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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Scorpius_Malfoy/Albus_Severus_Potter
  Character:
      Albus_Severus_Potter, Scorpius_Malfoy, James_Sirius_Potter, Teddy_Lupin
  Additional Tags:
      serious_touching, Shame, Young_Love, Hand_Jobs, Sexual_Situations_Between
      an_Adult_and_a_Consenting_Minor, First_Time, Sexual_Experimentation
      Between_Underage_Boys
  Series:
      Part 1 of An_Education
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-12-28 Words: 3226
****** The Education of Albus Severus ******
by DandyboyDaniel
Summary
     When Albus Severus was thirteen-years-old, he'd unintentionally spied
     on James and Teddy snogging heavily. It was the first time he'd ever
     seen two boys kissing like that. He was ashamed of wanting to kiss
     Scorpius this way.
Notes
     I was a bit worried about making Albie and Scor thirteen in this
     piece, but then I thought about my own personal history. I can
     personally attest to the fact that handjobs amongst thirteen-year-
     olds is a reality, and completely plausible in this situation. Hey,
     at least they love each other. Part 1 of "An Education" series.
     Originally inspired by ScorHMalfoy and WhiteLiesAlbie in the HP RP
     Twitterverse. The OC William Flint is not mine.
When Albus Severus was thirteen-years-old, he’d unintentionally spied on James
and Teddy snogging heavily inside the shed next to their house. 
It was a snowy December day, and his father had sent Albus out to fetch more
wood for the fireplace in preparation for his older brother’s big birthday
celebration.  Before he even entered the small, doorless structure, he heard
James and Teddy giggling.  Intending on sneaking up on the two and scaring the
shit out of them, Albus silently crept up to the shed and paused at the side of
the entrance, just out of view.  He peeked inside and the scene he’d stumbled
upon instantly burned itself into his mind.
It was a traumatizing sight for such a young, impressionable boy for several
reasons. 
The first and most obvious reason, he’d been unfortunate enough to witness his
seventeen-year-old brother making out with their much older god brother.  He’d
known about their secret relationship since it started over two years ago, but
he’d never actually seen them together this way, in a light no one in their
right mind would want to see their brothers.  James was sitting on top of the
worktable with Teddy standing between his legs.  They were kissing so
furiously, with open mouths and lashing tongues, that it seemed they were
devouring each other’s faces like cannibalistic demons.  As they kissed,
Teddy’s hips undulated against James, while James’ hands splayed over Teddy’s
backside, encouraging these movements.  If that wasn’t vomit-inducing enough,
James tore his lips away from Teddy’s just briefly enough to breathlessly say,
in a low, ragged voice Albus had never heard his brother use before, “Tonight I
want you to fuck me so hard, I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
Ew!
Albus snapped his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, as if doing this could
make him un-see what he’d just witnessed.  But he couldn’t stop seeing it, even
well after the fact.  This was because it was the first time he’d ever seen two
boys kissing this way.  He’d seen boys and girls snogging plenty of times in
the Slytherin Common Room, but this was different.  This kiss had passion like
nothing he’d ever experienced or observed.  In that moment, he understood that
James and Teddy weren’t just going through the motions and doing what couples
do, they were exchanging something – something other than germs and spit.  It
was evident that the two shared a powerful connection that went beyond
expending hormones.  He could see it in their eyes, in the way James and Teddy
seemed to look into each other’s souls – this was desire and love expressed
with physical lust.  It was unforgettable.
It didn’t bother him to watch two boys kissing.  He knew it bothered other
people because he’d been a proud culprit of nausea induction on several
counts.  But when he and Scorpius kissed, it was never anything like this.  It
never even came close to the way other couples kissed in corners when they’d
thought nobody was looking.  There was an innocence and beauty to the way he
and his boyfriend kissed – like exchanging little packages of love, wrapped in
soft pink paper, tied with white satin bows; like sweet, tiny blessings.  Albus
cherished every kiss he’d been lucky enough to share with Scorpius.
 
The first few times Albus kissed Scorpius, at the tender age of eleven, had
been experimental.  He always asked permission.  There was no question of
whether or not they loved each other, but always a question of exactly how two
boys should express this love.  Albus had known they were too young for any
sort of serious relationship.  He had been content to openly love his best
friend without any sort of expectations or labels.  It took Albus almost a year
to stop asking permission every time he kissed Scorpius, even though Scorpius
had insisted that he need not ask anymore.  It took nearly two years for Albus
to finally feel confident enough for a relationship and worthy enough to claim
Scorpius as his boyfriend.  Over this slow progression, the way they kissed
hadn’t changed much.
It was not that Albus didn’t want their kisses to evolve from chaste pecks on
the lips that occasionally lingered for more than five seconds.  He definitely
wanted something more.  There was a deeper need laying dormant inside him that
was dark and frightening.  Albus was ashamed of these feelings and never
indulged them, in fear of pushing Scorpius away.  In Albus’ eyes, Scorpius was
a delicate snowflake that could be ruined if exposed to heat.  He’d never dream
of burning his beloved with the desires that lurked inside him. Albus always
wanted to kiss Scorpius.  He felt guilty for wanting it so much, for wanting
this lovely angel of a boy so much.  And so he suppressed these feelings, kept
them hidden from his boyfriend, and loved him with a pure heart, even though
Albus knew that his heart was anything but pure.
 
Albus was quite young when he had his first substantial erection that needed to
be dealt with.  It was back when he’d just developed a crush on Scorpius their
first year of school.  But he didn’t find himself painfully hard while riding
his broom because of Scorpius.  He was being groomed for the quidditch team by
their captain, William Flint, a golden god of a boy with perfectly chiseled
muscles, flaxen curls, and the sort of effortless confidence Albus envied. 
Will was the hottest boy in school and was well aware of this fact.  When Albus
watched Will take to the skies like a sleek, fierce, bird of prey, his body
ached with want.  This new emotion was frightening for someone so young,
especially since he desired somebody so very out of his grasp and somebody he
didn’t even love.  If popping wood on the quidditch pitch for his idol wasn’t
humiliating enough, Scorpius immediately recognized what Albus had been trying
to hide beneath his robes and knew he hadn’t inspired it.  His body had
betrayed him and in turn, he had betrayed Scorpius, and felt like utter rubbish
for doing so.  Thus every time Albus wanked himself, fantasizing about Will’s
quidditch-perfected body, he climaxed feeling that same sense of guilt.
 
Sexual desire had always been linked with guilt and humiliation from then on. 
So to have these feelings for Scorpius, who he loved so purely, was just as
serious of a betrayal as dreaming of William Flint naked.  The night he’d
witnessed James and Teddy kissing, he wanked himself with such fervor he cried,
for he had been picturing himself and Scorpius taking the place of his
brothers.  He wanted to kiss Scorpius with an open mouth, to let his tongue
dance upon Scorpius’, to feel the heat of Scorpius’ groin pressed up against
his.  He wanted Scorpius to desire him the way James desired Teddy, wanted to
hear him growling softly with lust, wanted those words to drip like liquid fire
from his lips.  When he came, spewing his seed so hard it shot onto the
headboard of his bed, Scorpius’ voice was echoing in his mind, saying, I want
you to fuck me so hard, Albie… fuck me, Albie… fuck me… and he dreamed of doing
just that after falling fast into an orgasm-induced slumber.  When he awoke the
next morning, he’d felt like he’d just raped an angel.
Upon returning to Hogwarts after the winter hols, there was a tension between
Albus and Scorpius - a tension that Albus knew was entirely his own creation. 
He couldn’t look at his sweet, beautiful snowflake the same way.  To let his
eyes linger upon Scorpius for more than a second was akin to violating him. 
Scorpius was so attune to sensing little changes in Albus’ moods that he knew
something was wrong.  When Albus continually shrugged it off as nothing, this
only made Scorpius more suspicious to the point of confrontation.  He invited
Albus to sleep in his bed one night, which was not unusual for them. As
Scorpius lay curled around him, he asked bluntly, “Did you cheat on me, Albie?”
Albus turned around in Scorpius’ arms with an utterly wounded look on his face
and replied, “I’d never, Scor. I love you.”
But Scorpius persisted.  “I know you Al. You’ve been acting like you did
something wrong and you’re trying to hide it.”
Albus couldn’t deny this.  He had indeed done something wrong.  But how could
he explain it to Scorpius without driving him away?  “I’ve been having
dangerous thoughts,” he confessed, and realized as soon as it had left his
mouth that it was the wrong thing to say.
It launched Scorpius into a full-on interrogation of quick-fire questions.
“You’ve been thinking about cheating on me, then?  With who?  One of the
Scamander twins?  The long-haired one?  Fuck, I knew it.  He fancy’s you and
flaunts it in my face all the time as if I wouldn’t care.”
Albus’ brow furrowed with horror as the hole he had dug was quickly becoming
deeper and deeper. “No! Gods, no! No, no, no, and no!  That’s Lysander, but it
doesn’t matter. Scor, I’d never cheat on you!”
Scorpius obviously didn’t take Albus’ answers to heart.  He was still angry,
and still confrontational. “So you want to break up with me, then?” he asked as
he sat up in bed and hugged his knees, not allowing Albus to answer.  “I
understand.  I won’t be your friend anymore, just so you know.  I can’t, as
long as you’re with that Lorcan dickhead. I mean, Lysander. Whoever.”
Albus shot up and grasped Scorpius’ shoulders to keep things from spiraling out
of control.  “Merlin’s balls, Scorpius!  Would you just stop?”  He kneeled in
front of Scorpius and kept his hands firmly on his shoulders as he looked down
upon him in the dim light filtering through the bed curtains.  “I’ve never even
thought of Lysander that way. Or Lorcan. There’s nobody else. There’s just
you.”
Scorpius looked so small and frail in this light, all folded in on himself and
vulnerable.  It made Albus feel even guiltier for the thoughts he’d been
having.  But Scorpius was Slytherin at heart, and was more astute than his
naïve appearance would lead somebody to believe.  He gazed up at Albus with a
smirk quirking the corners of his pretty mouth as he surmised, “So you’ve been
having dangerous thoughts about me.”
Albus swallowed hard and sat down, resting his haunches on his calves.  The way
Scorpius had said it, the way his eyebrow was raised with a hint of devious
curiosity, made Albus think he might not recoil upon hearing the nature of
these dangerous thoughts. Albus simply nodded, and thought carefully about his
words this time.
“I missed you so much over the hols.  I thought about you a lot.”  He reached
across to tenderly brush the fringe of Scorpius’ white-blond hair from his pale
brow, channeling his quidditch keeper’s ability to remain steady despite
oncoming danger, quivering almost imperceptibly.  “I thought about you every
night.”
Scorpius’ amusement was written all over his face.  He let go of his knees and
lounged back, resting on his hands.  “Tell me what you thought about every
night.”  It was spoken with none of Scorpius’ childish innocence, and all of
his Slytherin shrewdness.  Perhaps Scorpius really did have an inkling.
Albus could feel his cheeks burning a bright pink hue, and his skin tingling
with excitement. “May I show you?” He asked, to which Scorpius answered with a
slow nod and a barely audible, “Please.”
When Albus moved, so did Scorpius, as if their bodies were more aware of what
was going to happen than they were.  They were laying on their sides, face to
face, so close on the narrow bed that it was difficult for Albus to focus his
eyes.  He reached behind Scorpius’ neck and splayed his fingers along its
elegant length, letting his thumb curl around the other side to caress the
pulsing vein.  He could feel Scorpius’ blood pumping just as hard as his own,
rushing through every vessel to deliver color and heat to their flushed skin. 
Albus let his eyelids fall as he closed the distance between him and
Scorpius.   He kissed him like he had done many nights before, gently pressing
their lips together.
Then Albus whispered a barely audible plea that would unleash the dark desires
he had feared so much. “Open your mouth.”
Scorpius didn’t question him, nor did he show any indication that he was
offended by the request.  He silently complied, parting his lips just enough,
breathing hotly against Albus’ mouth.  Albus’ cock replied quite suddenly to
the new sensation, twitching to life.  He could taste the spearmint toothpaste
Scorpius had just used as he let the tip of his tongue trace Scorpius’ bottom
lip.  Scorpius sighed quietly, letting another warm, minty exhale waft into
Albus’ mouth.  Albus responded by closing his mouth wetly over Scorpius’
succulent lower lip.  He could taste more than the remnants of toothpaste this
time; he could truly taste Scorpius.  He was delicious and intoxicating, and
Albus was desperate for more.
It was evident that Scorpius also wanted it.  Albus could feel Scorpius’ lithe
fingers sliding beneath his tee shirt to pull him closer by the waist.  They
were now flush against one another, making it impossible for Albus to keep his
erection a secret.  To his relief and utter delight, he could feel Scorpius’
own arousal pressing against him.
Knowing that these desires were mutual gave Albus the license to indulge them. 
Scorpius mirrored every action, encouraging Albus to inch deeper into the
darkness of lust.  Albus hesitantly slipped his tongue into Scorpius’ mouth and
met his, letting them slide against each other.  He could feel Scorpius’
shuddering breath and responded with another, more intentional wet kiss, this
time gliding his tongue along Scorpius’ with more enthusiasm.  Scorpius’ whole
body was quivering softly against Albus’ as they tasted each other, again and
again, mouthing each other with increasing, hungry desperation. 
Scorpius’ next shuddering exhale was followed by a low, raspy drawn-out word,
spoken in the voice that Albus had only heard in his dreams.
“Fuck…”
He could have come in his pajama bottoms at that moment, the moment that
Scorpius ceased to be his angelic snowflake, and became the embodiment of
carnal desire, breathing life and heat into his fantasies.
With that wanton utterance, Scorpius hitched his leg over Albus’ hip, bringing
their erections into close contact. They undulated against each other, finding
the perfect synchronicity to elicit delightful friction between them. The
clothing that separated them was damp with sweat and sticky with pre-come, and
Albus felt the urge to free himself from the stifling fabric, but refrained,
afraid of his own intense need.
But Scorpius gave him no choice.  He mumbled against Albus’ open mouth between
kisses in that same sensual voice that was quickly driving Albus crazy, “I
thought about you too. Every night. About this…”
The difference between Albus and Scorpius was that Scorpius never asked.  They
shared the same Slytherin ambition, but their approach was vastly different. 
Scorpius was confident enough to take, whereas Albus was always afraid to do so
without permission. 
So it shouldn’t have been a surprise when Scorpius shoved his hand down the
front of Albus’ pajama bottoms and curled his fingers around Albus’ weeping
cock.  But, of course, Albus couldn’t help but feel shocked.  His breath
hitched with a quiet gasp and everything went white behind his eyelids.  He
couldn’t even manage a moan to reciprocate Scorpius’ own, such was the
intensity of the blissful sensation. 
Most boys are accustomed to the feel of a sweaty palm against their cock, but
to feel a hand that was not his own, touching so intimately, was incomparable
to any frantic wanking session.  Albus held his breath and dug his nails into
the back of Scorpius’ neck with unintentional sharpness, counting each stroke
of Scorpius’ fist along his hardened length, praying each time that he wouldn’t
come and spoil everything.  But every tug on his turgid flesh yanked on his
tense groin, forcing his release toward the surface.
Four, Oh gods… Five, fucking Hell… Six... Sweet motherfucking Merlin’s frilly
knickers…
Albus was surprised he had gotten past three when he came with a strangled
moan, stifled against Scorpius’ shoulder.  When he finally caught his breath
after panting into the soft fabric of Scorpius’ flannel pajamas, the only word
Albus could muster was, “Sorry…”
Albus was sorry for a lot of things.  He was sorry that he came so quickly.  He
was sorry that he’d made a mess of Scorpius’ hand.  But most of all, he was
sorry that he’d allowed himself this pleasure without ever thinking about
love.  It was pure lust.  It felt dirty.  He had no right to besmirch his
beloved snowflake this way.  He felt sorry, even though Scorpius had initiated
everything beyond the kiss.
Scorpius released his grip on Albus’ quickly softening prick and pulled out of
his pajama bottoms.  “Don’t be,” he said with a smile, and wiped his hand on
the front of Albus’ tee-shirt, giggling like he’d just done something mildly
naughty – not the way one would react after getting their thirteen-year-old
boyfriend off for the first time.
Albus was still so taken aback by the whole thing that he didn’t even care that
Scorpius, playful as ever, had just wiped jizz all over his shirt.  He was
quite literally seeing stars flashing in his eyes, like he’d just been holding
his breath for too long.  Though he was not in the mood to do anything but take
a shower to wash away the guilt and the spunk, he asked sheepishly, “Do you
need me to, erm…” reaching for the front of Scorpius’ pajama bottoms.
“No, silly. I spooged like the second I had your cock in my hand,” with this,
Scorpius gave another adorable giggle, making it harder for Albus to feel dirty
about anything.
Albus couldn’t help but giggle in return, smiling with both adoration and post-
orgasmic euphoria.  “Okay, I don’t feel so bad about coming in six seconds
anymore.”  He also didn’t feel so bad about never uttering that he loved
Scorpius the entire time they were intimate, nor did he feel that he had
somehow tarnished his perfect angel anymore.
Their friendship was so deep and so strong that they could laugh about their
first messy sexual experience and still love each other.
It didn’t have to be said, but Albus said it anyway as they lay side-by-side,
shoulder-to-shoulder, on Scorpius’ bed, still giggling like the giddy boys they
were, “I love you, Scor.”
“Love you too, Albie.”  When he said it, Scorpius’ smile lit up his face.  He
was Albus’ perfect snowflake once again, and always would be.
They stayed up talking, whispering to each other as they often did when sharing
a bed.  Scorpius asked, imparting how impressed he was with Albus’ prowess,
“Hey where’d you learn to kiss like that?”
Albus answered, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I learned it from Jamie and
Teddy.”
“I’m not even going to ask how. Just make sure you keep learning…” Scorpius
turned and purred into Albus’ ear in that deliciously devious voice again, “…so
that you can teach me everything.”
Needless to say, Albus was hard again.
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