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Dinner at Malfoy Manor was its usual quiet affair, broken only by the sounds of nervous fidgeting from the younger of the two Malfoys.
“Something you want to talk about?” Draco offered, giving his son a piercing stare.
“No,” Scorpius said quickly, not willing to look up and be x-rayed by his father. He felt the slightest push of legilimency against his mind and made a noise of frustration, redoubling his efforts to keep him out. “Dad!”
Draco held up both hands. “Fine. But you’re sitting there with a lovebite the size of the moon on your neck, not bothering to hide it. I’m going to notice it.
“Oh, bollocks, I knew I forgot something,” Scorpius swore and examined his reflection in a spoon before reaching for his wand.
“Do a freezing charm first; it’ll help with the discolouration,” Draco mumbled casually before finishing his wine.
“I’m not even going to ask-”
“Best if you don’t.” Draco agreed. “So it is at least safe to assume you’re over Albus?”
Scorp checked his reflection and glamoured the spot again. “Haven’t seen him in ages.”
“Good. The Potters are a fucking plague on this family.” His father grumbled, spearing more food on his fork. “Are you working again tonight?”
“Yeah. If you need something, text me , no patronuses. Do you remember how to text?” Scorpius knew he was poking the dragon, but he needed the topic to venture away from the Potters.
Draco took his phone out of his pocket and quickly sent his son an emoji of a middle finger.
Scorpius showed him the screen so he could see the text from Crusty old man.
“Gods, you’re a pain in the arse. What time will you be in?”
“Don’t wait up.”
“Good. Stay gone.” But Scorp could tell by his almost smile that he didn't mean it.
“Dad's going to lose it if he finds out about Harry.”
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The club was dark, with driving music reverberating through the concrete floors and metal walls. One could rent an enchanted soundproof booth near the bar for a fee. It was precisely the kind of place one went not to be overheard.
It was also the kind of place that didn’t care if you were Harry Potter, which made it far more tolerable than average. He tried to downplay his appearance and wore a younger style of muggle clothes borrowed from James, but still got the inkling the bartender recognised him.
The sight of Scorpius Malfoy carrying drinks had been funny at first, wondering what his ancestors would do if their namesake heir was actually in food service.
Harry had to hand it to him: Scorp was a quick study and looked as though he'd been at it for years. He also knew how to dress to get the most attention from his customers. Tiny, form-fitting shorts and a top showed off his physique, making heads turn and eyes follow him.
Currently, he was perched on the very edge of one of the booths while two wizards old enough to be his grandfather lavished him with attention. He was handling it very well, though Harry did see him touch his side as if checking his disillusioned wand holster under his shirt. Slowly he scanned the room, making brief eye contact with Harry, then flashed a smile at the other wizards, making his excuses to leave.
As he stood, he tilted his head ever so slightly to a corridor of private event rooms and quickly moved that way. Harry waited for a moment, paid for his untouched drink and followed.
Scorpius was pacing slightly as he approached.
"I fucked up already, didn't I? That's why you're here-"
"No, it's normal protocol for a senior officer to be on the scene when they can, in case there's trouble. It just happened to be my night." Harry lied slightly, taking over shifts from anyone willing to give them up.
Scorpius looked relieved but for only a moment. “I think you need someone else for this. Everything was fine until I sat down, and they got a good look at my face, and then they started asking if I was a Malfoy bastard.” He chewed his lip as he thought. “I could try to change my eyes or something or colour charm my hair. Unfortunately, it doesn’t hold dye; I’ve tried.” He sighed, still agitated.
Harry took Scorp’s hands in his. “Relax. It happens. We’ll get someone else on it.”
“My first real case, and I buggered it up. ”
“No, you didn’t. Monday, we’ll get the memories for the records, and you can get a new assignment.” Harry reached up to push a lock of hair from his face. “I care more about your safety anyway.” Scorpius leaned into his touch, closing his eyes. “As your boss, I’m not disappointed in you.”
Scorp’s blue eyes opened with a mischievous glint in them. “But-”
Harry’s fingers traced down to his neck, where the elaborate glamour hid the mark he had made. “I told you not to cover that.”
“Everyone could see it.”
“That was the point. I want them to know you belong to someone. Especially when you're flirting with others.”
“But I can’t tell them who, so why bother?”
“Do you need another daddy, Scorpius?” Harry whispered, arching an eyebrow, sliding his hand to cup his jaw. “Do you think there is someone else out there who can take care of you like I do?” With the other hand, he thumbed at the top button of the shorts before pulling to bring them closer together. Scorpius let out a sharp breath, grabbing Harry’s arms in surprise.
“No. There’s not.” Scorpius whimpered, gliding his fingers over Harry’s shirt and up to his shoulders. It was a more form-fitting style than he usually wore, and Scorp seemed to be appreciating what he was feeling. “I like this, daddy. You should wear it more often.”
“Thank you. I will but only for you.” Harry smiled up at him. “We should go. Come back to mine tonight; plan on staying.” Scorp responded with a nod. “Good boy, give us a kiss, then quit this job. I'll be waiting for you.”
They kissed, a simple and chaste habit born from weeks of secret trysts. Harry was tempted for another but stopped himself short and said his goodbye before apparating out of the club.
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Hours passed, and Scorpius had not appeared in the living room of Grimmauld place. Harry had started to panic slightly, thinking something had gone wrong while Scorp was undercover and had just put his Auror uniform on, ready to storm the Ministry to gather a whole team, when there was a Pop of apparition from downstairs.
It was Scorpius, in the same casual jumper as the Quidditch match they had previously flirted at, paired with comfortable grey joggers. He was freshly showered, and his fair hair stuck to his face.
He was staring at Harry, slightly opened-mouthed.
“Thank Merlin, you’re alright.” Harry sighed, relieved to see him finally.”What’s wrong?”
“I’ve never…you always show up to work in just…never seen the whole thing…” Scorpius said, taking him all in and then exhaling heavily. “Wow.”
“Yeah, well, I thought you were in trouble. It’s my job to get my Aurors out of dangerous situations.”
Scorpius nodded. “Your…Aurors…right. I understand.” He fidgeted nervously for a moment, then seemed to gather the resolve for what he needed to say. “I think I should go. It’s not you…I’m just…in over my head with all this.”
Harry reached out, took him gently by the arm, and guided him to the couch. “Over your head with what?”
He only shook his head, keeping his eyes downcast. “You don’t have to…I mean, our relationship isn’t a talking one. We fuck, and it’s great… really great, but that’s it. You don’t want to share, and no one else can really hold a candle to Harry fucking Potter-”
“Scorp… are you saying you want more out of this relationship?” Harry guessed, shifting to wrap an arm around him. He fit so perfectly there and smelled good; his mind wandered for a moment before his train of thought came back around. “I can’t take you out on dates or anything, but I can listen to you. We can talk about whatever you want. We don’t have to have sex. We can just…be together if you’d like.” Harry ran his thumb along the smooth edges of his lover's jaw and chin. “And who’s to say things won’t change? I’ve thought about stepping back a few times…or maybe you’ll decide it’s not for you at some point.” Harry shrugged. “The good thing about us old guys is we can be pretty patient.”
That earned him a bright grin from Scorpius. “You think so? That’d be nice, to get to go on dates and be out. Except telling my dad…that’ll be-”
“Pfft, I can take him. Done it before, and I’ll do it again.” Harry scoffed, not feeling as confident as his tone betrayed. Facing Draco in a duel over his son was not something he fancied, but he just wanted to enjoy Scorp’s presence at the moment.
Scorpius kissed him repeatedly, each pass of their lips becoming more heated. Within moments, the blond was straddling his lap, plucking at the buttons of his work uniform. Harry was teasingly stroking at the erection, pulling at the front of Scorp’s joggers.
“I guess you don’t want to talk anymore,” Harry muttered, watching the other wizard pull apart the front of his shirt and trace a scar left by the locket Horcrux. Scorpius shook his head and moved in for another kiss, but Harry stopped him. “Good boys used their words.”
“Want to watch you take this off,” Scorp whispered, his voice thick with lust. “Want to be inside you, daddy.”
“Good boy.” Harry praised, patting him on the thigh to stand up. “Bedroom, let's go.”
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Scorpius awoke the following day, alarmed for a moment forgetting where he was, then relaxing back into Harry’s arms. His forearms were thicker and stronger than Scorp’s own, but he loved how they fit around him, and Harry’s ochre skin contrasted with his own paleness.
Memories of the night made him smile and pull the covers around them a little tighter. Their previous nights had been about chasing the thrill of release, pushing Scorp to new limits of how much he could take, and easing him into new territory. But this night had been about finding it together and letting him take over the rhythm of their bodies until Harry was reduced to a pleading mess.
That was an unbelievable ego boost, and he was definitely looking forward to it again.
And maybe he could get one more out of him before they had to part for the day.
Scorp turned to face his lover, still in the circle of his arms. Dipping his head, he let his tongue flick over each nipple before working his way back up. Harry groaned, and the sound sent a fresh wave of lust pumping through his blood.
With a pulse of magic, Scorpius felt his wrists bind together over his head and a blindfold wrap over his eyes.
“Daddy,” he whined
“I forgot what your drive is like in your twenties.” Harry chuckled, turning Scorpius to face away from him. “Praticially insatiable.” Scorpius tried to retort but could only think about the roughness of Harry’s facial hair against the skin of his back as he planted kisses down his spine. “Didn’t even bother to put anything on, did you?”
“No. Wanted to be ready for you.” Scorp managed to get out before gasping at the thick fingers trailing over his arse and the nip of teeth at each cheek. His cock was hard and throbbing, needing anything to relieve the mounting pressure.
“What if I just left you like this…begging and needy?”
“ Daddy-”
Another pulse of wandless magic left him gasping again as Harry prepared him, sliding in his fingers finally to stretch him. It seemed like endless minutes of teasing to the former Slytherin.
“ I could just watch you be like this. All day.”
“ Please-”
“But I won’t.” Harry chuckled, aligning himself to fill Scorpius completely and slowly filling him. Scorp bit his lip during the initial intrusion, knowing it would turn to pleasure in just a second if he allowed himself to breathe. He shuddered as the tension began to morph into shock waves of pleasure. He wished he could see, but the sensory deprivation was only heightening what he could feel, driving him further, faster. Harry muttered praises against his shoulder, telling him how perfect he felt.
Then he felt Harry’s calloused hand on his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Scorpius could only make incoherent pleas for everything and nothing, losing all sense of time until the tension finally crested and crashed over every muscle fibre. Then, finally, he felt his release, Harry's stuttering hips, and his orgasm. When Scorp came to reality again, Harry held him against his chest, stroking his hair.
“Good morning.” He smiled and kissed the blond on his forehead. “I was rough with you. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No. Felt good.” Scorpius mumbled, still slowly recovering his senses. “But I have to go, and you should too. If we are both missing, people will start to suspect us.”
“I hate that you’re right.” He sighed, reaching over to the bedside table for his glasses. They lay there for a moment, neither wanting to be the first to move away.
“Since you aren’t working tonight…you could come by here for dinner if you want.” Harry offered, not looking down.
“I’m supposed to go out with Teddy and James and a few others tonight, but I have to work.” He sighed, but Harry could feel this smile against his chest.
“No, you don’t.”
Scorpius looked up to wink at him. “They don’t know that.”
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Epilogue.
Draco felt the wards around the manor shift as Scorpius apparated onto the ground.
“Shit.” He swore, hastily pulling on his pants from where they had been previously kicked aside.
“What’s wrong?” Albus Potter asked, turning his head over his shoulder, trying to shift his naked body while his hands were still bound to the poster of the bed frame.
“Scorp came home.” Draco hissed, waving a hand at Albus to be quiet. Footsteps could be heard clicking down the corridor, and Scorpius’ voice calling, “Dad…you still up?”
Draco clamped a hand down hard over Al’s mouth, a look in his grey eyes that warned Potter he was not to be tested. This was a highly conditional, one-time arrangement. No one was ever to know.
They waited for a minute until the footsteps faded away, and Scorpius retreated to his side of the manor.
“Don’t you have a sound proofing ward on the door?” Albus mumbled against the older wizard's palm.
Draco let his hand fall away, then trace down Al’s spine, making him shiver and arch higher, giving him an even better view.
“Of course I do. I just wanted to be sure. No one finds out about this. Not a soul.” His hands roamed over Al’s arse, earning him a full moan. “Now, what do you say when you want me to fuck you?”
“Please, daddy.”