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A/N: This is my first Al and Scorpius pairing fic.

Transferred to you– Chapter One

Scorpius was currently in the headmistress office at Hogwarts. His dad had arranged for him to transfer schools, from Durmstrang to Hogwarts. He waited until Scorpius had completed his OWLs, so he only had his NEWT's to do at Hogwarts. He was just about to start at the new school, from sixth year.

Surprise surprise the sorting hat had placed him in Slytherin. This made his dad happy. His dad had left and the headmistress said she was waiting for another student, to show him to the common room.

Scorpius thought his dad was being ridiculous. He had confessed to his dad that he thought he might be gay and well his answer was to transfer him to a different school. Durmstrang was an all-boys school, even though Hogwarts had boys and he would be sharing a dorm with boys. His dad was confident that Scorpius was only confused as he'd never been around girls. Apparently sharing a school with girls would change his sexuality – his dad was mental. But he didn't argue because he'd always wanted to go to Hogwarts anyway.

Scorpius pulled himself from his thoughts to listen to the headmistress.

"I have asked for a fellow Slytherin boy, who you will share a dorm with – to show you around and help you get settled. He should be here soon." She smiled at him.

Scorpius inclined his head but didn't speak. Then a knock came at the door.

"Enter Mr Potter" the headmistress said firmly.

The door opened and the first thing Scorpius saw was a mop of thick black hair. When the rest of the young man entered Scorpius couldn't help but smile.

Dad, you fool. Scorpius kept a cool exterior, but internally he was quite taken by the handsome boyish looking man in front of him.

"Mr Potter. This is Mr Malfoy, he's a transfer student and has been sorted into Slytherin. I expect you to treat him with respect and show him around, helping him settle in." she informed him.

Scorpius watched as Mr Potter nodded, "Sure" was all he replied.

"Mr Malfoy, go with Mr Potter he will show you the dorm room. I will make sure you have your timetable by Monday."

"Thank you" he politely said, then he turned to the other boy.

"Oh right. Follow me." He said, a little awkwardly.

Scorpius smiled and checked out the back of this Potter boy as he followed from behind. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, in the corridor. He stuck out his hand.

"Call me Al. I'm Albus Potter." He gave Scorpius an endearing shy smile.

Scorpius shook his hand, "Hi Al. I'm Scorpius Malfoy."

Al ran his hand through his hair once Scorpius let it go.

"Scorpius – that sucks" he quipped.

Yes I do suck. Scorpius thought, his mind firmly in the gutter.

"Yes, I think it's my dad's idea of joke. But he says it is a family tradition, to be named after constellations and such." He informed Al.

"Oh fair enough. I'm named after dead people – bit depressing but it could have been worse." He said as he started walking, Scorpius following in step with him.

Scorpius took a moment to admire Al's features. He was a very good looking boy, he was immediately attracted to him. Al Potter will be mine. He desired him so much and he didn't even know him that well. His dad was stupid for sending him here, he had sent him into the arms of the first boy he had ever really desired.

"I don't know how much of Hogwarts you know about?" Al asked.

Scorpius sent him a charming smile, "I've read 'Hogwarts: A History' and my family told me some things." He replied casually.

Al had stopped walking and Scorpius had to back track, "Al?"

He gapped at Scorpius, "You read, 'Hogwarts: A History'? The only other person I know to have read that is my Aunt Hermione." He sounded astounded.

Scorpius chuckled, "Yes I did. But everyone else has been here for five years and I wanted to try and be prepared." He lightly explained.

Al shook his head and grinned at Scorpius, "Well it's your lucky day, because you have been given me as your guide. And I know lots about Hogwarts, that isn't in any books. Like secret passageways."

Scorpius grinned back. Yes you are correct – it is my lucky day to have you as my guide.

Al rambled on about Slytherin being in the dungeons and that he'd be sharing a dorm with him and three other boys. Al gave the password and they entered the common room. A few people looked up and greeted Al.

Then a stocky looking boy, it was more fat than muscle, approached them. He eyed Scorpius, sneering in his face.

"So it is true, a Malfoy dares to attend Hogwarts" he spat the words.

Scorpius was expecting it really, but from the other houses not Slytherin. His dad had been completely honest with him about his and his family's involvement in the war. It was the main reason Scorpius had studied elsewhere.

"Obviously it is true, I'm not a fragment of your imagination. I can tell your too stupid to have that good of an imagination." He drawled, bored and calm.

"Like fuck I'm sharing a dorm with a Malfoy. They are worse than mudbloods." He snarled.

Al had his wand pointing at the boy, it was so quick Scorpius hadn't noticed he removed it from his sleeve.

"Back off Goyle. If you don't like it you can sleep in the common room. I suggest you get out of our way!" Al calmly said, but his voice was deadly.

Goyle glared at Al but stepped aside. Whispering, "Sleep with your eyes open Malfoy" as he walked by.

Al showed him the dorm room, "Sorry about that. Goyle has always been a thick headed prat. I guess some people still hold grudges on behalf of their parents. Stupid if you ask me. Everyone says I look just like my dad, but that's it – a part from that I'm nothing like him. I'm my own person. So it stands to reason, no matter what your dad, did or didn't do, your different and well you." Al finished lamely.

Scorpius smiled at him, he couldn't help smiling at him. He had never smiled so much in his whole life.

"Thank you Al. I've had it my whole life. Not only do I look like dad, my surname causes people to instantly dislike me. At least you look like your dad, but your surname has a positive effect."

Al shrugged, "I guess. But it's just as annoying. I get asked questions about dad all the time, I get compared to him. 'Oh your dad was a good flyer too' and 'oh your dad was worse at potions' I don't need a running commentary on my dad." He whined.

Then added, "Don't misunderstand me, I think my dad's great. I get on brilliantly with him, but no one else puts up with it. It is a burden."

Scorpius nodded, "No I know exactly how that feels. I have an open and honest relationship with my dad too. We get on well, just having a blip at the moment. But I'm sure once he realises he's being a prat he will get over it."

Al patted a freshly made bed, "This is yours. It's next to mine – think McGonagall arranged that. At least it's Saturday, you have today and tomorrow to get used to this place."

Scorpius sat on his bed, it was comfy – better than his one at the old school. He was also pleased that Al's bed was next to his.

"I hope we have some classes together. What NEWT's are you doing?" Scorpius lounged out on his bed and looked over at Al.

Al was perched on the edge of his bed looking at Scorpius, "I think McGonagall picked me to show you around as I was the only sixth year Slytherin that had the most subjects that you take. Not all, but the majority."

"So you really don't care that I'm a Malfoy?" Scorpius asked.

"Nope couldn't give two shits. Dad doesn't say much to be honest. He told us a few things, but nothing hateful. I think my dad has gotten over whatever history our dads shared. I guess that comes from growing up and having kids. It's a shame that not everyone can do the same." Al flicked his eyes to a bed across the room.

"That's Vincent Goyle's bed. He was named after his dad's dead friend – I know seems to be popular thing to do. Anyway I think his dad was friends with your dad and maybe that's why he dislikes you." Al sighed and flicked his eyes back to Scorpius.

Scorpius wanted to be honest with Al, he liked him and he wanted to gain his trust.

"Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle were my dad's friends, they were all trapped in the Room of Hidden Things. Crabbe the prat cast Fiendfyre and the place caught fire, Goyle and my dad were rescued. Vincent Crabbe burned to death. I guess Greg Goyle blames my dad and has passed his resentment for all Malfoy's onto his son, who he has named after Vincent Crabbe." Scorpius sombrely told a surprised Al.

"Oh I always thought Goyle was just a wanker. Vincent Goyle has never really made friends, he keeps to himself. He's a bully and well, I guess I should keep an eye on him." He finished.

"I think my dad was the one to rescue your dad? Not sure, dad doesn't like to talk about the difficult times."

Scorpius arched an eyebrow, "Dad told me everything. All the nasty horrible parts – I appreciate his honesty though. Yeah your dad rescued my dad – on a broom. Anyway enough about our dads and their history. We could go on all night if we did. How about you show me these so called skills at flying you mentioned earlier?"

Al face split into a smile, "Sure. Be warned Malfoy, I'll out fly you easily."

Scorpius stood and laughed, "We'll see Potter. I think you will be surprised."

-TBC-