Under His Spell ~ A Scorbus Smutty Story

16 - Wandering and Woes

Albus

I kept walking in loops around the castle. I hadn't wanted to go back to the common room yet, but I eventually walked through it and to our dorm.

The dark wood door was all I could focus on. Just open it!
Inside someone wept.
Scorpius.
I'm so sorry... It wasn't my fault. I couldn't help it. I didn't think you'd find out!

The thoughts flew around in my mind until all but one cleared.
Bradley McLaggen.
I ran out the Slytherin dorm and up the marble staircase. The portrait of the fat lady startled awake as kicked the wall next to her.

"Who are you?"
"Albus."
"Ugh. A Potter."
"Get McLaggen."
"I beg your pardon."
"Just do it!" I yelled.
She rolled her eyes and walked out her portrait.

I leant again the opposing wall. Guilt dripped from my head to my toes.
I shouldn't have shouted.
The portrait opened and a tall boy stepped out.
"Incendio."
I flinched.

The dead torched on the walls sprung to life. His bronze skin glowed in the light and he wore only his robe, tied tight around his body.
"What?"
"I... I..."
Why didn't I know what do say? Idiot!
I hung my head in shame.
I should have planned something.

"I'm not gonna fuck you, so if that's what you want then-"
"I want you to explain to Scorpius."
"Explain what?" He demanded.
"That it wasn't my fault that we-"
"Wasn't your fault! I didn't force you to do shit. You liked it all you fag!"
"No. Stop. Please. I don't like it."

He took hold of a handful of my hair and forced me to look at him. His eyes were so beautiful.
"You better stop Malfoy from making a big deal out of this. If this all leads back to me, I'll beat you so fucking hard."
Pressure started to build up behind me eyes

"Shut up!"
I gave in and let streams of tears flood down my face.
"Stop threatening me. I'm scared."
He's such an cunt and in that moment I wanted to hurt him. I felt my face grow hotter.

"Don't pretend you didn't like it too." I said, no more than a whisper.
"What was that?"
"I said, don't pretend you didn't like it too! Because I know you did!"
He turned his back on me. I gained on him, taking a step closer after each sentence.
"You liked it when I had my lips around your dick. You liked it when you came on me. You liked it when you were inside me, when we fucked!" I hissed.

He was too fast. I didn't even hear the spell that he cast. There was a blinding flash of light and I was thrown against the wall. The air in my lungs was heaved out of me. The force of the spell held me against the wall for fleeting moments, before I fell onto my front.

I couldn't move my body. I could put my hands out to stop the stone from colliding with me. I lay still for a moment. The force of the fall had turned my head as I hit the stone. I saw the torches suddenly put out.

I lay in the dark. Eventually gaining senses back. I could feel a warm liquid, pooling around the left side of my face and the pain shooting across my body.
My muscles began to work again and I picked myself off the floor.

There's was a small puddle of blood where my face was and I touched my left cheek. My finger tips were red.
I limped back my dorm room and hobbled up the stairs, my back was so stiff , I couldn't move it.

I was by the door again. I took a deep breath and opened the door. The room was pitch black, only a small area around the hearth was lit. That's where he sat.

Scorpius was kneeling before the fire, remanence of the statues I had given him littered around the burning logs. Notes we'd passed to each other in class and a flower I'd put in his hair, all burning. His once white hair glowed like the fire. His skin appeared red and his tears shone with glints of scarlet and gold.

The door creaked. His eyes flicked briefly over to where I was standing. His hand tightened and around his wand. He rose onto his feet and wiped the tears from his eyes. He stared at me. Time seemed to stop. There were so many things I wanted to say in that moment

He raised his wand. A red glowed pulsed from it. Scorpius's expression tightened. He locked his jaw and his eyes were half closed, focused on me. His breathing was unfocused and heavy, occurring at erratic intervals.

Then suddenly, all at once, his eyes closed and he let out an exhausted breath. Scorpius's head tilted slightly. His shoulders loosened and tears returned to his eyes. The red light mellowed. He put his wand into an inside pocket of his robe. Turning, his robe flourished around him, hanging in the air for a moment as he knelt down by the fire.