Under His Spell ~ A Scorbus Smutty Story

17 - Healing and Harmony

Albus

I took the invisibility cloak and shut the dorm door behind me.
I didn't want to wake the other three or have to be around Scorpius, so I decided to shower at the quidditch changing rooms.

I staggered through the castle and hiked to the quidditch pitch. The wet mud soaked through a tear in the soul of my shoe. I didn't have enough energy to repair it in that moment. I'd deal with the chilling numbness.

I didn't realise the rain until I took of the cloak when I got to the back of the pitch. I took the door into the Slytherin changing room for boys. Before I even tried to clean myself up, I lay on the wooden bench which ran around three out of the four sides of the room.

The wall to the left of me was had an empty doorway which lead to the showers. I lay on a the bench to my right and stared longingly at the showers opposite. My adrenaline had left my body and I felt every cut, bruised and dent in me.

After lying for an undeterminable amount of time in the dark, I sat up. My neck and back ached to keep my head up. My numb fingers bashed mindlessly at the buttons on my shirt.
"Fuck!"
The noise broke the silence.

I immediately felt stupid and immature. Slumping back against the cold walls, I stared into nothing, fighting the pressure to fall asleep.
Fuck the others, I should have just showered in the dorm!

A golden glow illuminated the dank space. Scorpius hoped off my broom and entered the changing room. He noticed me and set a lantern down in the centre of the room. He was in his Slytherin pyjamas, with a thick green dressing gown over them.
"Let's get you cleaned up."
"Why-"
He smiled innocently and shrugged.
"Couldn't sleep."

He began to strip me, every item was lain on the bench next to me. Only thing I had left on was my underwear.
"Scorpius is this-"
"Don't get into fights if you don't like this part."
"I didn't, Bradley-"
"Don't!" He told me.

He stood up and took of his dressing gown and pyjama shirt before helping me into the showers and turning the hot water on. Soon the room was filled with steam. I sat on the floor almost motionless as Scorpius rinsed blood out of my clothes.

"C'mon, get up." He said.
"I can't my legs."
"Albus."
I groaned. I stood up and leant against the walls. Scorpius scrubbed my body with one of the towels he'd brought. He reached my lower back.
"Ow! Be gentle."
"Dried blood is surprisingly hard to get off."

"It's sore." I moaned.
"I'm not surprised, you're red all over. Ugh! Albus it's in your hair!"
He started massaging his fingers through my hair.
"We're going to Madam Pomfrey tomorrow when you wake up."
"No, no, no! McLaggen said if this got traced back-"

"Realistically, what's he going to do!" Scorpius snapped. "I don't know what curse he used on you, but you've got bloody bruises everywhere. And don't try and cover for him by saying you fell or something."
"I won't... I am truly sorry for cheating."
Scorpius cleaned a cut just below my navel particularly roughly.

"What's done is done." He stated simply.
I started getting mildly aroused as he knelt in front of me and used his thumb to lightly wipe blood off the base of my cock, from cut on my thigh.
"Wait... are you?" I asked hopefully.
He look very unimpressed.

"No. I'm not that stupid."
He continued to stare at me. Just in case, I quickly covered me balls.
"Wasn't going to do that either." He told me, removing my hands from their defensive position.
He stood up and turned me around, slapping my ass.
"You're clean. Bruised as a peach, but clean."
"Thank you." I said, walking out of the showers.

Scorpius performed some heating charms on himself, me and my clothes. Once we were dry, he gathered the towels and lantern he brought and I hid us under the cloak.

As we flew back the the castle, he wrapped his arms lightly around my body. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck.
"I didn't think you'd follow me."
"I didn't either." Scorpius replied.