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Albus Severus Potter/Scorpius Malfoy (Some superfluous Draco/Harry thrown in for effect.) This is the first part of a two part fan fic. I’ve split it up into mini-sections, because I think it’s the easiest way to transitions in between scenes. JKR owns the copy right.

This ended up very long. XD Enjoy. It was beta'd rather quickly. If you see any, please let me know.

((Albus Severus/Scorpius: AS/S XDD))

— — — Years Ago — — —

“Draco?” It was raining pleasantly. Warm, wet and clean, like all the world was being cleaned of its sins. Draco looked over his shoulder. There stood Harry Potter.

“Potter,” Draco said in an even voice. “It’s really over now, isn’t it?”

Harry nodded. “Voldemort is gone, for good.” He walked up, standing side by side Draco, watching the sun set on the last day that the Dark Lord ever lived. “Here,” He said, holding out Draco’s wand. “It’s about time I returned that to you.”

Draco took it silently, rain running down the sides of his face. “Glad it served you well.” He said, slipping his wand into his robes. “Potter,” He said softly. “Thanks.”

Harry stared at him. “Thanks for what?”

Draco’s eyes thinned a little, still staring intently at the setting sun. “You saved my life. You...you killed the Dark Lord. So my family is free.”

Harry didn’t know what to say. He stared at the other boy. He looked so frail, and Harry remembered how terrified Draco had been on top of the Tower when he had to attempt to kill his headmaster. And yet now, as the healing rain poured around them both, Harry thought Draco looked better, a little fuller in the cheeks, and little more color to his skin, better than he did before.

Draco turned to him, leaned forward and paused. Harry’s eyes widened. Draco pressed their lips together. The rain made Draco taste sweet. He pulled away slowly again, smirked and started to walk back into the castle without another word, leaving Harry in his confusion. Harry’s mouth opened, but he didn’t know what to say. Draco had kissed him.

— — — A Good Guess — — —

“Draco.”

Nineteen years can flash by in an instant. Harry had nearly forgotten his last meeting with Draco Malfoy until he saw him, his wife and his son standing on the Platform, waiting for the Hogwarts train. He told his sons goodbye, and Ginny took Lily back to the car. Harry would catch up in a minute. Harry had walked over to Draco. His wife saw him, and told Draco she’d wait for him outside.

“Potter,” Draco said evenly. “He looks like you, that Albus boy.”

Harry nodded. “Scorpius looks a lot like you.”

“So, I guess it starts all over again now.” Draco glanced at him.

“Maybe. Only, let’s hope that there’s no giant snake, murderous chess boards, three headed dogs or resurrecting Dark Lords this time around.” Harry laughed. “Hey, maybe this time Potter and Malfoy will get along. I still remember how you were the only person I met who asked to be my friend before you knew I was Harry Potter.”

“Hn. Yes, for how ever long THAT lasted,” Draco said. “For you kid’s sake Potter, you better hope my kid didn’t inherit my taste in men.” Draco turned around and took a few steps away.

“Draco,” Harry said again, blushing now. “What the hell? What does that mean?”

“See you around Potter,” and Draco walked away.

Bugger. Harry thought. Will he ever stop confusing the s**t out of me?

— — — They meet — — —

“Hey Rose!” “Hush.” “But Rose, look.” “Hush!” “Rosie! I’m trying to--“ ”Albus, I am trying to read! Now HUSH.” They sat quietly for about ten long minutes.

Albus was bored. James had run off with his older friends, and Rose was ignoring him, reading her silly text books. Every attempt at conversation was being hushed. He was becoming more and more annoyed be the moment.

“I’m going to walk around the train.” He told his cousin, who still seemed to be ignoring him. With a sigh, he stood up and walked out into the hall. The train seemed longer on the inside that it did from outside. Time to explore.

He walked along, grinning happily. A thump and a small groan rattled a compartment door not far ahead of him brought him out of his happy oblivious state. Three upper class men were harassing a younger student.

“Look what I caught boys!” An older boy, third or fourth year, called and he pushed a smaller boy against the wall. Albus recognized him from the platform. He was the Malfoy boy. Scorpi-something.

“Why, if it isn’t a snobby little pureblood,” The other older boy laughed, shoving the younger boy again. “Malfoy right?”

“Let go of me!” Scorpi-something yelled, trying to break free. “I demand you let go of me!”

“Or else what, punk?” The third one snarled. “You’ll sic your Death Eater Dad on us?”

The boy glared at the ground, unable to think of a good retort. “You don’t even deny it, huh, you snobby punk?” The first boy asked. “You think that just because your dad has money, you’ll be hot stuff?”

Albus gritted his teeth together. His father had always taught him to never let anyone bully anyone else. He almost felt sick, the angry kind of sick. He had to do something. “HEY!” He yelled at them. “You leave him alone, or...or..I’ll go get a prefect!” Albus threatened.

The three larger boys looked at him, glaring. “Mind your own business.” One of them scoffed.

“Pot calling the kettle black!” Albus said venomously. “It’s none of your business who that boy’s dad is, or if he’s a pureblood or what ever. So back off! You think you can pick on first years because you’re older? I’ll really go get a prefect you know!”

The three boys looked at each other. “Not even worth it.” One of the muttered, let go of the front of the Malfoy boy’s shirt and stormed off. The Malfoy boy had slumped down onto the floor and was staring at his feet, apparently in an attempt to not start crying.

“Hey.” Albus said softly, walking over to him. “You okay? They’re gone now.”

“I know they’re gone now.” The boy said, almost in anger. “And I’m fine.” The boy sighed and looked up at him. “Thank you, I guess.” He said softly.

Albus smiled, and offered the boy his hand. “I’m Albus. You can call me Al.”

“Scorpius.” He said, taking Albus’s hand and pulling himself to his feet. Al smiled, and Scorpius smiled back. History doesn’t always repeat itself after all.

— — — Comfort — — —

“Al?” Scorpius said, smiling faintly, as the other jogged along side the lake towards him, his red and gold scarf flapping in the wind. The grounds were nearly deserted. Most of the students were avoiding the chilling breeze and snow and hiding in the Great Hall.

Albus smiled at him as he reached the tree where Scorpius was sitting. Scorpius looked up at him his green and silver scarf hanging loose around his neck. “Hey Scorpius,” Al said, smiling. “Sure is cold out, even for October.”

It was their second year of school, and somehow, despite house rivalries and old assumed family feuds, Albus Severus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy were friends, though Albus’s brother James could not understand why. The teachers were all pleasantly surprised, especially Professor Longbottom. They were indeed the anomaly of the school.

“Yeah, everyone’s inside where it’s actually warm.” Scorpius chuckled. His hair had grown longer than his father’s had ever been, and he wore it in a short ponytail now. Albus still looked like his father with freckles. “What are you doing out here?”

Al shrugged, threw his arm around Scorpius and smiled widely, sitting on the ground next to him. “I came looking for you.” He said happily. “Teddy mailed me a whole crate of Chocolates! We can share them if you want.”

Scorpius shrugged. “Sure. But...maybe later.” Albus knew something was wrong. Scorpius normally laughed when Teddy mailed him Chocolate, and instantly called his claim to at least half the Chocolate Frogs. Something was bothering his best friend, and he was going to find out what.

Al looked worried. “Scorp?” He asked. “What are YOU doing out here?”

Scorpius dropped his gaze to the ground and shrugged. “Thinking I suppose.”

“People being prats about your family again?” Albus asked.

Scorpius nodded slowly. “It’s not my fault, ya know?” He said softly. “That my grandfather was a Death Eater, that he made Dad become one. It’s not like I’m proud of it. It’s not like my Father’s proud of it. It’s just...it was a war, Albus. My family was caught on the wrong side of it.” He sighed sadly.

Albus pulled Scorpius into a full hug. “Yeah, I know, Scorp.”

Scorpius nodded. “My family...we’re not just rich snobby Death Eaters you know. We’ve given lots of donations to St. Mungo’s, and the ministry and even to the school. We’ve done plenty of good stuff too.” He mumbled, nuzzling into his best friends shoulder.

“I know.” Al said again. “Don’t let them bother you. They don’t understand.” He smiled faintly. “Come on, you know what Teddy always says, ‘No matter what the problem is the solution is chocolate.’ You can even have half of my Chocolate frogs.”

Scorpius was lucky to have a friend like Al.
— — — The Girl — — —

“You really suck at potions.” Scorpius laughed. Albus sat, staring at his cauldron with disdain. Instead of a light shimmering yellow, his was a terrible clotted orange. It looked like rotten orange juice.

“Yeah well...” Albus muttered. “Third year Potions is harder than second year! And I sucked last year too.”

“That’s the point. We ARE third years.” Scorpius laughed. His potion wasn’t perfect, sitting at a deep golden rod rather than the fairy blond yellow it should have been. But it was much better than Albus’s sorry excuse for a hair growth potion.

“Now, now, Mr. Potter.” Professor Slughorn said, shaking his head. “Your father was a regular Potions prodigy. You must learn to follow directions better, follow in his footsteps.” Albus was burning with humiliation. “Everyone take a vile of your potion and turn it in. You’re all excused,” He told the class.

The boys took all their potions up to his desk and began to file out. “You ok, Al?” Scorpius asked.

“Yeah,” Albus smiled at him. “You may be better at Potions, but I kick your butt at Charms.” They both laughed. Suddenly a group of Third year Hufflepuffs walked by. Scorpius couldn’t help but notice how Al’s gaze followed that silly, giggily, long haired Zeller girl.

“Why are you staring at her?” Scorpius asked, raising an eye brow.

“Staring at whom?” He answered absently, still watching the girl.

“Zeller,” Scorpius rolled his eyes.

“Isn’t she pretty?” Al said dreamily.

“Whatever.” Scorpius rolled his eyes, feeling bitterness bubble up in his stomach. “I need to get to Herbology.” He said and walked away.

– — — The Fight — — —

Scorpius was sitting alone next to the punch bowl, nursing his plastic cup in his hands. Resentfully he watched his best friend slow dance with Kristi Zeller. He only came to this stupid Halloween dance because Albus had set him up with a Ravenclaw girl without telling him.

He glanced over to his right. His date, who had finally given up on a decent conversation had run off to talk to her friends. He rolled his eyes. Deciding that he was quite sick of this, he set the cup down on the punch table, and slunk out of the Great Hall.
He went and sat down about half way up a nearby stair case, holding his head in his hands. So far, he had spent the majority of his 4th year watching Al watch girls. It made him sick.

“Scorpius?” Al was standing at the base of the stairs. “Hey man, what’s up?”

“Nothing,” Scorpius grumbled loudly.

“Come on, something is wrong.” Al smiled, walked up the stairs and sat next to him. “You can tell me.” Scorpius rolled his eyes. “Come on” Al said, nudging him. “Weren’t you having fun?”

“No.” Scorpius said and stood up. “No Al, I wasn’t having fun. YOU were having fun. I was sitting like an idiot with a stupid cup of punch in the corner. YOU asked me to come to this stupid thing with your girlfriend’s best friend, who I don’t like. You were dancing with the person you wanted to dance with. I was having a right old shitty time.” He said bitterly. “Thanks for noticing.”

“Don’t be like that, Scorpius.” Al frowned.

“I’ll be how ever I feel like being.” He spat.

“What’s your problem?” Al stood up. He had never had Scorpius’s anger turned against him. He had seen the boy angry, yelling at the twats who insulted him and his family. But never had he been on the wrong end of the furious blond.

“YOU!” Scorpius yelled. All his resentment and bitterness and jealousy finally bubbled over. “YOU are my problem, Albus.” He clenched his fists together. “I didn’t want to come to this stupid ball with that girl. And in case you didn’t notice, she didn’t want to come with me. You were so busy drooling over your stupid little girlfriend to notice.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Like that’s EVEN the problem!” Scorpius scowled. “You took her here, that’s good enough. I don’t even know why I came.”

“Scorpius, you’re acting like a spoiled brat.” Al rolled his eyes. He regretted it.

“Spoiled brat?” Scorpius gritted his teeth. “Fine. Whatever. Screw you, Albus.” He growled, and stormed down the stairs towards his common room.

Al closed his eyes, feeling the anger and regret rumble inside him. He shouldn’t have called Scorpius a spoiled brat. But...but, he deserved it. With a sigh, Al went to go tell Kristi good night. He had fun, but he was tired. He just wanted to go collapse in bed.
— — — A talk with the family — — —
For three days, Scorpius avoided Albus like he had the plague. They didn’t talk in class, and as soon as class was over, Scorpius would hurry out the door. It might have been the worst three days of Scorpius’s life. They certainly were for Albus.

“Albus?” James had snuck up on his little brother, moping in an armchair by the fire. Al jumped a little.

“What?” He asked, still staring at the fire.

“What’s wrong?” He sat on the arm of the chair, running his hand through his little brother’s hair. Al shrugged. “Come on. You get dumped or something?”

“Scorpius is a stupid prat.”

James nodded knowingly. “You got dumped by Scorpius?”

“What?” Albus said, looking at him. “Dumped? Wha-- It’s not like we were TOGETHER, you prat. But....ugh.”

“I told you the Malfoy’s were nothing but trouble,” James shrugged. “It took you 4 years to figure that out?” Albus shot him a very, very dirty look. James sighed. “What’s the prat do?”

Albus sighed. “I don’t know...he got really mad at me at the Halloween ball. I called him a spoiled brat. He won’t speak to me anymore.”

James grinned.

—

Contrary to popular belief, James Sirius Potter was actually a very observant person. He smiled at his little brother, and mentally decided that it was his duty to make him smile again. But he would need Lily’s help.

—

Lily had come out of the adjoining corridor before Scorpius and grabbed his hand before he even knew she was there. Seizing his hand, he was shocked by how strong this 2nd year girl was. “In.” She ordered and pushed him into an empty class room where James sat at the teacher’s desk, smiling knowingly.

“Hello Scorpius.” The 6th year said calmly. “Take a seat.”

Scorpius looked at the door, guarded by the fierce redheaded girl. He sat down slowly, eyeing James with an air of mistrust. “What do you want James?”
“What the hell did you do to my brother?”

The question took a moment to sink in. Scorpius snarled at the floor. “That’s none of your business. Now let me go to lunch.”

“ Lily,” James said pleasantly. Before Scorpius could turn to look at the girl, he felt a heavy book collide with the top of his head. She had hit him with her History of Magic book.

“You stupid prat!” The 12 year old screamed. “My big brother is moping around like a BABY, and it’s all your fault! He’s barely eating, he’s barely talking, and he’s already failed 4 tests in the past 3 days!” She said, nearly hissing. Scorpius was reminded of an angry cat. “What ever you did to him, you better fess up right now, or I WILL hit you again,” She threatened, grabbing the front of his tie.

“Thank you Lily,” James said and his sister released Scorpius, returning to her post by the door. “Now, what were you saying you did to my brother?”

Scorpius straightened his tie nervously. “He was a prat, we had a row, and now we’re not speaking.” He said softly. “That’s all.”

James nodded. “Does this have anything to do with Albus’s taking that girl to the dance? Jealous, maybe?”

Scorpius looked up, his face flushed red. “Jealous? What? No. I...I’m not gay...I mean...” He searched for a response. “I don’t like that Zeller girl...if that’s what you mean.”

James smiled. “Alright then, you may go.” He said. Something in his smile made Scorpius feel nervous, like he had figured something out that he shouldn’t know. He got up and scurried out of the room before Lily could hit him with another book.

“Good work Lily. You were very scary.”

“Good work James. You were right after all.”

“Naturally. Time for Phase two.”

— — — Phase Two: A Broom Closet — — —

Scorpius was convinced this would end with another knot on his head. Lily was dragging him through the corridors roughly, with no explanation to where they were going. He knew it was silly to be afraid of a 12 year old girl, but Lily Dora Potter scared the living hell out of him.

As they rounded a corner he saw James dragging Albus by the hand. Scorpius’ eyes widened. James nodded to Lily, Lily nodded to James. The boy pulled open the door to his left and pushed a now protesting Albus inside. Lily shoved Scorpius in after him. The door shut and locked. It was a broom closet. There was no escape.

“Dammit!” Scorpius cursed as he pounded on the door, shoulder to shoulder with the boy he had steadfastly been avoiding for 4 days straight. He sighed, realizing it was an effort in vain.

“I guess they want us to make up,” Albus said blandly. Both of them stood there, trying not to look at each other in an awkward silence for only God knows how long. “Scorpius?” Al said softly. “I’m sorry you had a crap time at the ball.” He said finally.

Scorpius didn’t say anything at first. He took a deep breath. “Do you really think I’m a spoiled brat?”

“Scorpius...”

“No, do you?” He closed his eyes tightly. “That I’m just a snobby rich kid whose only real problem is whether or not my Daddy will buy me a new broomstick or two for Christmas? Do you...do you really think that, Albus?”

Albus placed his hand on the slightly smaller boy’s shoulder. “Of course not, Scorpius,” He smiled slightly. “I’d never think that.” Scorpius hugged him, his arms wrapped around Albus’s shoulders. Albus hugged him back.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Albus said. “Why were you so upset at the ball?”

“If I told you, you wouldn’t let me hug you any more.” Scorpius laughed. “Though I think your brother might know. He’s smarter than he looks.”

“That’s not hard. And you can always hug me.” Albus smiled at him. “Here, I’ll lend you a bit of my Gryffindor courage.” He said and squeezed him lightly. “What was wrong?”

“I....” Scorpius blushed. “I love you. I always have.”

— — — The Photo — — —

“Scorpius!” A voice called. Scorpius rolled over in bed as the voice began to shake him. It had been over a month since he confessed his feelings in a broom closet. James and Lily have all the TACT to open the door just as Albus and he were sharing their first kiss. But as embarrassing as a start as that was, Al had said he loved him too. It was a Saturday, which meant he could spend the whole day with Al. He smiled sleepily.

“Scorpius!” The voice shook him again. “Wake up!”

Scorpius sat up sleepily. “What time is it, what’s going on?” He sat up. Jacob Montague, a 7th year, stood over his bed.
“It’s about 7.” Jacob told him. “You need to get up though.”

“What’s wrong?” Scorpius asked, sitting up. Jacob held up a piece of paper. Scorpius gasped. There, in full color, was he and Albus kissing in an Empty class room, the words “Inter-house FAGS?” In bold lettering underneath it.

“They’re all over the school. Who ever it was, they must have done it last night. I think Peeves might have helped to” Jacob said. “I went to the Owlery early this morning to send a letter. They are seriously all over the place. It took me 10 minutes to get that one off the door to the boys’ bathroom on the second floor. They stuck the suckers on good.”

Scorpius nearly fell off his bed. “But..but...oh god.”

“Yeah, I thought you deserved fair warning.” Jacob said, obviously feeling bad for him. “Slytherin brotherhood and all that. Why didn’t you tell me you hooked up with Potter?”

“I...I just...I don’t know.” Scorpius was still staring at the picture in horror. “Who would have done this?”

“Well, hey.” Jacob said, clapping his hand on his back. “I bet half the girls in the school will say it’s really hot.”

—

A week of girls whispering as they walked down the halls together, and boys cat calling and screaming “f**” had emotionally drained Albus. Scorpius was just barely holding in there, mostly because at the very least, his fellow Slytherin’s were understanding and supportive about the whole thing. The Gryffindor’s had joined in with the name calling, leaving Albus with nearly no peace at all.

They both sat at the Slytherin table for meals now. The other Slytherins, while they weren’t HAPPY about sharing meals with a Gryffindor, would bear it for Scorpius’s sake. One morning as the owls came swooping in; James rushed over to the Green and Silver table.

“Al!” He yelled, Lily tailing behind.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, worried. James threw the Prophet on the table in front of him. In the top right corner they saw a picture of an old lady with terrible gaudy earrings smiling at the camera. Underneath it read “Young Potter and Malfoy snogging at school? Scandal at Hogwarts! Picture included. Brought to you by the Quill Rita Skeeter. “

Albus nearly fainted. “Apparently one of the Hufflepuffs who keeps giving you trouble, yeah well his DAD knows this Skeeter hag.”

“James,” Albus moaned. “DAD reads this paper.”
“Everyone reads this paper.” Scorpius said. “Even my dad. And we go home for Christmas in 4 days.” They looked nervously at each other.

— — — Letters Home — — —

Father,
I’m sure by now you’ve heard the rumors about myself and Albus Potter. I believe that terrible Skeeter woman wrote about it in the Prophet. I’ve decided that you owe to hear the truth from your son.

No doubt you’re hoping that I will dispel these rumors. I’m sorry to say I can’t completely. While it is a complete lie that we snog in the hallways between class, or anything as tactless as that, I am with Albus.

I’m sure that it is neither proper nor acceptable, but father, I love him. What ever past grievances you have against his family, please do not judge Albus by them. Please consider this carefully. We can talk about it in full when I come home in a few days.

I dearly hope for your blessing. Give mother my love.

Your son,
Scorpius Cain Malfoy

—

Dad,
Hey, it’s James. Albus would write to you, but his hands are shaking too badly to hold a quill right now. Look, I’m sure you saw that stupid thing in the paper about Albus and the Malfoy kid.

Do not freak out. You know Skeeter; I’ve heard you talk about her. She has blown everything out of proportion. Yeah, Albus went gay for the kid, but it’s nothing as terrible as shagging in broom closets or anything.

Look, we’ll talk to you about it in a few days, kay? Please don’t freak out, Albus already is. Lily says hi.

See ya soon,
James


— — — End Part 1— — —
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