Harry Potter and Another Malfoy

Summary: Harry is the object of Scorpius Mafloy’s affection, but his life is rather complicated at the moment and fully depends on the mercy of Scorpius’s father.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and I do not make any money from these writings

Pairings: main Harry/Scorpius, mentions of Harry/Draco and Harry/Ron

Additional Warnings: mentions of mpreg, screwed-up canon, epilogue, kids, jobs and relationships and mean!Ron (cause someone has to be); Spoilers.

This is the last part (I love even numbers!) that I should have posted long ago. Anyway, here it is now. I hope you’ll like it. Thank you for reading! I will start posting a new Harry/Scorpius fic tomorrow.

Part 10

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Harry woke up gasping with pleasure as Scorpius was claiming every inch of his body with single-minded determination. Such was the aftermath of Harry’s lunch with Malfoy and his talk with Scorpius afterwards. It became clear to Harry just how deeply-rooted was Scorpius’s fear that he was harbouring some secret passion for his father, due to Malfoy’s past monopoly on his body. And when words once again failed to stress Harry’s deepest dislike of the man, the speedy change of sleeping arrangements was in order.

Perhaps, letting Scorpius into his bed when not a day passed since he’d scolded him for speeding things up was not the wisest of ways to reassure him, but it was definitely a very productive one and it worked wonders on Scorpius’s confidence as a lover. It seemed that just like Harry he worried too much about the age disparity. He was also residing under the impression that his father was ‘really great’ in bed. Harry did not comment on the truth or false of the statement when it came up. It was not the subject he would ever willingly pursue. It was still too raw and painful and the memory of it guaranteed him quite a few nightmares along the way.

They spent a nice family evening and talked well into the night, but at parting stood awkwardly apart, not meeting each other’s gaze, as if not quite sure how to go about saying good-bye now that they were officially a couple. Malfoy might not have given them his wholehearted blessing, but he didn’t oppose their liaison either, which was as well as they could have hoped for coming from him. Verbal good-byes seemed dry and incomplete and a peck on the cheek would not do, not after their heated greeting in the corridor.

They have been restraining themselves all through the evening, acting like responsible adults and keeping their hands discreetly under the table – lacing their fingers together – while waiting for the change of course. Harry had to remind himself more than once that he was in fact an adult, despite how young and giddy and irresponsible Scorpius made him feel. So they stood and shuffled their feet and smiled stupidly until they finally launched at each other and kissed for all their worth. Then gasping for air they broke apart and took the stairs, their fingers interlaced.

Scorpius retired to his bedroom without a word of protest and Harry realised with a pang that doubts and regrets were still there, marring his handsome face. He would not sneak into Harry’s room again, but he would probably spend the night tossing and turning and wondering. Once in his room, Harry realised that his night would be equally spoilt unless he lets Scorpius in and reassures him that he wants only him and that there is no one else he’d rather be with. He was determined to dismantle Scorpius’s fears once and for all and he couldn’t go on lying to himself and pretend that he’d rather wake up alone than with Scorpius.

He quietly went down the stairs, minding the creaking steps, wondering why his heart was beating so loudly in his ears and feeling as if he was breaking school rules and not visiting his lover. He knocked on the door and slipped inside before Scorpius had time to reply. Scorpius was sitting on the bed, his head hanging down, and looked rather shocked to find Harry standing against the door.

‘Hey.’ said Harry as if they haven’t just said their good-byes. He was feeling unaccountably nervous, as if he was approaching a nesting dragon. His legs felt like they would give up on him at any moment.

‘Hey.’ replied Scorpius automatically.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed and looked down. Then up. Then down again. Then laughed nervously. Why did he feel so stupid? Scorpius stared at him.

‘Harry, is everything all right?’ he asked.

‘Yeah.’ said Harry. He took a deep breath. ‘I just – do you – that is – will you – I –‘ he stopped and lapsed into frustrated silence.

‘What?’ asked Scorpius. ‘What is it?’

‘Harry?’

Harry licked his lips. They were as parched as if he was walking in the desert. He realised that he’d never proposed having sex before and that he was not very good at it.
He took a deep breath, collected the remaining vestiges of his courage and launched forward.

‘I just wanted to tell you that you shouldn’t spend the night here.’

‘I shouldn’t?’

‘In fact, I’m pretty sure that you should be spending the night – all nights – with me.’

‘You mean it?’ asked Scorpius, his breath catching in his throat. It was obvious that he couldn’t believe his ears.

Harry smiled and squeezed his hand.

‘Of course, I mean it. Do you think I’d come here and make a complete fool of myself if I didn’t mean it? I shouldn’t have imposed an embargo on bed-sharing in the first place. I – I want to spend the night with you – you know – to – well, you know. If you want to, that is.’

He looked up at Scorpius. He knew that he was blushing furiously.

‘Do you want to? Do you want me?’ he asked, his heart beating louder than ever.

Scorpius replied with a very enthusiastic bout of kissing and groping.

‘Let’s go then.’ said Harry, bubbling with happiness. He was out of breath and laughing, tugging on Scorpius’s hand.

They moved but at the door Scorpius stopped and tugged back. Harry looked at him questioningly.

‘What?’

‘Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you, Harry. I am impatient but I know that you need time to cope with all of this and that not enough time has passed since you and my father – ‘

‘Shush.’ said Harry, shutting Scorpius up with a ferocious kiss.

‘I don’t want to talk about your father. He has no place in my thoughts or heart or bed.’

And then Harry was gone – all thoughts of sneaking quietly and undetected forgotten. Scorpius blinked, laughed and chased him up the stairs. They burst into Harry’s room in a fit of unrestrained giggles and promptly collapsed onto Harry’s bed, gasping for breath. They lay there for a while. Harry’s hands were roaming Scorpius’s back as he was lying half-way across him. When he looked up, Harry smiled and touched his face, tracing it slowly as if mesmerized.

‘You make me feel so young.’ he said softly, as if confessing a terrible crime. ‘I don’t feel older than you. Maybe even younger. Is it possible? I want to do silly things when I’m with you. I blush and giggle and sneak around my own house. I wish I was your age. But I feel your age.’ he said wonderingly. ‘Come here. Kiss me.’

Scorpius did as he was told. It was all teeth and tongue; messy and frantic and right. They kissed and rubbed against each other and soon enough the clothes became too restricting. They blindly reached out, fumbling to get it off one another, trying not to break the kiss, their teeth biting, their noses bumping, their fingers scraping skin.

‘I want you.’ rasped Harry. ‘Now. I don’t want to wait anymore.’

‘I’m not particularly inclined to wait either.’ replied Scorpius in between mapping Harry’s body with his mouth.

Harry laughed and wiggled his feet impatiently and Scorpius scooted backwards so as to manoeuvre him to a more advantageous position. His hands were shaking. He has wanted Harry for years. And now here he was – beneath him – inches away from being his. At last. Scorpius took a deep breath. He would be coming in no time if Harry didn’t stop his wiggling. He put his hands on Harry’s thighs to limit his movements.

‘You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.’ He said hoarsely. ‘Wanted to see you just like this. Wanted to - ’

‘You can tell me all about it later, dear.’ said Harry with a teasing smile, spreading his legs invitingly. ‘Now you’d better show me.’

Scorpius, Harry decided, was very good at following orders; just as he was pretty easily manageable with only a few kisses. He proceeded to show Harry just how long and how much he wanted him until Harry saw stars and screamed his pleasure for the whole world to hear.

He had not been able to really enjoy anything sex-related for years now. It brought him neither physical nor emotional pleasure. There was always the knowledge of what it really was behind the action and Malfoy never cared about making him feel good or satisfied. It was generally a rather humiliating experience for Harry; always preceded or followed by cutting remarks, unpleasant rituals or uncomfortable contraptions.
Of course, Harry would feel heartily ashamed at his behaviour later, but he didn’t care now. Not when he was falling asleep with Scorpius’s arms wrapped tightly around him, sweaty and sated.

He woke up in much the same way he fell asleep: gasping with pleasure. He made a pleased sound somewhere in his throat and alerted Scorpius to the fact that he wanted to make it a reciprocal thing. They kissed slowly and tenderly – there was no rush this time. Later, they lay facing each other, exchanging small touches and smiles, enjoying peace and quiet, too lazy to move. That’s why it came as a shock when Scorpius asked out of the blue –

‘Why do you eat so little?’

Harry stared.

‘What?’

Then burst out laughing.

‘Scorpius,’ he said when his laughter died down at last (Scorpius waited patiently with only a tiny bit of scowl on his face). ‘I knew that you wouldn’t exactly sprout endearments at me at every turn, but it seems like another sort of extreme – talking about my diet.’

‘I know your eating habits as well as mine.’ went on Scorpius. ‘I’ve watched you for years eating as little as a canary, but it’s never been my place to enquire as to its cause – now it is. Will you kindly tell me why?’

Harry sighed and trailed his hand through his hair. He closed his eyes and pressed his head against the headboard.

‘It’s nothing. Really. I’ve never had much food at the Dursleys. They weren’t starving me!’ he added when Scorpius let out a rather frightening growl. ‘Just didn’t let me eat all that much – enough to keep me going. Maybe they thought that lack of food would keep my magic at bay.’ he smiled, but Scorpius didn’t smile back.

‘Hogwarts was the first place where I ate my first ever full meal. Anyway, I could go on little food as well as a lot. It was never a big deal with me. Kreacher, of course, made every meal look and taste like a mini Hogwarts feast. When I got pregnant, I started gaining weight. It’s stupid. Ron once told me that he wouldn’t want to have a whale for a husband and I – just – you know – I had this image of my cousin in front of my eyes – I was afraid I’d turn up like him. I was pretty big. Like I said, it’s stupid. I was afraid that Ron wouldn’t want me anymore. Would leave me. I started regulating what I was eating, how much I was eating. It became a habit. I was eating enough. Just enough. I didn’t need more. Once Al was born, I started flying regularly – to keep fit. I didn’t want to go to seed. It was my greatest fear.’

Harry shrugged. At the moment he looked like someone plainly disgusted with himself. He opened his eyes and looked at Scorpius, hoping that he wouldn’t see matching disgust in his eyes. Scorpius seemed to have become speechless, though his outrageous look was eloquent enough. He didn’t look disgusted. Harry kissed him.

‘It’s ok. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m eating. I don’t need more.’

‘I hate your ex-husband.’ grounded out Scorpius at last. It took a lot of effort not to fling himself out of bed and go and torture Ron Weasley with some really nasty curse.

‘He is Al’s father, you know.’ pointed out Harry with a serene smile, that Scorpius didn’t understand. His insides were boiling with rage and hexes were on the tip of his tongue.

‘He doesn’t seem to know that.’ replied Scorpius darkly. ‘Al told me that he never once visited you; never once send a birthday greeting to Al or Allegra after he’d left. I hate him. I hope I will never be in the same room with him, because I swear I will not be able to control myself. I’m glad that neither Al nor Allegra look very much like him. I’m glad they are not redheads. I hate redheads.’

‘Hey, calm down.’ said Harry, rubbing Scorpius’s hand soothingly. ‘It’s all in the past and I am sure you don’t mind that I’m fit and agile in my age.’ he said teasingly, flaunting his body from under the covers in order to distract Scorpius from his murderous thoughts.

Scorpius looked very tempted. He also looked suspiciously guilty. Harry raised an eyebrow and placed the covers back over him. Scorpius groaned.

‘Scorpius? Is there anything you want to tell me?’

A sudden thought struck him.

‘Please, tell me that you haven’t gone and done something stupid.’

‘It wasn’t my fault!’

‘Bloody hell! I was joking! What did you do?!’

‘I didn’t do anything! It was an accident. I wondered if you were going to ask me about it, but you never did – so I thought you were ok with it.’

‘Ask you about what? Ok with what?’ asked Harry majorly frustrated.

‘Don’t you read Evening Prophet?’ asked Scorpius, surprised.

‘I haven’t been up to reading for the last week or so. Dealing with your father was enough. Why?’

Scorpius ‘Accio’ed the newspaper and Harry heard an unmistakable yell of indignation of one of the inhabitants of the house at being smacked by the offending piece of press.

‘Here.’ said Scorpius, shoving him the front page. The heading read: ‘Explosion at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes: An Accident or A New Product Gone Awry?’

‘Well? Are you going to tell me?’ demanded Harry, looking up the page. The article concentrated mostly on how risky the products have become of late and how parents were concerned for their children’s safety. There were no victims however, though the staff was understandably shaken, and the source of the explosion was undetermined. The enquiry was to be held.

‘I was in the Diagon Alley. I needed to purchase some new brushes. I was walking along the street, minding my own business when I saw the shop and he was standing in the window, arranging new products and his – ‘

‘Lavender.’ supplied Harry helpfully, when it was clear that Scorpius was about to produce a very descriptive and nasty word.

‘- whatever – clinging onto him like a fish to sand. It was a disgusting sight. I suddenly got so mad – seeing him and that stupid bint. I couldn’t control it – I haven’t been prone to accidental outbursts of magic since I got my wand – but I just blew the display. Thankfully, they had moved out of the way before it happened.’

Scorpius buried his head in the pillow with a groan. Harry laughed and stroked his back.

‘I know I shouldn’t be laughing and I probably should be reprimanding you for that. But no one’s got hurt and I am not your father. And so long as you didn’t do it on purpose, I don’t see how it can be considered your fault. Still, we must do something about that explosive temper of yours. You cannot go on setting things on fire or you’ll end up blowing up Malfoy Manor and we wouldn’t want that.’ said Harry merrily, before showering Scorpius’s back with butterfly kisses.

Just then an owl tapped on the window. They both looked up. It was an eagle owl. Harry knew it well. It looked totally put out. He went to the window, opened it and untied the letter attached to its leg. He didn’t attempt to pat her though. He didn’t fancy being bitten by Malfoy’s owl. It had a very nasty temper and a very sharp beak. The owl flew off with a glare and Harry unrolled the piece of parchment.

‘What does he want?’ grumbled Scorpius.

‘To have a family dinner. Al and Allegra are also invited.’ said Harry, waving the letter. ‘Tomorrow at seven. Think you can learn to control your temper by then?’

Scorpius rolled over.

‘I might be induced to behave myself, if I have sufficiently pleasant memories to distract me. Think you can help me there?’

Harry laughed, put the letter aside and flung himself on Scorpius.

‘Let’s see, shall we?’

The End