Rushes Like Scratches

A Wizard's Guide to Pocket Dwelling - by hollycomb

Title: A Wizard's Pocket Guide to Dwelling 2 / 4 (Magical Guide to Staying in pocket)
Author: hollycomb
Translator: nefene
Beta : Fuffy
Rilettrice : Maryweather
To link, warning, notes, and so on, refer to Part 1

[Part 1]

Albus not seen for three days, although it sometimes feels, or thinks it feel, to move in the apartment during the night. Sometimes mistaken for the squeaking sound of the pipes leading from room to Albus that opens, and out only to find nothing but the moonlight in the living room.

When Friday comes home from work, Albus is sitting in an armchair in a posture that suggests a nervous Scorpius that look the same. He gets up as soon as he enters, in a false smiles and keeps his hands hidden behind his back. He has done something horrible or need a favor. Scorpius is happy just to look at his face, though at the same time it irritates him.

" What?" She asks, entering the kitchen. The cabinets are empty, but should have known, he is the only one who cares about spending.

" Nothing," said Albus. "How was your day?"

" All right. The shop was full and I - and yours? "When asked Albus realizes that it is not really listening, but still nodded eagerly.

" Um, I do not know, everything ok. Hey, could you do me a favor tonight? "

Scorpius would take at least pretend to have commitments, but Albus knows that it is not. Scorpius has always annoyed about his social life, which is entirely made up of the lunch breaks with Fuchsia and a weekly dinner with his parents. The justifications are not even Scorpius Lies can not stand the company of most people and can not afford to go out often. Formerly called Albus Scorpius often go out at night with his group of friends, an assortment of toxic out of work and two-bit criminals. Now he sees his "friends" rather than another one at a time, and Scorpius is no longer invited.

" What you need, Albus?"

We regret the tone that he used immediately. Albus dragging his feet, his eyes fixed on the floor, and Scorpius is held engaged with a jar of olives, feeling guilty even if he has reason.

" It's just that, um. I have to do an errand and I was wondering if you'd like to come with me. "

Scorpius opened his mouth to ask who is speaking, then remembers. It's almost the end of the month.

" Want to come with you seriously, or in your pocket?"

"In pocket ."

You a joke between them, a chance remark Albus who had become very literal to a combination of coincidences and unconscious efforts. Only a few months before leaving the school were sitting on the steps at the entrance of the castle to watch the students come and go in pairs and small groups, while many of the girls throwing winks of the eye to Albus. It was certainly the older boy wanted to Hogwarts - rich, charming, sporty, and a disaster already well established. When Matilda Robard had smiled gently persuasive, as he passed in front of them, Scorpius had giggled mockingly and beaten down on the tip of his textbook on which he was scribbling.

" What? "Albus asked with a grin, as he had already figured out.

" Nothing," he murmured Scorpius. Albus did not want to watch, certainly very pleased. "It's just that I hate that girl."

Albus had burst out laughing, slapping his knees, then he turned back towards Scorpius and had shrugged.

" Malfoy," he said. "You do me a dead man."

" Great."

" No, seriously. I wish I could, you know? Drive you around in my pocket. I do not know. "

Scorpius blush even now when we think, and every time that Albus asked to turn in its pocket. It was the best student of the Transfiguration of his year, and was obsessed with the idea of being able to will become an Animagus after graduation. It had taken him only six months of hard study and practice to reveal their animal form: a lizard bright green, fifteen centimeters long, with eyes blacks. Being Animagus is a result of which he is most proud of, and Albus had been the first in which he had said. He had been in his pocket for hours that day, while Albus squirming in laughter that had come the headaches. He was due back to take a human potion pain relief.

" 're better now?" Asked Scorpius.

" Um, yes. Now I feel good. "

"You commitments for next?"

Albus seems to hurt demand, which means yes, them. Scorpius turns into a lizard without waiting for an answer. Albus looked up from the floor, wondering how the budget will bring. Being close to his groin has some relevance, but prefers his shirt pocket, the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat.

" Well," Albus said, bending down and holding out his hand. Scorpius you climb, has always loved the way his legs scaly lizard appear to make a comparison of the palm Albus so smooth. He holds it carefully, took him to their bosom and let you climb into his shirt pocket, taking a hand in the slip case.

" Comfortable?" Albus asked, pulling her dress to hide the bulge on the chest. Scorpius obviously can not answer, but yes, it is comfortable.

During the trip he nearly falls asleep listening to Albus humming to himself. Take the Metro, avoiding possible complications that could cause the magic to transport Scorpius in his Animagus form from. Scorpius climbs back into the pocket with his little sharp nails and Albus deviates a little dress, so it can breathe easier.

" What is this thing wearing?" Calls for a Muggle to Albus.

" a costume," he says.

" For what?"

" a play in which I participate. "

Scorpius grunt, a groan quietly as it is in the form of lizard can only make a little gurgling throat. Albus has never been shy with Muggles and he always expects that someday one of them tell the truth.

" What kind of play?" She insists.

" Shakespeare."

" Ah! Which one? "

" Uh - "

If Scorpius could burst out laughing, while Albus sifts his mind in search of the title of a work of Shakespeare.

" King Lear," finally blurts out.

" Oh, wonderful! Interprets that part? "

" Uhm, the king. "

" It is a bit 'young man?"

" I have a fake beard."

" Uh-huh. Interesting.

Fortunately Albus reaches its stop before she could ask him where you recite this interesting adaptation of Lear. Albus's heart beat faster as he walks, throbbing under the fabric within which is hidden Scorpius. It is enough for him to be the vertigo when Albus knocks on the door.

" Hello, Mom," greets her when she opens it. Scorpius would like to return human instantly, as soon as he hears the voice falsely happy, almost broken by Albus and afraid for a moment to become unconscious. Albus can not have a true companion for those visits, only worsen things, but sometimes Scorpius want to be able to go with it remaining hidden under a cloak of invisibility, so as to shake the hand of those moments in which Albus trembles. But James is to have inherited the Invisibility Cloak, which had a fairly fundamental role in his political career. Scorpius moves inside the pocket of Albus, to remind him that he is there.

" Treasure" said Ginny, leading him inside. "Everything okay? You look a bit '- Come in, come! "

" I'm fine, "said Albus. You know that's not true, and he knows she knows. Scorpius is grateful for his mildly dysfunctional relationship with his father when he finds himself next to these two.

" How are you?", She asks when I'm in the kitchen. Arrange some sort of snack for her son. Scorpius is hungry, like eating ten crickets, but they should not be a lizard for much longer. These visits are always short.

" all right," Albus replied. Same questions, same answers, nothing concrete is ever said. Ginny Weasley has exceeded her husband's death better than most people expected, and she is not the problem. Nor is the Albus problem - it tries, has long discussions with his sister about what went wrong between him and his mother. The "when" is easily identifiable. Albus would never have to share their suspicions about the death of his father with the rest of the family, and never would have wanted, but he was drunk. James does not speak more since then.

" must live with Scorpius Malfoy?" Asked Ginny.

" Yes, still is - is - me."

" Well, well. What a good boy. Surprising, considering her father. "

" is what they all say. "

" And the love life? "

"Of Scorpius?"

"No yours, fool,"

" Oh, uh, no. Not really. "

" You should get out more. You're leaving? "

" Yes mom. "

If Teddy knew the little that is left between them would disappear. Albus did not even ever confided Lily. His heart is beating fast enough to feel sick to Scorpius.

" So, uh," Albus says. Desperately wants to leave; Scorpius manages to feel like a part of the body of Albus, a small appendix just curled up under his skin. "I guess I need my allowance."

" Oh, sure!" Ginny does its best to erase any hint of feedback from your voice. "He is here ready - here."

" Great, thanks. Listen, I - "

" not want to eat something? "

He's already headed for the door.

" Actually I have already arranged to go - I actually see - some friends in town soon, and -"

" Ok, honey. Ok.

Albus stops a few blocks from the house of his pocket and pulls out Scorpius, which is found between two of the elegant buildings of the district of Ginny.

" human I need to come back now." Albus lays it on the lawn, and the contact with the green makes me want to go hunting for insects, which bothers him enough to bring it to return to human without much effort.

" Well," said Scorpius, grateful than ever to be free from anxiety to be small. Reach in and let the smaller Albus now holds it until a long-haired white dog barking out by one of homes. Dematerialize in the apartment without saying a word.

" is alone," said Albus, already in the middle of a conversation, or an attempt to begin, while Scorpius recover balance after the transformation and dematerialization. "It's just that-"

" I know."

" I need a drink." He goes into the kitchen, take a bottle from one of the lockers more high. "You want some?"

" Sure."

" Thank you for the first, though." Scorpius on your back, filling two glasses something dark - could be firewhiskey, bourbon, brandy - he never fails to distinguish them is equally difficult to put down.

" You know I'm glad to do it."

" Well . Thank you. "Back in the living room, hands him a glass. "Hey," he says, raising his own. "To pay the rent, right?"

" Right," Scorpius is one of the few people - perhaps the only one - who understands that, in its way, Albus struggling to pay its share of the rent more than it does him.

're in the middle of the room with their drinks, while Scorpius attempts to keep up with Albus, holding a coughing fit. Albus is silent, staring into space.

" I had to get out," Scorpius intervenes. Do not know why is remembering him, do not know why none of the things he does, if not for an obvious reason, which agreed with laconic resignation. He would do anything.

" Yeah," Albus emits a long sigh. "I have to meet this - Well. This guy. "

" Wizard or Muggle? " Albus is sleeping with both.

" Magician."

" Ah. Someone I know? "

Albus shook his head, staring at the floor. There was a time when Scorpius was telling every detail of his conquests. Not sure why it is no longer the case.

" Can I come?" Asked Scorpius. It's a little ' drunk, is already struggling to keep up, aided by the fact that he does not eat anything from noon.

" If you're trying to ask me if I'm going to fuck me, yes, this is so," Albus burst out, throwing a look furious.

" But do not tell me." Scorpius chuckles in his empty glass. "I was asking you that. I would really come. "

" Uhm. What? "

"Do you remember Roger Krump?"

Albus gave him a long look, suspended somewhere between a smile and a grimace.

" fucking serious?"

when they were in their seventh year at Hogwarts, Albus had had an affair with Roger Krump, the boy more reserved, closed, and less gay of their year. Scorpius had pretended not to believe him, he knew that Albus could have anyone who loved challenges. She was trying mainly to irritate Albus, who was so determined to convince him that he had offered a live show. It happened in the prefects' bathroom, Scorpius hidden behind a curtain, three in the morning. He came twice, she barely had to touch his penis while watching Roger Albus enter, saying, you like, do you, fucking bitch. He hated Roger, and himself - and Albus - when everything was over. But nothing he does go out of my mind that the very thought of that night - even sex with Albus had been comparable. There was too much to think about.

" I'm not kidding. If you do not mind. I think it might be fun. "

" funny. "

Scorpius is going to retract, to pretend that it is a joke - in front of the expression of Albus & ndash but then:

" Yes, of course. Ok.

" Yes?"

" Yes, damn beast." Albus is a broad smile. "Of course. I do not mind an audience. "

Scorpius Animagus before it reverts to one of us can think better. Albus holds out a hand, this time puts it in his pants pocket. Drink another glass before going out the door.

There are the sounds of the street - cars and people passing them by, laughing. Albus Scorpius does not know where it's going, and what worries me and excites at the same time. His heart was pounding inside his little body, and wonders what to feel while remaining in his Animagus form. Albus still want to know, no matter in what form they are - even being so close to the warmth of his groin gave him dizzy with desire, and has no way of doing nothing in that body. In any body.

hears the loud music, and Albus you are approaching. He stops for a moment, take a breath that shook his whole body.

" not do anything crazy," he says. Scorpius would shout to him, are a fucking lizard, what the hell could I do? Produce, while Albus starts walking, he must have talked to himself.

The music inside the premises in which Albus enters is deafening, but Scorpius hears him beat someone's hand in greeting.

" Hey," his voice above the music. "What are you drinking?"

" Golden Glass, "the man says. "You want some? '

" Sure. "

Scorpius regret already to have come with him: The Golden Glass is a combination almost lethal Elisir d'Euforia and Firewhiskey. Albus will go out of your mind and forget his presence. Scorpius will be lucky not to be trampled on, once his pants are on the floor of the apartment of this guy.

" I told my mother that I went out to meet the son of Harry Potter," the man says. Pulls him closer to him, almost suffocating Scorpius for a moment, but Albus is pulled back, giving him room to breathe.

" was impressed?"

" course. If only I knew what to do with him. "

Scorpius wants to throw up, but is content to pull out his tongue. Who the hell talks about his mother to an appointment?

" That would be, exactly?" Asked Albus. Scorpius can not understand if we are serious or is playing a part.

"fuck until he screamed."

Original, would mean Scorpius. Albus feels empty glass hit the bar.

"We go out here, "he says.

" Have you want, eh?"

" Yes"

They walk for a while ', and the noise of London on Friday night when they are dispersed in a building and start climbing the stairs. None of them speaks. It's not like he had imagined Scorpius, Albus happy and relaxed and nonchalant, but perhaps it does so because he has a witness with him.

" Nice place," said Albus as they enter the apartment, giving him the feeling he's talking to him, describing the scene that can not see. "What's in quell'acquario?"

" is a Kappa. Son of a bitch. I was nearly bitten off his hand at once. "

" Cute. "

" Yes, I won a game of Gobbiglie. Come here. "

He starts with the seat belt Albus and Scorpius is terrified for a moment, sure it will be discovered. But Albus rises quickly and goes away pants, kissing a man and pushing him closer to the bed, leaving one hand free to Scorpius. It peeps out of his pocket to see the man lift his shirt to Albus the head. It looks better than Scorpius expected, incredibly high, at least two feet, with long hair blacks and pronounced cheekbones. He smiles at Albus Scorpius in a way that leads to desire to turn, grab him and run away from there, but he should have expected. Surreptitiously crosses the floor when they fall on the bed, climbs on the chest to get a better view.

" Get on your stomach," the man says, and Albus do as asked. Scorpius is hiding behind a pile of crumpled envelopes of Chocolate is on the mobile, enjoying the view enjoyed from that point.

" ass in the air," ordered the man, and Albus gets on his knees, his face still pressed against the mattress. In its form of cold-blooded lizard may only feel the redness in his mind, but seeing Albus fours, dazed and with her legs spread, hits him again strong.

" 're trembling," says the man when he kneels behind him. He smiles. "Nervous about a fucking twenty-four cm banged up my ass?"

Albus grins with an air of mockery, then swallows it wisely could make any comment about having had a larger . The man just gives you a slap on the buttock, and Albus swallows loudly, turns his face against the mattress. The stick man is on the table, at your fingertips. That of Albus is on the floor, in a pocket of his clothes abandoned.

" What a sweet ass and round you, Potter," says the man, stroking. "It gives you almost an air of innocence."

" I could be innocent, if you will," Albus proposes. "I would implore you not to."

" I do not like that shit of staging," replies the man. He bends down and his tongue makes a circle around the anus of Albus, panting and pushing back, the sheets in his fists tight. The man opens it for good, holding.

" Preview"

" Yes, yes - only more deeply ... - Yes. "

The man obeyed and pushes his tongue deeper inside Albus, making him yelp of pleasure and bringing it to go to meet him. Scorpius can see her back already glistening with sweat, and does not know how the man can not get just sitting and admiring amazement how beautiful her whole body flushed, how terribly wonderful in its being so pathetic and needy. It is difficult to even continue to look at it, but Scorpius does not look away.

" Come here and suck the bird, Potter."

All - all of them - have to lay off to call him Potter. Albus gets up and turns around, takes the man in the mouth with an impatience that Scorpius says. The last time they were together, drunk on the couch in the apartment, Albus was brought to its knees and separate the legs of Scorpius as if he had waited a lifetime just for that privilege. And it was good, above. Not that Scorpius if it were not expected, however.

" Yes, well," urges the man, smiling slightly, eyes shut and her head thrown back, still kneeling. It is attractive, thin and pale, and almost that Scorpius would not, will not be distracted. Reports look at Albus, who is bent, it is argued with one hand while stroking the other man's testicles, which turns out to be hairless with dismay. Is there a spell for that, Albus had mentioned him, laughing and saying that he would never pointed at the wand at your bird out of vanity or for any other reason. Scorpius suddenly felt a twinge, like a stone stuck in him, as if Albus was not quite there, as if all of a sudden had to find a way to get there.

" Bravo," the man says, holding his breath, Albus and understand the signal, and sit back and looks up at him. Scorpius hate them both for the expression on the face of Albus - eyes wide, mouth open, waiting for instructions.

" That damn cute nose," said the man, taking her chin in one hand of Albus. It is distracting, and his face loses some of the previous hard, then bends down to kiss Albus, who is allowed for a brief moment before turning around.

" I want to fuck with you lying on your back, before" the man says, but Albus rest your palms against the headboard of the bed.

" prefer that, "reply. The other does not question his cock wet and almost purple for the excitation pressure - will not last much. The wail of the throat that Albus issues while the other slips inside he does shake the consciousness of Scorpius so suddenly that he is afraid of falling out of drawers, human again.

" Yes," the man says, while enjoying the word slips out, slow and soft. Begins to move carefully, trying to last as long as possible. Scorpius is not surprised that he used a potion to enhance his performance, but perhaps was too drunk to think about it and buy some '. He's sorry that almost everything is already ending, mostly because it will have to face Albus.

" like you, Potter?" Asks the man, smiling, proud of himself. Albus Scorpius asks how many times I've heard those words, all of them.

" Yes," he says shaking the headboard. "But ... stronger. "

"Bully bastard," the man says, slapping her butt. It moves even more slowly. "I'll fuck up what I think. Yes - so. "

least can get it in hand. Albus takes care of his erection, stroking with a frenetic pace, adolescence. If this guy was really good to grab a hand, forcing him to wait. Instead, he pulls out almost completely, and groans when you push it back inside, always slowly.

" you like to be fucked strong, right?" She asks, with a mocking tone.

" Yes - please -"

" Please? You're praying? "

" Please, please, oh - god - please - "

" What do you want? "Asks man. It has completely stopped moving now. Albus is the limit, flexed his fingers on the sheets.

" Fuck me, please, strong -"

" I just want this shit, eh, Potter?"

This guy would almost have to call him Harry.

" Yes, so, so -"

" So what?"

Did he just said , Scorpius would scream. If he were able, would be sweating all over the furniture, would be sitting in a puddle. Albus is incredibly sweaty - and the other man, both drenched and breathless - and the guy can not wait any longer, no more, so Albus gives a miserable couple of sharp thrusts before coming, uttering a strange yelp. Albus masturbating, while the man wanders around the room looking for the stick and gives you clean up. He turns and keeps staring at the ceiling once he has finished, her eyes vacant, breathing heavy, then take a look at the room looking inquisitive Scorpius, which lies behind the curtains before he remembered that he brought Albus there consciously.

" Want a drink?" The man asks, turning to look at Albus as if it were a state that has just earned. Albus and Scorpius is sticky and exhausted hopes that say no. He wants to take it home, clean it up to sing him to sleep, watch it get out of that kind of fever.

" Do you have a beer or something? "Albus asked, keeping his elbows raised. "I'm already pretty screwed up."

" But really," says the man, leaving the room with a laugh. "I'll go get a beer, Mr. Potter."

Scorpius down from the cabinet as soon as it goes, and Albus's eyes dart toward him. It remains to fix the time of a few deep breaths, then gets up, wearing shirt and pants and shoves angrily Scorpius in your pocket.

" Have you already covered?" Asked the man when he comes back with the beer. Albus takes it, and drank almost all in one go. "How about a second round?"

" Tomorrow morning I get up early," says Albus. Lay the bottle on the chest and fastens the belt. Scorpius slips deeper into the pocket, has seen enough.

" It was fun," says the guy kissing him somewhere, but not Scorpius on the mouth as he can hear them down the rest of the beer. "You could repeat, one time or another?"

" One time or another," Albus seems to have disgusted him. So why, why, why all that? But Scorpius knows, you know - is disgusted with himself, but will redo it again, he's doing to become a full-time hobby.

There are murmured good night, and the air becomes colder than the night noisy. Albus walks quickly down the road and Scorpius expects to stop in an alley and leave it out, let him turn, but instead keep walking. Do not pull out of his pocket until he reached the apartment. The laying on the floor, and walks away. Scorpius takes its shape, the frightening feeling that something is really wrong increases exponentially when the human back.

Albus was in the bathroom. Scorpius hear the water running in the sink, and reconsiders his thoughts on the fact that Albus wash. You may enter with an indifferent air, open the shower, use the wand to clean his clothes in an instant. Instead, enter in the kitchen, check out the lockers. Still empty.

" I will not do it anymore," Albus says the opposite side of the room, and Scorpius turns, sees him leaning against the wall, half drunk, the shadows like bruises on his face . It has a silly thrill of hope, thinking for a moment that Albus does not mean that you will ever lay on his stomach for a man like that, but then realizes what he's talking about.

" Ok," answered Scorpius embarrassed. "But no - you can not take it with me. Were in agreement. I did not put a stick in the back. "

" Solo - "Albus closed his eyes, raises his hand. He turns to his room, he stops at the door and leans against the wall, it seems unsteady on their feet. "Shit," says frozen in place, as if he just realized he forgot his wallet.

" Albus-"

" do not know why I let you see it," she murmurs and then in his room, slamming the door behind him.

" You've already done before today," said Scorpius anyone. But that does not look a thing like it had been at Hogwarts. Albus did not grin, did not wink at Scorpius as his bed partner has been turned back. He did not smile at anyone.

[Part 3]