springsmutfairy (springsmutfairy) wrote in hp_springsmut, @ 2009-03-10 08:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | draco/scorpius, fic, slash |
Happy springsmut, dripping_cherry!
Author: marguerite_26
Recipient: dripping_cherry
Title: Anything for Him
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Draco/Scorpius
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: The lengths a son will go to for a father's love.
Warnings: Everything the pairing implies, not chan
Word Count: ~1,700
Author's Notes: This is short, but hopefully hits all the right notes for you dripping_cherry. Thank you to M, S, and R for their friendship, advice and beta review.
Anything for Him
~o~
I am lounging in my sitting room, curled in my favourite chair by the fire. In my lap is Stealth and Safety, Auror training basics. We have a test on chapter three the next morning.
After a soft knock, Father enters through the open door.
My hands shake as I reach for my brandy. Silently, I curse as a few drops spill onto my fingers. I want to say ‘Good evening, Father’ as if nothing has changed, but I know my voice will be off, slightly too formal, a hint raspy.
He stops a moment and watches me sip the drink, then says simply, "I love you, Scorpius."
I blink up at him in surprise because I honestly don’t know sometimes.
"I don’t know what I did in life to deserve you." His voice is confident and somehow self-depreciating as well. "Thank you, for everything."
And then he smiles at me, a small sincere smile that makes his eyes soft. It’s the one he gave me over the Easter holidays in fourth year when I showed him my Patronus Charm. At the time, I was the only one of my class to manage it.
My cheeks are pink and hot, my heart thumping loudly as I watch him leave.
I would do anything for him. Anything, at all.
~o~
This morning…
I stretch my neck and crack my knuckles, run a hand through my messy black locks and a tongue across my teeth.
I frown and rinse my mouth, again. That stuff tastes terrible.
I take a last look in the mirror, straighten my glasses, again. I feel awkward, an unpleasant feeling of not belonging in my own skin.
But time is ticking. I hustle out beyond the wards and Apparate to the Manor’s front entrance.
Kitly answers.
"Harry Potter to see Draco Malfoy."
"Harry Potter will wait here. Kitly will be getting Master."
She leads me to the front parlour and leaves. I fiddle with my glasses some more. In my head, my speech is repeating over and over.
Kitly returns before I have enough time to panic and leads me across the hall.
"Master Malfoy will see Mr. Potter in the study." She opens the door wide for me to enter.
My hands are sweaty and my cock is aching. I’m not sure I can do this.
"Potter."
I struggle to keep in character. Malfoy. Malfoy, I tell myself.
"Malfoy." It comes out a little too loudly for the quiet room. If my enthusiasm gives me away, there is no hint of it on his face.
"What do you want?"
"Like I said in my owl," I stumble through the words I knew by rote five minutes ago. "I wanted to apologise. It’s been driving me mad, Malfoy. I need to make amends with you." The words that sounded so good in my head now fall flat, lame dialogue from a bad romance novel.
"So apologise." He stares down at me, furious and thrilled all at once. I am taken aback to find him taller than me again.
"I… I’m sorry." I know that’s not good enough, but my nervousness could easily be Potter’s so I go with it, babbling like a fool. "I’m sorry that I didn’t do more for you after the war. You saved my life when you didn’t identify me. Er… here at the Manor that time."
"Yes. And again in the Room of Requirement? You remember that, now? I could have sworn you’d forgotten it all when the trials were happening, when it mattered to me. To my father and my mother."
"Yes." I say quietly. I don’t slouch, even though it feels appropriate. I just cannot in his presence. "I am ashamed to say I was a coward to not stand up for you and your family back then."
"And? It has been twenty-five years since your disrespect. What brings you here now?"
I look up and see the challenge in his eyes. He doesn’t want a snivelling saviour.
"Look, Malfoy. I’m sorry. All right? I don’t know what else to say. I’ve never forgiven myself. I need you to forgive me. I’ve been reading up, and I know your pureblood traditions. There are ways to make things right between us."
Malfoy looks at me in surprise. "And are you prepared to do that?"
"As you said, it’s been a quarter of a century that I’ve been living with this shame. I will do what I need to."
I look up at him and hope to Merlin I’m convincing. This is the hardest part, I tell myself: an apology sounding sincere from the mouth of Harry Potter. If I’m not believable, this whole exercise is a waste.
He stares at me for a long time.
"On your knees."
I almost let out a sigh of relief as I fall to the floor in front of him. I do not bow my head. My eyes are locked on his in nervous defiance. Harry Potter would not submit easily.
"Suck my cock."
I lick my lips nervously. I open his fly and it’s almost like this isn’t really happening to me. Maybe it isn’t? For a moment I think maybe I’ve truly entered Potter’s consciousness and I pull Malfoy’s cock free from his pants. I steady it with one hand and give a gentle swipe to the tip. As the salty-bitter taste hits my tongue, suddenly it’s all very real and I’m here and hard and begging to have this cock in my mouth. The thought exhilarates me and terrifies me.
I close my mouth over the tip and his hands grasp my hair. He lets out an approving groan. That is all I need to get started. I give excellent head. My brain shuts off for a moment as I let the natural rhythm of it sooth my nerves. I work him until he is panting and gasping but I know not to pull him over the edge – though I could in a heartbeat – because there is no way he is finished with me yet.
The cool air of the room sends a shiver up my spine; he’s Vanished my clothes.
"Enough, Potter." He tugs at my hair and I release him. "You little cock sucker. You’re good at that. No wonder you became Head Auror so fast."
I blush at the compliment even though it’s meant to be an insult.
I steal a quick glance down my body. My cock is dark and red, thick and poking straight out of a thatch of black curls. I’m a little awed at the novelty of it. My palm tingles to simply wrap around it and start pumping just to feel the weight of it in my hand. Harry Potter’s cock. I do not dare.
"Potter, I want you on your back. I want you to look in my eyes every second while I’m pumping into you and know that you are letting me do this. That I deserve this of you."
I panic for a second as I realize the he might take me raw. My eyes beg him not to. He stares back at me, but does not say a word.
I let out a whimper as I feel a cool pot of lube touch my thigh.
He starts with two fingers. It burns but at least he’s preparing me and I’m too grateful to think twice about the awkward stretch.
He doesn’t notice my wince. "Ugh yeah, Potter. Like that? Little whore." He’s lost in his own anger and frustration. Lost in my arse and every thing he can and can’t get out of it.
Before I am ready he is pressing into me. His chest and face are red from the exertions. He pants with each thrust. I spread my legs wider as he swears and talks about things I don’t recognize, bathrooms and towers and long dead professors. He taunts me with things I will never understand.
Each time he pounds into me another tear slips down and wets my hair, tickling my ears. I want to turn away and hide but I can’t. He is in me, on top of me, all over me and there is nowhere to go. I will never stop belonging to him.
"Ugh, fuck. Damn you, Potter." He pants just before he stills and shudders. His come is sliding from my arse. My fat, ruddy erection is long gone and suddenly, he notices.
He looks up at me confused. As if seeing me, there with him, for the first time. I can’t quite read his expression but he’s not happy. I want to reassure him but the words are dead in my throat.
He kisses my hip bone, my inner thigh. He licks a line down from my navel and buries his nose into my dark curls. My cock fills and pokes at his cheek. He looks up at me and smiles; it takes my breath away.
He takes me in his mouth and with gentleness that I’ve rarely seen in him, he worships my cock. It is a wondrous, slow build until my eyes roll back and I’m coming with a choked cry. He swallows it all.
Time is ticking and I dress quickly. Not another word is said. The moment for rehearsed speeches seems to be long past. I need to leave before I truly shatter the moment.
I make it to my suite of rooms just as the hour elapses.
I would do anything for him. Anything, at all.
~fin~