commitment
to Slytherin House...
Scorpius heard a huff, then the sound of clothes being shifted around. Albus
was taking something off or putting something on—definitely taking something
off, Scorpius decided, because otherwise it meant that Albus was getting
dressed under the covers at one o’clock in the morning and that would be very
silly. Then silence, or near-silence. Scorpius strained his ears for any sound
of movement. Maybe Albus had just been too hot under the covers and taken off
his pyjamas, then gone back to sleep. It was quite cold in the room, but they
had thick blankets and it sometimes got a bit stuffy with the curtains pulled
around the bed. Scorpius remembered suddenly that he was supposed to be
reading. Actually, he was really supposed to be sleeping, but in order of most-
to-least appropriate activities for one o’clock in the morning, reading was
above eavesdropping. So he turned back to the book.
the colours of the Order of Merlin award symbolise Merlin’s commitment to
Slytherin House...Whoops, Scorpius had already read that bit...duelled with the
infamous dark witch Morgana, sometimes referred to as Morgan Le Fey... 
Then he heard it—the unmistakable slick sound of skin sliding over skin. His
mouth opened, then shut, then he pursed his lips together. Why Albus didn’t use
a Silencing Charm when he did this was utterly beyond Scorpius’s comprehension,
but he had long ago decided not to bring it up for two reasons: one, he didn’t
want to embarrass Albus by admitting he had heard him and two, if he said
anything, Albus would start using a Silencing Charm and then Scorpius wouldn’t
be able to hear him anymore. So he had set up a plan: keep mum, enjoy
privately. Scorpius’s body agreed with this plan heartily, and he felt himself
flushing pleasantly with arousal.
Scorpius cast his own Silencing Charm around his bed under his breath because
he was not going to make the same mistake as Albus. He was positive Albus
thought he was being very quiet and stealthy, but Scorpius could always hear
him. That might just be because you’re listening for it, a little nagging voice
in the back of his head reminded him. He shook his head at the voice. Along
with his decision not to tell Albus he could hear him, Scorpius had also
committed to not feeling guilty about touching himself while listening to Albus
toss off. This was the closest he’d likely ever come to actually doing anything
of the sort with Albus, so he was going to take what he could get. 
Scorpius put his wand between the pages of Hogwarts: A History as a placeholder
and deposited it neatly at the very end of the bed where he wouldn’t
accidentally kick it. He then laid on his back and reached under his blankets
to pull his pyjama bottoms all the way off, then removed his shirt too for good
measure. He closed his eyes and ran his hands down his chest, over his hips, up
the insides of his thighs. Albus made a quiet sort of grunt. It sounded like he
might be whispering something, but the words were muffled, so Scorpius decided
to help himself out a bit by making up what Albus might be saying.
“Hello there,” Albus mumbled in a low, throaty voice, sliding under the covers
with him. His eyes were locked on Scorpius’s lips.
Scorpius wrapped his fingers around himself and sighed at the pressure of his
own hand, slowly moving up and down.
“Need a hand?” Albus asked, smiling cheekily at him, sliding his hand down
Scorpius’s body. Albus was a mess of blown pupils and sweaty hair. Scorpius
focused on the dusting of freckles across his bare shoulders.
Albus continued to whisper and the sheets were rustling as though he was
fidgeting. This was usually a signal that things were coming to an end, so to
speak—you knowwaytoo much about this, said the nagging voice; Scorpius ignored
it—so Scorpius moved quicker, tightening his grip a bit.
Albus was looking into his eyes, mouth open and breath coming in pants.
Albus actually waspanting, he realised, probably so wrapped up in his feelings
that he hadn’t noticed how loud he was. Every heaving breath felt like it went
straight into Scorpius’s body, making him squeeze his eyes shut and his hand go
faster. He grabbed hold of the pillowcase in his other hand and twisted it.
“Is this what you like?” Albus asked him, bodies pressed together. Albus kissed
his jaw.
“Yeah,” Scorpius breathed, “Like that.”
“I’m in love with you,” Albus whispered and—no wait, Albus actually said that.
The real Albus. The one lying in the bed next to Scorpius’s bed, touching
himself at the same time Scorpius was. It didn’t matter who he was really
talking about—in Scorpius’s hazy fog of arousal, it was definitely him—and
Scorpius’s whole body seized up as he came, Albus’s voice echoing around in his
mind, even as he could also hear Albus’s hand still stroking wetly:
“I’m in love with you.”
“I’m in love with you.”
“I’m in love with you.”
Whoa. Scorpius’s heartbeat was still racing as he let go of himself, eyes wide
open, breathing heavily. He peeked beneath his sheets to see what was going on
under there and wished he hadn’t looked—ew—then he fumbled for his wand at the
end of the bed to clean up. Then he laid back down, still naked, and let out a
long, low breath, staring up at the canopy above his bed.
That was a lucrative experience. He had gained a bit of wanking
material—Albus’s breathy, bothered voice whispering “I’m in love with you”—that
would probably last him well into adulthood! Well done. He considered actually
patting himself on the back, decided it wasn’t necessary, then he pulled his
pyjamas back on, removed the Silencing Charms around his bed, and snuggled deep
under the sheets feeling very satisfied. 
I’m really lucky, he thought to himself. Tomorrow morning, he would get up,
pull aside the curtains to Albus’s bed and get him up—he’d watch Albus’s sleepy
eyes open and focus on his, see him yawn, stretch his beautiful arms over his
head and ruffle his mess of hair...
Several hours later, watery morning light peeked through Scorpius’s curtains.
He smiled to himself as he awoke, rolled out of bed and bounded over to wake
Albus.
End Notes
     Albus has a somewhat less sunshine-and-rainbows outlook about this
     whole situation. His half is called Albus Alone and it is also part
     of this series.
     In addition, this story works as a prequel to my other series: Dress
     Robes.
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