I know! I know! It's short. But hey, it's a Race-Shot, so it's speed writing and basically puking all of the ideas out on the page. That's what happens when exam-months come. I hope you will enjoy it. Keep in mind that I don't have a dirty mind, but a creative one. Creative, not dirty. Keep that in mind. ENJOY(=

Race-Shot

By

Yuval25

Gasping and panting, Albus Potter felt his knees buckle. He could hear his companion laughing softly and breathlessly. Beads of sweat created wet spots on his shirt and the muscles in his legs and shoulders clenched until they felt a ton heavier.

"Maybe we should stop." Albus breathed out. He felt like all the oxygen left his lungs and was dizzy. His head spun and he closed his eyes.

"But doesn't it feel good?" Scorpius grinned. Albus tried to scowl but at that moment Scorpius chose to fasten his pace, leaving Albus breathless. Albus groaned.

"What if they catch us?" asked the younger boy. "It's 2 AM."

"They won't. C'mon All, one last round and then I'll let you sleep."

"We've been doing this for almost an hour!" huff, "I'm tired." Huff, "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Fine," Scorpius halted abruptly. He was breathing heavily from the race. Running with Albus has always been so fun. Albus stopped running as well and fell onto the grass, exhausted. "I win!"

"Technically, I win. I'm ahead of you." Albus smiled into the wet ground.

"I didn't lose!"

"Loser,"

"Oh, you are so gonna get it now!" Albus got off the dirty grass and ran to the castle, chased by his lover.

AN: Now seriously, perverts, how many of you thought I really had a dirty mind? I TOLD you, I have a creative mind!