Taming

Dinner had turned out to be quite a lovely affair. Astoria’s carefully planned meal was delicious, and the parents had all been in high spirits. Scorpius found it hard to believe that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had ever been enemies. They seemed to genuinely like each other now. Although, Scorpius reasoned, his father admitted to being dreadful when he was young. Maybe he had more in common with his father than he’d realized. His father may not have chosen the same form of youthful dreadfulness that Scorpius had chosen, but apparently they both knew a thing or two about how to be unpleasant.

And his father had gotten over it, eventually. After the war and the death and the killing. He’d been a happy, pleasant adult. At least until Scorpius started his little rebellion. Scorpius planned to be a happy, pleasant adult. He’d just have to hope that he and Albus never acquired a teenage son. At least not one with Malfoy blood in his veins.

The idea of shared children with Albus had literally never occurred to Scorpius before that moment, and he gazed at Albus. The Potters were long gone, and although it was rather late, Scorpius’s parents were still chatting happily with Albus. His mother seemed overjoyed with him, and why wouldn’t she? Albus was rather like her- kind, polite, reserved, but with a gentle humor that charmed everyone.

Looking at the mantle clock, Scorpius’s father said, “I had no idea how late it was. Astoria, we should let the boys turn in.”
“Father, might I have a word first?” Scorpius asked. Albus looked at him questioningly, but stayed with Scorpius’s mother when Draco beckoned Scorpius out into the hall.

“If you’re going to ask me if I approve of your taste, I do, wholeheartedly. Albus has all the best of both his parents and your mother is in complete agreement, I assure you.”

“I’m glad that you think so, but what I really wanted was to apologize to you,” Scorpius told him, rather formally.

“For what?”

“For everything! I haven’t seen you happy like you were tonight since I was a child, and I know that I’m the cause. If I had behaved myself, or at least misbehaved to a less extreme degree, you and I could have been friends all these years, rather than adversaries.”

“Oh, Scorpius,” his father sighed, gripping his son’s shoulder. “I shouldn’t have been so rigid in my ideas about the family name. Maybe if I’d harped on it less, you wouldn’t have felt the need to rebel against it so… thoroughly.” A little smile played on his lips.

“It wasn’t that. Well, actually it was in a way, I suppose. The simple truth is that during my third year, I got humiliated. I went off with a boy, for the first time, mind you, and he treated me like dirt afterwards. I told myself that I was a Malfoy, and I couldn’t permit him to get away with it. I dedicated myself to being more popular, more fashionable, more sought-after, and more desired that he would ever be. My behavior started because I couldn’t let a nobody have the upper hand over a Malfoy.”

“I knew I shouldn’t have…”

Scorpius cut his father off, “Fine, maybe you put those ideas in my head. But once I started, I couldn’t stop. I was addicted to the popularity. I did whatever it took to stay on top, and I allowed myself to become a complete egomaniac. I treated others deplorably. When I started dating Albus and spending time with his friends, I realized that none of my so-called friends in the past had even really liked me. They’d been in awe of me, and they’d wanted the perks that came with being part of my crowd, but they didn’t like me as a person. Who would have? I was monstrous.” He hung his head, shamed by his admissions.

“You know who you sound like? Me.” Scorpius looked at him incredulously. “The real reason I hated Harry Potter was because I was an egomaniac myself- a true Malfoy. And he humiliated me. The very first day of school, I offered him my hand in friendship, although my reasons were purely selfish. He was famous and I thought it was only fitting that the biggest celebrity of my generation should be my friend. Who else was worthy? So basically I informed him that I was really the only person at Hogwarts worth knowing. He saw through me in a second and refused to shake my hand. It never would have occurred to me to apologize or try a more genuine angle to friendship with him. Instead, I took every opportunity to try to cut him down to size because he’d dared to insult a Malfoy.”

Scorpius was agog at this new information. “He seems to have forgiven you.”

“Of course he has. He was always the better man, even when we were children of eleven. And thank Merlin for that, since his friends, his real friends, are the ones who helped him beat the Dark Lord once and for all, while I was floundering. Harry is perceptive, and he forgave me a long time ago, both for my misguided behavior during the war and for my behavior as a boy. I’m the one who couldn’t forgive myself. Or my own father, but that’s a longer story for another day. Anyway, when I found out about you and Albus, I wrote Harry a rather long, probably very rambling letter, telling him all this and more. We exchanged several letters over the next few days, and managed to put the past in its proper perspective. It freed us to get to know each other as adults, and I find that we actually have quite a bit in common.”

“I’m so glad, father. Albus and I were afraid you two would start throwing plates.”

His father laughed. “Silly boy. That would hardly be befitting of a Malfoy.”

Scorpius’s chuckle was lost as his father unexpectedly wrapped him up in a tight hug. When they released each other, they both had tears in their eyes.

“I missed you, son.”

“I missed you, too, father.”

“Good. Now your mother put Albus in the guest room next to your room, but I promise not to notice anything if the guest bed remains untouched.”

Scorpius was a tiny bit shocked, but he smiled gratefully. “I’d appreciate that.”

“Well, I know that, finally, it isn’t about sex with you. I’d like to see someone try to make me spend a night away from your mother. I doubt I could sleep a wink.” Putting his arm around his son’s shoulders, they walked in to collect their mates.

******************

“Your father actually said, using words, that it was okay if I slept in here with you?” Albus asked him incredulously.

“For the last time, you ninny, yes! He used real, actual, English words to say it. Out loud.”

Albus finally smiled. “Well, good.”

“Yes, because I’m sure I couldn’t sleep without you.”

Albus smiled and cuddled against Scorpius’s side. “I just love your mum.”

“Of course you do. You’re just like her.”

“I am?”

“Yup. Which is perfect, because it’s every little gay boy’s dream to find a man who reminds him of his mother.”

Albus poked him rudely. “Well, you’re not like MY mother. And I was the little gay boy here. You’re the little boy who shagged half of the girls at Hogwarts.”

“I’m only accused of shagging half of them now? Hopefully that means your insecurity is fading.”

“Scorpius…”

“Baby, do I really have to give you the speech again? I was trying to be someone that I wasn’t. Not really, anyway. When you’re fifteen, you can have sex with pretty much anything. I never enjoyed being with girls like I enjoyed being with guys. And once I found you, I realized I’d never really enjoyed any of it with anyone before. You’re the only one who can make me happy.”

Albus cuddled up to him again, reassured. “So, I seem to remember you expressing some sort of desire to have your way with me in your childhood bed.”

“That’s true, I did. So what do you say? You up for it?”

“Always.”

Grinning, the boys both whisked off their pyjamas with practiced ease and Scorpius wasted no time in pouncing on Albus. They started kissing and wrestling playfully, but it only took a minute before their kisses had deepened, and they forgot about playfulness.

“Merlin, I love you,” Albus whispered to him.

“I love you, too, Baby,” Scorpius whispered back. He began kissing a trail down Albus’s neck to the spot just above his shoulder that drove him crazy when Scorpius sucked and nibbled there. Which he did with relish. He kissed lower and lower, pausing to lick and suck his favorite places. When he reached Albus’s cock, he kissed the crease between hip and thigh instead and continued moving lower.

“Scorpius!” Albus protested.

“Shhhhh…” Scorpius gently rolled his boyfriend halfway onto his stomach, so one hip was cocked in the air enticingly. He arched up and licked down Albus’s spine and kept going.

“Scorpius!” Albus cried out again, but this wasn’t a protest. “Don’t stop.”

“Never would dream of it.” Holding Albus’s upraised hip to keep his squirming down, Scorpius began to slowly and thoroughly drive Albus insane with his tongue. Over and over, he darted and thrust, knowing instinctively when to back off and when to apply more pressure.

Finally Albus forcibly rolled onto his back. “Enough! I want to touch you too, you selfish bastard,” he teased. “Besides I was about to embarrass myself.”

Scorpius grinned at him. “So what do you want to touch?”

“How about everything? Can I touch everything?”

“Your wish is my command.” Albus pounced on him, and began running his hands all over Scorpius’s chest and arms and legs, but soon they found his hard cock and settled there. Scorpius still marveled that he could get so hard from giving Albus pleasure without even being touched.

Albus pushed him backwards and took Scorpius’s cock in his mouth without warning. Scorpius nearly arched off the bed. He twined his fingers into Albus’s soft hair and moaned loudly as Albus swirled his tongue around and around, a move that drove Scorpius mad with lust.

But what nearly sent him over the edge far too soon was looking down. It wasn’t the sight of Albus’s lips wrapped around his cock that did it, though that was insanely hot. It was that Albus was looking up at him and there was that look in his eyes again. The one that made Scorpius lose every coherent thought except ‘Albus.’ His love. His true love.

“Stop, stop,” he murmured, “I’m going to come if you don’t stop looking at me like that.”

“Isn’t that the idea?”

“Yes, but I want to fuck you.” Albus shivered. Scorpius knew that Albus loved to hear him say that.

“Then do it. Hurry.”

Scorpius smiled to himself. Always so impatient. He pulled Albus to him and kissed him deeply. Then he positioned himself carefully, kneeling at Albus’s entrance. Albus wrapped both legs around Scorpius’s waist and hooked his ankles, bracing himself. Scorpius whispered a lubrication charm, and pushed forward gently. They both moaned in satisfaction as they always did at that precise moment. When Albus’s body yielded to him, Scorpius buried himself fully inside and Albus grabbed his forearms rather desperately.

Scorpius didn’t share his boyfriend’s desire for haste, though. He felt a deep, pervasive contentment that flowed through his veins and he wanted to stay in the moment forever. However, Albus, the dirty little bastard, was looking at him again. As someone who had once vowed never to give up power, he was a miserable failure in that department. One look into his boyfriend’s eyes, and he was powerless. He stopped his shallow thrusting and began moving more quickly.

Albus sighed contentedly and, mission accomplished, allowed his eyes to drift shut in ecstasy. His boyfriend certainly had him wrapped around his little finger, but Scorpius didn’t mind a bit. He could feel himself getting close, and he wrapped his hand around Albus’s cock and stroked in time with his thrusts.

Albus moaned and clutched Scorpius harder. He opened his eyes again and showed Scorpius what he was thinking in that moment. Scorpius came, seemingly without warning. Albus groaned and joined him a few seconds later, smiling smugly.

“Manipulative git,” Scorpius complained.

“You told me when we first got together that I should never be shy about telling you want I want in bed.”

“Yes, but you never tell me. You just make me do it.”

“Same difference,” Albus murmured sleepily.

Scorpius rolled his eyes. But he was too happy to argue. He cast a few cleaning charms and looked at Albus, who had already rolled onto his side and was breathing deeply.

As he cuddled behind Albus and wrapped an arm around his waist, he thought about what had occurred to him earlier. The idea of Albus and himself raising children. He would have been terrified of such an idea a mere few months ago, but the idea filled him with a strange joy now. He couldn’t foresee a time when Albus wouldn’t be at his side. He wanted a life with Albus. A real life like his parents had, like Harry and Ginny Potter had. He wanted a cottage by the sea. Or a posh loft in the city, maybe. He wasn’t picky.

There was no doubt about it. Albus Potter had ruined him for all others, ever. And Scorpius had never been more glad about anything in his entire life. While Albus slept, Scorpius thought.

*****************

“So,” Astoria Malfoy said conversationally, “I don’t suppose I needed to worry about putting clean sheets on the guest bed, did I?”

Draco laughed. “I gave my tacit approval.”

“You’re a good father.”

“I had my doubts for a long time.”

“The problem is that you remember your own father too much when you think of fathers. You have a lot more of your mother in you than your father. You’ve been wonderful with Scorpius, if a little impatient at times. But obviously we did well, since he’s turned out to be an amazing man.”

“Yes. Luckily he has a lot of his mother in him as well. Malfoy men may be challenging, but we have excellent taste in spouses.”

Noting his use of ‘spouse’ rather than ‘wife,’ she asked him, “Do you think that Scorpius and Albus will get married? How does that work?”

“I’m sure you remember, dear.”

“No, I mean, wizarding law allows same-sex unions now, correct?”

“Yes, a statute passed years back. And I certainly hope that my son will make that decision. It isn’t befitting a Malfoy to run from commitment.”

They smiled at each other. “I don’t think we have to worry,” she said happily.

“Nor do I.”

“This is the best day I can remember having in years.”

Draco leaned over and kissed his wife sweetly. “I think I can make it even better.”

And he did.