Being the son of Harry Potter isn’t easy and being the brother of James Sirius “Golden Boy” Potter doesn’t make it any better. However, as obnoxious as his brother can be, Albus wouldn’t trade him for the world. When Albus accidentally stumbles upon a secret, it threatens to break apart his already complicated and messy relationship with James.
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As Albus writes his Muggle Studies essay in the Great Hall, a presence looms over him. It’s James, grinning widely with a chess set tucked under his arms. Albus spares him the briefest of glances before resuming his homework.
“I thought you went home,” Albus says.
James shakes his head, casually taking a seat at the Slytherin table.
“Change of plans, I decided to stay for the holiday.” Albus looks up from his essay as if James has grown two heads. “You don’t have to look so shocked, Al.”
“Do Mum and Dad know that you’re not coming home for Christmas?”
James waves a hand at Albus, dismissively
“I owled them days ago to let them know that I’m keeping you company as you serve out your time. You know, for almost destroying life as we know it and ushering in a new age of Dark Magic.”
“Ha. Really funny James.” Albus says dryly as he picks up his quill and begins to write once more.
“Anyways, they were fine with it,” James says, before placing his case on the table. “How about a game of wizard chess?”
“If you haven’t noticed, I’m in the middle of an essay.”
“It can wait. You have all of the break to work on it. Live a little.” Albus stops scrawling on his parchment to look up at James suspiciously. He is met with his brother’s impenetrable grin.
“We haven’t played wizard chess together since before Hogwarts.” Albus says. It’s been ages.
“So? What is your point?”
“So, I don’t trust it. There’s probably stink pellets or belching powder hidden away in that case. That’s what you do. You’re James Sirius Potter.” Albus flinches as James opens his case to reveal an ordinary chess set. James smirks smugly.
“While I appreciate that you regard me as the Prankster King–”
“That’s not what I said.” Albus interrupts.
“It was implied. However, I am seriously asking, nay, imploring you to play wizard chess with me.” James says as he begins to set up the board. Albus sighs as he puts away his homework. James’s triumphant grin does not go unnoticed.
“I’ll play on one condition, I want information.”
“Spoken like a true Slytherin.”
“Riddle me this: we haven’t played chess together in years. Why now?” Albus watches as James’s expression grows uncomfortable, his eyes flickering away as he plays with a chess piece. It seems strange to see James so hesitant.
“I should have done this earlier, but I just didn’t know what to say after–” There is a long pause. Albus sits patiently, waiting for James to gather his thoughts. “But–I keep thinking about Craig Bowker. I keep thinking about him and you and Scorpius on the Quidditch pitch that night. And maybe I haven’t been a good brother to you lately. And I know I make fun of you all the time. I keep thinking about that night because, it could have been you, Al. I couldn’t imagine a universe where I’m not bugging the shit out of you. A universe where we’re not brothers. And I don’t want to. I guess what I am saying is that–I’ve really missed you.”
Albus stares at his brother, paralyzed by James’s confession. Slowly, something starts to mend inside of him, like water filling in the empty spaces of a glass. Something that he didn’t realize needed fixing.
He is swirling with emotions. Doubt. Hope. Regret. Love. Albus swallows thickly. There is so much he wants to say to James.
That James is right; he hasn’t been a good brother. He should have been there. That, for the longest time, Albus has been angry with James. He’s still angry. And despite how angry he is, despite how obnoxious and pig-headed and self-centered James is… Albus couldn’t imagine a universe where he didn’t have James as a brother either.
Instead, Albus says, “We used to be so close.”
The weight of the world is in those words.
James nudges the board towards Albus.
Suddenly, this is no longer a mere game of chess. This is a second chance.
A subtle smile tugs on Albus’s lips as he reaches across the board to grab a white chess piece.
“Do you still play black?” James grins.
The present, Spring of 2025
“Would you like some help with the dishes Mrs. Potter?” Scorpius offers, after they all finish dinner.
Harry and Teddy retreat into the living room to discuss Teddy’s recent research trip to the Americas.
Ginny gives Scorpius a grateful smile. “Oh no, Scorpius. I’m sure that James or Albus would like to volunteer instead.”
“Ugh. Mum! Teddy just got back, and I wanna hear all about his trip. If Scorpius has so graciously offered to help with the dishes, who am I to deny him that pleasure?” James grins wickedly, wrapping an arm around Scorpius’s shoulder.
Rolling her eyes, Ginny shifts her gaze to Albus, who purposely avoids her eyes. He has no interest in doing dishes. Ginny sighs.
“Actually, help would be lovely Scorpius. Would you dry the dishes for me?”
“Nothing would make me happier!” Scorpius chirps, following Mrs. Potter into the kitchen.
Albus stands by the table, observing them quietly. His mum and Scorpius work in perfect sync, washing and drying dishes. From where Albus stands, he gets the perfect view of Scorpius leaning against the counter, charming a rag to dry the dishes. With a soft smile, warmth and fondness light Scorpius’s steely eyes as he chats idly with his mum. He looks so happy, so natural and at home in the Potter household.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more pathetic…” Albus flinches as James disrupts his train of thought. An irritated scowl etches itself onto Albus’s features.
“What are you talking about?”
A slow and smug grin unfurls on James’s lips as his eyes gleam with mischief.
“Oh dearest brother, you know exactly what I am referring to.”
Albus follows James’s gaze to the kitchen. Specifically, a certain blond standing in the kitchen.
“I thought you were joining Teddy and Dad in the living room.”
“Don’t try to change the subject. We are talking about what’s going on between you and a certain flatmate.” James says.
“Nothing is going on.”
“That’s exactly the problem Albus. ”
Much to Albus’s annoyance, James tucks his younger brother’s head between his elbow and ruffles his hair.
“I can help,” Surprisingly, James is sincere when he says this.
“Seriously, let me help you. You need me to help you.” James finally lets him go.
“What does that mean?” Albus scoffs. In response, James raises an eyebrow at his brother.
“I’ve seen you in action. No offense Albus, but you’re absolutely rubbish. A lost cause.”
“I said no offense.”
“News flash James, prefacing a sentence with ‘no offense’ does not make it any less offensive.”
“Point taken.” James says.
Albus sighs. “I’m not discussing this with you.”
“Why not? Awww, is somebody embarrassed?” James coos before pinching Albus’s cheek.
“James, stop touching me!!” Albus huffs, swatting him away.
“Can’t you two get along for five minutes? What exactly is going on here?” Ginny asks with an amused grin. Scorpius stands next to her, holding a bowl of strawberries and ginger biscuits that Harry had baked earlier. He looks just as amused as Ginny. Albus feels his cheeks tinge red.
“Nothing!” Both James and Albus shout. Ginny glances between the two boys, suspicious. When she doesn’t find any evidence of wrongdoing, she sighs.
“Well then, James, help Scorpius take the strawberries and biscuits out to Teddy and your father.” When James groans, she adds, “Do you really expect Scorpius to do all the work around here? He’s our guest. The living room is a few feet away. Trust me, it won’t kill you to be a little helpful around here.”
“Guest? Seriously? Scorpius might as well be your third son.”
Albus nearly chokes on air when he hears this.
“Keep talking, and I might consider adopting Scorpius to replace my eldest son.”
James objects with “You wouldn’t dare. We all know that I’m your favorite.”
“James.” Ginny groans.
“Hey!” Albus interjects.
“I would like to point out that you didn’t deny it. It’s okay, mum. It’ll be our little secret.” James says, winking.
“James Sirius Potter! Living room now!”
“Can’t stay out of trouble for five minutes, can you, Jamie?” Teddy resurfaces, taking a strawberry slice and popping it in his mouth as he ruffles James’s hair. The tips of James’s ears grow red as he tries to dodge Teddy’s hand.
“Ugh, Teddy, you’re ruining my hair!” James groans.
“It was already messy before I even touched it. What do you care anyway? Hot date tonight?” Teddy grins, and James’s face grows redder.
Watching Teddy harass James brings a wide grin to Albus’s face. It’s fun to watch. Teddy, the only person in the world that can get under James’s skin, has a soft spot in Albus’s heart.
“I could,” James grumbles.
“I hope you don’t mind Teddy, but I wanted to hear more about your adventures in America. Did you really attend a lecture given by Newt Scamander?” Scorpius asks, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. Albus can’t help but shake his head at his best friend’s typical nerdiness.
“Yeah, he gave a lecture on the mating habits of the Thunderbird. And afterward, he signed my latest edition of ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them’. I have my copy with me if you want to look at it.”
“Would I ever! Incredible! The mating habits of the Thunderbird? I’m intrigued. What did he have to say?” Scorpius asks.
Later that evening, Albus and Scorpius return to their flat together.
“I really enjoy this Sunday dinner tradition. I thought tonight went stupendously! What do you think?” Scorpius asks Albus, smiling warmly as he peels off his jacket and hangs it on the coat rack. Albus shrugs in response before plopping down on their sofa. He tells himself not to get too comfortable there.
“I think Mum is ready to adopt you and trade in James and me.” This makes Scorpius’s smile grow brighter. Albus watches Scorpius knock off his shoes before joining him on the sofa.
“Teddy is splendiferous! I can’t believe that he met Newt Scamander! And he gets to travel and work with all of these cool magical beasts! How long is he here for?”
“Two weeks, so don’t get too attached to him. He’s staying at James’s flat until he leaves for Romania to study dragons with Uncle Charlie.” Albus says as he slips off his own socks and shoes.
“Merlin’s beard! That’s fantastic!” Scorpius says with awe and adoration.
“Should I be worried that you might replace me with Teddy?” Albus laughs as Scorpius ducks his head in embarrassment.
“No one could ever replace you, Albus. Sure, Teddy is amazing, but you–” Scorpius says quietly before he falters.
Albus wonders what Scorpius was going to say before he stopped himself. He never gets to ask because a roar of their fireplace interrupts them.
“Hello, Scorpius. Hello, Albus.” Rose greets them, stepping out of their heart. Despite having traveled by floo, she looks practically untouched by the soot. She dusts one of her shoulders off, but Albus thinks that she only does it out of formality. “I’m glad that I caught you. How was dinner?” She asks before making herself comfortable in a chair.
“Nice of you to drop by, Rose,” Scorpius says. “It went swimmingly actually. Teddy is back in town, and Harry made his famous biscuits. You should join us next Saturday.”
“Thanks for the invitation, but it seems like a Potter exclusive tradition. I would hate to intrude.”
“Scorpius goes to them, and he’s not a Potter.” Albus points out.
“It’s only a matter of time,” Rose says, smirking at Albus, who blanches at her comment. Scorpius laughs it off.
“Yeah, I think Mrs. Potter plans to adopt me as her third son.” He jokes. “So, how are things? Chudley Cannon practices?”
“Practices are great, and I think with me on the team, we have a real shot at the Quidditch Cup this year.” Albus snorts at this.
“Rose, it’s the Chudley Cannons. They never win. No one understands why you went to them when you could have had your pick of the league.”
“Yes, and you’re talking to the greatest Chaser of this generation. We’re going to win the cup this year,” Rose says, puffing out her chest proudly.
“How is Yann?” Scorpius asks.
Albus sees her thinking before her confidence fades, and she sinks into her chair.
Weird. It’s not a typical response from the ever confident Rose Granger-Weasley.
“He finally asked me out,” she says.
Both Scorpius and Albus sit up a little more in their seats.
“That’s great!” Scorpius exclaims.
At the same time, Rose says, “I turned him down.”
“You did?” Scorpius asks, and Rose shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly.
“But you really liked him.”
“It’s not going to work out.” She says flippantly. It confuses Albus. “After all, I foresee potential awkwardness with us being on rival Quidditch teams.”
“Yeah right,” Albus snorts. Rose narrows her eyes at Albus and cocks her head to the side.
“What does that mean?” Rose baits, raising a finely shaped eyebrow.
“It means that you do this all the time. It’s the same excuse with every guy. ”
“I find it so ironic that you of all people are giving me romantic advice when you have never had a date in your life.” Rose shoots back, and Albus looks down at his lap, red-faced.
Sensing the start of tension, Scorpius redirects their conversation to light chatter. They talk about dinner, the Muggle University that Albus now attends, and Scorpius latest adventure working at St. Mungo’s. When it gets late, Rose floos back to her own flat.
”I’m tired. I’m going to bed.” Albus stands and yawns. “Are you staying up to study?”
“Yep, they have me in the Magical Bugs and Diseases ward tomorrow. So I’m going to do a little reading to brush up on dragon pox.” Scorpius replies, pulling a thick medical textbook into his lap. Albus quirks an eyebrow.
“Light reading? Scorpius, this is a huge textbook about magical illnesses.”
“I know, I never get sick of reading it,” Scorpius says before he bursts into laughter.
Albus rolls his eyes at the pun. “I walked right into that one.” He says flatly.
“Don’t stay up too late, even uber geeks like you need their beauty rest. And actually try to make it to your bed tonight.” Albus smirks as Scorpius’s cheeks grow warm and pink.
“I’ve only fallen asleep on the sofa once or twice.”
“Or five or six times.” Albus teases as he retreats towards the hallway. “Night, Scorpius.”
When Albus wakes later that night, he gathers the blanket from his bed before drifting into the living room.
Scorpius is asleep on their sofa once more, limbs dangling off the side and his face pressed in a book. Albus smiles before he carefully extracts the book from under Scorpius’s cheek and tosses a thick blanket over him.
Albus gently brushes a few stray strands of hair from Scorpius’s face. The strands are feathery soft against the tips of his fingers.
He thinks about his conversation with James earlier that evening.
“James is right. I’m a lost cause,” Albus says quietly.
He could think of a thousand reasons of why Scorpius and he wouldn’t work. A thousand ways that he would screw this up. He isn’t as kind as Scorpius. Or as confident as Rose. Or as perfect as James.
“You’re going to make someone very happy one day,” Albus whispers quietly.
Maybe not him, but someone more deserving.
“Goodnight, Scorpius,” Albus says before he retires to his bed.
Summary: While drunk, you and Yoongi fool around until Yoongi decides to give them a show on how he can make a girl cum with just his mouth.
His lips were soft and warm against your, the taste of
Bacardi on his tongue. His fist was tangled in your hair as you straddled his
lap. You were dressed in just a pair of shorts and a sports bra, to fight the
heat your almost-drunk stupor had caused. Yoongi’s shirt was crumpled on the
couch beside you two with a pair of loose gray sweats on his hips.
He was a vision of fucked out. He had a light sheen of sweat
on his body and his hair was a mess from you tugging on it constantly. His lips
were swollen and he had several hickies already blossoming on his pale skin.
He was rock hard beneath you, occasionally groaning into
your kiss when you would grind down on him. Your blood was pounding in your
ears, blocking out all other sounds in the room. You whimpered when Yoongi’s
teeth caught your bottom lip, pulling it away before it popped back in place.
“You two sure know how to put on show.” You could barely
register Jimin’s voice through your haze.
Yoongi grunted in response, his hand not in your hair
travelled down to cup your ass to hold your more against his cock. Your whined
as your short rubbed deliciously against your pussy. You dipped your head down
to trail kisses down Yoongi’s neck, nipping at the spot below his ear that made
“Get your bra off, baby.” Yoongi growled, desperate to get
his mouth on you.
You quickly discarded to fabric, barely having time to drop
it off before Yoongi was cupping the in his hands with his mouth attached to a
nipple. His fingers pinched the other one, rolling it. You pushed your chest
closer to him, your head falling back as you moan his name.
“She sounds so sexy when she moans.” Namjoon’s whisper
floats through your mind.
“When’s hyung gonna make her feel good?” Jungkook mumbled,
desperate to see some action.
“I think…she’s feeling pretty good already Jungkook…” Jin
whispered, licking his lips as he watched Yoongi slip his hand into the back of
your shorts to cup your ass directly.
“Filthy girl,” Yoongi growled when he pulled away from your
breast. “You’re not wearing fucking panties.”
You heard various sounds of surprise and approval from the
audience in the room. You hit you lip, gripping Yoongi’s hair to direct him to
the nipple his mouth hadn’t given attention to yet. Adding a snarky, “Just for
With a smirk, his lips immediately wrapped the pert bud. His
tongue lashed at it and his teeth scraped deliciously, sending shivers down
your spine. He gave a firm suck, relishing in the low groan you let out in
response. His hand in your shorts slid further down until his fingers met your
wetness. He pushed his fingers through your folds, enjoying the feeling of you
soaking yourself. You whimpered, grinding down against his fingers.
“Take your shorts off for me, babygirl.” Yoongi commanded. His
tone left no room to argue, so you quickly obeyed.
You stood up, the room spinning slightly from your
intoxication. Yoongi sat on the couch, his legs spread, and his hands holding
your waist to steady you. You could clearly see his cock hard in his sweats. You
hooked your thumbs into your shorts, tugging them down until they pooled around
your feet. The action giving the boys in the room a view of your ass and a peek
at your cunt. You could hear their intakes of breath and a few groans.
Before you could crawl back into Yoongi’s lap to continue
where you left off, a deep voice interrupted.
“You know, Yoongi-hyung, you talk all that shit about your ‘tongue
technology’…but you haven’t…shown us.” Taehyung muttered, faint teasing in his
tone. “Why don’t you uh…’take her to Hong Kong’.”
Jungkook made a soft noise before talking, “It can’t be that
easy to make her cum with your tongue…”
“I’ve never been able to.” Jin muttered, earning a nod of
agreement from Hoseok.
“I’ve been able to if I use my fingers.” Namjoon said.
“I’ve never even tried eating my girl out.” Jimin whispered,
his cheeks a little pink.
Before the conversation could ruin the mood by turning into some
long-winded story session, Yoongi spoke.
“Well, boys, enjoy the show. Maybe you’ll learn something.”
Yoongi got close to you, his lips brushing your ear. “What do you say, baby?
Wanna give them something to jerk off to for the rest of their lives?”
Whether it was the alcohol in your system or just being
desperate to feel Yoongi’s tongue on you, you nod either way. You could feel
your juice dripping down your thigh, so needy already.
“Lay down for me then, baby.” He whispered, giving a light
slap to your ass which made you squeal.
You dropped onto the sofa, immediately sitting with your
back against the back of the couch and spreading your legs. All the men in the
room zeroed their gaze to your core. You were dripping wet; your entire cunt
was glossy with your juice. Yoongi licked his lips and dropped onto the floor
between your legs.
His hands gripped your inner thighs, forcing your legs to
stay open. You could sense the boys were getting closer to you to watch what
Yoongi was doing better. Without missing a beat, Yoongi licked up the creaming
wetness that gathered at your entrance. He moaned softly at your taste. His
cock was throbbing in his sweats, precum wetting the fabric.
“Fuck, please Yoongi…” You whimpered. “Make me cum.”
Yoongi cursed softly, “Yeah baby? Want Daddy to make you
You nodded frantically, tangling both hands in his blonde
locks and tugging. He chuckled softly. “Tell Daddy, baby.”
“Puh-Please Daddy…make me cum.” You whined, arching your
hips towards him. “Make me cum in your mouth…”
“Shit baby, so pretty when you beg for me.” Yoongi
whispered. All the other members in the room were tuned out, it became just you
He held your cunt open, taking another lick up your entrance.
He moaned again, your taste one of the most delicious things he’s ever
experienced. His tongue quickly found its way to your clit, his lips capturing
the sensitive bud. You whined, trembling beneath his tongue work. He released
your nub from his mouth, using his tongue to begin licking slowly around your
“Fuck baby, your little clit is so swollen. You’ve been
wanting this this whole time huh? Wanting me to eat your fucking cunt in front
You couldn’t respond because he was already swirling his
tongue around your bud over and over again. His tempo was slow, he was takin
his time. He was building your pleasure up to new heights. Your body was tense,
trembling underneath every move he made.
He nipped your clit with his lips, licking up your entrance
again to get a taste of your juices. Suddenly, he sunk his teeth into your
thigh making you cry out, yanking his hair so hard you were sure he lost some
of it. Yoongi didn’t mind, the pain making his cock jump in his sweats.
He was sure he would cum in his pants by the end of this. He
wouldn’t even need to touch himself, he’d make a mess without ever being
touched. Just your taste, along with being watched by his best friends was incredibly
All of them were shamelessy palming themselves in their
pants. Yoongi smirked at this, knowing this was all they’d ever get to see of
you in this way. Yoongi also knew they’d jerk themselves off for months using
this as material.
Yoongi heard to rise of your cries so he sped his tongue up.
He alternated between hot swirls of his tongue, nips and sucks with his lips.
Your back was arching off the couch and your fingers had found your breasts
where you were pinching and rolling your nipples between your fingers. Usually
Yoongi would punish you for touching yourself like that, but it was giving the guys
one hell of a show so he let it slide.
“Daddy…it feels so good…” You whined, tears stinging the
back of your eyes at the pleasure.
He pulled back slightly. “Fuck baby, Daddy’s gonna make you
cum now.” He turned back to the boys, with a smirk, who were watching with
lustful eyes. “Watch this, boys.”
He pinned your thighs open, leaving you unable to move them
at all. Then his tongue was on you again. Except this time, his pace was
completely different since last time. His mouth was punishing, pushing you to
your orgasm terrifyingly fast.
It was going to be an intense one, you could feel it. Your
body was instinctually locking up, fighting the orgasm. Yoongi always liked to give
you the command to cum. But he didn’t take a second to pull away from you. He
continued to lash your clit with his tongue, making disgustingly lewd slurping
sounds as he sucked your juice from your dripping hole.
His lips wrapped around your clit, isolating it in his mouth
so his tongue could swirl around it. Then you were cumming. Lights exploded
behind your eyes as you squeezed them shut tight. His lips wrapped around your
bud as it throbbed in his mouth.
“God, look at that.” Jin mumbled, biting his lip.
“That’s so fucking hot.” Namjoon added.
“I’ve never seen a girl cum so hard from being eaten out.”
Hoseok said, surprise obvious in his voice.
Your body was trembling, tugging at Yoongi’s soft locks. His
mouth released your bud, using his tongue to lick up the cum that leaked out of
you. You were whimpering and crying out, his name mixed with curses. When your
orgasm finally began to subside, your eyes fluttered open. The sight of Yoongi
slowly lick you, cleaning up every drop of cum off your sensitive cunt, sent
another wave of heat through you.
Finally, he placed a soft kiss against your clit, making you
jump slightly. You released his hair, petting it softly. He nuzzled his face
into your stomach, smiling softly up at you.
There was someone clearing their throat in the room. You
zoned back into the fact that there were 6 other men in the room. They all had
obvious hard-ons that they were trying to cover.
“Well uh…thanks for the…uh…how to…” Jimin mumbled, scurrying
down the hall to his room.
“That was a sexy show, maybe we can have a rerun sometime.”
Namjoon added before he and the rest filed out of the room.
You made eye contact with Yoongi and smiled slyly. “Want me
to suck you off, babe?”
Yoongi chuckled at your crass way of asking and shook his
“It was so hot that…uh…I came in my pants to be honest babe.”
i have a knack for writing unnecessary smut. i hope u enjoyed this. my pal mel encouraged me in this and told me to make it yoongi. so here it is. x