I like the device of the Triwizard Tournament! Oldie but a goodie. Too bad we don't get a Yule Ball! :)
Astoria/Asteria -- lol. Nice dodge.
I'm giggling at just about everything Draco is saying. He's just in top sarcastic form, eh? And/or just being scorching hot, at least where Harry is concerned. :)
I'm thrilled with the characterization and dialogue here. I can't say enough about it, so I guess I won't try. And dude, that nursery rhyme ("Wizards made them, Muggles paid them") is made of win.
"...Oh, God," he moaned as his son ran a muddy hand through his hair, "not the hair, Scorpius! Treasure it while you have it!"
LOL!
"The same thing as you, Papa," Scorpius said quietly, his bravado gone. "I would have been honoured to have been placed in Slytherin, but I could do more good in Gryffindor. People need to know that Malfoys aren't evil."
This is really very subtle. It's a good interweaving of Gryffindor - thinks it wants to be Slytherin - is really Gryffindor thing... while not doing any dishonour to Slytherin.
a Draco that was nipping and sucking and ohGodrubbinghisballsjustrightandpressingwiththeheelofhishandrightthere
MMmmyyyuurrghaaah*eyeroll*---
yeah. Yum.
"Were you like this with Astoria?"
"Asteria. Of course. Although I allowed her to kiss me, as she was my wife."
"No wonder she left you."
lol -- you go, Harry!
"The key is what Scorpius thinks. Does he think he's a prize? And if so, does he think I'm in the race?" Al smiled, a wide, hopeful, excited boy-in-love grin. "Thanks, Dad!" He stood.
"For what?" As Al continued to the door without answering, Harry called out. "Where are you going?"
"I've got a race to run," Al said, his smile incandescent.
Ummm.. I think I missed something. lol.
And... mm. Ahh. Straightforward Harry who gives in and says "Draco, I want to love you" ahhh, yesss. :D
"Would you cheat with me?"
"In a second."
"Right. I've thought about it. I'll change the rules."
"Then I'll cheat."
Aaaaiiieee *applauds*
Draco wrapped his arm over Harry's chest and began a gentle rocking motion with his hips. [...] It seemed like Draco's soft thrusts would continue forever, but eventually he pressed tight and came inside Harry with a soft exhalation of breath against Harry's neck.
Mmmmm. Yum. *lies back and enjoys* Lovely, languid.