Disclaimer: As always I own nothing but the original characters and the situations all characters find themselves in. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy.
This is what happens when I get nostalgic for 'A Wicked Week', dammit. Separate fic though, FYI.
Dangerous Purchases
Hunching his shoulders against the cold Scorpius Malfoy paid little attention to the people walking the streets around him, trusting his instincts to warn him if there was anything or anyone nearby that might pose a threat. Most people had the sense not to mess with him, but there were always idiots out there who thought they could prove how tough they were by taking down a Death Eater's offspring. It never ended well for the opposition when they came at him though. He didn't play with his food, but he made sure to beat it into them that the next time they messed with him would be their last. It was also just easier to kick their asses since actually cursing them would get him in trouble.
Plus it usually scared the hell out of his would be assaulters to realize he was as dangerous without a wand as he was with one.
Lips curving slightly at the thought the Slytherin continued to walk towards home, pausing for a moment as he saw light coming out of a nearby window. The building in question had been abandoned for years but apparently someone had either purchased it or the owners were in there now figuring out how to get away with arson so that they could be finally free of the supposedly unsellable building. There was said to be a curse on it, that no business ever lasted a year after moving into the space. He didn't know if that was true or not, it had been empty as long as he'd been walking this street on his way home.
Curiosity roused Scorpius walked over to stand in front of the building, blinking in shock as he took in the fact that overnight the store had become occupied and filled with stuff. It was already open for business according to the sign in the window. There was no sign indicating what kind of store it was though.
From what he could see the place looked to be filled with odds and ends, nothing likely worth his interest, but the Slytherin found himself reaching for the door knob and letting himself in before he could question his sudden impulse to check the place out. The inside looked like an indoor rummage sale, and a poorly organized one at that. Coming to the conclusion that his impulse had been a stupid one Scorpius turned on his heels with the intention of letting himself out before someone came out to see who'd come into the shop in the first place. Talk about bad business sense though, to not only set up shop in a cursed building, but also being stupid enough to just leave your merchandise, such as it was, alone to be shoplifted.
He was almost at the door when he sensed another presence, instinct signaling a need to turn around and face whoever was coming up behind him.
No threat, Scorpius thought as he quickly sized up the old woman coming up to him. How she made her way through all the clutter was him, her eyes were clouded and unfocused. She was either blind or near to it.
"Hello. Welcome to my store."
"Madam." He couldn't have said why, but there was something about the woman that demanded he show her respect. Some hint that she was more than she seemed.
The weathered face shifted as the woman's lips curved into a smile. "I have exactly what you need. Just wait here a moment, won't you? It will take but a moment for me to locate it. I'm afraid I don't move around as quickly as I used to."
Opening his mouth to tell her that he was leaving Scorpius frowned when the words simply wouldn't come. Something was stopping him from denying her, so that he was left confused and frustrated as she shuffled off to retrieve whatever piece of junk she was hoping to unload on him. What was wrong with him? It had been a long week but this was just ridiculous.
But he was still there when she came back with what looked like a box suitable for holding jewelry in one hand.
Stopping in front of him the woman opened the box's lid, revealing the fact that inside, nestled on faded silk, was a silver stud earring, the jewel it encased a stunning, small emerald.
Instinctively Scorpius hand came up so that he could finger his right, pierced ear. How would she know that he had a pierced ear? She could probably barely make out his form, much less notice something so small seeing as he only ever wore studs in it. And there was only one earring in the box when under normal circumstances there would be two. He had countless doubles at home to prove it. But she offered only the one to him.
Taking the box from her against his better judgment Scorpius studied the jewel, fairly sure that it was the real deal and looked to be flawless to the naked eye. That was the only interesting thing about it, besides the fact that it looked old and there was only one. But he had a thing for emeralds, especially ones this particular shade of green. After studying the earring for several long moments the Slytherin closed the lid and looked at her questioningly.
"How much?"
Less then two minutes later he was out the door, the jewelry box and its lone content in his coat pocket.
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Albus Potter had to practically drag himself up the stairs leading to his third story loft. He could have just apparated himself there, but he was not only sleep deprived but running completely on a rapidly declining caffeine high. He didn't trust himself not to splice himself or end up in the Bermuda Triangle. Just one more flight of stairs, the Gryffindor reminded himself as he kept a firm grip on the stair railing, just in case. One more and then he could go straight to bed and not wake up again until he was good and ready to do so. That it was eight o'clock on a Friday night didn't matter, all he could think about was burrowing under his covers. Alone, unfortunately, but he was too tired to be as depressed by that fact as he normally was.
Walking like a drunk Albus opened the door that led into the hallway, blinking at both the light and to force his brain to remember which of the door's was his. Absently reaching up to finger his left, pierced ear, a habit of his, the Gryffindor face shifted into thoughtful lines as he brushed his fingers over the new earring. He blamed sleep deprivation for the fact that he'd somehow ended up walking into a shop he'd never been in, allowing some old lady to pop an earring into his ear as he hadn't been wearing one of his at the time, and then giving her money for it without even being able to see what that damn thing looked like.
He couldn't even remember how much he'd paid for it.
Actually, now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure that the shop he'd entered had been in a building that was not only supposed to be abandoned, but cursed too. He was pretty sure that had been the place his granddad had told him about, when he'd first moved into the neighborhood. Yeah…buying something from a possibly cursed shop was not a good idea.
On that note Albus tried to make his brain work enough to send signals to his fingers to get the earring out of his ear without any luck. No matter what he did the backing just refused to come off. Definitely not a good sign, even it was probably just because his brain was so fried it couldn't remember how to do something as simple as remove an earring.
Sleep was definitely a must, the Gryffindor mused with a loud yawn he didn't bother to muffle as he staggered towards his door. Reaching it Albus retrieved his keys from his pocket, absently glancing down towards the nearest door on his side. The adorable Scorpius Malfoy's door. And thinking that was going to get him killed someday, he reminded himself as he stuck his key into the lock, discovering that it was the wrong one. But luckily the Slytherin wasn't around and even if he was he'd have to be a lot more brain fried than he currently was to dare tell the blonde he was adorable to his face. That was a good way to lose one's face and he was fond of his.
Once upon a time the Slytherin had been fond of his face too, Albus remembered wistfully as he studied his keys, trying to remember what his loft key looked like. Or at least he'd thought the blonde had liked him back. But that was before puberty hit them both hard in their sixth year and they'd gone in two very different directions. They were both mirror images of their fathers, but they got their heights from their mothers' sides, which had resulted in him growing like a weed while Scorpius had remained…well…short.
Apparently the blonde had no interest in a guy who was quite a bit taller than he was.
Letting himself in Albus just barely had enough sense to lock the door behind him before he headed up the stairs to the second level, bed his only goal. Kicking his shoes off was the amount of undressing he felt up to and falling face first onto his covers the Gryffindor lay there, mustered enough strength to crawl so that his head was on his pillow, and then called it a day. He'd pull his covers around him once he was sleeping.
The Gryffindor's second last thought as he fell into exhausted slumber was that he hoped Lily had kept her promise to stop by earlier to feed his pets. He intended to sleep the night and quite a bit of the day away which would not be possible if his creatures decided to interrupt his slumber because they were hungry. He was too tired to cross his fingers though, which meant he definitely wasn't getting up to go check on the food situation. He'd get up when someone or something made him, the Gryffindor decided as sleep took him over.
The very last thing on his mind was that he wished his adorable, sexy neighbor still liked him and was in bed with him.
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His dreaming started as it usually did, hours spent in a world he would forget come morning, but eventually that changed and Albus found himself back in his office, which was depressing, though he was in the process of putting away his instruments and cleaning. That at least indicated he was hopefully not going to be there long. Though there was always something to do if you looked, Albus thought with a sigh as he closed one of his drawers a little harder than was strictly necessary. And hearing the door behind him open Albus braced himself for the unexpected patient or crisis he was about to be called to deal with.
Absently kicking the door shut with his foot Scorpius Malfoy walked into the room, no animal with him to be tended to or looked over. And the Slytherin certainly wasn't the type to come to anyone for help.
"Mr. Malfoy. What can I do for you?"
Walking around the small examining table Scorpius boosted himself up and onto it, the overhead light shining off the man's short blonde hair and the stunning emerald stud in his right ear. "I thought I was due for a check up."
Lips quirking into a small smile Albus walked over to stand directly in front of the Slytherin, still taller than the blonde smirking up at him as he lifted a hand to swipe a hand over the silk blonde strands. "You know, most of my patients are furry, smaller, and can't sass me in a language I can understand."
"Don't want to play 'Healer' with me, Potter?"
"I didn't say that." Reaching down the Gryffindor pushed back one of the other man's shirt sleeves and placed his fingers against the pulse point, pleased to find it slightly elevated already. Rubbing his two fingers lovingly over the smooth skin Albus couldn't wait to touch more. "So what are your symptoms, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Sweating, insomnia, hot flashes, heart palpitations…swelling."
Getting some hot flashes of his own Albus withdrew his fingers and framed the Slytherin's face between his hands. "Stick out your tongue, please."
Doing just that, wiggling it teasingly, Scorpius groaned low in his throat as Albus leaned forward and sucked the tongue into his mouth, assaulting it with his own as the Gryffindor forgot all about how tired he'd been moments before. Grabbing the man by the lapels of his beloved Muggle lab coat Scorpius pulled the man up against him, opening his legs and holding the Gryffindor between them with the strength of his thighs as the passionate snogging went on and on.
Making a sound of desperation Albus hands fell away and lowered to the Slytherin's shirt, tugging and pulling buttons from their holes, too lost in the moment to do it with any thought or precision. Jerking the material off the other man's shoulders as soon as he could the Gryffindor broke off the kiss only long enough for Scorpius to finish shrugging off the shirt while Albus threw his lab coat and jumper to the floor, immediately moving back into the Slytherin's embrace before the final article of clothing hit the ground.
Tilting his head to the side as Albus went to work tasting his neck's frantic pulse, Scorpius's hands went to work undoing the other man's trousers, his hands diving under the clothing to incite and excite the Gryffindor into picking up the pace even more. It had been far too long for them, the Slytherin whispered into his lover's ear, and he wanted satisfaction. Now.
Scraping his teeth up the blonde's neck in response Albus reached down to return the favor, unhooking the man's trousers, growling low in his throat as he discovered the Slytherin had been thoughtful enough not to wear anything underneath that might get in his way. Jerking the material down Albus continued to suck on Scorpius's neck as the other man arched and moved to allow him to work the material over his hips and down more, the Slytherin breaking away to lie back on the examination table.
His hands moving to grip the sides of the table, Scorpius's eyes said it all.
Swallowing hard Albus licked his lips, his own eyes lovingly studying the man's face, torso, erection. His. All his for the taking.
Thank Merlin, the Gryffindor thought as he jerked the man's trousers the rest of the way off, leaving the Slytherin only long enough to retrieve something to help things along before returning to his man, lifting one of the blonde's pale legs onto his shoulder before he opened the jar he'd retrieved, slicking his fingers with the contents before putting said fingers to use as he slicked the gel over his hard erection, his eyes never leaving the other man's while Scorpius moved to prop himself up on his elbows to watch what he was doing.
"You're going to want to brace yourself again." Albus harshly told the other man, his breathing hard as he shoved the jar back into his pocket, jerking his own trousers and boxers further down so that they wouldn't get in their way.
"Promises, promises." The Slytherin purred out in response as he moved his hands to once again brace for what was to come. "Now hurry up, Potter. I'm getting cold here."
"Can't have that." Stroking a hand up the man's leg affectionately Albus turned his head to lightly kiss it before he turned his attention and his hands to the business of positioning Scorpius just right so that he could get inside his lover and get the blonde as hot as possible.
Throwing his head back with a triumphant moan as the Gryffindor worked his way inside of him Scorpius knuckles went white as he tightened his grip, body welcoming the intrusion, knowing from past experience the sometimes almost unbearable, but always pleasurable rewards to be gained.
The strain to take it slow showed on Albus's face, but it had been a while since their last time together and the last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt the man he was already so lost in. Groaning long and low when he was all the way in Albus leaned forward as he gripped the man's hips as he started to thrust, his sole thought to bring his lover to orgasm before following him.
With harsh groans and hissed commands Scorpius made his wants known, telling the Gryffindor exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it. Of course it wasn't long before he was incapable of forming a completely sentence, reduced to cries of 'right there', 'harder' and 'don't stop' which echoed in the room silent except for his pleas and Albus's sounds of pleasure and fight for control over both their bodies.
Toes curling as he started to come Scorpius gave himself over, concentrating solely on himself, knowing that he could put himself in the Gryffindor's hands, could trust the other man to take care of the both of them.
"Come for me." Albus bit off, his whole body tense with the effort not to give himself over to the scorching heat and drown himself in the hot, wet heat stroking him with every hard thrust.
"Make me."
Chuckling in spite of himself Albus did just that, his grunt of victory melding with Scorpius's cry of sweet release, the Gryffindor allowing himself to let his control slip so that he broke forward, mindless pounding himself into his lover until he too found release.