Chain of Drabbles

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Title: Chain of memories? No! Chain of Drabbles!

Pairing for the chapter: Harry/James Sirius

Warnings: Hints of underage sex (15)

Prompt: Pureblood Tradition

It was a well known fact that Potter men would only marry and carry on the line when the current head died. Harry Potter found out why it was so when he was eighteen years old. Sure he found it a bit weird but every Pureblood Family had its own tradition, that one just happened to be theirs.

Seventeen years later, when James Sirius turned fifteen, he also found out the Potter tradition.

The newly turned fifteen year old watched in barely hidden excitement as his father walked into the room; today they had the house to themselves, Al and Lily were spending the day with their cousins and their mother to give them privacy.

With a reassuring smile, Harry approached his eldest child, his cock was half-hard already just thinking of that gangly body. Carefully he took off Jamie's pyjamas, caressing the creamy skin with the tip of his fingers, and then his mouth, his tongue and finally they were bare to look at each other.

It was hours later that Ginny returned with the other two, trying not to think about what her ex-husband had been up to with her son. She found them still in bed, the room stank of sex and sweat and she couldn't help but hate them a little; she left soon after, leaving a present and a card on the kitchen table.

Upstairs, the Potter men were entwined on Jamie's bed, Harry holding the boy protectively against his chest, his hand caressing the naked hip-bone. He couldn't help but feel deprived. He should have had the exact same experience with his own father, but that was just another thing Voldemort had robbed him off.

But now he had Jamie.

And Al, can't forget Al.