Draco's Die-Ary

AS/S Fan arts

Sat, 17 May 2008 16:58:01 GMT

I've done it once again. I drew some AS/S. Now, I can't upload it to Photobucket because it's sort of... not appropriate, even though it's TASTEFUL nudity, and not sex. They won't get that, so I'll just give you a link instead. :3

Ze Ass

This is dedicated to leochi who introduced me to the wonderful world of layers. I bow down to your greatness. *bow* And to all the other people who comment on my journal frequently: holly, cheryl, and to Nate who tells me in real life that he liked my Albus drawing. *heart* Love to all y'all!

Corruptions - Chapter 1: Complications

Wed, 14 May 2008 17:00:42 GMT

Title : Corruptions

Author : Draconis VonTrapp

Rating : PG for now.

Word Count : 1704 (I promise the chapters will get longer.)

Pairings : AS/S, HP/DM

Summary : Minister Creevey wants revenge on the Purebloods that made his life hell and killed his older brother, so he's getting his revenge... by confiscating all the children of Pureblood parents. What happens when Harry Potter finds out about this little secret, and the sons of the two former rivals become best friends? Why, love, of course! Angst, anguish, action, and friendship run rampant through this fic as Albus and Scorpius find love in each other, as well as their fathers.

Disclaimer : Not mine.

Authors Note : This chapter is short, but it's important to events henceforth.

Corruptions Ch.1
Complications

Harry held Molly while she sobbed her heart out on his shoulder, looking around the room at the other occupants. Ron was with Hermione, both in a corner with her on his lap. George was patting her shoulder next to Bill, sans wife; he was nervously toying with a strand of loose hair. Arthur was on Molly’s other side, patting her back in a very husbandly way.

All was quiet except for the sounds of Molly’s crying, giving Harry time to think. Who was behind the kidnappings? Why Purebloods? Why now? Where were they taking the kids? Where were their parents? Why haven’t they been found, either? What was happening to the kids? All these questions raced through his mind, but he had no idea. He couldn’t fathom who could possibly be sick enough to abduct children and somehow hide the parents, too. It just didn’t make sense.

It turned out that a house-elf, after recovering from a Stupefy, had popped over to Molly’s house to tell her what he saw before he was knocked out. Aurors came and fought them, knocked the kids out, and then he remembered waking up to an empty house. Molly had been in tears ever since.

“I’ve got to clean something,” Molly said thickly, pushing Harry off of her and bustling into the kitchen. Harry sighed and let the sounds of his own children comfort him.

“I’m bored,” Hugo pouted, lying on the floor on his back. Rose was sat primly on her bed with a glass of milk, the WWN playing crappy classical music faintly in the background. Lily was sitting at the end of the bed with her own milk, rocking back and forth slightly.

“Then read a book,” Rose said pointedly. Hugo sneered at her.

“Reading’s boring.” He sighed and closed his eyes, hoping he might be able to sleep. Rose shook her head and started chatting with Lily.

Albus sat in the far corner of the room away from all the others, a big, thick book in his lap. It was titled, ‘Muggle Religion Encyclopedia,’ but he wasn’t really reading it. He was thinking about what his dad had said, and how scary the situation was. Kids randomly being taken from their homes? Parents disappearing? It was all extremely troublesome, and he just wished he could have a lock on his door so they couldn’t get him.

Oh, sure. Albus was pretty certain they wouldn’t come after him, seeing as he was a one-third blood, but still. He’d had nightmares about being kidnapped before, and was now extra cautious seeing as his nightmares were coming true, only to other kids. When Albus got scared, anxious, or alert, he drew in on himself and ignored the rest of the world, happy to let his mind wander to the worst possibilities of every possible situation. What if he was taken in his sleep? What if it was painful? What if they killed his siblings?

He’d been to a child psychologist before, but they never helped, and Albus’ dad eventually stopped taking him, seeing it as a waste of money if Albus wouldn’t let them help him. Albus didn’t believe he needed help; therefore, he wouldn’t accept any. Unbeknownst to him, it worried his parents severely, but he didn’t see it as a problem; his grades were good, he did his homework, he did his chores, and he was polite and courteous. What else did his parents want from him?

And so Albus kept his musings contained inside his mind as he pretended to read about Taoism, wondering what was happening to the other kids that weren’t so lucky.

~*~*~*~*

Scorpius wanted to struggle, but he couldn’t. He wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. He wanted to kick whoever had him thrown over their shoulder, but he couldn’t, damnit, because he’d been drugged. He felt absolutely violated, because the drug had been administered anally while he was tied up. Luckily that was all they did, but he was still sore and tears were steadily leaking out of his eyes and running into his hairline.

“Keep quiet, you little bugger,” the man said harshly, flipping Scorpius from over his shoulder and tossing him inside a cell. It was a fairly large cell, filled with about ten other kids, all pretty young. The floor was bedded with hay, and there were rag piles for beds. Scorpius could barely open his eyes all the way, so he just didn’t move, crying as hard as he could under the influence of whatever drug they gave him.

“Da-addy…” he whispered, barely able to move his jaw. His throat was raw and his voice was hoarse, but he tried to speak anyways. “Hurts…”

“They roofie you, too?” a kid asked him. He opened his eyes more to see a pair of brown eyes in front of him. He couldn’t respond, which the boy seemed to understand, for he smirked. “You look pretty uncomfortable, there.” And without further ado, Scorpius was heaved up into a pair of strong arms and carried over to one of the rag piles that lined the room. He was set down gently, and then the boy’s face came into focus.

“Luci…fer?” he rasped out slowly, fighting the drug with all his might. The boy smiled.

“I’m so happy you remember me, Scorpius. Last time I saw you you were about seven. I’m thirteen now, by the way. Glad to have someone I recognize in here with me. I was home from Hogwarts on a Hogsmeade weekend. I didn’t really want to go to Hogsmeade, so I went home, and then they got me.” Lucifer sat down next to him and pushed the hair out of Scorpius’ face. “Most of the smaller kids that come through here are drugged stupid because they struggle too much. But you’ll get over this, it isn’t a permanent effect.”

Lucifer Parkinson was Pansy Parkinson’s son, someone who had practically been Scorpius’ brother his whole life (since his dad refused to make him his own brother). He wiped the tears from Scorpius’ face for him and lay next to him. He hadn’t meant to struggle, but the instant he woke up he freaked out, and Scorpius’ initial reaction to being in a place he didn’t recognize was to go into freak-out mode and start demanding answers and fighting.

“You sleep off that drug, okay, Scorpius? I’m gonna take a nap, too. I’ll protect you.”

Scorpius closed his eyes, safe in the knowledge that Lucifer would protect him; he always did.

~*~*~*~*

Draco Malfoy was no fool; now that he knew the minister was behind it, he would need to start plotting, something Slytherins did very well. The Aurors were under the direction of Minister Creevey, which obviously meant something was amiss in his brain. He only took Pureblood children was what the Aurors were talking about. Of course he was pretending to sleep when he heard all of this, so he was in no danger.

“Some sort of sick revenge,” they had said. “Dennis is a Muggle-born. Do ya think that’s got somethin’ to do with it?”

“Gotta be,” another one said. “Before the war there was a lot of shit against the Muggle-borns from the Purebloods. Said his greatest achievement was capturing the Malfoy boy.”

Draco had felt the deepest regret after hearing that, knowing it was his fault his son was now a captive because he had given the Creeveys shit in his teen years. His son hadn’t done anything! He wasn’t teaching Scorpius the same values he himself was taught. It wasn’t fair to him.

“Alright, you slackers, the cell is warded. Get his ass in there!” someone barked. Draco, still feigning sleep, tried very hard not to change his facial expression as he was thrown over a shoulder and then thrown onto the floor of a hay-covered cell. He opened his grey eyes a crack to gaze at the Aurors who were talking, gesticulating and waving their wands. Finally one aimed his wand at Draco.

“Obliviate!”

Protego, he thought, using his wandless magic to save his memory. He heard their retreating footsteps, thinking they had wiped the Malfoy patriarch’s memory clean, but they were all deceived. He smirked to himself. Never underestimate a Death Eater.

~*~*~*~*

Rose moaned in annoyance as their music was cut off by a man’s alert voice.

“This is an urgent message. If you have seen any of the following children or their parents, please contact the station—“

“Turn it to something else!” Hugo said pointedly, reaching for the dial. Harry ran into their room and startled them all.

“Don’t touch it!” he said dangerously, listening to the remaining list of names.

“—inson, Scorpius Malfoy, Charlaine and Aquamarine Nott, April Smith, and Corbin Zabini. The Floo number is…”

Harry gasped as he heard the name Malfoy. He didn’t like the man, but didn’t think he deserved to have his child kidnapped. No one did.

“Kids all over Wizarding Britain are being kidnapped, abducted from schools, homes, and their parents gone as well. We advise you to keep your children inside your homes at all times, and don’t open the door—“

The radio station was cut off. Harry swallowed heavily. This was definitely not good. Ron and Hermione were at the door, having listened in.

“Harry, you don’t think…?” Hermione didn’t finish her sentence. Harry nodded.

“Yes, ‘Mione. I do think. Whoever is kidnapping all these children and their parents are silencing everyone who tries to stop them. It’s predictable, really, but annoying.”

“Harry,” Ron cut in, “your kids are safe, so you don’t need to get yourself involved like I know you’re going—“

“I’m the Head of the Auror Department, Ron! It’s my job to fix these things!” Harry interrupted passionately. Ron sighed, resigned.

“Alright, then what are you gonna do?”

Harry smirked, an eerie imitation of the person he needed to see.

“I think it’s time I pay a visit to Draco Malfoy.”

~*~*~*~*

Okay, I know what you’re thinking. How does Harry know where Draco is? Well, it’s all explained in the next chapter, no worries. I hope it’s a good explanation, too. xD I can only hope.

Corruptions Prologue

Wed, 14 May 2008 16:52:56 GMT

Ah, yes, another story is starting. This one is going to be epic. Next-gen slash yaaay!

Title : Corruptions

Author : Draconis VonTrapp

Rating : PG-13 for language.

Pairings : AS/S, HP/DM

Summary : Minister Creevey wants revenge on the Purebloods that made his life hell and killed his older brother, so he's getting his revenge... by confiscating all the children of Pureblood parents. What happens when Harry Potter finds out about this little secret, and the sons of the two former rivals become best friends? Why, love, of course! Angst, anguish, action, and friendship run rampant through this fic as Albus and Scorpius find love in each other, as well as their fathers.

Disclaimer : Not mine.

Authors Note : If you're expecting a story where Albus and Scorpius have rabid boysecks in every chapter, I'm sorry, but this story is not for you.

Corruptions

~*~*~*~*

Draco Malfoy smiled to himself as he watched and heard his son play the piano, singing softly the lines to ‘Holy Night.’ Scorpius Malfoy was eager to show off to his dad what he had learned in class that day, and they had been in each other’s company for about an hour and a half now.

Astoria Malfoy wandered across the living room, sitting next to her husband, whom she married through an arranged marriage, and crossed her legs in a lady-like way.

“He’s ten years old, Draco,” she said softly, not wanting to interrupt Scorpius’ playing. “He’ll be going off to Hogwarts next year.”

“I know,” he answered just as softly. “But he’s ready.”

Knock, knock, knock.

Draco furrowed his brow and stood up, patting Scorpius’ shoulder on his way to the door. He’d stopped playing was interested in who was at the door, as was Astoria. But she had a sinking feeling in her gut.

“Aurors!” the people said from the other side of the door as Draco opened it. They stormed in, pushing Draco out of the way and to the ground. “Get the kid!” the head of the team ordered.

“Wha- no!” Draco yelled, scrambling up. He Accio’ed his wand from the coffee table and ran to his son, using himself as a body shield. Astoria had done the same, and they trained their wands on the hostile Aurors. What the hell was going on?

“Stand aside, Mister Malfoy,” the same Auror said, making a shooing motion with his hand.

“The hell I will! You will tell me right now what you are doing in my house!” Draco roared, pointing his wand at each of them in turn. “We’ve done nothing!”

“We’re not here of our own accord, Mister Malfoy, we’re only obeying the orders of Minister Creevey. He said that if you put up a fight to not hesitate to take you down as well, so I suggest you move.”

But Draco didn’t

“Over my dead body,” Draco said darkly.

“Have it your way, then,” the Auror said, shrugging. “Stupefy!”

“Protego! Scorpius, RUN!”

Scorpius, who had been cowering behind the grand piano, quickly regained his feet and fled, going the opposite direction of the Aurors, hoping his dad could fend them off in time for him to get to the dungeon.

“Giles, Montague, after him!” the head Auror ordered, pointing in the direction of Scorpius’ blond head. Two of the Aurors broke off and ran after him.

“Astoria, go!”

She nodded and cast one more Stunner at the Aurors before sprinting towards her son and the two Aurors. She Stunned one of them and ended up bodily throwing herself upon the other. Scorpius yelped as he turned and saw Aurors coming towards him from the hallway he was going down, and turned on his heel to run back towards his mother, but there were Aurors coming that way, too. He couldn’t get away. There was nowhere to run.

“Daddy! Help me!” he cried helplessly, trying to weave between the legs of the attackers and dive under them. One of them managed to grab a handful of his hair, yanking him back and causing tears to spring into his eyes. He yelled for Daddy and Mommy to come help him, but his mother was now Stunned and bound in a corner down the hall and his dad was still in the living room.

“Scorpius!” Draco called, running to him. He had a gash on his cheek and his clothes were ripped, but seemed okay otherwise. “Stu—“

“Stupefy!”

“NO!” Scorpius wailed as he saw the bolt of red light hit Draco in the lower back, seeing him fall to the ground. He was crying in earnest now, his vision blurred with his tears as he screamed for his dad to get up, please, get up. The Auror that cast the spell walked slowly around the corner, coming into sight. He made a point to kick Draco in the side before he came to Scorpius, smirking.

“Your mum and dad are very good fighters, young Malfoy,” he said silkily, wiping the tears from Scorpius’ face. “But you’re a pain in the ass. Stupefy!”

And Scorpius went down like his parents.

~*~*~*~*

Harry Potter sighed, rubbing his temples. Working at the Ministry training Aurors was a pain, and Merlin knew he loved his job, but some of these people were just plain stupid. He finished the last of his coffee and was prepared to take his lunch break when his Floo roared to life. It was his wife Ginny.

“Harry! You look tired,” she commented. He shrugged.

“Another training day,” he said as if it explained everything. She nodded.

“Ah, okay. Harry, there have been kidnappings.” She suddenly turned serious. “Parents all over Wizarding Britain are taking their kids out of the public schools and daycare, and I think we need to do the same. They’re kidnapping at random, it seems. We can’t find a pattern in the kidnappings at all, other than they all seem to be of Pureblood descent.”

“Well, we’re okay then, right? Our kids aren’t Pureblood.” He shrugged.

“No, but that doesn’t mean whoever is doing it doesn’t want a trophy like Harry Potter’s kids.” She looked at him sternly, not willing to give on this. He nodded.

“That’s true, I suppose. All right. I’m going on lunch break now, so I’ll pick up Albus and Lily.” He nodded to her. She smiled gratefully, looking like a load was just removed from her shoulders. James was safe at Hogwarts, so they didn’t worry too much about that.

“Good, good. All right, then. I’m off to work. Bye, Harry!” And she was gone.

Harry stopped by the daycare place he sent Albus and Lily to during the week, bearing take-away. They were confused as to why he said they wouldn’t go back for a while, but didn’t argue. Harry noticed that Hugo and Rose were gone, too, meaning Hermione and Ron had taken them out. Apparently this was a big deal.

“Okay, kids, there are a few new rules in this house now,” Harry started, pacing in front of Albus and Lily like a colonel or sergeant. “One, you are not to leave the house unless I or your mother go with you. Two, don’t answer the door. Ever.”

“But why?” Lily asked, always curious if not a little whiny.

“There are bad people taking children from their homes, and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you two.” Harry’s voice was soft and caring now. Albus nodded.

“Okay, Dad. We’ll stay inside.”

“Good.” Harry smiled and ruffled his hair. “Now go play, but not outside.”

Albus ran upstairs to his room and Lily went to the kitchen to play with the house-elves. Harry felt an iota safer now that his kids were at home, but that meant he’d have to have someone at home with them all the time. Him and Ginny both worked, so that wouldn’t work. Sure, he trusted the house-elves to watch over the house, but not his kids. Every time he hired a nanny they either tried to get into Harry’s pants or weren’t nannies at all, just lovesick middle-aged women who wanted to fawn over him all the time, so that was out…

“I’ll ask Molly,” he said softly to himself, tapping his finger against his chin. He nodded to himself and ran over to the Floo, prepared to make a Firecall to Molly when it burst into green flames, Molly’s head appearing. Well, speak of the Devil and he shall appear.

“Hello, Molly, how are you?” he asked kindly, sitting down in the seat in front of the fireplace. He then narrowed his eyes slightly as he saw what appeared to be tear tracks down her cheeks. Something was amiss.

“Harry!” Yep, she was crying. “Oh, Harry, it’s horrible!”

“What’s horrible?” His heart was beating so fast it hurt.

“Charlie’s kids! They’ve been kidnapped!”

~*~*~*~*

Piktars for Nate!

Wed, 14 May 2008 04:16:15 GMT

Howdy, y'all. I took some pictures with me in my Malfoy wig and new grey contacts [woo!] and Nate wanted to see them, so I post them here! This is for you, hunni bun.

Note: These aren't glamorous pictures. I realize.

Eyeshot.

Another note: I didn't alter the eye color in this picture AT ALL. I just black-and-whited the other parts.

This was for Cam. xD Scorpius cosplay!

Contrast.

May Challenge for hd_fluff

Sun, 04 May 2008 04:52:56 GMT

Title: Strange Gifts
Author: dracovontrapp
Character(s): Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, and Nosferatu the hamster
Pairing(s): Draco/Harry
Rating: R for references to sexual activities.
Warning(s): Sexual themes suggested.
Summary: Response to hd_fluff's May challenge, using the word prompts tart, Clementine, bright, gimcrack, wag, tawdry, ornate, revolution, vivacious, pet, tulip, and romance. I used them all. :D
Word count: 1079
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.

Hdfluff challenge words: tart, Clementine, bright, gimcrack, wag, tawdry, ornate, revolution, vivacious, pet, tulip, romance.

Yay! Another challenge! I might be addicted to doing these. They’re so fun!

~*~*~*~*

Draco was starting to suspect something was up with Harry. He seemed… jumpy and defensive. It only started three days ago, but Draco was nervous. What if something happened? Was Harry going to break up with him? His thoughts always went to the absolute worst possibility, but he couldn’t help it.

He’d had to move out of his apartment to have it cleaned, so he was staying in another one, which didn’t allow pets. So, he asked Harry to hamster-sit his Chinese dwarf hamster, Nosferatu. Draco was (though he’d never admit it) afraid of the dark, and since Harry wasn’t sure about moving in with him, he’d gotten a hamster to keep him company. If he heard a loud noise somewhere within his apartment, he’d blame it on his pet, and go back to sleep.

That night when he saw Harry for dinner was when he noticed he was acting strangely.

Harry had invited him out to dinner, so he agreed, but Harry wasn’t quite himself. Upon arriving, Harry slammed the door behind him without inviting Draco in for a quick snog or glass of wine, saying there was dirty laundry everywhere and he didn’t want Draco seeing it. He let it slide, especially when Harry gave him three bright pink tulips tied with a satin string. Draco loved tulips.

The gifts kept getting bigger and bigger from there. Don’t get Draco wrong; he loved gifts, but the way he received them from his beloved was… odd.

The next day Harry had brought over a package of Clementine tarts for breakfast, saying he loved Draco sooooo much and wanted him to have them. Draco smiled and they kissed, and that was that.

The next day it was an ornate silver earring. Draco had his right ear pierced (because left was right and right was wrong), and accepted the jewelry with a courtesy blowjob. It was only polite, after all.

But when Harry brought over a tawdry gimcrack in the form of an overly showy fetish outfit (pink lace, ruffles, fake fur, AND sequins) Draco started to get suspicious. Nonetheless he wore the gaudy garment if only to make his boyfriend happy, and got the shag of his life out of it. He decided it was worth it.

Draco had learned that Harry was a semi-kinky lover and, after finding out Harry’s blatant dislike for vivacious redheads (thank Merlin), he had no problem indulging Harry in his little kinks, but this was just a bit too… ugh, for lack of a better word.

So that’s why Draco now approached Harry’s apartment, intent on getting some freakin’ answers. Without knocking, he opened the door and let himself in.

“Harry! I’m here! I brought Chinese take-away!” he called into the flat. He distinctly heard a terrified gasp before hurried footsteps, running into the living room.

“Draco, baby!” he greeted frantically. “This is unexpected!”

“Well, spontaneity keeps relationships alive,” Draco said charmingly. He handed the paper bag of Chinese food to Harry.

“Why don’t we go out for dinner—“

“Actually, I’m afraid I’m too tired to go out,” Draco said through a yawn, stretching to accentuate his point. “I just wanted to stop by and spend some time with you.”

“U-uh, okay! Want to watch a movie in my bedroom?” He was still jumpy, even as he opened the Styrofoam containers to reveal way too much Chinese food, which they would eat part of then live off of for the rest of the week.

“Actually, I thought we could stay in here.” Draco wasn’t a Slytherin for nothing. “The couch is in front of the fireplace, and I’m dreadfully cold.”

“Right,” Harry said as he brought over two paper plates with chopsticks laden with the take-away. Draco made an interested noise and started on his, watching Harry’s stiff posture. Even in a setting as comfortable as this, Harry was still rigid!

“I get my flat back tomorrow,” he pointed out conversationally. Harry nodded. “How’s Nosferatu doing?”

“He’s, uh… he’s good,” Harry mumbled evasively.

“Can I see him—“

“No!” Harry interrupted way too quickly. “U-uh, he’s, um… sleeping. Bad form to wake him up, don’t you think?”

“Oh, he won’t mind!” Draco said, waving his hand as if to swat away Harry’s personal demons. He set his plate on the arm of the couch and jogged over to Harry’s office where he knew Nosferatu was kept. The whole way Harry was trying to stop him, and went as far as pulling him away from the room by trying to distract him with his hand on his crotch, which only served in Harry getting pushed away.

“Harry,” Draco said slowly as he saw the empty glass tank on his desk, filled with bedding and a bowl of water, but no hamster. “Where’s Nosferatu?”

Harry sighed. “In hamster heaven…”

“WHAT?!”

“I’m sorry, Draco!” Harry pleaded, getting on his knees and hugging Draco around the waist, putting his head in his crotch unintentionally. “I didn’t mean to kill him, but… I accidentally fed him cat food instead of hamster food… I’m so, so, so sorry! I’ll get you another one, I promi—“

“Harry, Harry, stop!” Draco said, laughing. “I don’t care about the hamster, I just wish you’d told me instead of trying to hold me off. Why were you, anyway?”

“I was waiting for the next shipment of hamsters at the pet store so I could get you another one that looked exactly alike Nosferatu so you wouldn’t know,” Harry said softly, muffled by Draco’s crotch. He smirked.

“How Slytherin. Harry, it’s okay, it’s not a big deal. He was just a hamster. I only got him to ward off the evil monsters that come in the dark of night to eat children and torture pretty blond aristocrats.” Draco pet Harry’s hair, and smiled as he felt Harry laugh. He pulled his face away from Draco’s groin to look into his warm grey eyes.

“So… you’re not mad?”

“Nope, but I am rather horny now that you’ve been breathing hot air against my cock for about a minute now,” he said devilishly. Harry snorted.

“Oh, that’s romantic.”

“Indeed, so you better start romancing my cock, you dirty liar, you,” Draco playfully admonished, wagging his finger at Harry. He smirked.

“One revolutionary orgasm coming right up!”

Albus fanart - finished!

Sat, 03 May 2008 23:50:26 GMT

Title : Albus Sees Scorpius

Artist : dracovontrapp

Rating : G

Pairings : AS/S

Materials Used : Photoshop Elements and my tablet.

Disclaimer : Not mine.

Artists Note : He's finally done! *phew!* I hate doing art on the computer, but I wanted to try anyways. It seems that no one likes art nowadays unless it's done super-awesomely on CG, so I'm attempting to teach myself how to not suck on the 'puter. X_x

Albus sees Scorpius... and blushes. *squee!*

I'm redoing my story - Happily Ever After

Fri, 02 May 2008 19:20:37 GMT

Howdy, y'all. I'm redoing my story 'Happily Ever After,' for the fact that I just don't like it. I've added and taken out a lot of stuff, and have come to the conclusion that it needs to be chaptered. Not long, but maybe one more chapter added onto it. Sadly, I'm at a bit of a loss for ideas, so I'm going to post this first chapter and I want your ideas on how I should continue it.

Warnings!: Alternate Universe, Frotting, OOC, and some mild fluff. You have been warned.

Disclaimer!: Yes, this is fan fiction. No, I'm not making money off of it. Yes, these characters are JKR's, not DVT's. But I use them anyway.

Note: This story is currently un-beta'ed. If someone would like to help me out and e-mail me at Prettypinkdepression@yahoo.com, then I would love you forever!

Good day, all. It is I, your Master... No, not really. But I have come with another one-shot! I've always wondered what it would be like if Draco didn't grow up under the influence of Lucius, and this is my interpretation. Happy reading!

~DVT

“Lucius, Narcissa, you defy me,” said a high-pitched, wheezy voice.

“We do not, my Lord,” Lucius said, kneeling at his master's feet.

“Don't. Lie,” Voldemort said menacingly. “I have seen the truth in your minds, and I'm afraid that I now have to destroy you,” he finished, not sounding putout in the slightest.

“No, my Lord, please--”

“AVADA KEDAVRA!”

Flash...!

“Please, Severus, if anything happens to Harry..” she trailed off tearfully, averting her gaze from the coal black eyes.

“I understand,” he said simply. Lily threw herself into Severus' arms and held on tight, knowing if anything happened to her son, he was in good hands.

Severus, never considering he would ever have to act upon this promise, held the smaller woman in his arms and closed his eyes. It was only when Lord Voldemort killed the Potters, somehow managing to kill himself in the process, did Severus realize the reality of the situation.

Now he had a Potter as a son, something he'd always wanted, but would dare to admit. True, he already had another adopted son, but he'd always wanted a big family. He held the small bundle in his arms and stroked its bald little head soothingly.

“I'll always protect you, Harry...”

Flash...!

Severus walked through the throng of people at Diagon Alley, Harry holding one hand, Draco holding the other. His sons were six years old now, and Severus finally let them accompany him to retrieve his Potions supplies. While they were gawking and 'oooh!'ing at the many shops and people, Severus held their hands tightly and scanned the shop signs for the apothecary.

“Boys, I want you to stay inside the apothecary. Is that clear?” Severus asked sternly once they'd entered the shop. Harry and Draco nodded vigorously, and Severus let go of their hands, going to talk to the shop owner.

“Ooh, Harry, look at this!” Draco squealed from beside Harry, who turned to look at a jar with a floating green, squid-like thing inside it.

“Ew! Draco, that's nasty!” Harry replied. Draco rolled his eyes.

“At least I haven't got freckles on my bum!” Draco retorted. Harry choked on his insult.

“Boys, stop that foolish behavior at once!” Severus scolded from behind them, his left hand clutching a sack.

The boys dropped their heads in shame.

“Sorry, Daddy,” they chorused together. That did it. Severus could never stay mad at the boys when they called him 'Daddy'. It made something swell inside his chest and he smiled.

“Come now, I think I have a bit of a taste for ice cream,” Severus said brightly. Harry and Draco's faces lit up and they cheered.

~*~*~*~*
Draco and Harry lay on the floor at Malfoy Manor -- now referred to as Snape Manor – in their shared bedroom. Harry had noticed recently that the portraits on the walls gave him sympathetic looks when he walked by for some reason. Like they were sorry for him. Like they knew something he didn’t. It bothered him, but he ignored it and squirmed a bit to get comfortable.

“Gah! Harry, that hurt!” Draco whined. Harry was lying with his head in Draco’s lap while the blond read, a position they often were found in. Harry was more interested in daydreaming than reading, but Draco didn’t mind when Harry would come and cuddle up to him for apparently no reason. In fact, he rather liked their closeness, and sometimes played with his brother’s hair while he thought.

“Sorry,” he said tiredly, yawning. “Draco, why do you suppose you look nothing like me?”

“Dunno,” he said, taking a bite out of a warm cookie, cookies that Severus had baked them. “Maybe you look more like Mum?”

“But I don’t even know what Mum looks like! I don’t even know her name… do you think we have a mum?” He was suddenly struck with this. Sure, he knew he’d never had a mother figure around, but he didn’t think on it until now.

“Of course we do; we wouldn’t be here if we didn’t have a mum,” he pointed out wisely. Harry sighed.

“Yeah, I guess so… but if we have a mum, then why doesn’t she live here or come visit?” Now he was pouting.

“Dunno,” Draco repeated.

“And if I look more like Mum, then that would mean you look more like Dad, but you look nothing like him!” Harry said, feeling more confused than ever. He sat up abruptly, turning to face Draco. “We have different faces and bodies. You’re pointy, and I’m not.”

“I’m not pointy!” he said petulantly, stuffing the last of his cookie in his mouth. “Maybe you’re just too round!”

“Oh, shut up. I didn’t mean it like that.” Harry crossed his legs comfortably. “I just meant that we’re brothers, but look nothing alike. Isn’t that strange?”

“Yeah…” Draco said thoughtfully, pushing his two index fingertips together, a habit he’d formed when he felt confused or anxious. “But… you still like me, right?” His voice was small and almost tearful.

“Of course I do!” Harry exclaimed, aghast that Draco would even mention that. “You could be the ugliest, fattest, stupidest person in the Wizarding world and I’d still love you!”

Draco smiled. “I love you, too.” And they hugged tenderly.

~*~*~*~*

Severus Snape sipped on his green tea, sitting across the table from him colleague and trusted friend. He’d been asked here for a reason, that reason which Snape didn’t know yet. They’d been drinking tea for ten minutes, and the man still wouldn’t still, and Snape had two ten-year-olds at home! Who knows what mayhem they could have caused?!

“Severus.” He jumped as his friend spoke suddenly. “You have to tell them. They’ll be going to Hogwarts next year with people who know who they are. The longer you wait—“

“I know, I know!” Snape fretted, pressing his lips together agitatedly. “I’ll tell them when the time is right.”

“The time has been ripe for years. They’re already starting to catch on to their differences.”

“They both are very intelligent… Very well. I’ll tell them t--… soon.” He nodded and went back to his tea. His old friend’s eyes twinkled oddly, like they knew why Snape was holding back. He hated his friend’s eyes.

Snape couldn’t bear it if his sons turned on him once they learned the truth. He’d kept their pasts from them for years! Who would say they wouldn’t be angry at him? He loved his adopted sons, and would never intentionally hurt them, but he thought that maybe he already had, just not directly.

The man looked down at his watch comprised of planets and stars and gasped. “Oh! I do believe I’ve run out of time, Severus. Thank you for the tea. Don’t forget to tell them,” he said sternly, picking up his cloak and shrugging it on.

“I will, Albus,” Snape said vaguely as Albus Dumbledore winked at him before Flooing away. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. What if they don’t trust me anymore?

~*~*~*~*

At nine years old, Harry and Draco sat on their dad's bed in his chambers at Hogwarts while he finished teaching his Advanced Potions class. The door opened suddenly, Severus' head poking through.

“Sons, could you please take this message to Dumbledore for me?” he asked politely, holding out a folded note for them. They smiled and bounded over to the Potions master, Draco plucking the note from his hand.

“Okay, Dad.”

“We'll be back!”

They went out the classroom entrance, getting their hair ruffled lovingly and claps on their shoulders from the students they walked by. Everyone at Hogwarts loved Harry and Draco, and they were often seen in the hallways during the year, carrying messages to the teachers for their father. True, Severus could have used an owl, but he hated keeping his boys locked up in his room day after day, and instead sent his sons, who were only too happy to oblige. The teachers always gave them candy and the students would sometimes give them piggyback rides. It was great fun for them.

“Chocolate frogs!” they said in unison at the gargoyle statue. It jumped aside and the staircase behind it started spiraling upwards, letting Harry and Draco climb onto it and ascend to the headmaster's office. They knocked on the door respectfully.

“Come in,” came an elderly voice. They pushed the doors open and walked in, Draco with note in hand.

“Ah! Good day, my boys. What can I do for you?” he asked jovially. They came up to his desk, having to crane their necks to keep eye contact, and Draco handed the old man the note.

“Wonderful!” he said after reading the note. “Thank you for bringing this to me. If you'll give me a moment to jot a reply, help yourselves to the sherbet lemons.” After gesturing to the bowl with the little yellow candies on his desk, he pulled out a quill and started scratching his reply.

Draco grabbed two and handed one to Harry. They popped them in their mouths and rocked back and fourth on their feet, waiting.

“Here you go, my boys,” Dumbledore said a moment later, handing Harry the note. “Do come by again sometime.”

“We will, Mister Dumbledore, sir!” Draco said, waving to him while they exited his office with their note. Harry noticed a small, sad twinkle in Dumbledore’s eye.

~*~*~*~*

“Do you have all your things packed?” Severus asked. Harry and Draco nodded. “Good, now before you head off, I need to tell you something. Sit.” Harry and Draco sat on their trunks to listen. This is it.

“I'm afraid I have some news. I should have told you long ago,” he began gravely. The boys started to feel nervous. Severus proceeded to tell the boys about their parents, how they died, and his promise to each of them. He told Harry of his scar and his parents' sacrifice. He told Draco about his lineage and his parents' demise at the hand of the Dark Lord. Once he'd finished, both boys were sufficiently shocked. Draconis Snape from that point on was Draco Malfoy in his mind. That wasn't near as big a deal as Harold Snape becoming Harry Potter.

“So, you see, I am your godfather, but not your biological one. I hope you'll forgive me,” Severus finished, looking away ashamedly, sure they would hate him now. Draco smiled.

“Forgive you for what? You raised us even though you didn't have to. We owe you everything,” Draco said. Harry nodded.

“You could have handed us over to an orphanage, and you didn't.”

“I always wondered why none of us looked anything alike,” Draco said thoughtfully, finger-combing his blond hair. Harry laughed.

“That might be because we aren't really related,” Harry replied. “But you'll always be my dad,” he said to Severus, suddenly serious. Severus looked as if he might burst into tears, which would be very out of character for him. He opened his arms and his godsons threw themselves against him.

“Have a good school year,” Severus said after they let him go. “I'll see you two hoodlums in class,” he finished with a motherly tone. They nodded and waved to him while they boarded the train on Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Thank Merlin…

~*~*~*~*

“Hey, Draco,” Harry greeted, going to sit next to his godbrother. Draco had been sorted to Slytherin, and Harry to Gryffindor, but they visited each other often in their Houses. Draco looked up and grinned.

“Hiya, Harry. How’re you feeling?” he asked when he noticed the odd look in Harry’s eyes; Draco was always able to read him, something that annoyed Harry sometimes.

“I’m fine, I guess… just a little funny.” He shrugged, laying his head in Draco’s lap. He started playing with Harry’s hair as per usual.

“Funny ha-ha, or funny strange?”

Harry couldn’t help but feel like he was being psychoanalyzed, but knew Draco wouldn’t ask if he wasn’t concerned.

“It feels weird. All my life I’ve thought you were my slightly older brother when in fact you were practically royalty. It seems odd to look at you as my brother now when I know you’re not.”

“Yeah, I know how you feel. But you still like me, right?”

“Of course I do.” He squeezed Draco’s hand in reassurance.

“Good. Then let’s not be brothers. Let’s be… best friends,” Draco suggested. Harry smiled.

“Yeah, best friends sounds less weird.” He looked up into Draco’s bright grey eyes with affection and smiled. Draco smiled back and everything was right with the world.

~*~*~*~*

Harry and Draco walked through the halls of Hogwarts, heading for the Entrance Hall to go to CoMC. Since the revelation that they weren't related, they got closer on a friendlier level. They didn't really have other friends. Sure, they had people that they occasionally conversed with in their respective Houses, but otherwise, they kept to each other.

Everyone thought they were sociopaths or simply stuck up, but they were neither. They just didn't enjoy the company of others as much as they enjoyed it with each other. There were very rarely any lulls in conversation between the two, and when there was, Draco did something silly to break it, usually by making them laugh.

“'Allo, 'arry, Draco. You ready 'da meet today's lesson?” Hagrid asked when they made it to the half-giant's class. They nodded and smiled. They were always early to Care of Magical Creatures. They talked with Hagrid and got to see the creatures before everyone else. They practically grew up on his fudge and rock cakes, even if they were nasty, they always ate out of respect.

As they were looking in a box Hagrid held out to them, housing a blue insect of some sort, they heard some other students coming up from behind. Draco glanced over his shoulder and saw two Gryffindors coming up: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, who were never very tolerant of Draco. They loved Harry, but were rather indifferent to Draco, saying that he hogged Harry's life, which on some level was true, but it was as much Harry's doing as it was Draco's. Harry noticed Draco's grimace and turned to see his friends coming up. He waved.

“Hey, guys!” he greeted, turning and approaching him. Draco sneered and sat down on a rock, pretending he didn't care. He pulled out his Monster Book of Monsters, stroked its spine, and opened it, reading about bicorns while he waited for class to start.

~*~*~*~*

Divinations. Oh, how Draco hated this class. Complete rubbish in his opinion. Their teacher was a quack, and Ron always grabbed Harry as his partner. Well, not today. Today they were reading tealeaves, and Harry would be Draco's partner, and Ron would just have to get the bloody hell over it.

As they drank their tea, Harry and Draco had a friendly conversation about Quidditch, and Draco was intentionally laughing too loud when Harry would say something humorous, just to piss the Weasel off. Once there was only a couple centimeters left in his teacup, he swirled it three times, dumped it on his saucer, and lifted it back up, turning the handle to the twelve 'o clock position, and began to read clockwise.

“Ah! Mister Malfoy, why don't you read Mister Potter's tea leaves for us?” Professor Trelawney asked. Draco flipped through his book, and began.

“Well, he's got a heart at the top, and that's love. Then he has straight lines on the side, which could be good luck, and then he's got a wing, which is new beginnings. So, you're going to fall in love, have luck, and start anew?” Draco tried, and the professor nodded.

“Very good! Ten points to Slytherin.” she announced. Draco beamed; Ron scowled.

~*~*~*~*

Harry and Draco had known Remus Lupin for years. He'd come over to their house once a month since as long as they could remember, though they didn't know for what. He was sort of like an uncle to them. They were ecstatic when they found out he was their new DADA teacher. Class was always more fun with him, at least Harry and Draco thought so.

“Hello, class!”

“Hello, Professor Lupin,” the class droned. The cabinet that stood behind the professor shook suddenly.

“Can anyone tell me what is in the cabinet behind me?” he asked pointedly, scanning the crowd. Dean Thomas, a Gryffindor, spoke up.

“That's a boggart, that is,” he said.

“Very good. And can anyone tell me what a boggart looks like?” the professor asked. Not surprisingly, Hermione raised her hand.

“No one knows. Boggarts are shape-shifters--”

Draco wasn't listening. His attention was on Harry, who looked at the cabinet, horror stricken. He touched Harry's hand lightly, just enough to get his attention.

“You okay?” Draco asked. Harry nodded.

“It's just… It's supposed to show what you fear most. I don't exactly want everyone knowing that,” he said sardonically. Draco considered him for a moment.

“Why don't you play a sickie and get out of it?” Draco suggested. Harry looked at him incredulously.

“I can't do that!” Harry whispered harshly. “I'll just bite my cheek and bear it,” he said, defeated. Draco sighed. Harry really was such a goody-goody sometimes. Draco wouldn't have a problem faking a stomachache to get out of something. When Harry was called up, Draco squeezed his hand reassuringly.

“Wand at the ready,” Professor Lupin reminded him. Harry pointed his wand at what was currently a vampire in a tutu. He focused on the boggart as it shape-shifted itself.

What he didn't expect was it to turn into a coffin. Harry walked up to the coffin tentatively, afraid of what he might see. Would it be his parents? Snape?

“Draco…” he breathed, only loud enough for himself and Lupin to hear. He practically yelled, “Riddikulus!” at the coffin, making a motion with his arm so powerful that it felt strained. He panted from the exertion he used on his spell, looking at the box of chocolates the boggart turned into with relief. Shakily he walked to the back of the line, not looking at Draco.

~*~*~*~*

This time it was Draco that found Harry in the Gryffindor common room after hours, curled in an armchair with a book propped open in his lap, but he wasn’t reading it. He couldn’t stop thinking about Draco in the coffin… Was it a sign? Did it mean something? He sighed heavily, then jumped out of his skin as Draco touched his shoulder.

“Holy shit!” he swore, jerking his head towards a smirking Draco.

“Gotcha,” he said smugly. Then his expression changed to one of worry. “Harry, you’ve been out of it since Defense. You’re going to tell me what’s bothering you right now,” he said sternly, closing Harry’s book and holding it out of reach. “It’s about your boggart.”

“Maybe…” Harry said sulkily. He pulled his knees to his chest and closed himself off.

“Ooooh, no you don’t,” Draco said, hauling Harry up. “You’re not going into your mental cave, so don’t even try it!”

Harry whipped his arm out of Draco’s grasp. “Why do you even care?! You’re not my brother anymore!” Harry immediately regretted it. Draco’s eyes widened, as did Harry’s. He put his hand over his mouth. “Oh, Merlin, Draco, I didn’t mean—“

“Go to hell,” Draco said darkly before turning on his heel and storming out.

Scorpius Malfoy Manip

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 19:45:24 GMT

Howdy, y'all. This is the first manip I've ever done, so be kind. X_x I was trying to find a fanon base for it -- and when I mean fanon I mean pretty boy, which is how I see Malfoys -- so I used myself. ^^;

It's really not that great. I put on my blond wig [since my hair is purple], and took a couple piktars and used this one. I used color replacement on my eyes since my contacts aren't here yet, lightened in certain places, removed most of my freckles, and all my visible moles, and viola. Instant shitty Scorpius. xD I'm using Photoshop Elements, the cheapest crappiest version.

I also tried to make my nose pointier, but I don't think it worked.

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Of Anemics and Horcruxes - Chapter 7

Sun, 16 Mar 2008 05:54:40 GMT

Ahh, lo and behold, we have chapter seven! I wrote it in Australia, and I just got back a few days ago, and I now have it ready for reading! Sorry it took so long. I was having inspiration problems. I had so many ways that I had thought of of how Harry and Draco could find the next Horcrux, and I think I found my favorite one, and the most practical. Well, you'll see.

WARNING: Mpreg ahead, penetration, though not in a sex-scene way, and a little light ick described [c-section, not anything nasty, but it mentions the cut and stuff. If that freaks you out, don't read that part].

Of Anemics and Horcruxes
Chapter 7 – Flashbacks and Plans

“Alright, Blaise, it’s brewed. I just have to take it now. Are you sure you still want to do this?” Draco asked uncertainly as he ladled his potion into a vial. Blaise nodded and hugged Draco from behind.

“Of course, Drake. I wouldn’t have said I would if I didn’t mean it. And I’ll be right here with you when you take it,” Blaise said softly. Draco sighed.

“Alright. Bottoms up!” he called as he downed the greenish potion.

“Okay, let’s sit you down,” Blaise instructed, guiding Draco over to a fluffy couch that the Room had provided them with. Draco snuggled into Blaise’s lap and waited for the pain to come.

“A-ah!” Draco choked out as his organs started shifting. He grabbed handfuls of Blaise’s shirt, feeling himself grow ovaries with eggs and a vaginal passage out of his anus. Blaise held him securely as he shook and sweated, crying out every once in a while as the pain would get more severe, and then dull back down. Tears were streaming down his pale cheeks by the time the potion had done its job; he could now get pregnant.

“How do you feel?” Blaise asked the blond boy in his arms.

“I feel like a woman,” he replied dryly. Blaise smiled.

“Ready for step two?”

Draco nodded, sitting up and feeling his stomach. It didn’t hurt, but he could feel where things had shifted to make room for the… womanly parts. Blaise shucked his pants, facing away from Draco behind the couch, and began the process of getting jacking off as fast as he could.

Their plan was for Draco to stretch himself with a spell, and Blaise would masturbate to the point of near completion, so that when he filled Draco, he would instantly come, fertilizing the eggs that had just grown so that he didn’t have to be inside him for more than was necessary. Draco, however, was getting impatient. The potion only worked for three hours after being brewed, so he would be a man again if they didn’t get this done fast enough. His hormones were going crazy with his transformation, and Blaise was being a good friend and letting him rant until the cows came home.

“Are you freakin’ done yet? You’ve been back there for ages!”

“I know, Draco, I’m sorry. I’m close, so it won’t be very long,” Blaise called patiently. Draco harrumphed and took his pants off, casting the spells on himself; he used a stretching one and a lubricating one. Most gay couples didn’t do those steps simply because they preferred to do it manually, and the spells weren’t intended for such uses. The lube didn’t smell or taste good, and the stretching one, used too often, could have ill side effects. But Draco didn’t care; he would use it once, and only get pregnant once.

“Alright, I’m ready,” Blaise said a minute later, holding the head of his dick in his hand. Draco nodded and spread his legs, squinching his eyes shut and waited for the worst. He felt humiliated that his best friend had to impregnate him, but he knew he didn’t trust anyone else to do it.

Blaise hugged Draco so that the blond was looking over the other’s shoulder instead of what was happening as Blaise carefully entered him, whispering reassuring words to Draco, who was pretending he was somewhere else. A plain, perhaps. Yes, a snowy plain with soft flakes of the white fluffy stuff falling from the sky steadily as he twirled in circles slowly, letting it fall on his eyelashes and hair.

“Gods!” Blaise exclaimed as he came, buried to the hilt inside Draco, who snapped back to reality with renewed fear. He shook as his friend’s cum shot inside him. He wasn’t all that sore; he did stretch himself well, but it was still… awkward. Blaise panted as he came down from his high.

“I’m coming out now, okay?” he said in a preemptive warning. Draco nodded and braced himself for the slow burn as Blaise pulled out. He zipped himself up, as did Draco. When Blaise sat next to him, Draco smiled faintly and put a hand on his stomach.

“We’re having a baby.”

~*~*~*~*

“I hate this damn baby!” Draco yelled from his bathroom stall.

“I know, honey,” Blaise called back, wincing as more sounds of vomiting could be heard.

“Blaise,” Draco said pathetically. The black boy smiled sympathetically as he opened the stall to see Draco on the floor, curled up into a ball and crying.

“What is it?” Blaise asked as he hugged Draco, letting him cry into his chest.

“You’re the best mate anyone could ever have. You put up with my pregnant shit without fuss and everything, and I’m just—“

“Hey,” Blaise interrupted. Draco looked up at him with wide grey eyes, his bottom lip quivering, “you’re giving me a baby; you’re doing your job, and I’m doing mine.” He smiled down at Draco. “You are not making my life hell, as you’ve accused yourself of a million times.” He lifted Draco’s shirt up a little, revealing the small, yet obvious, bump. “You see that?” Draco nodded. Blaise put Draco’s hand over it, covering it with his own larger one. “This little lump is all worth it.”

Draco sniffled.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

~*~*~*~*

“Breathe, boy!”

“I am breathing, damnit!” Draco yelled at Snape, clutching his contracting stomach and breathing harshly. “He-he-hooo.”

“Alright, Draco, drink this,” Snape instructed softly, tilting a potion into Draco’s mouth. Draco moaned one last time in pain before succumbing to the darkness. Snape sanitized his hands once more before going to work.

“Okay,” he said to himself. He picked up his wand and traced a line across Draco’s stomach, a little bit under his navel, making an incision. He sighed before opening the cut wide and retrieving the squirming, crying baby, removing the plugs from its nose. He used the same spell to cut the umbilical cord out and then Scourgified the baby. Then, he checked between its legs.

“Looks like you’ve got a bouncing baby boy,” Snape said softly, smiling. He knew that most of the heat escaped the baby through its head, so he fitted the beanie on his little head that Pansy had knitted for him – green, a neutral color, so that it wasn’t gender specific – and wrapped him in a red, fleece blanket. The little boy calmed down and closed his eyes, making it easier for Snape to hold him in one arm while using a Reverse Incision Charm to heal Draco’s c-section wound. Once done, Snape Ennervated Draco and set the baby on his chest.

“Draaaacooo.”

“Unngh… is it out yet?”

“Open your eyes, boy, and look!”

Draco blinked a few times before his eyes adjusted to the low lighting of the hideout, and saw his son’s bright grey eyes blinking at him. Tears immediately started rolling down Draco’s flushed cheeks. He sat up and cradled his baby in his arms.

“I have a baby,” he said amazedly.

“We have a baby,” Blaise corrected as he walked in, smiling just as widely as Draco.

“Blaise! Come’ere!” Draco insisted. Blaise sat on the edge of the bed and swung his legs over so he was level with Draco. “It’s a boy!” he whispered excitedly.

“He’s beautiful,” Blaise breathed, rubbing one petal soft cheek of the baby. Draco nodded.

“Scorpius,” Draco said, then looked at Blaise, “Blaise Malfoy.” They both looked to Snape. “Sev, come sit and meet your grandson.”

“As much as I would like to call myself as such, I am not related to you, and therefore cannot be his—“

“Oh, shut up, Sev!” Blaise said, lifting baby Scorpius into his arms. He stood and walked over to Snape, who looked fearfully at the child. “Me and Draco are his parents, and that means we get to pick! So, you are now Grandpa Sev’rus!” Blaise declared. He looked over his shoulder to Draco, who nodded, smiling.

“I, uh,” Snape stuttered.

Are his eyes shiny? Draco thought. Snape cleared his throat.

“Thank you, both of you,” he breathed. Blaise eased Scorpius into Snape’s arms. He lifted one long, pale finger to the little boy’s cheek, and Scorpius grabbed it and stuck it in his mouth. Snape made a surprised/disgusted sound. Blaise giggled maniacally and grabbed his wizard camera from the bedside table and snapped a photo quickly.

I have a grandson! I have a grandson!

~*~*~*~*

“What do you mean the Horcrux isn’t in this century!?” Pansy screeched. Draco covered her mouth with his hand.

“That’s what my vision said!” Harry insisted. He took the wet rag off his forehead and sat up in the bed, immediately falling back over from dizziness. Remus, outside, listened silently.

“Okay,” Ron said, “tell us exactly what you saw.”

“Voldemort was in a castle, and he had booze, and then he went into a trophy room and put Hufflepuff’s cup in there! He said, ‘No place to hide like in the open’ or something,” Harry explained, sitting up a little slower.

“Okay, so it’s in a castle in… the medieval era?” Draco guessed, taking his hand from Pansy’s mouth. Harry nodded.

“That’s what I’d guess, by the way everyone was dressed. Breeches, puffy-sleeved shirts, corsets…”

“But how do we get there?” Pansy said, rubbing her temples.

“Time Turner?” Draco said, shrugging. Harry shook his head.

“No, we destroyed them all in fifth year at the Ministry.”

Ron nodded.

“Well, shit,” Draco said, putting his hands on his hips.

“How else can we go back in time?” Ron wondered. He turned to Draco. “Are there any potions for that?”

“Oh, yeah, it’s called the Turn Back Time Potion. It resides in your imagination, and you can take it whenever you want!” the blond replied sarcastically. “Honestly, if there were one, then I’d have already suggested it!”

“Alright, sorry!” Ron defended, holding his hands up. “There aren’t any spells for it, either, I suppose.”

“Nope,” Pansy affirmed. “Crap, crap, crap.”

Knock, knock, knock.

“Excuse me,” Remus said as he came in, “but I couldn’t help but overhear.”

“Oh, it’s just you,” Harry said, relieved. “So, you heard?” Remus nodded. “Any ideas?” Remus shook his head. “Crap.”

“Well…” Pansy said, tapping her chin. “How did the original Time Turners come about? Weren’t they made?” Draco shrugged in reply. “So, why can’t we just make one?”

“I like your idea, but how the hell do you suppose we make one? We don’t exactly have an instruction manual,” Draco said, running his fingers through his hair.

“Well, there’s sand in the hourglass, so… sand, and it turned… so a turn-y… thingie?” Harry said feebly. Draco arched an eyebrow at him amusedly.

“A turn-y thingie?” he teased. Harry glared at him.

“Oh, shut up. You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, but that seems too easy, or everyone would have made one,” Pansy said slowly, the wheels turning in her head. “There’s got to be a catch of some sort.” Remus nodded.

“I think you’re right. Draco, you’re good with potions. Are there any kinds of sands other than the normal kind?” Remus asked. Draco thought for a moment.

“Well, obviously, there are all different consistencies and colors. But I can’t help but think that it wouldn’t matter; rocks are rocks, and it doesn’t matter which ones are ground up into sand. They have no magical properties,” he explained. “But,” They all looked at him, “there’s supposedly a sort of… textbook or manual that has a comprehensive list of all the legal and illegal ingredients at the Ministry, but then we’d have to break into the Ministry.”

“It’s perfect!” Harry exclaimed suddenly, making Draco jump. “We’ll just—“

“Break into the Ministry and steal the list?” Pansy finished skeptically. Harry nodded. “Are you listening to yourself?”

“Yes, and I think I’m thinking clearer than I ever have before. All we need is a disguise!”

“We don’t even know where it is!” Ron piped in.

“Well, it would be in the Department of Magical Food Products and Ingredients, wouldn’t it?” Draco said.

“There’s a department for that?” Harry asked, disbelieving.

“Mhm. It’s sort of like customs. They check and make sure that nothing’s cursed, and they’d have to check in that ingredients manual, right?” Draco explained, looking at them all.

“So we’re going to break into the Ministry, steal this manual, and create a Time Turner all without being found out?” Ron said. Harry and Draco nodded. “Just making sure so that I know who to put down on the list for St. Mungo’s Psych Ward.”

“Don’t you see, Ron?” Harry enthused. “All we need is Polyjuice Potion; they’ll never find out!”

They all turned to Draco. He shrunk back under the scrutiny.

“What!?”

“You’re the Potions master!” Pansy said, poking him in the side. He squeaked and shifted away. “So, make a potion!”

“I would, but the Polyjuice Potion takes a month to make!”

“So?” Harry said. He looked Draco in the eye. “Malfoy, please? I’ll help! We can… we can save Scorpius and Hermione. This is just another step. We need you.”

Draco chewed on his thumbnail and looked away.

“Well, alright. But I don’t have the ingredients. They’re extremely hard to come by.”

“I’ll go get them,” Remus said, nodding. “Just write them down, and me and whoever wants to come will fetch them.”

“Me!” Pansy said, raising her hand. Ron raised his hand, too.

“I guess me, too. I can’t brew worth a shit.”

“Then it’s settled!” Harry said, clapping his hands together.

“Okay,” Draco said to himself softly. He reached under his bed and pulled his sketchbook out, ripped a page off, and started writing all the ingredients. About a minute later, he handed the list to Remus, who scanned it and swallowed. At the bottom there was a potion’s shop listed: Paradox Potions.

“Right, so, Pansy, Ron, come with me. We’ll use basic Glamour Charms to get through Hogsmeade,” Remus said. They followed him to his room, leaving Draco and Harry alone. Harry turned to him, seeing Draco looking extremely stressed. The blond ran his hands through his hair roughly and fidgeted.

“You’re alright, aren’t you?” Harry asked. Draco nodded.

“Yeah, it’s just a big change being here and working with all of you,” he said. Harry was taken aback. Draco had always looked perfectly fine with the arrangement, not even showing any signs of resisting or being an ass. He was just… cooperative, which was something Harry had never seen from him.

When Harry thought about it, Draco was not at all what he thought; he was smiley and energetic, even hyper sometimes, and… silly! Him and Pansy together made the best entertainment that anyone could ask for. It always brought Harry out of his funk. And Draco lost his fucking kid! His son was captured, and Draco didn’t seem upset or moody like Harry was about Hermione. Harry wondered how he kept himself so… composed all the time. How did he deal with it? Even when he was talking about how Blaise was killed, he never cried or isolated himself from the world like Harry did; he just smiled and stayed optimistic.

Not to mention Draco was probably one of the most intelligent people he’s ever met. No matter what problem arose, he was always collected and helpful, a voice of reason in the chaos. He was always able to figure out any problem without help, like at Hogwarts. Harry was surprised at Draco’s maturity with situations that called for it. Ron would usually freak out and panic while Draco would take deep breaths and think it out rationally like an adult. It was… endearing.

Draco didn’t seem to have any trouble at all getting on with Harry and Ron and all the others at Grimmauld Place, either. When he came, he immediately fit right in and was helpful and respectful… even brought some light into their dreary world. It was almost like Draco was exactly what everyone needed; hope.

“You know, I wasn’t going to say anything, but once you started smiling I got a little freaked out. You’ve been staring at me for like… five minutes. What the hell?” Draco said amusedly. Harry shook his head and blushed.

“Oh, sorry, I just… zoned out there for a minute.”

Draco nodded. “Looked like you were thinking hard about something,” he pointed out. Harry turned brighter red and Draco pointed at him dramatically. “Seven shades of red!”

“Shut up, Tiny McBlond Pubes!” Harry yelled, throwing a pillow at a laughing Draco, smacking him in the face.

~*~*~*~*

“Is this legal?” Pansy whispered.

“No,” Remus replied, “but we need these ingredients, so it doesn’t matter if it’s legal or not!”

“That’ll be thirty Galleons,” the store clerk said. Remus blanched; he didn’t have that much!

“Can you use my Gringotts Charge Card?” Pansy asked. The clerk nodded. Pansy handed her card over, and the clerk tapped it with his wand and handed it back.

“Thank you, come again,” he said boredly. Remus gaped at Pansy as they exited the store.

“Pansy, thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it!” she waved off. “There’s plenty where that came from!”

“Well, well, well,” a drawling voice sounded from behind the trio. Pansy, Remus, and Ron turned slowly. “If it isn’t the mutt.”

“Severus?” Remus asked. Snape nodded. “Why are you here? How’d you know it was us?”

“A certain spell I learned from Mister Moody a few years ago,” Snape replied. “And I am here on a Hogsmeade weekend with the students.” He gestured to the Hogwarts students running about.

“But…” Ron said, scratching his chin, which had a beard on it now.

“Haven’t you heard? I’ve been made Headmaster,” Snape told them.

“Congratulations!” Pansy said, clapping her hands together. Snape nodded.

“Indeed. Now, why don’t you explain to me why you came out of that particular potions shop? The one known for having illegal and dangerous components?” Snape said suspiciously, eyeing the sack their Polyjuice Potions ingredients were in.

“Malfoy trusts him, so I don’t see why we couldn’t tell him,” Ron said, shrugging. Remus nodded.

“Right, well,” he explained their entire plan to Snape after he cast a Silencing Charm of some sort.

“So, you’re making Polyjuice Potion to break into the Ministry so you can steal an ingredient manual to make a Time Turner?” he said slowly. They nodded. “Well, that’s all very good, but you won’t need to steal the manual, just the ingredients.”

“…What?” Remus asked. Snape sighed.

“Being one of the few people in the world that knows this, I’ll share it with you: What you need is a special kind of sand. It’s uncommonly known as the Sand of Time. You see, hundreds of years ago, there was a wizard by the name of Whartomelious Axminster,” Ron snorted, “also known as the Wizard of Time.”

“Like Father Time?” Remus said. Snape shrugged.

“I suppose, in a way, yes. He lived on a small island beach, and had charmed the sand so that as long as he lived on that beach, he was timeless, i.e., he could live forever. But a long time ago, he was killed, and the sand was collected by the Ministry. The charm incantation died with him, and we’ll never know of it.

“But, we do know that that sand is at the Ministry. You are on the right track, but why steal the manual when we only have to take the sand?”

The three were gaping like fish. Snape looked as smug as ever.

“So, you know where this sand is hidden?” Remus asked. Snape nodded.

“You of all people should know that the Ministry has countless items in its grasp that have yet to meet the public, things that could revolutionize the world, but they keep it there because they don’t think the world is ready for it. They have all the things you need to make a Time Turner, you just have to know which ones to take,” Snape finished. “All you need is an hourglass with that sand, an Everlasting Charm, and you have made yourself a genuine Time Turner.”

“Did I mention I love you?” Pansy asked, hugging her professor. Snape smirked and patted her back.

“Should we head back and tell them, then?” Ron said.

“Yes, but, Severus, won’t you come with us?” Remus asked with a strange pleading look.

“I am far too busy running the school and—“

“I knew it,” Ron muttered. Snape glared at him.

“Fine,” Snape said, never one to let go of a challenge, “I’ll come with you. I’m sure Deputy Headmistress McGonagall can keep the school running for a few days without me.”

“Fantastic! Take my arm,” Remus said. Snape put his hand on Remus’ hip, who squirmed. Ron arched an eyebrow at that, but put a hand on the werewolf’s arm anyway. A crack later, and they were back at Grimmauld Place.

“We’ve got it!” Pansy yelled, running into Harry and Draco’s room. Harry was reading and Draco was sketching again. They looked up in alarm. “We know how to make a Time Turner!”

“What?” Draco said, surprised. When Severus came in a second later, Draco’s surprise grew.

“Now,” Snape said, “let’s make a Time Turner, shall we?”

ShiShi arts!

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 04:46:00 GMT

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A Father's Love - Chapter 4 Completed!

Tue, 26 Feb 2008 10:07:54 GMT

Albus jumped at the place where Scorpius was at with his arms open as if he could just hug him back, but he came in contact with only air. “RORY!”

“Albus, what happened?” Harry asked, running over. Albus was shaking. It had happened so fast! He didn’t have time to react by the time Scorpius was gone. He felt as if all his organs had been ripped out.

“It was Astoria,” Draco said from the ground, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. “Don’t worry, Al—“

“Don’t worry?!” Albus screeched.

“—I know Astoria is a vengeful bitch, but she’d never hurt him.” He stood and brushed himself off.

“How can you be so calm?!” Albus demanded. Lily was shaking, too. Albus held her, mostly to cover up his own trembling.

“It’s a Slytherin thing,” Draco said dismissively. “The reason I’m calm is because…” He looked around at the Muggles, still scared and pointing at him. “Not here.” He grabbed Albus’ shirt and pulled him away into the boys’ bathroom. There, he Disapparated away with all of them.

“Wow,” Lily said as they were taken to Malfoy Manor. Harry turned to Albus.

“Albus, please, I’m—“

“I know, Dad. But that’s not important right now!” Albus said. Draco made a frustrated noise, opened a chest of drawers, and threw a vial at Albus. He caught it clumsily and read the label: Calming Draught.

“Take that, your irrationality isn’t helping,” Draco said tiredly. Albus scowled and downed the potion, feeling immediately lightheaded and loopy. He fell into a fluffy black armchair and let his mind swim.

“Yes, that was a more potent one. Anyway, I’m calm because I put a Tracking Charm on Scorpius’ ring.” Everyone gasped. “All I have to do is activate it, and it’ll Apparate me there. But first, we need to call someone up.” He jogged over to the fireplace and threw some Floo powder in.

“Ireland Malfoy Property!” he yelled clearly, sticking his head in. A few minutes later, Draco pulled out and stepped back a few paces. A few more seconds later, Lucius Malfoy came through in all his longhaired, snake-caned glory, looking murderous.

“Who took my grandson?” he asked dangerously. Lily swallowed heavily and shifted in the presence of the intimidating Malfoy.

“Astoria. At King’s Cross,” Draco answered professionally. Lucius nodded and sat. Albus looked at them like they were crazy.

“Why are we sitting and not acting?” he asked with as much vigor as one could when under the influence of Draco Malfoy’s Super-Strength Calming Draught.

“We need to plan,” Draco and Lucius said in unison.

“The last living Death Eater…” Harry breathed. Lucius nodded.

“Death Eater?” Albus asked. “Voldemort’s army?”

Even though he’d been dead for years, Lucius and Draco both shuddered.

“You were apart—“

“Yes, boy, we were, and you’re going to need our intelligence to get to Scorpius,” Lucius said, cutting him off. Albus harrumphed and sat back, crossing his arms.

“Now,” Lucius started again, “Draco, I believe you put a Tracking Charm on Scorpius’ necklace?” Draco nodded. “Excellent. We’ll activate it in a minute.”

“If I know Astoria, and I know I do, she’s taken Scorpius somewhere no one would guess in a labyrinth no one of ordinary intelligence could get through,” Draco said thoughtfully.

“Well, it’s good we’ve got three Slytherins with us, then, isn’t it?” Harry asked sardonically, a little annoyed at being hinted at that he didn’t have ‘normal intelligence’.

“Protego should be used at all times, Disillusionment Charms, Healing and Melting Potions… What else?” Draco listed.

“That sounds fine, and we’ll be on our guard the entire time, right?” Lucius asked. They all nodded.

“I’ll fetch them,” Draco said, jogging away towards his lab. He came back in a few minutes with satchels for everyone. “Blue is healing, red is melting. Only to be used if you have to melt through a wall or floor,” he said, handing everyone a leather satchel.

“If one of us gets separated, don’t panic. Don’t touch anything, because it might be a Portkey. Stay together,” Lucius ordered. They all nodded once again, and Lucius started more directions. “Potter Junior, take my arm. Senior, take Draco’s. Girl, you, too. Draco, when I say, activate the charm.” Draco nodded.

…
…
…

“NOW!”

“Active Rastreo!”

Crack!

Wathump!

“Ow!” Albus said, rubbing his bum, which landed on the ground. The others were doing similar things, rubbing their sore spots.

“Did it work?” Harry asked.

“Yes, but… it must have anti-Apparition wards. We landed outside of…”

They all looked up at the impressive mansion, not unlike the Malfoy’s, and swallowed.

“The Greengrass Estate,” Lucius finished.

“Well, that’s good, right? We just have to—“

“No, silly boy, it’s bound to be trapped and monitored. They probably already know we’re here!” Lucius snapped. Albus promptly shut up.

“What do you propose?” Lily asked, straightening her skirt.

“Draco,” Lucius said expectantly. Draco nodded and went to stand in front of the mansion. He cast a multitude of spells, one of which he had to do a little hop, which Albus and Harry snorted at. He walked back red-faced.

“Alarm upon entry, no guards, but monitoring spells, trip wires, Crucio-lasers, and the floor has a Shocking Spell on it, so it’ll electrocute you without proper anti-jinxes,” Draco listed. Albus and Harry gaped, suddenly glad they had two ex-Death Eaters on their team.

“Can you disengage the alarm?” Lucius asked. Draco nodded, and set off. Harry went after him.

“Potter, I can do this by myself,” he said irritably, walking up the stone path to the mansion.

“But I can help, that way you won’t use up all your reserves before we even get inside,” he said dryly. Draco smirked at him. “What do I do?”

“Alarm on entry, so we have to find its base…” he whispered. Harry nodded. “I would guess it would be in the center of the house, so just focus your magic, and Stupefy the center quadrant, okay?” Harry nodded, and they set to work.

“What do we do here?” Lily asked, whining.

“Patience, child. I’ll let you help me break the trip wires, all right?” Lucius asked smoothly. Lily all but squealed. Albus was fidgety, only wanting to get Scorpius and get out, but NOOOO. They had to have fifteen million booby traps! Fuckers.

“Alright,” panted Harry. “Alarm system is disengaged.”

“Good. Lily, shall we?” Lucius asked. Lily took his offered arm and they strode into the huge house.

As they waited, Harry tried to make some conversation.

“So, does Scorpius get his dancing talent from you?” he asked casually of the middle Malfoy. He snorted and shook his head.

“No, I can’t dance worth a shit. I don’t know where he gets it,” he said bemusedly.

“Ah,” Harry said. Then there was an awkward silence. Luckily, it didn’t last long as Lucius and Lily strode back out confidently.

“Trip wires and Shocking Hex disengaged,” he reported boredly. Lily hopped over to Albus, excited about telling him exactly what they looked like and how they killed them off.

Wow, Albus thought, glad he had the last two remaining Death Eaters on their side.

“Think it’s safe to enter, chief?” Albus asked. Lucius scowled at the title, but nodded. Albus gripped his wand tight and ran in, the adults and Lily trailing behind him.

The manor was just as big as the Malfoy’s, but nowhere near as pretty. It was rather dank and deserted looking, actually. Draco put a hand on his lower back to guide him, and it suddenly hit him how much Draco looked like Scorpius. It made his heart ache.

“So, where do you think he’ll be?” Harry asked.

“The only logical places I can think of would be the basement or Astoria’s bedroom,” Draco said slowly, trying to evaluate it all in his mind.

“Split up?” Lily suggested.

“Indeed,” Lucius answered, patting her on the head. “Slytherin, this one,” he said proudly. Albus’ upper lip arched. That was my idea, too!

“I’ll take Lily with you,” Harry gestured to the elder Malfoy, “and Malfoy, you go with Albus. We’ll check the basement.” They nodded and Draco guided Albus towards Astoria’s bedroom.

“I don’t feel like I should have to say this, Albus, but keep on your guard. Astoria was a Slytherin,” Draco whispered. As they approached the gaudy pink frilly door, Draco cast a Disillusionment Charm on both of them. They peeked through the crack in the door…

From what they could see through the crack, Astoria was on her bed, feeding a still tied up Scorpius chocolates. He turned his face away with a moue of disgust; chocolate was much too fattening for a dancer, after all. She frowned.

“Scorpius, darling, you’re so thin!” she cooed, petting his hair almost roughly. “Please eat a little something for Mummy!”

“No! I refuse to eat anything you give me! Albus is going to come and save me—“

“Like you’ve said a million times! They can’t find you here, Scorpius. Stop proclaiming that your father and your grandfather and Albus are going to come save you, they’re not!” she yelled.

“Yes they are! They love me, they’ll come! They’ll find a wa—“

SMACK!

Tears sprang out of Scorpius’ eyes as Astoria’s hand made contact with his cheek sharply. Albus bit his lip so he wouldn’t go and attack that woman and kill her in a painful fiery death. Draco and him snuck in as Astoria closed her eyes in frustration.

“I see some discipline is in order. Your father has spoiled you far too much, you’ve become so… optimistic and… vulnerable,” she hissed. Draco tapped Albus’ shoulder with his wand. The signal.

“Stupefy!”

This time, it was Astoria who fell to the ground. Scorpius looked around wildly for his saviors.

“Who’s there?” he asked. Albus ran over to him, still invisible, and touched his shoulder. Scorpius jumped. “Al?”

“Yes, Rory, it’s me. Your dad’s here, too,” he whispered so Astoria wouldn’t hear. She jumped up and looked around just as frantically as Scorpius had.

“How dare you?!” she yelled at Scorpius, who looked at her confusedly. “You used wandless magic on me, you little wretch!”

“I did no such thing!” he proclaimed regally. She lunged at him, and Albus used the same spell Draco had. She slammed against the wall hard, but wasn’t knocked out. She pulled her wand out of her stocking and cast a Stunner in Albus’ direction, but he had already moved. She aimed her wand at Scorpius.

“Cruc—“

“EXPELLIARMUS!”

Plunk!

Astoria’s wand landed against the wall on the other side of the room where Harry picked it up, Lucius and Lily behind him. Draco Finite’d Albus and Scorpius, and Scorpius flew into him, hugging him desperately.

“Albus! I told her you would come,” he said smugly. He smirked and aimed his wand at Astoria.

“Where’s your wand?” he whispered to Scorpius.

“In her—“

“Ha! Stupefy!”

Harry slammed into the wall behind him.

“Dad!”

Spells were thrown back and fourth between both parties. Since Albus didn’t really know any hexes or jinxes that would do any harm, he, Scorpius, and Lily worked on getting the hell out of the manor. They got as far as the door before Astoria spelled it closed and Colloportus’ed it.

“Not so fast, kiddies!”

Scorpius whimpered and Albus put his arms around him, holding him against his chest. Lily hugged Albus from behind, making a sort of comfort train. The lights from the spells lit the room with pretty colors, but Scorpius was terrified. He knew their magical reserves would run out soon enough, and there was nothing he could do to help!

“Man, she’s skilled,” Albus said. And she was. She could easily battle two Death Eaters and The Boy Who Lived without breaking a sweat. Though, this battle seemed never-ending.

“Accio necklace chain!” Astoria called to Scorpius. The necklace chain yanked him through the air into Astoria’s arms.

“NO!” Albus yelled, enraged, hating himself for once again letting Scorpius slip through his fingers. He was poised to jump at her and fucking choke the bitch, but she put her wand against Scorpius’ throat, and he stopped, as did everyone else.

“Put your wands down, or I’ll Sectumsempra his pretty pale throat!” she threatened. Everyone obeyed. “Kick them towards me!” They did. “Very nice. Now, I want you to step into the front yard, and Scorpius will be with you sh—“

“PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!”

Thunk!

Astoria hit the ground. Everyone turned to Lily, wand out and smirking.

“What? I never took my wand out, so I didn’t really have a wand to put down for her, now, did I?” she asked slyly. Draco didn’t hold back as he picked her up off the ground and hugged her, twirling in circles.

“This one’s my favorite!” he told Harry. He smiled and nodded.

“Albus!” Scorpius jumped off the bed and landed in Albus’ arms, the raven-haired boy making a sort of seat for Scorpius with his hands. Scorpius threw his arms around Albus’ neck and kissed him thoroughly. Lucius simply smiled and nodded his approval.

“Let’s go, shall we?” Lucius asked. He Accio’ed Scorpius’ wand and they exited the manor, Albus carrying Scorpius the entire way on his hip, the blond pecking him all over his face and neck.

“I’ll go to the Auror office and have them come collect her,” Harry said. He nodded to them, hugged his kids, and by association, Scorpius, and then Disapparated to the Ministry.

“I’ll let the officials at Azkaban know,” Lucius said, Disapparating away.

“I’m ready to go home, how about you?” Draco asked tiredly. Albus figured he had every right to be tired; he just used up most of his reserves with that battle with the evil Astoria bitch! The teenagers nodded, and Draco used the last of his reserves to Apparate them back to Malfoy Manor, where he collapsed onto a couch for a long rest.

“I’ll firecall Headmistress McGonagall and see if I can get back to Hogwarts through the Floo.” She waved them off, though they weren’t really paying attention.

Albus carried Scorpius up to his bedroom bride-style, sharing kisses at every opportunity. He set Scorpius down outside his bedroom and put his arms around him.

“I love you, Scorpius,” he said, touching their noses together. Scorpius smiled against his mouth.

“I love you, too.”

”And they lived happily ever after, till the end of their days.”

I. Hate. This. Chapter. But I don't know how to change it, and I need to start on my ASS fest story. >.o

H/D Roleplay

Fri, 22 Feb 2008 01:13:48 GMT

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A Father's Love - Chapter 3

Wed, 20 Feb 2008 10:19:13 GMT

Warning! Fingering ahead.

“I’m so nervous!”

“Rory, you look amazing and you’re going to go out there and be brilliant! C’mere.”

Scorpius accepted the hug Albus gave him, all but clinging to his friend. Albus smiled and ran his fingers through Scorpius’ ponytail.

“I’ll be there in the front row with Lily and your dad, okay?” He kissed Scorpius’ cheek. “Go!”

“All right,” Scorpius replied, panicked. Albus ran out of the wings backstage and went to his seat.

“Is he a wreck?” Draco asked.

“He’ll be fine,” Albus whispered back.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” a booming voice said through the speakers. “Thank you for coming out tonight to see our dancers. They’ve worked very hard, and we hope you enjoy. Our first dance is a duo called ‘The Babbitt and the Bromide’, a dance originally performed by Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire. Please welcome Wolfgang Took and Scorpius Malfoy!”

Albus and Lily stood and whistled, cheered, and clapped, much more obnoxious than everyone else. When the lights came on, Scorpius and Wolfgang were sitting on a bench reading newspapers. Then, Scorpius started tapping in his seat, lowering his paper. Oh, he’s so adorable with his dimples!

As the dance went on, they practically finished each other’s moves. Albus was absolutely captivated. He had so much personality on stage! Albus thought he was WAY better than Wolfgang, but maybe that was because he favored Scorpius more. Whatever. Draco was beaming, as if saying, ‘I created that!’

The dance was about five minutes long, and when it ended, Albus and Lily were, once again, up and cheering loudly. Albus pulled out a bouquet of tropical flowers, the exact color of Scorpius’ eyes, and tossed them one by one. Scorpius actually caught one and put it behind his ear, smiling at Albus. He tapped backstage, and the rest of the dances went on, though him and Lily left after Scorpius’. They didn’t really care about anyone else’s.

The siblings snuck backstage into the dressing room, where Scorpius was collapsed on the floor, breathing hard. Albus laughed.

“That bad, huh?”

“Ugg… I’m gonna throw up.”

Albus hauled the blond boy off the floor and hugged him.

“Rory, you totally kicked arse out there! How could you ever be nervous? You were perfect!” Albus congratulated, running his hands up and down Scorpius’ back. He wondered what the skin looked like, felt like underneath.

“Thank you, and thanks for the flowers! These are my favorite,” he said, removing the flower from his hair and smelling it. Albus plucked it from his fingers and stuck it back behind his ear.

“Keep it like that,” he said. He just held such an air of innocence when he had the flower in his hair. Albus wondered how long he could hold back for. He didn’t want to take his hands off Scorpius.

“So, when is the Wizarding English Dance Company gonna take you?” Lily asked, hugging Scorpius, too.

“Lily, I’m not professional. They want super-fantastic pro dancers.”

“You are super-fantastic! And, hey, I’ll pay you a Knut, then you’ll be considered professional!” Albus said, putting a Knut in Scorpius’ hand. He giggled. Merlin, Albus loved his laugh!

“Thanks, Al, but I don’t think this counts,” he said, handing the Knut back to him. Albus shrugged.

“Ah, well, time to go, then!” He pulled Scorpius by the hand out of the theater. Lily smirked at them.

~*~*~*~*

“Gods, I want to get out of this costume!” Scorpius said, exasperated. “It’s itchy!”

Albus pretended not to look as Scorpius unbuttoned his suit and threw his hat off. He stripped off the costume and pulled on some baggy pyjama pants, shaking his hair loose before putting an oversized tee shirt on. Albus savored the few seconds he saw of Scorpius’ flawless pale back, gorgeous in a vampiric way. The blond dancer then grabbed a brush from his nightstand and sat on his bed, running the brush through his hair.

“Can I?” Albus asked, sitting behind him. Scorpius shrugged and handed the brush to him over his shoulder. Albus brushed tenderly, starting at the tips and working his way up. He ran his fingers through the newly brushed hair after every stroke. It was so silky! He couldn’t get enough of the satiny feeling between his fingers. He gazed at the pale neck presented before him.

All right, Albus, it’s time to put that Gryffindor bravery to work and make your move! Do it now or forever wish you did!

Albus brushed all of Scorpius’ hair over one shoulder. He set the brush down on the opposite side of the bed and slowly descended his lips onto that beautiful neck. As his lips made contact, Scorpius gasped.

“Al… what are you doing?” he asked, breathless. Albus pressed open-mouthed kisses up Scorpius’ neck to behind his ear. “Albus…”

“Does this freak you out?” he whispered. Scorpius hesitated.

“No,” he finally said. “Please, more…”

Albus gratefully obliged, dabbing his tongue inside Scorpius’ ear. He shudder-moaned and grabbed at the sheets. Wow, that was a powerful reaction. He made figure-eight patterns inside his ear, eliciting more and more delicious noises that sent his blood eagerly to his cock.

“Oh…” Scorpius said softly. Hm, Albus thought, he’s a talker. I wonder if he’s a screamer? “Oh!”

“Turn around,” Albus said huskily. Scorpius complied eagerly, all but pouncing on Albus once he turned. He immediately pressed their lips together, and it was amazing. Ah, so here’s his Slytherin side. Albus greedily thrust his tongue inside Scorpius’ mouth. He didn’t taste sharp and minty like Albus would have thought, but warm and organic, like the tea they drank. Albus had to break away soon for breath.

“Where did you come from?” he asked breathlessly.

“Sorry I went nympho on you,” Scorpius apologized.

“Rory, what do you want?” Albus asked, sitting up with the light bundle in his lap.

“Anything you can give me.” Scorpius straddled him and kissed Albus’ neck.

“That’s a lot you’d be getting, Rory. Are you sure?” Albus moaned as Scorpius found that one spot on his neck, just above his collarbone.

“A Malfoy is always sure.”

“All right, then.” Albus flipped their positions, Scorpius making an adorable ‘oof!’ sound as he flopped on his back, his hair splayed across the dark red sheets. His breathing was hard and his cheeks were flushed, and it was so hot Albus could hardly stand it. With a throaty growl, he was back at Scorpius’ lips, raping his mouth with his tongue brutally.

After a few minutes of snogging, Albus moved down Scorpius’ body, coming to the neck of his shirt. With an impatient noise, it was ripped off and thrown to the ground.

Scorpius was thin and pale and delicate, like a flower, but with long, lithe dancer muscles. Suddenly, Albus didn’t want to be rough and merciless like he would normally. Scorpius just looked so dainty, Albus was afraid he’d break him if he were too hard. He changed tactics and made his kisses lighter and his caresses softer.

“Ah-ahk!” Scorpius exclaimed, eyes wide as Albus sucked on his nipple. Scorpius’ hands were instantly tangling in the black bird’s nest, holding his head in place. “Yes…”

“Is that good?” Albus asked. Scorpius nodded. “Just tell me when something feels good, okay?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he smooched his way down Scorpius’ chest and flat stomach, pleased as the muscles jumped under his ministrations. He stabbed his tongue hard into his belly button, not really getting a response. Oh well, he’s not a navel person. Moving down!

He undid the zipper of Scorpius’ trousers with his teeth – he didn’t wear underwear, apparently -- letting the very tip of his tongue slide along the length of it. Scorpius made more of those delicious sounds.

“Albus… so good,” he moaned, thrusting into Albus’ face.

“It can be better, Rory. So much better…” he said as he licked a line from Scorpius’ heel to his toe. The blond squirmed deliciously.

“Better?” Scorpius asked. Albus nodded and slid back up his long body.

“Yes, much better,” he whispered. As they started kissing again, Albus reached for his wand. He tapped it on his palm, feeling the slick lotion form there. He rubbed it between his fingers before tracing one finger down Scorpius’ cock. He bucked up into his hand with a helpless whimper, and Albus slipped lower, pushing his pants down lower on his hips and toying with the blond fuzz at his testicles.

“Eee! Tickles,” he breathed, shrinking away. Albus chuckled into his adorable blond’s mouth before making a corkscrew motion with his finger into Scorpius’ virgin hole. “Ga-ah! Albus, what the hell?”

“It’s called fingering. There’s a place riiiight…”

“Ah!” Scorpius’ breath caught in his throat, and he made a noise so strange that even the author couldn’t write it phonetically.

“…Here! Brace yourself,” Albus advised as he rubbed the knot of Scorpius’ prostate mercilessly. Scorpius’ moany sounds increased volume and length as his orgasm came dangerously close.

“A-Al!” he choked out.

“Yes! Come on, Rory! Let it out!”

Scorpius cried out and arched his back impossibly off the bed as he came in thick splatters under Albus’ chin. Well, maybe not impossibly. He was a dancer, after all. Turns out he was a screamer.

“I… ‘m sorry, Al,” Scorpius panted. “Came all over your face…”

“One notch higher, and you would have been coming up my nose,” Albus teased, rubbing the cum off his chin with the backside of his hand. He dabbed his tongue in it lightly, just to taste.

“Ew! Al, that’s so unsanitary!” Scorpius exclaimed, aghast.

“Love is unsanitary? Honestly,” Albus said, not realizing what he said until a few seconds later. His eyes widened.

“Did you just say you loved me?” Scorpius asked.

“I—“

“Well, would you look at that?”

Scorpius and Albus both jumped at the voice at the door. They turned their heads comically slowly to see Draco standing there smirking, Harry behind him, gaping.

“Dad! I, uh…” Scorpius realized he couldn’t cover this up. Scorpius was on his back with Albus’ finger in his ass, who had his other hand at his mouth covered in Scorpius’ cum. (And Scorpius is half-naked, if you weren’t previously aware.)

“Let me guess: Albus was looking for his Bertie Botts, and thought that your arse might be a good place to look?” Draco said sarcastically. Albus looked at him strangely.

“You don’t seem mad,” he said slowly.

“Mad? Pah! As if I wasn’t caught in similar compromising positions at your age. Right, Potter?” Draco turned to Harry, whose eyes were still wide.

“I should think not!” he yelled. Draco jumped. “Albus, what the hell?! Sex at your age?” Albus removed his finger from Scorpius’ ass and covered the two with a blanket. “And—and--… You’re coming home right now, young man!”

“Dad, we didn’t even go that far!” Albus protested.

“I don’t care! You’re coming home!” Harry yelled, pointing out the door.

“…No!” he yelled back.

“Al,” Scorpius whispered, “just go—“

“No! I didn’t do anything wrong!” he insisted.

“He’s right, you know,” Draco said to Harry. “Sex makes the world go ‘rou—“

“I don’t need you to tell me how to discipline my children, Malfoy! Albus, come!” Harry said as if Albus were a dog.

“I won’t! Not until you calm down!” Albus yelled. Harry made an outraged noise and Disapparated away on the spot. Albus sighed and dropped his head onto Scorpius’ shoulder.

“Dad?” Scorpius said weakly. “Could you come back after I’m dressed?”

“Oh! Yes, I’ll be in the den,” he said as he slipped out. When the door clicked closed, Scorpius turned to Albus.

“Albus, did you say you loved me?” he asked softly again. Albus bit his lip and looked away. “Al—“

“I don’t know! I was just being a cocky bastard, you know?” he said.

“So, are you sure it wasn’t a Freudian slip?” Scorpius asked, but he sounded putout, as if he wanted Albus to have said that he loved him. But Albus really didn’t know if he did. He liked Scorpius a lot, he knew, but was he in love with him? He suddenly felt like crying, because he didn’t want to lie, but he didn’t want to say no and break Scorpius’ heart. He cared about him too much to do that.

“I don’t know. Do you love me?”

Scorpius looked just as troubled.

“I don’t know,” he answered. “But I think I could.” And then he kissed him. “I think that part comes later, though.” Albus quirked an eyebrow at his oddly cheerful mood. He grinned.

“Yeah, but I think now’s the time for all little Scorpiuses to get dressed so we can go have the father-son talk,” Albus joked, throwing Scorpius’ shirt at him.

~*~*~*~*

“Oh, wait, let me get my camera!”

“Daaaaad!”

“No, no, seriously. You two holding hands is just about the cutest thing ever!”

Albus grumbled.

Draco had taken Scorpius and Albus to King’s Cross since Harry was being a prick -- Draco’s words, not the author’s. Albus was gripping Scorpius’ hand tightly. He didn’t know why, but he had a bad feeling.

“Albus!” a girl shrieked from behind him. He turned and smiled at Lily. “How was Christmas?” She hugged him. He let go of Scorpius’ hand to hug back.

Boy, was that stupid.

“Incarcerous!”

“Scorpius!”

“STUPEFY!”

Draco fell to the ground. Muggles ran around, screaming like headless chickens. Albus let go of Lily and snapped around to see Astoria holding Scorpius, who was tied up, against herself and stroking his hair. She smirked and Disapparated away.