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Full Title: Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?
Translation: Do you want to go to bed with me tonight?

FORGIVE MY BAD FRENCH! I WANTED TO BE UNIQUE! Plus, I think Score would totally speak french to Al to get him all smexed up.

I wish I did this line art... But it I colored it for Here is a little excerpt from a possible fic.

Al leaned over his book, the last of the girls trickling to their dorms, leaving him and Scorpius alone. The Slytherin common room could be a bit imposing, but Al had always loved it. The greens, silvers, and blacks had always given him a sense of tranquility. The soft, opulent fabrics rarely found in the other common rooms were bathed in a soft glow from the huge fireplace. Also bathed in that firelight was the most beautiful man alive.

Al always felt his heart constrict when he saw the beautiful blond that was Scorpius Malfoy. He once again smiled and bent over his potions homework.

Around midnight, Al snapped his book shut and stretched. He felt his bones creak and snap as the joints went back to the right places. He heard a rustling of clothe and suddenly, warm arms were encircling him. Al felt hot lips on his neck, causing him to groan, and he felt his chest exposed to the slightly chilly air of the common room.

"Score, we need some sleep," Al tried to protest, but all thoughts of protest cut off when he felt a soft hand slip into his boxers.

The blond was silent. Al reached back to detach Score, but said Slytherin's hand that wasn't groping Al grabbed his wrist. Score leaned in and ran a soft lick up Al's ear, causing him to shudder. He whispered something in French, and pulled back. Al smiled and all thoughts of sleep diminished, but his warm bed was definitely on his mind.

Description
Full Title: Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?
Translation: Do you want to go to bed with me tonight?

FORGIVE MY BAD FRENCH! I WANTED TO BE UNIQUE! Plus, I think Score would totally speak french to Al to get him all smexed up.

I wish I did this line art... But it I colored it for Here is a little excerpt from a possible fic.

Al leaned over his book, the last of the girls trickling to their dorms, leaving him and Scorpius alone. The Slytherin common room could be a bit imposing, but Al had always loved it. The greens, silvers, and blacks had always given him a sense of tranquility. The soft, opulent fabrics rarely found in the other common rooms were bathed in a soft glow from the huge fireplace. Also bathed in that firelight was the most beautiful man alive.

Al always felt his heart constrict when he saw the beautiful blond that was Scorpius Malfoy. He once again smiled and bent over his potions homework.

Around midnight, Al snapped his book shut and stretched. He felt his bones creak and snap as the joints went back to the right places. He heard a rustling of clothe and suddenly, warm arms were encircling him. Al felt hot lips on his neck, causing him to groan, and he felt his chest exposed to the slightly chilly air of the common room.

"Score, we need some sleep," Al tried to protest, but all thoughts of protest cut off when he felt a soft hand slip into his boxers.

The blond was silent. Al reached back to detach Score, but said Slytherin's hand that wasn't groping Al grabbed his wrist. Score leaned in and ran a soft lick up Al's ear, causing him to shudder. He whispered something in French, and pulled back. Al smiled and all thoughts of sleep diminished, but his warm bed was definitely on his mind.