Fic: All the Time in the World
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marguerite_26This is the final installment of the Seventeen series. Though this story does stand on its own (maybe?), it is intended to be read after:
Seventeen
The Silver Knickers
Professor Potter’s First Day
Title: All the Time in the World
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, age disparity, not chan,
Word Count: ~5000
Pairing: Harry/Scorpius
Summary: Scorpius opened his mouth – almost casually – then his pink tongue flicked the tip of his quill; his eyes never leaving Harry’s. Harry was forced to remain seated as he started the lesson.
Author's Note:For the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
piratesmile331 who had a bad day yesterday. I hope this cheers her up.
Thank you toromaine24 for all her advice. And to silenceofcedars, lotus_lizzy and snarkyscorp for the beta and the great suggestions.
All the Time in the World
Harry blinked. Scorpius wouldn’t dare; but there it was again.
Scorpius opened his mouth – almost casually – then his pink tongue flicked the tip of his quill; his eyes never leaving Harry’s.
Harry was forced to remain seated as he started the lesson. He cleared his throat and began, “Today I’d like to talk about Unforgivables and their role in Voldemort’s rise to power.”
Scorpius began to suck the tip of the quill, twirling it around his tongue.
“First, I’d like someone to name an Unforgivable and give a brief description of how it could be used to gain the kind of power Voldemort attained.” Harry’s eyes swept the classroom, looking anywhere but at Scorpius. “Mr. Blott, please enlighten us.”
The response ‘Kill people who don’t like you’ was nervous and clumsy, but accurate enough to warrant 5 points to Gryffindor.
“Anyone else?” Harry lost his resolve and chanced a quick glance over. Scorpius hadn’t given up with the lack of attention; in fact the boy had actually continued his quill fellatio with half the feather currently residing in his mouth. Harry imagined the tip grazing the back of Scorpius’s delicate throat.
When Scorpius began thrusting it in further, Harry knew he had to put a stop to it. It was too dangerous a game to play in front of a class of observant eyes.
“Mr. Malfoy, I would like to remind you that you are an adult wizard. One does not devour a Sugar Quill during a NEWTs level Defense Against the Dark Arts lecture. Ten points from Slythern.”
From the seat beside Scorpius, Al groaned. “God, Scorpius. Do you even have a gag reflex?”
“Come on, Al. All the boys in Slytherin know Scorpius doesn’t gag,” a large dark-skinned boy teased. Martin Firenzi. Harry had never liked him.
Red-cheeked, Scorpius pulled the quill from his mouth and Vanished it. He silently pulled out a new quill, straightened his parchment and mumbled to Firenzi, “Like you’ve got enough to gag on.”
Harry cleared his throat again – such an annoying habit – and moved the lecture along. “Can anyone tell me which of the three Unforgivables played the greatest role in the war?”
A Slytherin at the back tentatively lifted his hand. After Harry nodded, he responded. “Avada Kedavra.”
Harry stood up and paced the length of the room. “Avada Kedavra. Yes, that does seem likely. As Mr. Blott described: kill your enemies. But I think sometimes something more subtle can be far more destructive.”
“The Cruciatus Curse,” blurted a Gryffindor whose name Harry couldn’t recall.
“Why?” Harry asked.
“Voldemort used it to make his followers afraid and to torture prisoners and stuff, right?”
“Yes. He certainly did.”
“Imperius.” It was Al this time. Harry smiled.
“Someone has an unfair advantage, but five points to Slytherin for listening to your father’s rambling every once in a while, Mr. Potter. Can you tell the class why?”
“That’s how he took over the Ministry and you said that was a big turning point in the war.”
“Very good.” Harry nodded to Al and then addressed the entire class. “You see Voldemort’s control of the Ministry meant he controlled the laws, the law enforcement, the Prophet and even Hogwarts. Overnight – quite literally – anyone who openly opposed Voldemort had to go into hiding. Anyone who worked at the Ministry now headed into enemy territory each morning.
“People didn’t know whom to trust from one day to the next. It was a powerful tool that spread a deep-seated fear and paranoia amongst people who would’ve otherwise felt unaffected by this largely silent war.”
They mulled that over for a moment; a few gave their neighbours suspicious looks as if imagining their best friend’s mind under a mad man’s control.
A nervous hand rose.
“What about you, sir? Have you ever had an Unforgivable cast on you?” Sara Wood asked.
“Of course, he has. Idiot. You-Know-Who cast the Killing Curse on him as a baby.” It was Firenzi again, the annoying git.
Sara squirmed at her obvious mistake. Harry jumped to her defense.
“Ms. Wood’s question is fair. I had all three Unforgivables cast on me by Voldemort. Fortunately, I was able to survive the Killing Curse – you know that story. He failed to place me under Imperius when I was fourteen. But he had me under Cruciatus several times. It is rather … painful.”
Harry heard the gasps around the room and realised these were not Auror trainees. They were students. He felt like Mad Eye Moody, telling hard truths and frightening children in the name of constant vigilance.
He cleared his throat. He caught Scorpius and Al’s matching looks of horror and gave them both a reassuring smile.
“Ah, but that was a long time ago. The war was unkind to everyone. I have never met a witch or wizard from either side that could look back on it fondly. Even in victory, there is no glory. War is pain and heartbreak and loss.”
The room was silent. Harry returned to his seat and let the moment be.
Once the students began to fidget, Harry announced, “Twelve inches on the political impact of Imperius, due to Professor Weinstein on Tuesday. It has been an honour teaching you this week. You are dismissed, go have an early lunch.”
~o~
Alone in his chambers, Harry sat at the desk to finish his preparations for the Anniversary Celebration the next day. The week of teaching had flown by. He’d hardly had a moment to himself and even less time with his children. Or Scorpius. Leaving the Great Hall this evening, Harry’d whispered an invite in Scorpius’s ear but it wasn’t certain that he’d be able to slip away. They had only managed a couple quick snogs besides the fantastic blow job on his first day.
For now, what he really needed to do was write his speech, or he was going to have six hundred sets of eyes on him and not an intelligent word to offer.
The week had been fascinating and educational. These children were so far removed from the war, even though most of them had fathers, mothers, aunts and uncles that had participated. He saw it in their eyes as he spoke. They had heard the stories, been taught the basics, but there was no pain, no anguish, no shame as they discussed it. It was someone else’s history; a story, rather than a reality. Harry was thankful for that.
It is what he hoped for in those hard early years after the war; that his children, and grandchildren, would not be ignorant of the war, but allowed an innocence that he and his classmates were denied.
Twenty five years ago Hogwarts re-opened – on a cool mid November morning – after finally rebuilding its ancient walls. This week he saw the fruits of that labour: a generation that had the power and the strength to carry on the spirit of healing with which Hogwarts was repaired, and never to repeat the mistakes of the generation before.
Harry dipped his quill and began to scribble down his thoughts. Tomorrow should be about the future, the new generation, as much as it was about the past.
~o~
Harry had neatly rolled the final copy of his speech and poured himself a night cap when he heard a soft knocking.
His pulse raced. He had almost given up hope. He quickly walked over to the door, pausing for a moment to gather his thoughts.
Scorpius stood in his doorway, pink cheeked and worrying his bottom lip.
“Good evening, Mr. Malfoy,” he said calmly.
“Good evening, Professor. I had a couple questions for you if you don’t mind.” Harry was sure Scorpius was trying not to look saucy as they had devised this little exchange for anyone that might be passing by, but the boy’s smile was far too delicious to be innocent.
“Not at all. Please, come in.” Harry let Scorpius slip past him as he looked into the hall. If they were spotted, he would leave the door to his suite open while he spoke to Scorpius. Fortunately, no one was around. Harry quietly closed the door, adding a Locking and Silencing Charm.
Scorpius was on him before he could put his wand away.
There were lips on his and a tongue pressing into his mouth, hands in his hair and hips pressed tight against his own. Harry pulled at Scorpius’s robes, trying to find skin. It was incredible to feel so wanted, so desired. Scorpius pressed against him as if he wanted to melt into Harry, be absorbed into his flesh.
Scorpius was sucking hard on his neck, panting and moaning and losing himself in the rhythm of their bodies writhing against each other. Scorpius was the most sensual being Harry had ever encountered.
Harry pulled back, his hand twisted in Scorpius’s hair. Scorpius lips were only a few centimeters away, wet with spit and red with lust. That mouth was made for kissing, for sucking cock: Baddock’s and Firenzi’s and Merlin knew how many others. Too damn many.
But those lips were his now. Those beautiful fucking lips belonged to him, to his mouth and his cock. The look in Scorpius’s eyes said everything Harry needed to know – don’t stop, don’t leave.
Harry leaned forward, just enough so that his lips felt the tickle of Scorpius’s breath. “Stay with me. Tonight, stay.”
Scorpius’s lips formed a lovely ‘o’ as the request sank in. “Are you sure?”
Harry nodded and smiled. “Tomorrow Ginny is arriving with James. There will be so many people. With speeches and other obligations, I won’t be able to be with you and then I’ll be back at home. I want us to have one night where we aren’t rushed and fumbling. Maybe we can even make it to a bed?”
Scorpius snickered. “Turning into a romantic are you, Mr. Potter?”
Harry kissed him, a slow deep exploration of his mouth, his tongue, his teeth. It was nothing like their frantic greeting; Harry kissed him like he had all the time in the world. He was happy to spend it here – claiming every inch of Scorpius’s gorgeous mouth.
When he finally pulled back, Scorpius was trembling. “Fuck that was… fuck.”
Harry smirked. “So you’ll stay?”
“Merlin, yes.”
“Good. We are going to do this my way.”
~o~
Harry sank deeper into the bath until his chin dipped below the water line. He moaned as the hot water stripped away the day’s stress.
Scorpius sat across from him, eyes closed. His forehead wrinkled in thought.
“You are thinking too hard. This is supposed to be relaxing.” Ten minutes ago Scorpius was ready to devour him like this morning’s Sugar Quill but the minute Harry slowed things down, Scorpius became lost in thought.
“Sorry.”
“Scorpius?”
“Yes?” Scorpius opened his eyes and looked over.
“Would you like to tell me what’s on your mind?”
“You,” Scorpius said plainly and shut his eyes again. The wrinkles on his brow deepened.
“I’m making your face go all scrunched up? I hope not.”
Scorpius sighed. “In class today, you were talking about the war and everything that happened to you. And that happened when you were seventeen or even younger.”
“Times were different. We all had to grow up fast. Me, your father, Al’s mum, Professor Longbottom… ” Harry’s back stiffened despite the warmth of the water surrounding him.
“But that’s just it. You’ve lived through so much. You’ve done so much. I know you are a bit older than me and it has never mattered to me. But today, when I think about everything you’ve experienced, this thing between us seems so insignificant compared to all that.”
Harry sat up straighter. The conversation was headed in a dangerous direction. “Do you think I consider us insignificant?”
“No. That is, to me, it’s everything. Right now you are everything. And for you, I’m just one tiny fraction of what defines you.” – Scorpius ran a wet hand through his hair making it slick back. He looked alarmingly like his father at eleven. “I’m like a footnote. A secret invisible footnote on your thousand page life story.”
“Come here.” Harry held out his hand to pull Scorpius across the bath.
“Harry. ” Scorpius shook his head.
“Come here.” Harry stubbornly grabbed the unwilling Scorpius towards him until he was sitting on his lap. With his arms wrapped tightly around Scorpius’s chest so he could not escape, Harry said, “You are not a footnote to me. You are… I don’t know.”
Scorpius struggled to get free, but Harry held on, searching for the right words. He wasn’t just placating a pouting lover, he understood the depth of Scorpius’s insecurity. It was well founded. They were vastly different in age, maturity and experience. That didn’t mean they didn’t have a future together. Harry didn’t want to think of next month, next year, without Scorpius. Somewhere along the line Harry had fallen, hard.
“Right now when people look at me, they see my past, and you are right – you are not a part of that. But Scorpius, I want you to be part of the future. I want you to be the next chapter. I do not want you secret or invisible. When you get out of Hogwarts and start your life as an adult, I want to be there. I want to stand by you as you start filling in your life story.”
Scorpius turned his head to look at Harry. “The next chapter?”
“Yeah.”
“I like that.” Scorpius nodded and relaxed his back against Harry’s chest.
“Me, too.” Harry whispered and tightened his grip.
He held Scorpius in his lap in silence until the water began to cool. As they climbed out of the bath, Scorpius grabbed a towel for himself and handed another to Harry. Harry snatched both towels from Scorpius’s hands. He dried Scorpius off first. Slowly he rubbed down every inch of pink skin, stopping to kiss the scorpion tattoo, before he ran the towel across his own body.
Scorpius’s cock stood proudly at attention while he waited for Harry to finish.
Without a word, Harry pulled Scorpius to bed and instructed him to lie, face down, knees tucked beneath him.
Tonight he would show Scorpius how he felt, even if he couldn’t yet say all the right words. He would worship that irresistible body with his fingers, his mouth, his tongue, his cock, until Scorpius understood the things left unsaid.
Harry wrapped his bath-warmed body around Scorpius, just resting a-top him like a blanket. He nuzzled the still wet strands of fine hair at the base of his neck.
“You are so amazing. I don’t know how I made it through this week without bending you over a desk in the middle of a lecture.”
He kissed and licked and nibbled each vertebra, one by one. He whispered his dirty thoughts into the sweaty skin as he slowly traced down Scorpius’s arched spine.
“Maybe pulling you into some dark alcove and falling to my knees and sucking you off?” Scorpius squirmed beneath him, probably trying to find friction for his trapped cock.
He reached the tailbone and circled it with his tongue. Scorpius whimpered. Harry placed feather-light licks down the cleft of Scorpius’s arse. Scorpius reached around a spread himself open with the palms of his hands.
“Have you ever done this before, Scorpius? Had someone make love to you with their tongue?” Harry tickled his hands up and down Scorpius’s sides until he heard the raspy no.
Harry groaned in approval. The tight hole was already twitching in anticipation. Harry didn’t waste any more time. He swiped his flattened tongue along the hole. Scorpius gasped and pressed his cheek into the sheets. Harry repeated it a half dozen times, loving the reaction from Scorpius. Scorpius spread his legs and bent himself forward, muttering a litany of profanities into the sheets with each lick. His fingers were pale and arse cheeks red from his grip.
Harry swirled his tongue around the hole and finally pressed inside. Scorpius cried out, pressing himself back towards the intrusion.
The tight ring quivered around Harry’s tongue – sucking him in, begging for more. Harry gripped Scorpius’s hips lifting him higher. Scorpius released his cheeks and balanced himself on the bed, kneeling with his arse in the air and head pressing into the mattress.
Harry had to close his eyes to compose himself. When he opened them again, he had a perfectly delicious idea. He gave the soft pale skin a little smack and marveled at the rosy mark that appeared instantly.
“Hey!”
Harry chuckled and slapped the other cheek. Before Scorpius could complain again – or worse – move, Harry’s tongue was back teasing the hole. He pressed his face between the cheeks, sucking and licking and tongue fucking. And Scorpius never stopped babbling: harder, faster, fuck me now, don’t stop.
Harry stopped; Scorpius growled in frustration.
“Which is it, fuck me now or don’t stop. We’ve got all night.”
‘nnnnngh,’ Scorpius replied. His eyes were squeezed shut and his face curled awkwardly against the sheets.
“Accio oil.” If Harry’s cock was willing, they could always have another round at day break.
“Thank Merlin.”
Harry slicked two fingers and gently traced along the hole before pressing in. He pumped them in further, loving the squeeze they received by Scorpius’s tight arse. All the time in the world, he reminded himself. He kept the pace slow, fingers twisting and exploring, gradually stretching – memorizing each flinch and gasp he received.
He changed his angle and there. Scorpius jumped. Harry repeated the move again and again.
“Now.” – nnngh – “ Fuck. Harry.” – Scorpius thrust himself back against the fingers – “Now.”
God, yes, now, Harry agreed. He removed his fingers and slicked his cock. Kneeling behind Scorpius, he pressed his cock against the entrance. Gripping Scorpius’s narrow hips, he pulled Scorpius back as he thrust forward. In one slow smooth stroke, Scorpius was fully seated, his back resting on Harry’s chest and his thighs spread wide.
They rested for a moment, panting hard against each other. This was bliss, Harry realised. His cock buried balls deep into this gorgeous arse, their bodies fitting together perfectly, was better than anything. Harry placed feather light kisses on Scorpius’s shoulder and up his neck, whispering meaningful nothings: I’m never letting you go, you’re mine.
He might have stayed there forever: a single captured moment of lust and love and anticipation, except Scorpius clenched tight around his cock and suddenly staying still was not an option. Directing Scorpius with the grip on his hips, he pulled out as Scorpius rose then pushed back in.
The pace was set immediately: quick and punishing. The moment for tenderness had passed. They were now two men on the edge, desperate to reach their climax. Needing better control, Harry leaned them forward, until Scorpius held his own weight with his hand on the mattress. Harry snapped his hips forward, setting a frantic rhythm. Scorpius grunted with each thrust, swearing and pushing back, demanding more without saying a coherent word.
Harry felt the pressure begin to build. He reached around and with his thumb, circled the leaking tip of Scorpius’s cock. Nnnnnnngh. Ah fuck. A few quick pulls and Scorpius shuddered beneath him.
Harry let the wave of spasms carry him over the edge. He froze, locked tightly around Scorpius, hugging him close as the world exploded around him.
With a grunt, he slid off Scorpius. He reached for the discarded towel, too exhausted to summon his wand. He cleaned them both, lazily tracing a finger over Scorpius’s tattoo as it faded from red and gold back to original green and silver.
He sank back in bed and Scorpius immediately curled around him.
As he felt the pull of sleep begin to steal his consciousness, he heard Scorpius’s muffled whisper tickle his shoulder. I love you.
~o~
Banging reverberated through the quiet rooms. Harry fumbled to quickly don his robe. As he quietly closed the bedroom door, he threw a regretful glance at the warm bed and sleeping form he just abandoned.
He stumbled towards the door to his chambers and wished he’d thought to throw a Silencing Charm on his bedroom door. But whoever this was he’d get rid of them fast. It was after two in the morning. And God, his feet were freezing on the stone floor.
Harry swung open the door and all the frustration of being woken turned to panic.
Al stood in his doorway, face pale and lips pressed tight in anger. His eyes traveled the length of Harry, taking in the rumpled robe, the messy hair and – fuck – he hoped he didn’t have a love bite. Given the pained look in Al’s eyes as he paused at Harry’s neck, it was pretty likely.
Fuck.
Al pushed his way through the doorway and into the sitting room, stopping to drop something on the side table before turning to face Harry. His eyes were filled with hurt and tears, though none had spilled yet.
Harry shut the door as slowly as he could, trying to buy himself some composure. None came to him.
“I was worried about Scorpius,” Al began. His voice was shaking. “He’s been acting weird: disappearing and making up lame excuses. I thought maybe he had a new beaux that he wanted to keep secret, so I haven’t said anything. But tonight he snuck out and never came back.”
Al’s eyes – whether intentionally of not – strayed to the table and the item he’d placed there. Harry breath hitched as he recognized his father’s old map.
Al never looked up, never met Harry’s eye. He just continued talking in a broken empty tone, “I didn’t want him to get in trouble. I was worried. Imagine my surprise.”
“Al,” Harry started but couldn’t think of what to say next, there was nothing he could deny.
“What? No ‘it’s not what you think’? No ‘nothing’s going on’? No ‘I found him locked out of the Slytherin dorm so I let him crash here’?”
The hope in Al’s voice was almost too much to bear. Al was handing him every excuse and just begging Harry to make it believable. Harry shook his head and gave Al a tight lipped smile. He wouldn’t deny or explain away the young man sleeping in his bed.
“So you are fucking my best friend and you aren’t even going to deny it? He is your student, Dad.”
“Only until tomorrow,” Harry mumbled.
Al scowled.
“Scorpius is of age. And consenting.”
“Consenting.” Al laughed, a horrid hollow sound. “He’s had a crush on you since before he entered Hogwarts. God.”
“I did not coerce him. Come on, Al. What kind of person do you think I am?” Harry tried desperately to keep his voice level. His only hope was to keep both of them calm.
“Well I thought you at least had enough self-control – Mr. Savior of the Wizarding World – to not drop your pants when a seventeen year old bats his eyelashes at you during class.”
Harry’s temper flared with Al’s words. None of his children had ever spoken to him that way. “Whose virtue are you defending here, Al?”
Al sighed and flopped into a chair. “I don’t know anymore. But Dad! This isn’t right. I think…” He paused, his eyes resting on the map and the tiny dot with the name Scorpius Malfoy printed beside it. “I think Scorpius is going to get really hurt. You don’t know him. I mean he acts all full of it, but when it comes to certain things – things that are important to him – he’s vulnerable.”
Harry couldn’t stop a small smile from spreading across his face. Al’s concern was well-founded and showed a deep respect and understanding of his friend that Harry wouldn’t have expected.
“Al, I appreciate what you are saying. I need to be honest with you so that you understand. This isn’t a one time thing. Scorpius and I are… in a relationship. It is complicated and difficult but also something pretty wonderful.” –Harry watched Al’s eyes widen at the revelation– “I’m not going to give it up. I would prefer to wait until he is out of school before we need to tell anyone. But if you feel that you need to force this into the public eye, then I will stand by him.”
Harry’s words were calm and quiet but did not belie his conviction.
The line between Al’s brows deepened. “He’s in love with you. It’s not even a question, is it? He’s always been.”
Harry nodded. “Yes, I believe he is in love with me.”
There was a sharp intake of breath behind Harry.
Al glanced up over Harry’s shoulder and looked away, blushing.
Harry turned, moving so that he stood between Scorpius and Al.
“Hey.” Scorpius whispered. His voice was still hoarse from sleep. He looked impossibly young wrapped in just a blanket. His eyes searched Harry’s looking for direction on how to handle this new situation.
“Hi.” Harry took Scorpius’s hand and held it in a possessive grasp. “You ok?”
Scorpius nodded and looked over Harry’s shoulder. “What did I miss?” Scorpius swallowed hard, his jaw set ready for the impending blow.
“Al has a map that tells him where each person is in the castle. He came looking for you. He was worried.”
“I had no idea there was a map that could do that, I’m sorry. I should have left.” Scorpius whispered. His head was bent staring at Harry’s collar and not his eyes. “I knew it was too risky to fall asleep. I could have–”
“Shh. It’s fine. I knew the map existed. I gave it to James. I assumed it had been confiscated during his time here.”
Al piped in, not bothering to pretend he wasn’t listening to the conversation, “I traded a month of chores for it last summer.”
Harry sighed and lifted Scorpius’s chin up with a finger. “Anyway, it’s not your fault, Scorpius. Someone was bound to find out. We were playing with fire; especially being at Hogwarts.”
Scorpius raised his eyes and gave Harry a crooked smile. The one that Harry hated, because it meant his heart was being broken.
Harry ran his thumb gently along Scorpius’s bottom lip. He felt the lip tremble.
Harry gently pressed their lips together. “I will take care of this,” he whispered into the kiss. “We’ll be alright.”
“Shit,” Al interrupted them. “You’re in love with him.”
Harry turned, holding Scorpius close to his back. “Yes. I am.” Harry felt Scorpius stiffen behind him. “Does that make this harder or easier?”
“I don’t know.” Al pressed the heel of his hands against his eyes.
“Your mother will be arriving tomorrow. I would like the opportunity to discuss this with her privately before you talk to anyone.”
“You’re going to tell Mum?”
“Only if you force me to, Al. The timing is awkward to say the least, but this is something she needs to hear from me first.”
“This is so fucked.”
Scorpius snuck out from behind Harry, the blanket still held tightly around him and went over to sit beside Al. “Please, Al. It’s not that crazy.”
Al glared at him. “And what if it was your father?” –He looked up at Harry– “What if it were me and Mr. Malfoy? And it was you seeing marks on my neck and knowing they came from getting sucked on from someone your age?”
Harry felt himself blanch. There was nothing for it, he was a hypocrite. “If that was happening–” he couldn’t even bear to repeat the idea, “–then I would have concerns to raise with Draco. And you, too. Mostly I’d be concerned about his intentions and that everything was consensual.”
Even to his ears, the words sounded flat. Harry fiddled with the tie of his robe. “We are not naïve, Al. We know how this looks, how people will react. But there are ways to temper the storm. If you let us do it our way, we can avoid at least some of the scandal.”
“Al, we aren’t fooling around here. We’ve talked about this. Neither of us wants to keep this a secret forever. It’s just right now…”
“…with Scorpius still in school…”
“…it would be so much worse.”
“Give us eight months.”
Al sighed. “Fine. But I don’t want to lie to Mum, or anyone to protect you. I want a promise from you that within a year our immediate family will know.”
Harry and Scorpius smiled at each other and said in unison, “Done.” “Perfect.”
Al got up and made his way to the door.
“Al, I’m keeping the map.”
“I figured.” Al shrugged.
“Thank you, Al,” Harry added with unquestionable sincerity.
Al just nodded. “Whatever. I reckon I don’t really want anyone to know anyway. It’s really weird, and kind of gross.” Al crinkled his nose, but his eyes were mostly teasing.
The second the door closed, Harry was tackled to the ground and peppered with kisses.
“You love me!”
Harry chuckled. “How could I not? You are completely irresistible. But I’m an old man and this floor is killing my back. Can we take this to the bed?”
They had time; they could do this properly.
~fin~
Thanks to everyone that has read and enjoyed these pervey little fics. They were a pleasure to write.
Seventeen
The Silver Knickers
Professor Potter’s First Day
Title: All the Time in the World
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, age disparity, not chan,
Word Count: ~5000
Pairing: Harry/Scorpius
Summary: Scorpius opened his mouth – almost casually – then his pink tongue flicked the tip of his quill; his eyes never leaving Harry’s. Harry was forced to remain seated as he started the lesson.
Author's Note:For the lovely
piratesmile331 who had a bad day yesterday. I hope this cheers her up.Thank you to
romaine24 for all her advice. And to silenceofcedars, lotus_lizzy and snarkyscorp for the beta and the great suggestions. All the Time in the World
Harry blinked. Scorpius wouldn’t dare; but there it was again.
Scorpius opened his mouth – almost casually – then his pink tongue flicked the tip of his quill; his eyes never leaving Harry’s.
Harry was forced to remain seated as he started the lesson. He cleared his throat and began, “Today I’d like to talk about Unforgivables and their role in Voldemort’s rise to power.”
Scorpius began to suck the tip of the quill, twirling it around his tongue.
“First, I’d like someone to name an Unforgivable and give a brief description of how it could be used to gain the kind of power Voldemort attained.” Harry’s eyes swept the classroom, looking anywhere but at Scorpius. “Mr. Blott, please enlighten us.”
The response ‘Kill people who don’t like you’ was nervous and clumsy, but accurate enough to warrant 5 points to Gryffindor.
“Anyone else?” Harry lost his resolve and chanced a quick glance over. Scorpius hadn’t given up with the lack of attention; in fact the boy had actually continued his quill fellatio with half the feather currently residing in his mouth. Harry imagined the tip grazing the back of Scorpius’s delicate throat.
When Scorpius began thrusting it in further, Harry knew he had to put a stop to it. It was too dangerous a game to play in front of a class of observant eyes.
“Mr. Malfoy, I would like to remind you that you are an adult wizard. One does not devour a Sugar Quill during a NEWTs level Defense Against the Dark Arts lecture. Ten points from Slythern.”
From the seat beside Scorpius, Al groaned. “God, Scorpius. Do you even have a gag reflex?”
“Come on, Al. All the boys in Slytherin know Scorpius doesn’t gag,” a large dark-skinned boy teased. Martin Firenzi. Harry had never liked him.
Red-cheeked, Scorpius pulled the quill from his mouth and Vanished it. He silently pulled out a new quill, straightened his parchment and mumbled to Firenzi, “Like you’ve got enough to gag on.”
Harry cleared his throat again – such an annoying habit – and moved the lecture along. “Can anyone tell me which of the three Unforgivables played the greatest role in the war?”
A Slytherin at the back tentatively lifted his hand. After Harry nodded, he responded. “Avada Kedavra.”
Harry stood up and paced the length of the room. “Avada Kedavra. Yes, that does seem likely. As Mr. Blott described: kill your enemies. But I think sometimes something more subtle can be far more destructive.”
“The Cruciatus Curse,” blurted a Gryffindor whose name Harry couldn’t recall.
“Why?” Harry asked.
“Voldemort used it to make his followers afraid and to torture prisoners and stuff, right?”
“Yes. He certainly did.”
“Imperius.” It was Al this time. Harry smiled.
“Someone has an unfair advantage, but five points to Slytherin for listening to your father’s rambling every once in a while, Mr. Potter. Can you tell the class why?”
“That’s how he took over the Ministry and you said that was a big turning point in the war.”
“Very good.” Harry nodded to Al and then addressed the entire class. “You see Voldemort’s control of the Ministry meant he controlled the laws, the law enforcement, the Prophet and even Hogwarts. Overnight – quite literally – anyone who openly opposed Voldemort had to go into hiding. Anyone who worked at the Ministry now headed into enemy territory each morning.
“People didn’t know whom to trust from one day to the next. It was a powerful tool that spread a deep-seated fear and paranoia amongst people who would’ve otherwise felt unaffected by this largely silent war.”
They mulled that over for a moment; a few gave their neighbours suspicious looks as if imagining their best friend’s mind under a mad man’s control.
A nervous hand rose.
“What about you, sir? Have you ever had an Unforgivable cast on you?” Sara Wood asked.
“Of course, he has. Idiot. You-Know-Who cast the Killing Curse on him as a baby.” It was Firenzi again, the annoying git.
Sara squirmed at her obvious mistake. Harry jumped to her defense.
“Ms. Wood’s question is fair. I had all three Unforgivables cast on me by Voldemort. Fortunately, I was able to survive the Killing Curse – you know that story. He failed to place me under Imperius when I was fourteen. But he had me under Cruciatus several times. It is rather … painful.”
Harry heard the gasps around the room and realised these were not Auror trainees. They were students. He felt like Mad Eye Moody, telling hard truths and frightening children in the name of constant vigilance.
He cleared his throat. He caught Scorpius and Al’s matching looks of horror and gave them both a reassuring smile.
“Ah, but that was a long time ago. The war was unkind to everyone. I have never met a witch or wizard from either side that could look back on it fondly. Even in victory, there is no glory. War is pain and heartbreak and loss.”
The room was silent. Harry returned to his seat and let the moment be.
Once the students began to fidget, Harry announced, “Twelve inches on the political impact of Imperius, due to Professor Weinstein on Tuesday. It has been an honour teaching you this week. You are dismissed, go have an early lunch.”
~o~
Alone in his chambers, Harry sat at the desk to finish his preparations for the Anniversary Celebration the next day. The week of teaching had flown by. He’d hardly had a moment to himself and even less time with his children. Or Scorpius. Leaving the Great Hall this evening, Harry’d whispered an invite in Scorpius’s ear but it wasn’t certain that he’d be able to slip away. They had only managed a couple quick snogs besides the fantastic blow job on his first day.
For now, what he really needed to do was write his speech, or he was going to have six hundred sets of eyes on him and not an intelligent word to offer.
The week had been fascinating and educational. These children were so far removed from the war, even though most of them had fathers, mothers, aunts and uncles that had participated. He saw it in their eyes as he spoke. They had heard the stories, been taught the basics, but there was no pain, no anguish, no shame as they discussed it. It was someone else’s history; a story, rather than a reality. Harry was thankful for that.
It is what he hoped for in those hard early years after the war; that his children, and grandchildren, would not be ignorant of the war, but allowed an innocence that he and his classmates were denied.
Twenty five years ago Hogwarts re-opened – on a cool mid November morning – after finally rebuilding its ancient walls. This week he saw the fruits of that labour: a generation that had the power and the strength to carry on the spirit of healing with which Hogwarts was repaired, and never to repeat the mistakes of the generation before.
Harry dipped his quill and began to scribble down his thoughts. Tomorrow should be about the future, the new generation, as much as it was about the past.
~o~
Harry had neatly rolled the final copy of his speech and poured himself a night cap when he heard a soft knocking.
His pulse raced. He had almost given up hope. He quickly walked over to the door, pausing for a moment to gather his thoughts.
Scorpius stood in his doorway, pink cheeked and worrying his bottom lip.
“Good evening, Mr. Malfoy,” he said calmly.
“Good evening, Professor. I had a couple questions for you if you don’t mind.” Harry was sure Scorpius was trying not to look saucy as they had devised this little exchange for anyone that might be passing by, but the boy’s smile was far too delicious to be innocent.
“Not at all. Please, come in.” Harry let Scorpius slip past him as he looked into the hall. If they were spotted, he would leave the door to his suite open while he spoke to Scorpius. Fortunately, no one was around. Harry quietly closed the door, adding a Locking and Silencing Charm.
Scorpius was on him before he could put his wand away.
There were lips on his and a tongue pressing into his mouth, hands in his hair and hips pressed tight against his own. Harry pulled at Scorpius’s robes, trying to find skin. It was incredible to feel so wanted, so desired. Scorpius pressed against him as if he wanted to melt into Harry, be absorbed into his flesh.
Scorpius was sucking hard on his neck, panting and moaning and losing himself in the rhythm of their bodies writhing against each other. Scorpius was the most sensual being Harry had ever encountered.
Harry pulled back, his hand twisted in Scorpius’s hair. Scorpius lips were only a few centimeters away, wet with spit and red with lust. That mouth was made for kissing, for sucking cock: Baddock’s and Firenzi’s and Merlin knew how many others. Too damn many.
But those lips were his now. Those beautiful fucking lips belonged to him, to his mouth and his cock. The look in Scorpius’s eyes said everything Harry needed to know – don’t stop, don’t leave.
Harry leaned forward, just enough so that his lips felt the tickle of Scorpius’s breath. “Stay with me. Tonight, stay.”
Scorpius’s lips formed a lovely ‘o’ as the request sank in. “Are you sure?”
Harry nodded and smiled. “Tomorrow Ginny is arriving with James. There will be so many people. With speeches and other obligations, I won’t be able to be with you and then I’ll be back at home. I want us to have one night where we aren’t rushed and fumbling. Maybe we can even make it to a bed?”
Scorpius snickered. “Turning into a romantic are you, Mr. Potter?”
Harry kissed him, a slow deep exploration of his mouth, his tongue, his teeth. It was nothing like their frantic greeting; Harry kissed him like he had all the time in the world. He was happy to spend it here – claiming every inch of Scorpius’s gorgeous mouth.
When he finally pulled back, Scorpius was trembling. “Fuck that was… fuck.”
Harry smirked. “So you’ll stay?”
“Merlin, yes.”
“Good. We are going to do this my way.”
~o~
Harry sank deeper into the bath until his chin dipped below the water line. He moaned as the hot water stripped away the day’s stress.
Scorpius sat across from him, eyes closed. His forehead wrinkled in thought.
“You are thinking too hard. This is supposed to be relaxing.” Ten minutes ago Scorpius was ready to devour him like this morning’s Sugar Quill but the minute Harry slowed things down, Scorpius became lost in thought.
“Sorry.”
“Scorpius?”
“Yes?” Scorpius opened his eyes and looked over.
“Would you like to tell me what’s on your mind?”
“You,” Scorpius said plainly and shut his eyes again. The wrinkles on his brow deepened.
“I’m making your face go all scrunched up? I hope not.”
Scorpius sighed. “In class today, you were talking about the war and everything that happened to you. And that happened when you were seventeen or even younger.”
“Times were different. We all had to grow up fast. Me, your father, Al’s mum, Professor Longbottom… ” Harry’s back stiffened despite the warmth of the water surrounding him.
“But that’s just it. You’ve lived through so much. You’ve done so much. I know you are a bit older than me and it has never mattered to me. But today, when I think about everything you’ve experienced, this thing between us seems so insignificant compared to all that.”
Harry sat up straighter. The conversation was headed in a dangerous direction. “Do you think I consider us insignificant?”
“No. That is, to me, it’s everything. Right now you are everything. And for you, I’m just one tiny fraction of what defines you.” – Scorpius ran a wet hand through his hair making it slick back. He looked alarmingly like his father at eleven. “I’m like a footnote. A secret invisible footnote on your thousand page life story.”
“Come here.” Harry held out his hand to pull Scorpius across the bath.
“Harry. ” Scorpius shook his head.
“Come here.” Harry stubbornly grabbed the unwilling Scorpius towards him until he was sitting on his lap. With his arms wrapped tightly around Scorpius’s chest so he could not escape, Harry said, “You are not a footnote to me. You are… I don’t know.”
Scorpius struggled to get free, but Harry held on, searching for the right words. He wasn’t just placating a pouting lover, he understood the depth of Scorpius’s insecurity. It was well founded. They were vastly different in age, maturity and experience. That didn’t mean they didn’t have a future together. Harry didn’t want to think of next month, next year, without Scorpius. Somewhere along the line Harry had fallen, hard.
“Right now when people look at me, they see my past, and you are right – you are not a part of that. But Scorpius, I want you to be part of the future. I want you to be the next chapter. I do not want you secret or invisible. When you get out of Hogwarts and start your life as an adult, I want to be there. I want to stand by you as you start filling in your life story.”
Scorpius turned his head to look at Harry. “The next chapter?”
“Yeah.”
“I like that.” Scorpius nodded and relaxed his back against Harry’s chest.
“Me, too.” Harry whispered and tightened his grip.
He held Scorpius in his lap in silence until the water began to cool. As they climbed out of the bath, Scorpius grabbed a towel for himself and handed another to Harry. Harry snatched both towels from Scorpius’s hands. He dried Scorpius off first. Slowly he rubbed down every inch of pink skin, stopping to kiss the scorpion tattoo, before he ran the towel across his own body.
Scorpius’s cock stood proudly at attention while he waited for Harry to finish.
Without a word, Harry pulled Scorpius to bed and instructed him to lie, face down, knees tucked beneath him.
Tonight he would show Scorpius how he felt, even if he couldn’t yet say all the right words. He would worship that irresistible body with his fingers, his mouth, his tongue, his cock, until Scorpius understood the things left unsaid.
Harry wrapped his bath-warmed body around Scorpius, just resting a-top him like a blanket. He nuzzled the still wet strands of fine hair at the base of his neck.
“You are so amazing. I don’t know how I made it through this week without bending you over a desk in the middle of a lecture.”
He kissed and licked and nibbled each vertebra, one by one. He whispered his dirty thoughts into the sweaty skin as he slowly traced down Scorpius’s arched spine.
“Maybe pulling you into some dark alcove and falling to my knees and sucking you off?” Scorpius squirmed beneath him, probably trying to find friction for his trapped cock.
He reached the tailbone and circled it with his tongue. Scorpius whimpered. Harry placed feather-light licks down the cleft of Scorpius’s arse. Scorpius reached around a spread himself open with the palms of his hands.
“Have you ever done this before, Scorpius? Had someone make love to you with their tongue?” Harry tickled his hands up and down Scorpius’s sides until he heard the raspy no.
Harry groaned in approval. The tight hole was already twitching in anticipation. Harry didn’t waste any more time. He swiped his flattened tongue along the hole. Scorpius gasped and pressed his cheek into the sheets. Harry repeated it a half dozen times, loving the reaction from Scorpius. Scorpius spread his legs and bent himself forward, muttering a litany of profanities into the sheets with each lick. His fingers were pale and arse cheeks red from his grip.
Harry swirled his tongue around the hole and finally pressed inside. Scorpius cried out, pressing himself back towards the intrusion.
The tight ring quivered around Harry’s tongue – sucking him in, begging for more. Harry gripped Scorpius’s hips lifting him higher. Scorpius released his cheeks and balanced himself on the bed, kneeling with his arse in the air and head pressing into the mattress.
Harry had to close his eyes to compose himself. When he opened them again, he had a perfectly delicious idea. He gave the soft pale skin a little smack and marveled at the rosy mark that appeared instantly.
“Hey!”
Harry chuckled and slapped the other cheek. Before Scorpius could complain again – or worse – move, Harry’s tongue was back teasing the hole. He pressed his face between the cheeks, sucking and licking and tongue fucking. And Scorpius never stopped babbling: harder, faster, fuck me now, don’t stop.
Harry stopped; Scorpius growled in frustration.
“Which is it, fuck me now or don’t stop. We’ve got all night.”
‘nnnnngh,’ Scorpius replied. His eyes were squeezed shut and his face curled awkwardly against the sheets.
“Accio oil.” If Harry’s cock was willing, they could always have another round at day break.
“Thank Merlin.”
Harry slicked two fingers and gently traced along the hole before pressing in. He pumped them in further, loving the squeeze they received by Scorpius’s tight arse. All the time in the world, he reminded himself. He kept the pace slow, fingers twisting and exploring, gradually stretching – memorizing each flinch and gasp he received.
He changed his angle and there. Scorpius jumped. Harry repeated the move again and again.
“Now.” – nnngh – “ Fuck. Harry.” – Scorpius thrust himself back against the fingers – “Now.”
God, yes, now, Harry agreed. He removed his fingers and slicked his cock. Kneeling behind Scorpius, he pressed his cock against the entrance. Gripping Scorpius’s narrow hips, he pulled Scorpius back as he thrust forward. In one slow smooth stroke, Scorpius was fully seated, his back resting on Harry’s chest and his thighs spread wide.
They rested for a moment, panting hard against each other. This was bliss, Harry realised. His cock buried balls deep into this gorgeous arse, their bodies fitting together perfectly, was better than anything. Harry placed feather light kisses on Scorpius’s shoulder and up his neck, whispering meaningful nothings: I’m never letting you go, you’re mine.
He might have stayed there forever: a single captured moment of lust and love and anticipation, except Scorpius clenched tight around his cock and suddenly staying still was not an option. Directing Scorpius with the grip on his hips, he pulled out as Scorpius rose then pushed back in.
The pace was set immediately: quick and punishing. The moment for tenderness had passed. They were now two men on the edge, desperate to reach their climax. Needing better control, Harry leaned them forward, until Scorpius held his own weight with his hand on the mattress. Harry snapped his hips forward, setting a frantic rhythm. Scorpius grunted with each thrust, swearing and pushing back, demanding more without saying a coherent word.
Harry felt the pressure begin to build. He reached around and with his thumb, circled the leaking tip of Scorpius’s cock. Nnnnnnngh. Ah fuck. A few quick pulls and Scorpius shuddered beneath him.
Harry let the wave of spasms carry him over the edge. He froze, locked tightly around Scorpius, hugging him close as the world exploded around him.
With a grunt, he slid off Scorpius. He reached for the discarded towel, too exhausted to summon his wand. He cleaned them both, lazily tracing a finger over Scorpius’s tattoo as it faded from red and gold back to original green and silver.
He sank back in bed and Scorpius immediately curled around him.
As he felt the pull of sleep begin to steal his consciousness, he heard Scorpius’s muffled whisper tickle his shoulder. I love you.
~o~
Banging reverberated through the quiet rooms. Harry fumbled to quickly don his robe. As he quietly closed the bedroom door, he threw a regretful glance at the warm bed and sleeping form he just abandoned.
He stumbled towards the door to his chambers and wished he’d thought to throw a Silencing Charm on his bedroom door. But whoever this was he’d get rid of them fast. It was after two in the morning. And God, his feet were freezing on the stone floor.
Harry swung open the door and all the frustration of being woken turned to panic.
Al stood in his doorway, face pale and lips pressed tight in anger. His eyes traveled the length of Harry, taking in the rumpled robe, the messy hair and – fuck – he hoped he didn’t have a love bite. Given the pained look in Al’s eyes as he paused at Harry’s neck, it was pretty likely.
Fuck.
Al pushed his way through the doorway and into the sitting room, stopping to drop something on the side table before turning to face Harry. His eyes were filled with hurt and tears, though none had spilled yet.
Harry shut the door as slowly as he could, trying to buy himself some composure. None came to him.
“I was worried about Scorpius,” Al began. His voice was shaking. “He’s been acting weird: disappearing and making up lame excuses. I thought maybe he had a new beaux that he wanted to keep secret, so I haven’t said anything. But tonight he snuck out and never came back.”
Al’s eyes – whether intentionally of not – strayed to the table and the item he’d placed there. Harry breath hitched as he recognized his father’s old map.
Al never looked up, never met Harry’s eye. He just continued talking in a broken empty tone, “I didn’t want him to get in trouble. I was worried. Imagine my surprise.”
“Al,” Harry started but couldn’t think of what to say next, there was nothing he could deny.
“What? No ‘it’s not what you think’? No ‘nothing’s going on’? No ‘I found him locked out of the Slytherin dorm so I let him crash here’?”
The hope in Al’s voice was almost too much to bear. Al was handing him every excuse and just begging Harry to make it believable. Harry shook his head and gave Al a tight lipped smile. He wouldn’t deny or explain away the young man sleeping in his bed.
“So you are fucking my best friend and you aren’t even going to deny it? He is your student, Dad.”
“Only until tomorrow,” Harry mumbled.
Al scowled.
“Scorpius is of age. And consenting.”
“Consenting.” Al laughed, a horrid hollow sound. “He’s had a crush on you since before he entered Hogwarts. God.”
“I did not coerce him. Come on, Al. What kind of person do you think I am?” Harry tried desperately to keep his voice level. His only hope was to keep both of them calm.
“Well I thought you at least had enough self-control – Mr. Savior of the Wizarding World – to not drop your pants when a seventeen year old bats his eyelashes at you during class.”
Harry’s temper flared with Al’s words. None of his children had ever spoken to him that way. “Whose virtue are you defending here, Al?”
Al sighed and flopped into a chair. “I don’t know anymore. But Dad! This isn’t right. I think…” He paused, his eyes resting on the map and the tiny dot with the name Scorpius Malfoy printed beside it. “I think Scorpius is going to get really hurt. You don’t know him. I mean he acts all full of it, but when it comes to certain things – things that are important to him – he’s vulnerable.”
Harry couldn’t stop a small smile from spreading across his face. Al’s concern was well-founded and showed a deep respect and understanding of his friend that Harry wouldn’t have expected.
“Al, I appreciate what you are saying. I need to be honest with you so that you understand. This isn’t a one time thing. Scorpius and I are… in a relationship. It is complicated and difficult but also something pretty wonderful.” –Harry watched Al’s eyes widen at the revelation– “I’m not going to give it up. I would prefer to wait until he is out of school before we need to tell anyone. But if you feel that you need to force this into the public eye, then I will stand by him.”
Harry’s words were calm and quiet but did not belie his conviction.
The line between Al’s brows deepened. “He’s in love with you. It’s not even a question, is it? He’s always been.”
Harry nodded. “Yes, I believe he is in love with me.”
There was a sharp intake of breath behind Harry.
Al glanced up over Harry’s shoulder and looked away, blushing.
Harry turned, moving so that he stood between Scorpius and Al.
“Hey.” Scorpius whispered. His voice was still hoarse from sleep. He looked impossibly young wrapped in just a blanket. His eyes searched Harry’s looking for direction on how to handle this new situation.
“Hi.” Harry took Scorpius’s hand and held it in a possessive grasp. “You ok?”
Scorpius nodded and looked over Harry’s shoulder. “What did I miss?” Scorpius swallowed hard, his jaw set ready for the impending blow.
“Al has a map that tells him where each person is in the castle. He came looking for you. He was worried.”
“I had no idea there was a map that could do that, I’m sorry. I should have left.” Scorpius whispered. His head was bent staring at Harry’s collar and not his eyes. “I knew it was too risky to fall asleep. I could have–”
“Shh. It’s fine. I knew the map existed. I gave it to James. I assumed it had been confiscated during his time here.”
Al piped in, not bothering to pretend he wasn’t listening to the conversation, “I traded a month of chores for it last summer.”
Harry sighed and lifted Scorpius’s chin up with a finger. “Anyway, it’s not your fault, Scorpius. Someone was bound to find out. We were playing with fire; especially being at Hogwarts.”
Scorpius raised his eyes and gave Harry a crooked smile. The one that Harry hated, because it meant his heart was being broken.
Harry ran his thumb gently along Scorpius’s bottom lip. He felt the lip tremble.
Harry gently pressed their lips together. “I will take care of this,” he whispered into the kiss. “We’ll be alright.”
“Shit,” Al interrupted them. “You’re in love with him.”
Harry turned, holding Scorpius close to his back. “Yes. I am.” Harry felt Scorpius stiffen behind him. “Does that make this harder or easier?”
“I don’t know.” Al pressed the heel of his hands against his eyes.
“Your mother will be arriving tomorrow. I would like the opportunity to discuss this with her privately before you talk to anyone.”
“You’re going to tell Mum?”
“Only if you force me to, Al. The timing is awkward to say the least, but this is something she needs to hear from me first.”
“This is so fucked.”
Scorpius snuck out from behind Harry, the blanket still held tightly around him and went over to sit beside Al. “Please, Al. It’s not that crazy.”
Al glared at him. “And what if it was your father?” –He looked up at Harry– “What if it were me and Mr. Malfoy? And it was you seeing marks on my neck and knowing they came from getting sucked on from someone your age?”
Harry felt himself blanch. There was nothing for it, he was a hypocrite. “If that was happening–” he couldn’t even bear to repeat the idea, “–then I would have concerns to raise with Draco. And you, too. Mostly I’d be concerned about his intentions and that everything was consensual.”
Even to his ears, the words sounded flat. Harry fiddled with the tie of his robe. “We are not naïve, Al. We know how this looks, how people will react. But there are ways to temper the storm. If you let us do it our way, we can avoid at least some of the scandal.”
“Al, we aren’t fooling around here. We’ve talked about this. Neither of us wants to keep this a secret forever. It’s just right now…”
“…with Scorpius still in school…”
“…it would be so much worse.”
“Give us eight months.”
Al sighed. “Fine. But I don’t want to lie to Mum, or anyone to protect you. I want a promise from you that within a year our immediate family will know.”
Harry and Scorpius smiled at each other and said in unison, “Done.” “Perfect.”
Al got up and made his way to the door.
“Al, I’m keeping the map.”
“I figured.” Al shrugged.
“Thank you, Al,” Harry added with unquestionable sincerity.
Al just nodded. “Whatever. I reckon I don’t really want anyone to know anyway. It’s really weird, and kind of gross.” Al crinkled his nose, but his eyes were mostly teasing.
The second the door closed, Harry was tackled to the ground and peppered with kisses.
“You love me!”
Harry chuckled. “How could I not? You are completely irresistible. But I’m an old man and this floor is killing my back. Can we take this to the bed?”
They had time; they could do this properly.
~fin~
Thanks to everyone that has read and enjoyed these pervey little fics. They were a pleasure to write.
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Date: 2009-01-04 04:05 am (UTC)We can have 18 next?
hee!!! maybe next year. *g*
I'm calling the series done. But someday I might do an add-on or something...