Taming

When Scorpius woke up, he was completely disoriented for a moment until he remembered where he was and who he was with. And what had happened. Last night, was it? How long had he slept, anyway? The Room helpfully answered by making a clock appear on the mantle. It was half-eight. They’d slept here all night.

Scorpius slowly eased his arm out from under Albus who snuffled a little, but continued to sleep. Scorpius looked at the boy and began to slowly but thoroughly panic. What the bloody hell had he done last night? He’d broken every rule in his arsenal. He’d… made love. To Albus bloody Potter! Who was in love with him and wanted to be his (Merlin help him) boyfriend! This was not good.

Although it had felt fucking great last night. Scorpius sat there like a skittish rabbit, unable to decide if he should wake Albus with kisses and fuck him again, or if he should bolt while he had the chance. There was still a feeling of fluttering in the pit of his stomach, but at this point, he feared that it was dread. What would he do with a boyfriend? This was his year to rule the school. He was going to fuck everyone who took his fancy and go out in grand style. It was not at all in his plan to fall in love and tear his own reputation to shreds by… what? Carrying Albus Potter’s books to class? Meeting his fucking famous parents? Forsaking all others?

It was the forsaking all others that caused him to ease out of bed. Scorpius didn’t know what he would be without his popularity, and he knew it would be in tatters if he suddenly became monogamous. He thought on all the times he’d taken the piss out of some poor sap who spent the duration of an otherwise fabulous party fetching punch and dancing attendance on his little girlfriend when there were so many hot people that he could be with instead.

As he eased his pants on, he did ponder the idea. It wouldn’t be hard to be monogamous if every orgasm with Albus Potter felt like the ones last night. He’d be quite ruined for others anyway. However, it was his damn reputation at stake. Albus didn’t even seem like the type who would want to go to a party, even with his boyfriend. Especially not when there would be the inevitable attempts to tempt Scorpius away from his boyfriend’s side.

Some might call it egotism, but Scorpius had seen it all before, and he knew that some of his more fervent admirers would dismiss Albus as beneath them, and make it a point to try to break them up. How much temptation could one man take? Even a jaded man?

And whatever would they do if they didn’t go to parties? Study in the library? Quietly hold hands? Take romantic walks? Have amazing fucks like last night. Scorpius paused in tying his boot to look at the sleeping boy on the bed. He wondered again whether he should wake the boy up for another go to make sure. But then the fear was back.

If he and Albus… made love again, and it was equally amazing, he was scared he’d be lost. Lost forever inside this boy who could make him feel things he’d never felt before. And then it would be too late to ever go back. He’d be ruined. Scorpius Malfoy in love? It was a most incongruous thought. So many people, so little time. That was the world of Scorpius Malfoy.

Tonight was Saturday night, the biggest party night at Hogwarts. Scorpius had to spend the day diffusing any rumors that his behavior last night was anything out of the ordinary, and then he had to go to the party tonight and leave at least three separate times with three different people. And not spend the night with any of them, but rather return to the party and drink progressively more firewhiskey until he ended up dancing on a coffee table with some equally drunken pretty thing.

Because there are rules when you’re the King of Hogwarts. Rules that don’t get broken. Not even for a boy that he might actually be able to love.

Besides, his father had been clear with him yesterday. He needed to keep his name out of people’s mouths. Suddenly throwing over all his friends for the company of an unpopular boy with a rather unfortunate family heritage, as far as Scorpius’s father would think anyway, would certainly have his name on all the gossips’ lips.

And there was surely no reason to believe that future relations with Potter would be anything special. There are flukes in life. Scorpius slipped his t-shirt over his head and draped the necklace on top. Taking one last look at Potter, he opened the door and closed it soundlessly behind him. Potter was a fluke. Not the natural order of things. Scorpius knew his place and he knew how to stay there. That was enough. He didn’t need those emerald eyes to give him a purpose. He was a god to these people, and it would be selfish to let Albus Potter have him when there were so many who wanted a taste.

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Scorpius purposely didn’t visit the dorm to change clothes before he went down to breakfast. He wanted to make sure that his friends could tell that he’d been out all night. When he slumped down at the Slytherin table, he made sure to paint a perfect picture of sexual exhaustion.

“Scorp! You just getting back to the land of the living? I couldn’t believe it when you didn’t come back to the party last night!” Butch McAllister leaned forward, obviously waiting for the juicy details. “And was that really Albus Potter you left with?”

“It’s always been a personal goal of mine to fuck a Potter,” Scorpius said drolly. However, he felt a little wince at his own words, as if he were betraying Albus. He shook it off.

“Way to go, mate! A Malfoy fucks a Potter! It’s downright poetic,” Butch crowed. Several other Slytherins laughed.
Mirabella Zabini, a girl he knew well as her father was friendly with Scorpius’s, asked, “So how was it? I’ve wondered about that Potter boy. He seems so boring. Tell me you made him beg for it!”

Scorpius felt a pain again, but he couldn’t resist an audience. “Mira, my darling, he’s not boring.” Everyone laughed loudly now.

“Well, obviously, as you’re just getting back. Did you make him beg? A Potter on his knees is just too delicious. And I know you like to be begged.”

“Mira, you’re just saying that because you begged me.” Mirabella flipped him off and everyone laughed again. “And I have to agree. A Potter on his knees is a sight to behold.”

This time the laughter swelled even harder. And it was during this riot that Albus Potter walked into the Great Hall, also dressed in his clothes from last night. Stephanie Mills, a particularly catty fifth year that Scorpius had always enjoyed dishing with before pointed obviously. “Shall we ask him what’s the most sore? His knees, his arse, or his pride?” She asked snidely. The Slytherins all looked obviously at Albus and began to shriek with laughter.

Albus’s cheeks turned bright red, and he turned on his heel and left the hall. Scorpius had to clench his hands into fists so tight that his nails cut into his palms in order to keep from running after the boy. He noticed Lily Potter and a tall girl with curly red hair running after him, Lily turned to shoot a death glare at Scorpius.

“Well, it looks like you fucked yourself out of buggering two Potters,” Butch joked. “I don’t think the lovely Lily likes you much just now. Too bad. She looks like she’d be a wildcat in bed.”

Scorpius forced himself to smile. “Great legs, but not much up top. I’ll pass.” There was another round of laughter at this pronouncement, and Scorpius felt like the world’s worst human being. He had mercilessly ripped hundreds of his conquests to shreds before, and he’d never felt a modicum of remorse. However, just now, he felt like going back to his bed and weeping.

He’d hardly touched a bite of food, but the idea of eating anything made him feel nauseous. He pushed off the bench and said, “Well, I’m in search of a shower and my bed. I feel like I haven’t slept in days.” Which was true.

“Do you want some company?” This was from a pretty blonde girl who looked to be barely fourth-year. She was definitely hot, and he recognized her as someone who’d been hanging on him at a few of the more recent parties. He’d been considering her heavily a couple of days ago, but now she revolted him with her obviousness.

“Sorry love. Even I can only fuck so many times in a day. Maybe tonight at the party, if you wear something pretty.” The reply came automatically to his lips and he cringed at how shallow he sounded. She smiled at him engagingly when she should really have been offended.

He trudged off towards his dormitory with a heavy heart. He’d barely rounded two corners when someone punched him, hard, directly in the jaw, and followed it with a blow to his stomach that knocked the wind out of him. He doubled over.

“What the fuck?” he gasped out.

“Yes. As in what the fuck did you do to my cousin?”

“Bloody hell! How should I know? Who the fuck is your cousin?”

“Oh, I’m so rude. I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Hugo Weasley, and my cousin is Albus Potter.”

Bloody buggering fuck. Managing to straighten up, he could see that Hugo Weasley was at least four inches taller than Scorpius himself, and was built like a solid wall. His damn fists were like bricks, too, Scorpius thought, flexing his jaw. It didn’t seem broken, but he was definitely not going to look his best for the party tonight.

“So I’m going to find my sister, and what do I see but her and my cousin Lily hugging my cousin Albus, who’s crying for fuck’s sake.” Oh, gods. He made Albus cry. “And I ask what’s wrong, cuz I think maybe someone died. And what does my sister tell me? Two words. Scorpius Malfoy. I know who you are, Malfoy. I suppose it makes you happy to know that most people know who you are. I know what you like to get up to after hours and who you like to have it off with. So I’m left with no choice but to think that you fucked my cousin and then tossed him aside like so much rubbish. Tell me I’m wrong, Malfoy. For your sake, I hope I’m wrong.”

Scorpius had never felt guilt like this before. The idea of Albus crying over him. The knowledge that he had very deliberately publicly humiliated the boy the morning after he’d offered up his virginity with sweetness, bravery, and love made Scorpius nearly suicidal. Which is why he said, “You’re not wrong.”

Hugo Weasley cracked his knuckles. Scorpius tried to brace himself, but when he was hit square in the cheekbone and he heard a sickening crunch, he just went limp. Hugo proceeded to work him over with several blows to his ribs, and finished with a nice right to his nose that knocked him on his arse. Blood poured from his nose, his split lips, and, if he wasn’t mistaken, a rather large gash over his cheekbone. He was having trouble breathing and his vision was getting fuzzy.

“What kind of ponce are you? You’re not even going to fight back?” Hugo cracked his knuckles again. “I’m going to be keeping an eye on you, Malfoy. You stay the fuck away from anyone named Weasley or Potter, especially Albus, or I’ll make you wish your git of a father never spawned you. Don’t doubt it.”

The last thing Scorpius remembered was Hugo’s feet walking away. The next thing he was aware of was waking up in the hospital wing.