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Wicked Games by ClawOfARaven

Format: Novel
Chapters: 6
Word Count: 21,417
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Contains profanity, Mild violence, Scenes of a sexual nature, Sensitive topic/issue/theme

Genres: Drama, Romance, LGBTQA
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Albus, James (II), Rose, Scorpius, Teddy, Victoire, OtherCanon
Pairings: Other Pairing, Rose/Scorpius

First Published: 03/08/2015
Last Chapter: 04/03/2015
Last Updated: 04/03/2015


Scorpius’ heart was freely given. A loving soul, he wore his heart on his sleeve -- or so it seemed to everyone that knew him. No one knew the truth of his deepest desires, and it is only when he is given the chance to act upon it that he begins to question who he is. Soon, he must face the ultimate dilemma: be true to himself, or risk losing the one thing that made him happy - another man.

Credit to Livilulu @ TDA.

Chapter 4: These Eyes That I'm Staring At


Credit to milominderbinder from TDA.

”Don’t worry, though. You’re not my type.”

“But what if I could be?”

Scorpius, in the bold move following his statement, reached for Albus. The wizard’s green eyes were wide with a full look of surprise, but neither that nor the hammering in his chest could stop Scorpius from what he wanted. His hand clasped Albus’ cheek, sliding to hold the back of his neck. He closed the distance, lips descending, lust raging...


Albus’ voice penetrated the Slytherin’s reverie, and Scorpius jerked into focus in time to avoid being struck with a bludger. The wizard dove low, the grey ball zooming pass him, wind ruffling his hair. He exhaled a breath, and turned to look at Albus, who was waving frantically at him and then at the scoreboard. They were behind by one-sixty, and Albus never liked big gaps. Gaps meant things could change too easily, and if he caught the snitch now they would still lose the game -- and all because Scorpius was sodding daydreaming. They needed to score; as one of the three Chasers on the team, it was his responsibility to help with that. He shook his head, clearing his mind before searching for the other green robes in the air, before darting into the fray with other chasers.

Blue zipped by, the Ravenclaw team clearly gaining momentum with their lead. Scorpius bit his lip as he sped up to get closer to Bella, the other Slytherin chaser who currently had the quaffle. She was jetting towards the goal posts, but was heading right into a defensive line of the other three Chasers. Scorpius dove low under her, calling out.

“Bella,” he shouted, “drop call!” He stuck his hand out as the quaffle fell from her grip. He caught it and then took off in a sideways curve, now the target of the line. His eyes searched for Pierre, but the third chaser was too far back out of the fray. Passing to him would be counterproductive. So, Scorpius sped forward. He heard the roar of the fans in the crowd as he drew nearer the goal posts. The Claw keeper was eyeing him, and Scorpius made a beeline for the right hoop, drawing the keeper in that direction. At the last second, though, he jerked crookedly and sent the red ball through the center hoop, earning a ding at the scoreboard and a rousing roar from Slytherin.

He arched out of the flight, coming around as the quaffle was tossed back into play; Bella stole it and signaled to them for a triangle formation. Scorpius lined up, using his position as a way to guard her against any onslaught. He flew into the path of a Claw chaser, while Pierre took a bludger to his broom -- all so Bella could get the ten points to bring them to a little closer to still securing a win. She caught it on the edge of the left hoop, and Scorpius’ eyes went directly to Albus. The wizard was in the middle of a dive, perfectly strategized. He must have been tailing the snitch the whole time, waiting for the two goals to close the gap -- so that an added one-fifty would make them win.

He, like all the players and spectators, watched the fight for the snitch with a riveted gaze. It was an accepted excuse to watch Albus -- the way the robes flittered behind him from the force of his flight; the way his hair breezed back to reveal the full contours of his face. He played the game without his glasses, contacts giving him a freer flight, and it seemed to only showcase his handsomeness even more. Scorpius was breathless, even after the exertion of playing the game, and he could only grip his broom tighter as he watched. To everyone, it was as if he was anxious for the catch, but Scorpius was just captivated by Albus, himself. The dregs of his daydream still lingered, despite him trying not to pay too much attention to it. It wasn’t the first time he’d had it, either; they were becoming more frequent as time went by, but they never lasted. Every time he would lean in to kiss Albus, something shook him out of it.

Perhaps it was a sign.

Even now, as he thought of what those wizard’s lips would feel like, the roar of the crowd erupted.

Albus had caught the snitch.


The hot water from the shower head beat down on Scorpius, soaking his blonde locks to thin threads, rolling down his shoulders and his back, flowing in rivets over the curve of his backside and down his legs towards the drain. Grey eyes watched each tiny river slip through the drain, wondering what it would take for him to follow along, to escape the torment of his own mind and the temptation of the wider world. Would it be easier if he was nothing more than a drop of water that could flow easily on its own, move through many paths, never having to worry about where it went or how it felt or what others thought about it? Did water even feel? Now, he was just being silly. Scorpius’ eyes closed, water splashing over his face as he raised his chin to the ceiling of the boy’s changing room.

The game was over, and while Slytherin had won, Scorpius still felt ashamed by his horrid playing. Though Albus had not chewed him out for being inattentive during the game, he figured the lecture was going to come later, when no one was left in the changing room. He never scolded his players in the front of everyone, choosing to pull them off to the side and chastise them privately, so they would be spared the embarrassment. Scorpius wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle the chastising, though, because that would mean the two of them would be alone -- and the more time went by, the more Scorpius feared for his own actions if that were to happen. While he was becoming less and less fortified in his control over his thoughts and feelings, his actions were becoming harder to mask.

Surely, by now, someone knew something was wrong with him -- but how could he explain anything to them?

He wasn’t sure he understood it fully, yet, himself.

Scorpius sighed, his head dropping. He swiped water from his face and turned around, only to trip back and collide with the shower wall when he saw a shadow through the curtain. “Bloody hell, Albus,” he muttered. “You startled me.” He knew it was him, because the changing room was quiet besides his shower. Everyone else was likely gone.

“I thought you heard me,” Albus said, his voice distinctive even through the pounding of Scorpius’ heart in his chest and ears. Instinctively, his hands went to cover himself, but Albus likely could not see through the curtain, and it was not like him to yank it aside, anyway. It was only his hand that hung casually over the rod.

Scorpius was able to see his pinky. He stared, his back still pressed against the wall. “No, I didn’t. I must have been-”

“Daydreaming? Yeah, you’ve been doing that a lot, lately.” Albus’ hand dropped, the action disturbing the curtain.

It slid just an inch, exposing part of the towel rack on the other side of the room -- and Albus as he moved towards the shower next to Scorpius’. A thick tiled wall separated each shower, but Scorpius suddenly felt like there was not enough distance between the two of them. Vaguely, he saw Albus toss his bag on the floor. Scorpius could not see him, but he could hear every shuffle and rustle of his clothes as the wizard stripped to take his own shower, likely having waited until everyone was done. He often did, because Albus took long showers. Scorpius, still frozen in both fright and uncertainty, continued to stare through the slit, his breath catching with each toss of clothing. First was the green Slytherin robe, then the shirt, then his pants. Soon, there was nothing left to toss, and Scorpius’ breathing seemed to grew shallow as he watched Albus’ boxers fly out, landing right at the foot of his own shower stall.

He stared at it, his chest heaving silently. His hands seemed to press even closer against his manhood, body stirring at rasp of the shower as it was turned on and a sudden realization: Albus was in the stall next to him. Naked.

Scorpius’ eyes blurred as he tried to focus on his breathing instead of letting his mind wander to how Albus must have looked under the spray of the water, how it must have flowed so easily over his well-defined physique. Soon, his lids fluttered close, and his breathing seemed to draw him into his own mind -- his mind where Albus heard his pleas and came into the shower with him, pulling his hands free from covering himself and taking over, touching him in the way that Rose liked to do, but doing it in a way that pleased him more than she ever could. He swallowed as he forced his eyes open, pushing the thought aside. He scrambled for the shower knob, turning up the cold water.

He forced himself beneath the spray of the cold water, spluttering as if he was drowning. He tried to keep quiet, but it seemed Albus had not heard, anyway. He was talking, and Scorpius tried to tune back in to his words.

“…worried about you,” Albus was saying.

Scorpius’ eyes darted along the line of the shower tiles, trying to piece together what he was saying. A heartbeat passed, then another, before he swallowed and stammered out, “What...what was that?”

He could practically hear Albus rolling his eyes, and bit his lip. “I was talking about Rose. She came to me yesterday. Said she’s been worried about you. That you’ve, lately. I told her there was nothing wrong, but judging by how you played today, I think something is wrong.” He paused, as if waiting for Scorpius to say something; but when the blonde wizard still could not find his voice to reply, Albus went on. “Scorpius, you know you can talk to me. I’m your best friend. We talk to each other about everything, remember?”

Scorpius leaned forward, his forehead pressing against the wall. He listened attentively, hearing the water as it rasped down, the sloshing of the towel as Albus lathered himself. It was growing difficult to breathe properly; he could barely keep himself from getting lightheaded, much less maintain the conversation. His voice even sounded strangled to his own ears when he finally said, “Yeah, I know.” He needed to get his head together. Finally, he got his throat clear. “Nothing’s wrong,” he replied. “I guess I’m just...distracted. School and duties and all that stuff. There’s a lot on my plate.” He hesitated with his hand over the shower knob, before turning it off.

The sudden silence in the stall seemed to make his heartbeat sound like a drum, and he wondered if Albus could hear it. His shower was still on, though, and Scorpius used the moment as a chance to escape. At least, to put a little distance between them. He slowly pulled the curtain back, before darting out, grabbing a towel and drying himself off. He moved so fast that he nearly tripped, and it was only once he was dried and took a seat on the bench outside the showers that he felt his breathing even out. He sat wrapped in just the towel, staring at the ground. He stayed for a few moments, looking up when he heard Albus moving. The wizard stepped out of the shower, came around into the main changing room, and Scorpius stared as he, too, was wrapped only in his towel.

Albus walked forward, and sat right next to him. “Is that the only thing that’s bothering you?” he asked.

It took a moment for him to remember their conversation, what he’d said, before he nodded. “Yeah,” he strangled out, clearing his throat. “Yes. Seventh year, you know. It’s a tough time. You guys are handling it a lot better than I am.” He frowned. Albus was silent, and Scorpius -- after a moment -- turned to look at him. “What is it?”

Albus was looking at him with a troubled expression. Green eyes seemed to pierce all the way to Scorpius’ soul, and the Slytherin feared he might have been able to read his mind. Scorpius wanted to look away, but the gaze held him; his eyes dropped to Albus’ lip for a brief second before he caught himself. Albus, though, didn’t seem to notice. His head tilted, and the question that came was so unexpected that it knocked Scorpius back to reality. “Is it your dad?”

“My dad?” Scorpius asked, flabbergasted. “Why...why do you think this has anything to do with my dad?”

“Because the last time you were this spaced was back in second year, after he-”

Scorpius shot to his feet, keeping a firm grip on his towel. He shook his head rapidly. “No, no, this has nothing to do with my dad or anything pertaining to him. It’s school. Like I said. That’s it. That’s all.”

Albus must have known he struck a nerve, because he held up his hand. “Alright, alright. Sorry, mate. I didn’t mean to bring it up. I just remember...never mind.” He dropped it, standing, too, and moving towards his bag. He grabbed his clothes out of it and without a second thought, dropped his towel and started getting dressed.

Scorpius had to turn around, pretending to fumble through his locker for his wand to avoid looking. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen Albus naked, but it was the first time he’d wanted to explore that nakedness himself.

He cut his own thoughts off, talking to distract himself. “Yeah, I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not that. My dad has his ways, but he knows we’re friends and I’ve told him that it’s not going to change. He just has to live with it. So just drop it, yeah?” He glanced at Albus, glad to see that he at least had on boxers, by now.

“Consider it dropped,” he said easily. “So, is it the pressures of school that’s stopping you from being with Rose?”

“What do you mean? I was just with Rose this morning,” Scorpius muttered, confused as he started getting dressed, making sure he kept the bulk of his locker door shielding him. He quickly slipped on his boxers and sweats.

“I don’t mean like that, Scorp. I mean doing the do,” Albus said, his voice taking on a teasing lilt. “She said you haven’t wanted to.” It was clear he’d not wanted to bring it up, since his voice grew soft.

Scorpius paused in slipping on his shirt. He stared into his locker. He knew exactly what Albus was meaning, but he’d not thought that Rose would complain to anyone about it. Although he’d placated her with sex for weeks, it had gotten more difficult to ignore his lack of desire for it -- for it with her -- and it had started seeping into his every action. No longer did he just hide out at times to get over it; he tried to make excuses each time, and it was something that Rose was starting to dislike. He knew it, he should have prepared for it, and he didn’t know how to go back from it. Still, he didn’t want to tell Albus about that, because he couldn’t lie and say it was because he didn’t want to be with Rose. She was his cousin. He would demand more answers, and Scorpius couldn’t tell him.

The truth would be harder to hear.

“I…” He trailed off, not sure what to say. Albus drew nearer, leaning on the locker next to his. Scorpius, glanced over to his best friend. He leaned so casually that Scorpius wondered if the tension he felt was all in his mind. His chest was still bare, the lay of his jeans exposing the cut of his hips. Scorpius quickly looked away, back inside his locker. He grabbed his wand, shoved it into the band of his sweat pants, stalling for time.

“You, what?”

“I just-”

“There you are!”

Both Scorpius and Albus jerked around to glance at the entrance. Ernie stood in the doorway, his shy grin plastered on his face. He blushed at Scorpius, before stepping inside the changing room. He paused halfway over. “You were supposed to meet me twenty minutes ago,” Ernie said at Albus, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. It was amazing to Scorpius, truly, how Ernie could be so open and lustful while still being shy at the same time.

Scorpius, his throat having gone dry, quickly shoved his shirt on and slammed his locker shut. “I was just leaving,” he said, stepping around Albus to grab his bag off the floor. “Don’t let me keep you any longer. Ernie.” He nodded his head at the Hufflepuff, breezing pass him and practically rushing through the door. With his heart in his throat, he stopped right outside the door, pressing his back against the wall. He waited for a few minutes -- but then he heard the vague sound of Ernie laughing, before it was cut off with the sound of bodies hitting the lockers. His stomach twisted and Scorpius pushed away, trying to escape the sound -- and the jealousy that boiled inside of him.

He raced across the pitch, picking up speed once he’d crossed the field and headed towards the castle. He moved so that the breeze would rush pass his ears, dullen the sound of his thoughts. But they were hard to ignore. He could think only of Albus, and how he’d looked standing over him in nothing but his jeans. It was more than just a physical attraction, though; he thought, too, of the concern in the wizard’s voice, at just how much he cared for Scorpius and Rose, his two best friends. Scorpius felt touched by it all, but it was so conflicting that he wanted to both run from it and embrace it, all the same. How could he feel like this? How could feel this way towards Albus?

Scorpius tugged at his hair as he crossed into the castle, turning towards the stairs that led to the dungeons. With each step, he grew more determined. He wasn’t sure what it was that had broken through to him, but it was so clear to him that he wanted Albus. How could he not? The wizard was amazing, but the sight of him with Ernie had been a blow to Scorpius’ desire. He could never have him. He should never have wanted him, anyway. Had not his father told him many times that he was better than that? It wasn’t right for him to lust after his best friend, a wizard. Not when he had someone that everyone thought was so perfect for him; he raced towards the Slytherin dorms, heart pounding. He would show them. He would show them that he could still be with Rose, like he was meant to.

Barely inside, he tossed his bag to a chair, sought out Rose, and yanked her up from where she had been sitting next to the fireplace. She looked startled for a moment, but he just turned heel. Saying nothing to her, he led her out of the dormitories and down the corridor. She had to jog to keep up with him, but she said nothing in the five seconds it took for them to make it from dorm to potions classroom. He chose the one that was furthest away from the main entrance to the hall, walked in, yanked her inside, shut the door, and then slammed her against it.

“Scorpius, what’s-”

He cut her off with a kiss, a deep one. He invaded her mouth with his tongue, holding her cheeks in his hands as he snogged her with a fervor he had never shown. She returned it, clearly aroused by the sudden domination. Her hand gripped at his shirt, the other falling to his hips as he pressed against her. Her leg arched up and Scorpius grabbed it, eventually bending down to lift her. He settled between her, her legs wrapping around his waist. Scorpius continued to devour her lips, before his mouth dropped to her neck. Her breath rasped in his ears, moans falling from her lips with each nip to her neck, with each arch of Scorpius against her. He blocked out everything eating away at him; he kissed her harder, hand slipping between them to speed things along before they were joined. The press of pleasure as it moved through him cast every doubt and memory and unwarranted desire from his mind. He clung to Rose with masked lust as she did to him, holding him tighter, milking him like she always so desperately wanted.

Against the door, he shagged his girlfriend -- all the while wondering if it would have been better with Albus against the lockers.