Of Potters and Malfoys

The next morning started out as the few mornings before it. Narcissa went to wake Al and Scor, usually they were in the same bed, and everyone went to the dinning room for breakfast. There, Draco would receive the morning edition of the Prophet and read it at the table. This, of course, is where things went down hill.

Taking a sip of his coffee and unfurling the paper, Draco immediately spit out his mouth full upon seeing the front page. He glanced up at Harry and then tried to stuff the paper out of site. "Give it here, Draco."

"Give what there?"

"The paper. They've written something about me again, I know they have. And don't deny it. You have the same look Hermione used to get when she was hiding the Prophet from me."

"Yes, but I'm usually the one causing your bad press. I've never been part of it before." The blonde stated, handing the paper over reluctantly.

"And I survived that, didn't I? How can this be worse?" Harry raised an eyebrow and looked at the headline of the paper. "That bitch!" Had he been drinking anything, he probably would've spit it out as well upon seeing the headline. Regardless, he read the article.

Harry Potter leaves wife for Deatheater
reported by: Marrietta Edgecombe
Hero of the Wizarding world, Harry Potter, has recently gotten divorced from his wife, Ginny Weasley. In an exclusive interview, this reporter got to talk with Miss Weasley about the reason for the divorce.
"Ginny, I may call you Ginny, can't I?"
"Marrietta, we went to school together, of course you can."
"Why did you and Mr. Potter get a divorce? And what of the children?"
Miss Weasley takes a calming breath, eyes already tearing. "Harry and I divorced because I found him cheating on me. In my very home. As for the children, Lily is staying with my parents, James is here with me, and Albus, unfortunately, has followed his father."
"Followed his father where, exactly?"
"To the man he cheated on me with, of course. To Malfoy Manor."
"Surely you don't mean Draco Malfoy?"
"Oh but I do. My ex-husband apparently never got over his obsession with Malfoy during school. You know, he followed him around most of their 6th year." Ginny nods, tears starting to roll down her face, before I even think to ask if she's joking. "It was a bit pathetic, really. And I think it would help my piece of mind if he had at least cheated on me with a woman, not another man."
"With that level of obsession, I wonder how your marriage lasted this long? Not to be disrespectful, of course."
"Not to worry. I've been wondering the same myself, actually. I suppose it is really my fault. I turned a blind eye for the sake of our three children. But I couldn't turn a blind eye to seeing them both in what was our bed."
"About the other part. You have a problem with gay people?"
"I do, actually. It disturbs me."
Harry Potter was unavailable for comment.
This reporter, and I'm sure many of my readers, are wondering the same thing. Is it wise for Harry Potter and his youngest son to be living with a Deatheater? Time will tell.


"What is it Dad?" Albus asked when Harry looked up from what he was reading.

"Apparently, I left your mother because I'm obsessively in love with Draco and she caught us in bed together." Harry stated.

"What?" Four voices chorused.

"According to what Ginny told Marrietta Edgecombe, at least. I wonder what Luna will write about this?" He mused aloud.

"Luna?" Draco asked.

"Loony Lovegood. Editor of the Quibbler. She always has something to say about every article this paper write about me." Harry sighed.

Draco had taken the paper and was skimming the article. "Well, at least she got a few things true. Like this bit about you following me around in 6th year. I remember that."

"You were plotting something, I just knew it." Draco inclined his head slightly in admission of the truth. "And then you missed Quidditch, and you NEVER missed a game. Even if you never won against me anyway."

"Oi!" Draco shouted, flinging the paper at the man across from him.

"What are you, five?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "Never once did you beat me to the snitch and I don't know why you kept playing for so long." Harry smirked, prompting Draco to fling cold cereal into his face. "Now that wasn't very nice." Harry stated, dipping his spoon into the jam and lobbing some at the blonde, hitting him right about his eye. He grinned right before he was hit in the nose with a glob of butter. "Now you're in for it." Suddenly it felt to Harry as if he were 8 years old and getting into a food fight, not like he was nearly 48 years old flinging food at his old school rival for no reason that made sense.

"Come on." Scorpius pulled Albus out of the room and Narcissa ducked out of the way lest any of them be hit with flying food.

Draco somehow managed to work his way around to Harry's side of the table, bowl of oatmeal in hand. He ran out of said oatmeal, looked into the bowl, up at Harry, dropped the bowl, and dove for his old rival instead. Harry flew backwards, the toast he was just about the throw flying out of his hand, and landed on his back on the floor with Draco on top of him.

Draco tilted his head slightly to the side as if he were going to kiss Harry. Mere centimeters away from doing just that, he seemed to regain his composure, stood up and helped Harry to his feet. "Sorry about that. Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm alright." Nothing else was said between them. Draco went upstairs and Harry, once again, went to the fountain outside.

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"Al?" Scorpius sat beside his boyfriend.

"I'm okay, Scor." Knowing it wasn't the truth, Scor set about reassuring his boyfriend the best way he knew how, he kissed him. Al deepened the kiss and pulled his boyfriend back with him to his pillows. Al lay down and pulled Scorpius down on top of him.

Scor was the first to break away, and began kissing Al's jaw then down his neck. Finding his way blocked by Albus' shirt, Scor lifted it up and Al helped him take it off before reaching down to pull Scorpius' shirt over his head. Scorpius continued kissing down Al's chest, undoing his jeans as he went. He pulled Al's boxers off with is jeans and tossed them onto the floor. Scor sat back on his haunches and just starred for a moment at his naked boyfriend. Until Al got his attention back where it should be by pressing his thigh against Scor's erection anyway.

Scorpius laid back down and kissed Al deeply again. Albus undid Scorpius' pants and tried to push them and his boxers off as best as their position would allow. Whining slightly in protest to the fact that he could barely get the pants over Scor's hips, Al rolled them over so he was on top. He pulled Scor's pants off and grinned in triumph.

Scorpius quickly reversed their positions again and kissed his way down Al's thighs until he got to his cock. Scor licked up the bottom of Al's erection before engulfing just the head in his mouth. Scorpius suckled it for a moment before opening his jaw wider and moving down to take as much of Al's cock in as he could.

"Scor...." Al moaned. "Scor!" He said louder when Scorpius didn't respond.

Scor looked up at him. "Yes?" He said after moving up on eye level with his boyfriend.

"I want you inside me." Al whispered, voice husky. At Scor's uncertain look, Al added, "You won't hurt me, Scor. I trust you. Please?"

Scorpius groaned unable to deny Al's request. "I'll be careful." He stated.

"I know." Al paused, a wicked grin forming. "There's lube in the bedside table."

"You've been planning this!" Scorpius looked up in shock at his boyfriend.

"Only for a couple days." Al's grin became a smirk. Scorpius reached over and pulled out the tube of lube. He uncapped the bottle, and slicked his fingers with the gel. Leaning up to kiss Albus again, he pressed a finger to Al's hole. He eased the finger inside and twisted it. Al moaned a little and so Scor started thrusting his finger in and out. Soon enough, he added a second finger then a third. Scor twisted his fingers again and brushed across Al's prostate. Al arched off the bed, pushing himself further onto Scor's fingers. "Scor, I'm ready." Al stated, breathless.

Scorpius nodded, not trusting himself to speak, and spread the lube on his cock. Gently, he began pushing into his boyfriend. He paused after a couple of inches to allow Al some time to adjust. Al wouldn't have that. He tilted his hips slightly and thrust himself down further, as best as he could. Taking the hint, Scorpius thrust all the way in and then waited while Albus adjusted. When Al started moving again Scorpius pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in. Al keened when Scorpius hit his prostate again.

Feeling that he was getting close, Scor reached down and started pumping Al's erection in time with his thrusts. A dozen strokes later, Al came. His boyfriend's walls clutching around him, sent Scorpius over the edge as well. He collapsed beside Albus, spelled them clean thanks to the Manor's wards, lifted the blanket over them, and curled against Al's side.

"Love you Scor." Albus muttered sleepily.

"Love you too, Al." Both boys drifted to sleep.

A/N: I won't be able to update as often as I had originally planned. Maybe twice a week now, instead of every other day. RL's starting to take up more time, unfortunately. But I left it at a good place. Well, for Scor and Al, not Draco and Harry. :)