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seethingheathenTitle: Not - Part Two.
Author: Sonja.
Pairing: Albus Severus/Scorpius, Albus Severus/OFC
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters. This part is R for language and mentions of (heterosexual) sex.
Disclaimer: Messrs Potter and Malfoy belong to JK Rowling. I’m just borrowing them for a bit. I don’t even pretend to have permission to abuse them so.
Summary: Believing something doesn't make it true.
Author’s Note: I'm shooting for angsty humour here, but I'm much better at reading it than writing it.
Part One is here.
Chapter Three
James leant over behind Mimsy and tapped Albus on the shoulder. “After I help the first years get their bearings, I'd like a word,” he whispered.
“James-”
“No, not about that. About something similar to that but not quite that.” He pointed at Mimsy's back. “So wait for me in the common room.”
“I can't promise that,” Albus answered. “But if I'm there, I'm there. If I'm not, well, don't come find me.” He went back to ignoring James and let Mimsy put one last spoonful of raspberry trifle into his mouth before taking her hand and leaving the table. A few of his friends gave encouraging thumbs-up, and Albus grinned salaciously. James just shook his head. He knew Albus wasn't a little kid any more, and he didn't need his big brother's protection, but it was still difficult for him to stand aside.
“I never thought your brother'd go for a tart like her.”
James turned around to see Scorpius standing behind him. “What difference does it make? And what business is it of yours?”
“Well,” said Scorpius, “suffice to say I know a little about things like this. May I?” He gestured to the empty space on the bench. James nodded. “And I know you wouldn't want to discuss it here, but I think I can help.”
“One, I'm not surprised. And two, there is nothing to help with.” James tossed his napkin onto his plate and crossed his arms. “But thank you all the same. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have firsties to organise.”
“Fine, but I'd appreciate if you didn't tell anyone I told you. No one knows, and I'd like to keep it that way.”
“If you're trying to blackmail me, I'm not going for it,” James said quietly. “But I won't tell. Not because I'm worried about you opening your mouth, mind, but because I don't really care what you do with your life.” With that final word, James got up and left the table.
--
Albus didn't wait for James. He took Mimsy straight up to his dorm to take advantage of the fact that for the next few minutes at least, they would be alone. “I'm not going to lie, Mims,” he said, once they were sitting on his bed and behind a silencing charm. “I have a problem that I know you can help me with.”
“You're a virgin,” Mimsy said, and giggled. “No worries. We'll have that little situation dealt with in no time.” She removed her robe and tossed it toward the foot of the bed. “You just lie back and relax, and I'll make sure you enjoy yourself.” Mimsy unhooked her bra and shook her shoulders so that if fell into her lap. Albus watched as her breasts jiggled, and she laughed. “You can touch them if you want.”
Albus tentatively reached out and placed his hand on Mimsy's left breast. He'd never actually seen naked breasts in person, much less touched them, and he wasn't sure whether he should squeeze or not. So, he just sat there with his arm outstretched.
“You really are a virgin, aren't you? That's a bit surprising, honestly.” Mimsy took hold of Albus' right hand and placed it against her chest. “Play with them a little; you won't hurt them.”
Albus swallowed nervously and cleared his throat. His hands remained still. “I've had girlfriends. Three of them.”
“And they never let you do this?” Mimsy covered both of Albus' hands with hers and squeezed. “They feel nice, don't they?”
“Holy fuck, it's true!” Albus pulled his hands back and covered his face. “Oh, Merlin's balls, it's true.”
Mimsy didn't quite know what to do, so she burst out laughing. “What's true?” she finally managed to ask.
“Look, Mims, I don't think I can do this right now. It's been a long day, and I think I'm just going to go to bed.”
“Yeah, okay.” Mimsy shrugged and reached for her bra. “But can I say we did it anyway? I sort of have a perfect record, and-”
“Sure, fine, whatever,” Albus said absently. He took a deep breath and ran his hands though his hair. “I'd appreciate that, actually.”
“Whenever you want to give it another go, you know where to find me.” She leant forward and kissed Albus on the cheek. “Help me mess up my hair. I'd do yours but you already look like you've just had the best shag of your life.”
Albus smiled a little at that, and leant over to tousle Mimsy's hair with both hands. Her hair was soft and curly, and it smelt nice, like a girl's hair ought to smell, and he liked it. And he was definitely turned on by it, which came as a relief. “Is it too late to change my mind?”
“You sure? Because I won't be upset if you don't want to.”
“I'm sure,” Albus said, biting his lip. “I just got nervous, is all. Afraid I'd do something stupid. So, you just tell me what to do, and I'll do it.”
Mimsy smirked. “I'll go easy on you. Just take off your robe and lie back against the headboard.” Albus unfastened the top few buttons of his robe and pulled it off over his head. Mimsy took it and set it with hers, and then gently pushed Albus backwards. “You'll like this, I promise.”
--
When Albus awoke the next morning to find Mimsy had gone, he wasn't sure whether he should be insulted or relieved. Not that he'd had any delusions about their relationship, but it would have been nice to know if he'd at least done a half-way decent job, even if he hadn't really done much. He'd just lain there and tried to last more than five minutes whilst she rode him. And he almost made it, the first time. The second time had been a bit better, but not my much. The important thing, as far as Albus was concerned, was that he was most definitely not homosexual. Breasts he could do without, he decided, but the rest of the package was fucking fantastic.
Albus hurriedly dressed and headed down the stairs to the common room, knowing James would be there helping the first years with their first full day at Hogwarts. Luckily for them it was a Friday, and classes didn't start until the following week.
As he came around the curve of the staircase, Albus spied James holding court in front of the fire place. He walked over and waited for James to finish answering one particularly nervous student's question before dramatically flinging his arms over his head. “I did it! And you know what that makes me?”
“The last in a long line?”
“Oh, piss off. You know what I mean.”
“Well, good on you,” James said in a bored tone. “But that means fuck all. You could be, er, equal-opportunity.”
“As much as I know you hate being wrong, you're going to have to face the fact that you are.” Albus put his hands on his hips and stuck his tongue out. A couple of the girls giggled.
“Oh, yes. How very rude of me.” James indicated Albus with a sweep of his hand. “This is my brother, Albus. He's a git at the best of times, but if you overlook that one flaw, he's actually a nice fellow. Say hello to the firsties, Albus.”
“Hello to the firsties, Albus,” Albus said, rolling his eyes. James was in show-off mode, and the new crop of Gryffindors were eating it up. “And good-bye to the firsties, Albus. I had a very busy night, and I'm half starved.”
“We were just about to head down to breakfast ourselves. Weren't we, girls?” James winked at the four girls huddled together on the couch, and Albus suppressed another eyeroll. “So why don't you walk down with us?”
“Because I'd like to preserve the last remaining shreds of my dignity.”
“Are you saying my firsties embarrass you?” James splayed his hand over his chest in true Thespian fashion. “That hurts, mate. It really does.”
“No,” Albus said, trying not to show his amusement. “But I can't be seen walking into breakfast with you, you ginger freak.”
“Oh, that's right, you're a man now.”
“Got it in one,” Albus answered, and turned toward the portrait hole. “And Mum says Lil's the smart one.”
--
When Albus took his seat at the Gryffindor table, his friends immediately started peppering him with questions about the previous night. “Must have been a good one,” said Miles. “You certainly slept late enough. We were wondering if you would ever make it down here.”
“A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell.”
“Oh, please,” Preston sputtered. “This is Mimsy-bloody-Pickett we're talking about. There's no way all you did was kiss!”
“Did someone say my name?” Mimsy called from down the table. “Albus Potter, don't make me tell them about your freckles!” That was enough to get everyone within earshot roaring with laughter. “He's got four of 'em right on his-”
“Never you mind my freckles,” Albus called back. “Just never you mind them.”
“There went that last remaining shred of dignity,” James said, plunking down next to his brother. “Now the whole school knows you've got a freckled willy.” This sent their end of the table into fits again. “And I'm sure old Madame Hooch really wanted to hear that.” James speared two fat sausages and put one on his plate and one on Albus'. “Eat up, Al. I know how much you love sausage.”
Albus scowled momentarily, but then forced a smile. “It would appear that you do as well,” he managed, indicating James' plate. “Perhaps I should owl Mum and Dad?”
“You know,” said James, before biting off the end of his sausage, “the more defensive you get, the more I'm convinced that my initial observation is correct.”
“Yeah, well, don't speak with your mouth full.”
“So you've moved past denial, I see.”
“What's Al in denial about?” Preston asked. “The freckles on his cock?”
“Why do you care so much about my cock, anyway?” Albus dropped his fork onto his plate and got up. “How many girls to I have to fuck before you shits believe that I'm not fucking queer?” He all but ran from the Great Hall, leaving students and staff alike in a stunned silence.
Over at the Slytherin table, Brendan stared in slack-jawed amazement at the door as it closed. “Holy shit,” he said after a moment. He looked over at Scorpius, who appeared completely unaffected.
“That's putting it rather mildly, don't you think?” Scorpius wiped the toast crumbs from his mouth and set his napkin down. “But I suppose that gets us off the hook. James can't murder us now.”
“You two knew about this?” asked a Slytherin seventh year. “How did you find out?”
“I know nothing,” Scorpius answered, and took another bite of toast.
[Continued here]
Author: Sonja.
Pairing: Albus Severus/Scorpius, Albus Severus/OFC
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters. This part is R for language and mentions of (heterosexual) sex.
Disclaimer: Messrs Potter and Malfoy belong to JK Rowling. I’m just borrowing them for a bit. I don’t even pretend to have permission to abuse them so.
Summary: Believing something doesn't make it true.
Author’s Note: I'm shooting for angsty humour here, but I'm much better at reading it than writing it.
Part One is here.
Chapter Three
James leant over behind Mimsy and tapped Albus on the shoulder. “After I help the first years get their bearings, I'd like a word,” he whispered.
“James-”
“No, not about that. About something similar to that but not quite that.” He pointed at Mimsy's back. “So wait for me in the common room.”
“I can't promise that,” Albus answered. “But if I'm there, I'm there. If I'm not, well, don't come find me.” He went back to ignoring James and let Mimsy put one last spoonful of raspberry trifle into his mouth before taking her hand and leaving the table. A few of his friends gave encouraging thumbs-up, and Albus grinned salaciously. James just shook his head. He knew Albus wasn't a little kid any more, and he didn't need his big brother's protection, but it was still difficult for him to stand aside.
“I never thought your brother'd go for a tart like her.”
James turned around to see Scorpius standing behind him. “What difference does it make? And what business is it of yours?”
“Well,” said Scorpius, “suffice to say I know a little about things like this. May I?” He gestured to the empty space on the bench. James nodded. “And I know you wouldn't want to discuss it here, but I think I can help.”
“One, I'm not surprised. And two, there is nothing to help with.” James tossed his napkin onto his plate and crossed his arms. “But thank you all the same. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have firsties to organise.”
“Fine, but I'd appreciate if you didn't tell anyone I told you. No one knows, and I'd like to keep it that way.”
“If you're trying to blackmail me, I'm not going for it,” James said quietly. “But I won't tell. Not because I'm worried about you opening your mouth, mind, but because I don't really care what you do with your life.” With that final word, James got up and left the table.
--
Albus didn't wait for James. He took Mimsy straight up to his dorm to take advantage of the fact that for the next few minutes at least, they would be alone. “I'm not going to lie, Mims,” he said, once they were sitting on his bed and behind a silencing charm. “I have a problem that I know you can help me with.”
“You're a virgin,” Mimsy said, and giggled. “No worries. We'll have that little situation dealt with in no time.” She removed her robe and tossed it toward the foot of the bed. “You just lie back and relax, and I'll make sure you enjoy yourself.” Mimsy unhooked her bra and shook her shoulders so that if fell into her lap. Albus watched as her breasts jiggled, and she laughed. “You can touch them if you want.”
Albus tentatively reached out and placed his hand on Mimsy's left breast. He'd never actually seen naked breasts in person, much less touched them, and he wasn't sure whether he should squeeze or not. So, he just sat there with his arm outstretched.
“You really are a virgin, aren't you? That's a bit surprising, honestly.” Mimsy took hold of Albus' right hand and placed it against her chest. “Play with them a little; you won't hurt them.”
Albus swallowed nervously and cleared his throat. His hands remained still. “I've had girlfriends. Three of them.”
“And they never let you do this?” Mimsy covered both of Albus' hands with hers and squeezed. “They feel nice, don't they?”
“Holy fuck, it's true!” Albus pulled his hands back and covered his face. “Oh, Merlin's balls, it's true.”
Mimsy didn't quite know what to do, so she burst out laughing. “What's true?” she finally managed to ask.
“Look, Mims, I don't think I can do this right now. It's been a long day, and I think I'm just going to go to bed.”
“Yeah, okay.” Mimsy shrugged and reached for her bra. “But can I say we did it anyway? I sort of have a perfect record, and-”
“Sure, fine, whatever,” Albus said absently. He took a deep breath and ran his hands though his hair. “I'd appreciate that, actually.”
“Whenever you want to give it another go, you know where to find me.” She leant forward and kissed Albus on the cheek. “Help me mess up my hair. I'd do yours but you already look like you've just had the best shag of your life.”
Albus smiled a little at that, and leant over to tousle Mimsy's hair with both hands. Her hair was soft and curly, and it smelt nice, like a girl's hair ought to smell, and he liked it. And he was definitely turned on by it, which came as a relief. “Is it too late to change my mind?”
“You sure? Because I won't be upset if you don't want to.”
“I'm sure,” Albus said, biting his lip. “I just got nervous, is all. Afraid I'd do something stupid. So, you just tell me what to do, and I'll do it.”
Mimsy smirked. “I'll go easy on you. Just take off your robe and lie back against the headboard.” Albus unfastened the top few buttons of his robe and pulled it off over his head. Mimsy took it and set it with hers, and then gently pushed Albus backwards. “You'll like this, I promise.”
--
When Albus awoke the next morning to find Mimsy had gone, he wasn't sure whether he should be insulted or relieved. Not that he'd had any delusions about their relationship, but it would have been nice to know if he'd at least done a half-way decent job, even if he hadn't really done much. He'd just lain there and tried to last more than five minutes whilst she rode him. And he almost made it, the first time. The second time had been a bit better, but not my much. The important thing, as far as Albus was concerned, was that he was most definitely not homosexual. Breasts he could do without, he decided, but the rest of the package was fucking fantastic.
Albus hurriedly dressed and headed down the stairs to the common room, knowing James would be there helping the first years with their first full day at Hogwarts. Luckily for them it was a Friday, and classes didn't start until the following week.
As he came around the curve of the staircase, Albus spied James holding court in front of the fire place. He walked over and waited for James to finish answering one particularly nervous student's question before dramatically flinging his arms over his head. “I did it! And you know what that makes me?”
“The last in a long line?”
“Oh, piss off. You know what I mean.”
“Well, good on you,” James said in a bored tone. “But that means fuck all. You could be, er, equal-opportunity.”
“As much as I know you hate being wrong, you're going to have to face the fact that you are.” Albus put his hands on his hips and stuck his tongue out. A couple of the girls giggled.
“Oh, yes. How very rude of me.” James indicated Albus with a sweep of his hand. “This is my brother, Albus. He's a git at the best of times, but if you overlook that one flaw, he's actually a nice fellow. Say hello to the firsties, Albus.”
“Hello to the firsties, Albus,” Albus said, rolling his eyes. James was in show-off mode, and the new crop of Gryffindors were eating it up. “And good-bye to the firsties, Albus. I had a very busy night, and I'm half starved.”
“We were just about to head down to breakfast ourselves. Weren't we, girls?” James winked at the four girls huddled together on the couch, and Albus suppressed another eyeroll. “So why don't you walk down with us?”
“Because I'd like to preserve the last remaining shreds of my dignity.”
“Are you saying my firsties embarrass you?” James splayed his hand over his chest in true Thespian fashion. “That hurts, mate. It really does.”
“No,” Albus said, trying not to show his amusement. “But I can't be seen walking into breakfast with you, you ginger freak.”
“Oh, that's right, you're a man now.”
“Got it in one,” Albus answered, and turned toward the portrait hole. “And Mum says Lil's the smart one.”
--
When Albus took his seat at the Gryffindor table, his friends immediately started peppering him with questions about the previous night. “Must have been a good one,” said Miles. “You certainly slept late enough. We were wondering if you would ever make it down here.”
“A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell.”
“Oh, please,” Preston sputtered. “This is Mimsy-bloody-Pickett we're talking about. There's no way all you did was kiss!”
“Did someone say my name?” Mimsy called from down the table. “Albus Potter, don't make me tell them about your freckles!” That was enough to get everyone within earshot roaring with laughter. “He's got four of 'em right on his-”
“Never you mind my freckles,” Albus called back. “Just never you mind them.”
“There went that last remaining shred of dignity,” James said, plunking down next to his brother. “Now the whole school knows you've got a freckled willy.” This sent their end of the table into fits again. “And I'm sure old Madame Hooch really wanted to hear that.” James speared two fat sausages and put one on his plate and one on Albus'. “Eat up, Al. I know how much you love sausage.”
Albus scowled momentarily, but then forced a smile. “It would appear that you do as well,” he managed, indicating James' plate. “Perhaps I should owl Mum and Dad?”
“You know,” said James, before biting off the end of his sausage, “the more defensive you get, the more I'm convinced that my initial observation is correct.”
“Yeah, well, don't speak with your mouth full.”
“So you've moved past denial, I see.”
“What's Al in denial about?” Preston asked. “The freckles on his cock?”
“Why do you care so much about my cock, anyway?” Albus dropped his fork onto his plate and got up. “How many girls to I have to fuck before you shits believe that I'm not fucking queer?” He all but ran from the Great Hall, leaving students and staff alike in a stunned silence.
Over at the Slytherin table, Brendan stared in slack-jawed amazement at the door as it closed. “Holy shit,” he said after a moment. He looked over at Scorpius, who appeared completely unaffected.
“That's putting it rather mildly, don't you think?” Scorpius wiped the toast crumbs from his mouth and set his napkin down. “But I suppose that gets us off the hook. James can't murder us now.”
“You two knew about this?” asked a Slytherin seventh year. “How did you find out?”
“I know nothing,” Scorpius answered, and took another bite of toast.
[Continued here]
