[LOG] Dreams can cause problems

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Where: The Slytherin Dormitories
When: ~Mid-October, 2021 (fifth year)

Albus was standing with his back to the wall of the Slytherin common room, the cold from the stones seeping through his jumper and accentuating the temperature gradient from his back to his front, which was quite warm, given that he was pinned between the wall and the person before him, whose warm mouth was covering his own, robbing him simultaneously of breath and the strength in his legs.

Alby, of course, was finding that he didn't care about breathing or standing at this point, fingers catching in the other's jumper as a groan tried to escape his throat, only to be swallowed by the other's lips and teeth and tongue. Then the mouth pulled back just a bit, allowing Alby to take a breath, drawing enough air to push one labored word past his swollen lips.

"Scorpius," he breathed, as long pale fingers brushed over his own jumper now, his skin prickling at the touch even though there were two layers of clothing between Scorp's hands and Alby's chest. Somehow this seemed so right, that Scorpius was the person pinning him to the wall, kissing him like this, that it wasn't Alby doing the pinning or the kissing and that the the other person wasn't any of the girls that Alby had ever tried and utterly failed to date. This was Scorp and there was no one in the world Alby would prefer to be this close to, ever again. They had the whole of the common room to themselves - the whole of the castle to themselves, he felt. It was dizzying. It was what he wanted, what he wanted all the time and now that he had it, he wanted to stop time so he wouldn't ever have to think about parting.

Alby's eyelids fluttered open as the other's mouth touched the corner of his lips lightly; Scorpius looked down at him, flashing a calm, demure smile that did nothing to hide the strong undercurrent of possession that Alby could practically feel rolling off the taller boy in waves, and suddenly his hands slid back down Alby's front to his waistline and below, pressing firmly right there and Alby gasped -

"S - Scorp!" Alby jerked awake, heart racing; he blinked in the darkness of his enclosed four-poster bed for only a few seconds before he realized two very important things, neither of which boded at all well. First, he'd actually been calling out for Scorpius, because he could hear shifting outside the curtains of his bed as though the other had woken at his cries.

The second was that he was rather painfully - and quite obviously - hard.

Oh, fuck -

Alby hand't had one of these dreams in weeks - it had been one small stroke of luck, when everything else had gone wrong for a while, but now that things had finally almost gotten back to some semblance of normal, Alby realized that, as the shuffling beyond the curtains of his bed grew more distinct, they were about to take a turn for the decidedly suicidal. He scrambled desperately for the coverlet - he'd thrown it off in the midst of his dream, and he desperately scrabbled for it, bunching it over his midsection before whoever was out there - oh God it probably was Scorp - opened the curtains and saw.

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"S-Scorp!"

The voice intruded into his dreams, and Scorpius jerked awake immediately. The voice had been Alby's, calling out for him, sounding pretty desperate. Disoriented, it took him a while to get his bearings before he reached behind his pillow for his wand and shoved his bed covers aside in one big heap.

Lumos. Scorpius jumped a little as his bare feet contacted the cold, damp stones of the Slytherin dormitories. Shivering, he nevertheless padded as quickly as he could over to Alby's bed and threw open the curtains.

"Alby! Are you okay?"

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This might very well be the first time in his life that Alby really, really did not want to see Scorp, but that was exactly who threw aside the curtains of his bed only seconds after he'd (hopefully, oh God) managed to pull the covers up enough to hide his problem. He drew his knees up to his chest, wincing, and stared at Scorp with wide eyes for a moment, before he realized that he had absolutely no way to explain this.

"Uh - " His mouth hung open a moment as he blinked in the wandlight illuminating the small, enclosed space of his bed. He felt a lot like an animal backed into a corner. The feeling in his groin only intensified as suddenly his imagination reared up with a vengeance, supplying him with a number of ways this little scene could play out. None of which were at all realistic. Or possible.

He was still staring at Scorp - worse, while his imagination had been trying to weave its sick little spell over him he'd been leaning closer. Alby began inching away now, towards the other side of the bed. "Uh - I'm fine! I just... I'm sorry I woke you and it's nothing I think I just have to gotothebathroom-" Alby said in a rush, nearly falling out the other end and running for the bathroom he and his dormmates shared.

Cold shower. He needed a very cold shower. Right now. Before Scorp saw. Before Alby's life came to an end. Oh God why did he want Scorp to touch him so badly right now?

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Scorpius stared at Alby as he tumbled out of bed, and not even reacting to the cold of the floor, disappeared into the boys bathrooms. Alby was already gone by the time Scorpius had even thought to offer some sort of assistance, despite the rushed statement that Alby was fine.

Scorpius considered his options carefully, he could either go back to bed, which would leave a mystery unsolved and his best friend in the bathrooms. Alby must have had something that hadn't settled with him very well, or he was coming down with an illness that was making him throw up his dinner. There was no other explanation for why Alby had scrambled for the bathrooms that quickly.

Opening the door to the boys bathrooms, Scorpius shut it behind him and tentatively asked, "Are you feeling all right, Alby? Do you need anything?" He walked by the row of stalls that served half of the Slytherin boys dormitories and realized that Alby wasn't in any of them. "Alby?"

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Alby had already managed to get his pyjama shirt off and thrown it on the floor near the showers when the single worst sound he could have possibly heard echoed quietly through the bathroom.

Scorp's voice.

Alby had to get rid of him - he had to get rid of him now - before he exploded. Possibly quite literally.

Alby really wanted to die. He didn't think he'd ever wished so fervently to die before in his life. But that wasn't an option, right now, so he took a deep breath, tried to force his expression into something other than desperation, and poked his head around the corner.

"I'm okay - I d-don't need anything," he said, in what he hoped was a passable imitation of his normal voice. Hopefully Scorp wouldn't notice the strain underneath it, or the fact that Alby wasn't letting anything more than his head and one shoulder clear the corner. "I just had a bad dream and I'm going to take a shower. You can go back to bed."

He slipped back around the corner again, practically tearing off his pants and running awkwardly for the showers, where he spun one of the taps just enough for water - freezing water - and placed himself directly in its path, gasping as he was suddenly drenched in a frozen downpour.

He stared at the erection between his legs. Go away. Go away. Scorp is right out there you need to go away -

Of course, the fact that Scorp was out there seemed to divert even more blood in the wrong direction; Alby braced himself against the wall with his hands and tried to think disgusting thoughts. Or anything, really that didn't involve Scorp being so close, because if he did round the corner and see Alby like this...

Well, he supposed drowning himself in the lake wasn't a bad idea. It couldn't be colder than this.

[OOC: I think we decided it was kind of like a locker room shower thing? Though I'm assuming it's obviously around a corner and somewhat secluded; he'll also have his back to the door, just in case.]

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Scorpius frowned. He'd never heard of anyone having a nightmare and subsequently deciding to take a shower in the middle of the night. He'd actually never heard Alby say he had ever had a nightmare either, and wondered if this was the way he dealt with it. Scorpius supposed a hot shower was better than nothing, if dream really was that bad.

"Oh...all right, then," Scorpius said hesitantly he heard the shower run. He reached to adjust his glasses and realized that he'd forgotten to put them on in the scramble to get to Alby's bed, and had hardly noticed the blurriness of the world without them. If any of the other Slytherins saw him without his glasses, it would totally ruin his image.

"I'll...be back in the room if you need anything," Scorpius said, before leaving the bathroom and padding back to his own dorm.

He found his glasses next to his bed and put them on. He stared at his bed for a moment, not really feeling sleepy. There was something that didn't quite add up. So Alby wakes up in the middle of the night, crying his name, then runs off to the shower because it was a bad dream? There was something fishy up, Scorpius was sure. If Alby wasn't puking his guts out in the toilets, he couldn't really be showering, could he?

Scorpius was halfway back to the bathrooms to check up on his friend, or at least be in the vicinity when his body alerted him to the fact that it was Alby, possibly quite naked, in the shower, and that he was going to be near enough to hear, if not peek around the corner and see.

Shit.

Scorpius felt his body responding to that thought and he froze in his steps. Bloody hell! He reached in his pants to rearrange himself, but even in his loose pajamas, it was horribly obvious. Okay. Scorpius took a deep breath, his brain quickly coming up with a plan. He'd hide himself in a toilet stall, pretend he was using the bathroom, and then that way he'd get to hear what Alby was up to without having to see him, or be seen by Alby, and he'd be close enough by if Alby needed anything. Perfect.

Trying to ignore the erection between his legs, Scorpius pushed open the door to the boys bathroom quietly, and tiptoed into a stall. He shut the door quietly, locking it in place and stood still, trying not to breath too loudly lest he miss any sound which would give him an indication was to what Alby was really up to in the shower.

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Alby nearly crumpled with relief as he heard the door shut again - thank God Scorpius was gone, because Alby's erection most certainly was not. The freezing water wasn't really doing anything for him - other than freezing him - and it was only making the ache between his legs more intense. Trying to think about anything other than the fact that the blonde was in the next room was decidedly not working, either. It only kept giving his imagination something to grasp at and latch onto, making his need that much sharper.

Minutes passed, and thanks to his overactive imagination, Alby was still as turned on as he had been when he'd stumbled into the shower. But he couldn't stay in here forever - Scorp would start looking for him if he took too long - and there was only one other way he knew of to get rid of this particular problem. He'd sworn never to do it again - but really, said a small, insistent voice in the back of his head, was that a reasonable oath to swear? To never wank off again, just because he was going to think about Scorp every time he did it? Scorp wouldn't know - he would only know anything if he ended up getting worried and coming back in here and found Alby still in the shower with a straining erection that refused to go away. That really left him with little choice, and it was with a surge of guilt-laced excitement that Alby swore quietly and took one hand off the tile in front of him, reaching down to wrap his fingers around himself and try one stiff stroke.

"Nngh -" He bit his lip, thinking that this was why he didn't usually take care of the problem himself. It felt too good. It was too tempting to imagine that the hand wasn't his, that it was Scorpius's - especially now, in the shower, with everything numbed and slick and the number of ways in which his fingers felt different from Scorp's were not as obvious.

"Come on - " he muttered, as though that would help, grasping more firmly and speeding up the strokes. "Just..." It was about then that he gave in to the number of mental images all crowding at the forefront of his mind for his attention: images of pulling Scorp on top of him in bed, of Scorp coming in and offering to help him, images of Scorp peeling off his clothes and stepping beneath the spray behind him.

He could practically feel the other at his back, imagining one long arm snaking around to take over for Alby, imagining the pointed chin resting on his shoulder and whispering words of affection. Alby leaned forward more, resting his forehead on his arm as he braced himself against the wall, fingers tightening again. "Please.... come on -" His breath was coming much faster now. He was almost there. Almost.

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Scorpius listened intently, trying to filter out the sounds Alby might be making in the shower from the echoes of water cascading over tile floors. He frowned, cocking his head in the direction of the showers, but all he heard was the water, and all his mind could think of was the throbbing between his legs. It had gotten worse; the mere thought of Alby, naked and a little vulnerable in the boy's room was definitely turning him on. Scorpius groaned inwardly, Alby would never talk to him ever again if he knew that Scorpius was a...a...toilet rabbit. Scorpius winced. He'd just made that word up, but it seemed fitting for the situation of spying on his best friend in a bathroom stall with a raging hard-on. Oh Merlin, what depths had he sunk to? He hadn't meant to end up like this, he had only been trying to help, but now he felt like he was stuck here at least until he was sure that Alby was feeling all right.

The sounds in the room changed subtly, and firmly putting his arousal out of his mind, Scorpius listened. The sound of the shower was still there, but instead of the continuous crash of water on the floor it had started becoming rhythmic. Scorpius listened for a few more moments before realization dawned on him. His jaw dropped in disbelief. Had he not been fearing discovery, he would have banged his head on the stall door a few times before running back to his bed, pulling the covers over his head, and praying desperately for sleep to overtake him.

Alby was wanking in the shower. Wanking and moaning, if he heard correctly. A look of complete, surprised disbelief on his face, Scorpius simply stood in the stall, trying to decide what to do. The situation had just hit rock bottom, it couldn't get any worse than this. He was not only a toilet rabbit, he was a filthy toilet rabbit who was listening to his best friend wank off. His only two choices were to stand here stupidly and pretend that what was happening wasn't, or he could make a mad dash for the door, hope that Alby wouldn't notice any sounds he might make, and pretend to be asleep when Alby got back in the room.

Scorpius wondered if he should stay and listen, after all, what were the chances of catching Alby in the showers alone again? Scorpius shook his head and grimaced. It just didn't feel right. No matter how much he wanted to jump out of his clothes, run into the shower and wrap his arms around Alby's waist and help him along, Alby was his best friend, and they were always just going to be friends.

"This is wrong," Scorpius mouthed silently, shaking his head. His arousal was telling him that there were more important things than his morals, but his mind told it to shut up and stuff it. At least if he was going to be wanking, he'd be wanking his own bed. As quietly as he could, Scorpius unlatched the stall door and ran to the door, opening it the smallest crack before he slipped through. He nearly dived for his bed, pulling his curtains shut and heaving his blankets on him before even daring to take a breath.

He really hoped that Alby hadn't heard him run out, because there was really no logical explanation for his actions. Not to mention that his erection would be the hardest part to explain away, nevermind the toilet rabbit bit.

Scorpius rolled onto his side and waited, but the room was still. The door was still closed, and Alby was evidently still in the bathroom. Finally, Scorpius heaved a sigh of relief. He wondered if he'd be able to sleep in this state. Probably not, he realized as he closed his eyes and tried for a few moments. He was not nearly tired enough, not with his heart still thumping in his chest from his narrow escape.

Reluctantly, Scorpius reached down his pajama pants and grasped himself. He hoped that Alby would take long enough to allow him to finish first, because there was no way he was going to get to sleep otherwise.

[OOC: Wow, I totally didn't intend for Scorp to end up like that, but he did, which I guess goes to show how much Scorp really wanted to wank off to Alby too! XD

Will Scorp finish in time, or will Alby get back in the room first? :D It's all up to you! XD]

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If Alby heard anything at all, it never made it past his subconscious to his conscious, because that was currently occupied with a rather elaborate fantasy that was the only way Alby could get himself over the edge fast enough. He was hot and cold at the same time - the water was still freezing, and his shoulders and back were starting to grow quite numb, but he was hot from the inside out and every flick of his wrist was only making him hotter. He really was almost there, and every second he thought about Scorp being in the shower with him brought him closer. The imaginary Scorpius in his mind only laughed, a low chuckle, and whispered something sexy and dirty and that was it, Alby was over the edge and his hips were bucking as his hand was covered in more than just water.

"S-sc-mmmn!" Alby bit his hand firmly as he came, stifling any unwanted cries hoarsely in the cold skin as he screwed his eyes shut, nearly forgetting to breathe for a moment before he began to slump over, feeling alone and empty and dirty even though he was still standing underneath the freezing shower spray -

COLD!

Suddenly Alby's senses seemed to begin working again with a fervor, and he was absolutely freezing and he nearly yelped, just barely holding the exclamation in as he shook out his hand to clean it off and grasped for the tap, twisting it the other way until the spray became a trickle and then nothing, and Alby stood shivering over the drain and realized, belatedly, that he had no towel.

... Well, shit.

Alby shook his head fervently, flinging droplets of water off, before reaching up with hands shaking with mostly cold and a little post-climax fatigue to try and wring a bit of the water out of his hair. He hurriedly brushed more droplets from his goosefleshed skin, running his hands up and down over his arms quickly, trying to build up some friction to warm himself up again.

But there really was nothing for it. He was going to have to put his pyjamas back on, wet and frozen as he was, and crawl back into bed and try to go back to sleep. And pray that Scorp had bought his (admittedly lame) explanation and had already fallen asleep once more.

Pulling pyjamas on over wet skin was difficult and uncomfortable, but somehow Alby felt like he deserved much, much worse than to have to suffer through the rest of the night cold and wet. He felt like he ought to go fling himself in the lake, for imagining those things about Scorp, for wanking off when his best friend was in the next room sleeping. He was dirty, he was awful, and as he slowly trudged past the sinks and mirrors, Alby paused to look at his reflection, which stared miserably back at him, hair wet and stringy and skin pale and wet.

"Albus Severus Potter, you are a horrible wanker of a friend and you deserve to go jump in the lake and drown," he told his blue-lipped and dripping reflection miserably. But the Albus Potter in the mirror offered no words of encouragement or derision, and after a moment Alby turned away again, padding back to the door, hands still vainly trying to restore circulation in his arms through rubbing.

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He blinked owlishly in the dark, finding the way back to his bed mostly by feel, so that he didn't hear anything until he had climbed into his bed and burrowed under the covers, wishing he could feel his nose so he'd know it hadn't fallen off - though wishing much more fervently that this sort of thing would never, ever happen again. He didn't know if he could live with himself if he ever did something like this again.

After a moment, though, something did start to register as odd. It sounded like Scorp was... either awake and doing something strange, or asleep and having some sort of nightmare. His breathing wasn't even, and he seemed to be moving about a bit. Alby very nearly threw off the covers and stuck his head out of the curtains to see if he could tell - or help - but a fresh wave of guilt at the realization that he'd just wanked off to dirtier-than-normal thoughts of Scorpius kept him firmly curled in a shivering ball underneath his damp covers.

[OOC: I think Alby was pretty close to done when Scorp left, so I'm guessing Scorp's not done yet. >>; Though, uh, Alby's stupidity might just save the day? Depending on how quiet Scorp can be. XD; Also, I don't know why, but the term "toilet rabbit" is just... adorable. ::dies:: XDDD]

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Scorpius was beginning to hate himself. He'd wanked off nearly every morning over the summer in his bed, trying hard not to think of Alby but failing miserably at it because Alby invariably always turned up, and he wouldn't be able to finish himself off unless Alby was there at the end. It had made him incredibly grumpy the first week, not to mention distracted, which is why he'd buried his head in his schoolwork. Unfortunately he'd gotten all of that done the first week he'd been home, which left him wanking off in the mornings before breakfast and nothing to do afterwards but distract himself with more involuntary thoughts of his best friend in all sorts of compromising circumstances.

He'd been mostly able to suppress his urges now that he was seeing Alby every day for classes but now everything had come back at him full force, and it was so hard not to close his eyes and bury his face in his pillow, and imagine that it was Alby's hand around him, pushing him to climax. He was so wrapped up in his fantasy, of Alby curled up beside him, their limbs all tangled together as they explored, that he hadn't noticed when the door had been pushed open with a quiet creak, and Alby had padded toward his bed with the soft slap of wet feet on stone. Scorpius's breath caught when he heard Alby's sheets and curtains rustle, and he cursed himself silently for not paying better attention. After all, his dad always said that the first makings of a good martial artist was awareness, and Scorpius had never claimed to want to be a good martial artist.

"Dammit," he said, berating himself in his head for not being more on his guard. Now Alby was awake in his room, and he was still slowly--as quietly as he could, rustling the sheets as little as possible--wanking off to thoughts of Alby. Scorpius curled up in his side, moving his wrist back and forth and hoped that Alby would go to sleep soon, because there was no way he was going to be able to wait for Alby to fall asleep without going absolutely mental.

He had to finish off as soon and as quietly as possible. Squeezing his eyes shut, Scorpius envisioned the sexiest thing he could think of, which was the two of them naked in bed at night, with Joe, Alex, and Zach asleep, wanking each other off and snogging like there was no tomorrow, trying to see if they could make each other climax without waking up their dormmates. It was a terribly naughty fantasy that always made him feel a bit unclean afterwards, but he still liked it best nevertheless. Feeling himself reach his climax, Scorpius bit down on his lip to keep from crying out and tensed, trying to move as little as possible as he felt his warmth shoot over his hand and into the space between his sheets. And he'd have to sleep in his own mess too, he thought with despair, because he didn't dare cast a tergeo spell on the off chance that Alby was still awake.

Opening his eyes again, Scorpius drew silent, deep breaths, as he began to soften and thank god he could sleep. The silence from Alby's side of the room he took as either that Alby was asleep already or that he hadn't heard a thing--or at least hadn't heard anything suspicious enough to investigate--which meant that if Alby did ask in the morning, Scorpius could claim that it was a bug bite itching on his skin or something. Some bug bite, he thought miserably. He took off his glasses which were still on his face, and shoved them to the side of the bed. He lifted the covers over his head miserably, not feeling much better for having solved his problems, and rolled over. At least he hadn't stayed for Alby to finish, he thought as he resolved to get some sleep before the morning bell rang for breakfast, that would have made him the worst sort of best friend that had ever existed.

[OOC: Oh my god, poor Alby! He's going to catch cold or something for having a freezing shower and then having to sleep all damp and wet! D: Poor thing!

And I got the term "____ rabbit" from this hilarious British comedy called "The IT Crowd" where one of the main characters ends up underneath the desk of a female co-worker, and his friend has to rescue him cause he doesn't want to end up getting called a "desk rabbit."

Huurrrr, I'm creative. D: *NOT*]

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Alby still wasn't sure what was wrong with Scorpius - he heard the other boy roll over a few more times, but after another moment he fell completely silent and Alby figured that maybe it really had been a nightmare or something, and now it was over. Alby sort of wished that he'd really had a nightmare earlier that evening - now, instead, what had happened in the bathroom felt like a nightmare. What was he going to do if this happened again? He wondered if silencing charms on his curtains might work - they'd at least keep any noise from escaping, if he ever called out for Scorp in the middle of a dream again.

He shivered again, curling up a little more and closing his eyes, wishing now for sleep to overtake him. He didn't want to think about what had happened - or how close a call it had been. The only way he was going to find the strength to act normal tomorrow morning was in the fact that Scorp hadn't seen, and he still thought Alby just wanted a shower because of a bad dream. Alby nearly groaned out loud, just thinking about the number of possible disasters he'd averted, and took a deep breath, realizing that despite being cold, wet, and guilty, he was also tired, and settled into a mind-blanking pattern of counting breaths until, just past thirty-five, he fell asleep once more.


[OOC: I was just thinking that. D: Maybe he'll have a bit of a cold for the next couple days. I guess a towel wasn't exactly high on his list of priorities. ^^;; Poor Scorp, too, for not being able to clean up. D: ::pats him:: I wonder if in the morning Alex or anybody is going to wonder what all the ruckus was about in the middle of the night. XD I'm guessing if anyone heard anything, they went immediately back to sleep, but still. XD

Haha, that's awesome. It still sounds somehow cute. XD I like it~]

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Scorpius hardly felt like he'd slept at all when the morning bell woke him up. He groaned and felt around for his glasses, putting them on before swinging his legs out over the edge of the bed, spreading the bed curtains and yawning. Alex, Joe, and Zach were up already and in the middle of getting dressed, looking ten times more awake than he was.

"What time is it?" Scorpius asked, his eyes still half-shut and bleary. He rubbed his eyes beneath his glasses, trying to wake up.

"Fifteen minutes," Joe replied, shrugging on his jumper and fixing the knot in his tie.

"Shit," Scorpius grumbled, jumping as usual every morning as his feet touched the cold floor. He hopped his way on his toes over to his drawers where he mechanically began digging for a clean shirt. After a few moment he heard some sounds coming from Alby's bed, and his friend poked his head out the curtains.

Merlin, Alby looked terrible.

"Are you all right, Alby?" Scorpius asked again, concerned with the state his friend was in. Alby looked like he'd hardly slept at all, despite how well his night had apparently gone.

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Alby thought he heard something like the morning bell, but it couldn't possibly be the morning bell because he had just closed his eyes...

But he heard movement oustide the curtains of his bed, and then talking, and he realized with no small amount of dismay that it had indeed been the morning bell he'd heard. He shifted slightly, muscles stiff and cramped from sleeping curled up in a ball; at least he was mostly dry, though his sheets still smelled of damp. He fought his way out from beneath his blankets and pulled one bedcurtain aside enough to poke his head out, cracking open his eyes and squinting in the light of the dormitory.

His head felt like it was filled with cement, and he was still freezing, despite the fact that he was dry. He really did not want to get up and go to breakfast, let alone class. What he wanted to do more than anything else was go back to sleep, and stay that way until he felt better able to deal with the world.

He realized belatedly that Scorp had been talking to him. Something in the pit of his stomach twinged at the other's voice, but it was all right - he might have come off as incredibly daft last night, but at least Scorp had no idea that Alby had done anything as dirty as wank off to thoughts of his best friend in the shower with him. And, if there was a God, it would never happen again.

Alby opened his mouth to speak - nothing came out, and he coughed, then tried again. "I'm okay," he croaked, stiffly pulling his legs out from beneath the covers to put his feet on the floor. He really felt not okay at all, but what was the use of saying he wasn't? Then Scorp would fuss and make him go to the hospital wing, when he would probably be fine. He deserved whatever he got, anyway.

He shuffled over to his dresser, ignoring the looks Joe, Alex, and Zach were probably giving him and his worse-than-usual bedhead, and began searching for pants and his jumper. Maybe that would warm him up.

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Scorpius watched Alby shuffle out of bed, his hair sticking out in all strange directions. There were dark circles under his eyes and he looked a bit paler than usual. Scorpius also noted that Alby was shivering. He was about to say something about it, but thought better of it. He'd just wanked off to thoughts of Alby last night, he was in no position to comment on the state of his best friend in the morning.

Scorpius didn't even want to think about what happened last night. The sequence of events kept playing through his head, and every time he thought about it the worse he felt. He couldn't even leave Alby alone in the shower when he was wanking. At least Alby wasn't bringing it up, which meant he didn't know, and that was probably worse.

Scorpius fixed his tie and pulled on his jumper, noting that Alby was shivering as he dug around his dresser, looking for his clothes. Firmly putting last night's events out of his mind, Scorpius went over to Alby's wardrobe and pulled out his school robe.

"Here," Scorpius said, sticking out to Alby to avoid the temptation of draping it over his best friend's quivering shoulders. "You look cold," he said. "Maybe you should take a nap instead of going to Charms."

[OOC: D: Do we have any idea where this is going? XD Cause I totally don't! *gigantic sweatdrop*]

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Alby took the robe gratefully, pulling it around him over his pyjamas and staring at the shirt and pants he'd just pulled out of his dresser. "Yeah? Maybe..." In reality, that sounded like one the best ideas he'd heard in a long time. Though, he realized belatedly, he must look pretty miserable if Scorp was suggesting skipping a class. Not that Alby minded. Charms was a subject he was all right at, he could catch up.

"You do look like hell," Alex pointed out bluntly, passing by them on his way to the door as he fiddled with his tie. "Were you sick or something last night? I heard you running around."

Alby paled. He'd heard? But he obviously didn't think anything of it - which was good, really good, and Alby wasn't about to outright contradict the explanation he'd made up. "It was nothing - just a bad dream. I didn't mean to wake you up."

Alex shrugged. "Didn't keep me up for long. Went right back to sleep. Don't worry about it, mate." Joe finished pulling on his robe then, and the two of them, followed by Zach, headed out the door with a short wave to Alby and Scorp.

Alby sighed, but he really was very exhausted. He turned back to Scorp, ducking his head a little. "I think I will take a nap," he said, putting his shirt and pants back into the dresser. "I'm really sorry about waking you up last night, by the way. It won't happen again." At least, he really hoped not. Not like that.

"Go on so you're not late," he offered with a small smile - as bad as last night had been, at least Scorp didn't know the truth of it. And that meant Alby had something like a second chance, in a way, because he just had to act normal and never, ever do anything like that again and everything would be all right. Because he really wanted everything to be all right.


[OOC: Uh. XD I don't think I know either, other than making them more miserable. D: I suppose we can just end it hereabouts, if you like? Ah, the poor boys. XD]

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Scorpius kept his mouth firmly shut as Alex asked Alby about last night. Alex had heard? It was a good thing he hadn't gotten up to investigate. Scorpius heaved a mental sigh of relief. "See you at breakfast," Scorpius waved, as the three boys exited to grab seats at the Great Hall before all the food disappeared.

Scorpius shrugged as Alby apologized to him, trying to act like he hadn't known that Alby had been wanking off in the showers. His mind briefly wondered what Alby had been thinking of, but that particular line of questioning always depressed him. No doubt the answer contained girls or women some sort, something Scorpius was definitely not interested in.

"It's all right," Scorpius replied, putting on his robe and making sure he had his wand and all his books in his bag. "I went back to sleep anyway. I hope the dream wasn't too bad," he said with a shrug. He wanted to offer to let Alby talk about it if he wanted to, because that's what he used to do with his mother when he had nightmares in the middle of the night, but he didn't want to hear the details if Alby wanted to tell him the truth. Knowing that Alby was straight was bad enough, having to listen to exactly how straight he was was a torture session that Scorpius wanted to avoid as much as possible.

Scorpius shouldered his bag and headed out, pausing to turn at the doorway. "I'll take good notes for you," he said simply and walked out.

The Great Hall was filled with its usual student body when he found a seat next to Joe.

"Alby looks like shit," Joe said simply, looking to Scorpius as if he had all the answers.

Scorpius looked back impassively. "He had a bad dream."

"Heard the showers last night," Alex said from across the table, spearing a sausage with his fork and wolfing it down.

"Oh," a look of realization dawned on Joe's face. "So he does it at night then." He nodded and then returned to his scrambled eggs.

Scorpius looked from Joe to Alex. Zach was nowhere to be seen, probably at the Hufflepuff table with his girlfriend. "What?"

"Wanking, mate," Alex said, spearing another sausage and waving it at Scorpius. "Everybody does it," he said matter-of-factly. "I've always just sort of wondered when Alby does it."

Scorpius looked between his two dormmates with disbelief. "What the bloody--"

"Look." Alex wolfed down another sausage and put his work down. "We're fifteen. Of course we wank. It's bloody hard to find a time and a place to do it when nobody's in the room, so I've got to make sure nobody has overlapping wanking times and places, because that could get awkward real fast."

Joe usually didn't like agreeing with Alex, but he nodded his head reluctantly. "It's a good thing Alby does it in the middle of the night."

Scorpius rolled his eyes at the ceiling. He was absolutely sure somewhere that his ancestors were playing a huge cosmic joke on him. No answers came from above. "I cannot believe I'm having this conversation."

"So when do you wank off, mate?" Alex asked.

"None of your business," Scorpius snapped. He was not getting involved in this conversation.

Alex put his arms in the air innocently. "I'm just trying to avoid awkward situations here, mate."

Scorpius put his fork down. He was done with breakfast. "If you haven't caught me already, then you never will all right?" He grabbed a plate and heaped some pancakes and butter on top, nabbed some silverware and got up. "See you in class," he said, rushing out of the Great Hall as fast he could, but not before he heard the last snatches of Alex talking to Joe.

"My God, I think he does it when we're in there. Must be when we're just falling asleep, or even in the mornings. That's disgusting."

If Scorpius hadn't already been on his way he out, he would have turned around and given his roommates a big "bugger off."

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He made his way to the Slytherin dungeons with the cooling pancakes. The room was silent when he got back, Alby must have fallen asleep. He gently set the plate of breakfast down on the nightstand next to Alby's bed, he'd be famished when he woke up. Then Scorpius turned and started back up the steps to the school, thinking that no matter what he did, he'd always wish he could be a better friend to Alby.

[OOC: I think we can end it here. :D

Where to from here? I was thinking of writing a log where Scorp tries to have a talk with Hawk about asking out other guys. D: Should I just write that? Or did you want to do Hawk? X3 I might also do a log where one of the Ravenclaw girls tries asking Scorp out and he rejects her. D: Maybe we should do that sometime close to when Scorp and Alby get together? Did you have any other boy torture in mind? XD]

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[OOC: Awwwww, Scoooorp~ <3 And OMG ahaha I was laughing so hard at Alex. XD That was truly awesome, seriously. ::dies::

Hrm~ Well, if you feel like just writing that yourself, that's cool - you might actually be better at writing someone like Hawk than I am. XD; I think he's kind of like a... slightly less party-animal version of Alex, or something. I could probably do Hawk if you want someone to play off of, but I definitely don't mind if you just want to do that one yourself~ And ooh, that's a good idea, having someone ask Scorp out and having him reject her. Would he tell Alby about it afterwards? :O

I might want to do something short with Alby watching Hawk for obvious signs of GAY, but I think that was the only narrative thing I had planned. I don't think I have any other torture in mind, but I'll give it some thought~ Having Alex and Joe confront Alby and Scorp separately trying to figure out what's going on might be interesting, though I think that might be fairly short as well... ]

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[OOC: Alex totally seems like the type of guy to nonchalantly talk about wanking, especially when it comes to securing a private time and place for himself. XD Glad you like it! :D

Sure, I can write Hawk by myself, I just wanted to make sure you weren't like...itching to play him or something like that. XD So yeah, two narratives for me then. I seriously can't think of anything major, though I really do feel like we maybe ought to do one more thing before Alby has the "so I have a friend..." talk with Scorp. D: Any ideas? I'm also thinking that Scorp might try talking with Professor Blackwood, cause he's the head of house and he seems like the type of person to know what to do. After all, it would be hilarious if Professor Blackwood gave him pamphlets on safe sex spells and stuff like that. |D Oh, high school memories!]

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[OOC: Yeah, Alex is great. XD I'm so amused~

Okay, sounds good then~ Yeah, I was kind of thinking... there's got to be something that kind of... precipitates Alby telling Scorp that he likes him, except I'm not sure what that would be. (Though maybe having someone else ask Scorp out first would do it, now that I think about it...) Either that or we have one more really awkward almost-something with them - I'm not sure what yet, but I'll try to think of ideas! Maybe something like one of them catches the other talking to Hawk, or maybe their dormmates bug them or something... I'm also thinking Lily might try to get herself involved, actually, because she'd have noticed Alby's been acting weird since the summer. :D;

Ahaha, yes, that would be totally hilarious if Blackwood gave Scorp a whole bunch of safe sex literature. XD That would be priceless.]

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[OOC: Ooh, I like the idea that after the last class of the day, the Ravenclaw girl pulls Scorp aside and asks him out. D: So Alby'll be there seeing someone else trying to go after Scorp and that'll precipitate the 'I have a friend' talk? :D

Hahahaha, I'm thinking that maybe Scorp should have the talk with Professor Blackwood after he and Alby get together. XD Maybe the professor will want to see him after class, since he's heard all the rumors. D: He'll probably want to be talking to Alby too, or maybe he'll get his wife to talk to Alby. XD That would be HILARIOUS!]

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[OOC: Oh yeah, and before I forget...do we know what the class schedule is like in Hogwarts? Given that Scorp is taking 10 OWLs, it's seems kind of hard to fit in 10 classes a day. @_@ (Well, even 9, if we're counting on the fact that Astronomy is at midnight.) Do they do a 3 classes/week thing and then kind of rotate? D: Do we even know? Should we draft up a schedule? What do you think?]

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[OOC: Yeah, I think that works, having Alby see the girl pull Scorp aside - that might just prompt him to try and talk to Scorp sooner rather than never. XD

|D Yes, if he waits 'till after and Professor Blackwood actually pulls him aside, that would be hilarious. XD I totally vote for that. It'll be priceless.

Hrm... I don't know what the classes are like, but I do get the feeling it's on a rotating schedule sort of thing? Because sometimes they have double periods, sometimes they don't, etc., etc., so I think they can't take all their classes during the day. I wonder if it's more like college, with a MWF and TR sort of thing? We can draft up a basic schedule, I don't mind - heck, we might actually want to implement the same sort of thing over at CoS?]

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[OOC: Yeah, I definitely seem to remember things like having double Potions or something like that. D: I like the idea of having a MWF or TR schedule for some classes. We should definitely try to work out a schedule for Chamber of Snogs too, I think. @____@ Oy. I'll see if I can get on that when I get home tonight. XD]

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[OOC: Yeah, it definitely seemed to be rotating to me. :D; Let me know if you want any help with it! I may actually be on AIM at some point, for a change. XD;]

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[OOC: I'm on right now, so pop on whenever! XD]