Fic: The eligible bachelor (harry/scorpius)
Title: The Eligible Bachelor
Author: bleedforyou1
Pairing(s): Harry/Scorpius
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Language. Age Disparity (46/20).
Word Count: 3,008
Summary: Harry didn’t think that participating in the charity bachelor auction could possibly result in this outcome.
Notes: Thank you so much to W & S for the beta work!
What the fuck was I thinking? Harry thought as he walked onto the brightly-lit stage and stood next to the other men in line. Several cat-calls, cheers and yells broke out in the audience and Harry gritted his teeth.
“Good turnout, eh?” Oliver Wood said next to him.
Harry sighed and looked down the rest of the line of Quidditch players, duellists and other famous men stood, all in their dashing dress robes and grinning at the crowd. The charity bachelor auction was stock full of gay, straight and curious men, on display for the general audience.
“This is ridiculous. Why would people want to bid on an old man like me?” Harry said, somewhat speaking to himself.
“Oi! Don’t forget, Potter, I’m older than you,” Oliver laughed next to him and clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, mate, it’s all in good fun. For a good cause, as well.”
Harry did smile a bit at that one, considering Lily’s Orphanage was his own idea. The Charity Bachelor Auction, however, was not. One of Hermione’s less genius ideas, he’d say.
“And our last eligible bachelor for the evening is non-other than, Harry James Potter!” Harry cringed slightly when the announcer yelled his name. “The Saviour of the Wizarding World, the Head Auror and original creator for Lily’s Orphanage. Well, this is gonna be a crazy one, folks so hold onto your hats! How much would you pay for a lovely dinner date with the Great Harry Potter, himself?! Let’s start it at 500 galleons!”
“800!”
“1,000!”
“4,000!”
The sums of money after that all flew past Harry in rapid succession, coming up to ludicrous amounts. Did people really think a dinner date with him was that valuable?! He couldn’t even think of a reason to pay that much for dinner with anyone. The only person he’d ever dated was Ginny, who’d he’d gotten a divorce with only a year ago. After that, it had been one-offs with several men in the bars downtown, but never anyone who he’d want that much to pay for. Once the press had caught wind of his being gay, the desire to want anyone close to him had diminished even more.
“I’ll give 1,500,000 galleons!”
Harry looked up in surprise as the distinct male voice around the back of the room, and so did everyone else. No one had yet made a counter offer, and the announcer began to count.
“A million and a half going once. Twice. Three and sold, to the gentlemen in the back!”
The spotlight shined off towards the back and Harry nearly swallowed his tongue. What-why in the world had Draco fucking Malfoy bought him at a bachelor auction?! The git was married and he never even spoke to-
Oh. Harry watched as the man walked closer to the stage, and with a start, he realized that it wasn’t Draco Malfoy at all. It was, in fact, his son: the gorgeous new Auror, best-friend-of-Harry’s-youngest-son, Scorpius Malfoy.
And wasn’t that even more jarring?
Harry waited until the rest of the speaking was over and the Bachelors all walked off stage, towards their waiting dates. Harry gulped as he walked towards the smirking man who was holding his arm out.
“What are you doing, Scorpius?” Harry blurted out the moment he was close enough.
“I’m waiting for my date, of course,” he said in that charming, smooth voice he had. The same voice that Harry had heard on summer breaks when he would come over to play Quidditch with Albus. When did it sound so…
No. Don’t think like that, Harry thought immediately. He absolutely refused to think about his son’s best friend in that manner.
Scorpius finally put his arm down and sighed. “Look Harry,” -and why did his voice sound so much more sexual when saying his name than ever before?!- “I understand you’re confused as to why I purchased you. However, since I did, I’d say we should get going before people start to crowd us, don’t you think?”
He was right, of course. Several photographers, reporters and people had begun to move towards them, snapping pictures and questions on their faces.
“Fine,” Harry grunted. “There better be a good reason for this.”
“Oh I assure you, there is,” Scorpius grinned at him, taking his arm and Apparating them to the restaurant the auction had chosen for them.
*
It was a lovely place, really. And Harry was surprised when the waiter took them towards the back, where they had their own private room and a candlelit dinner. Hermione, the main events coordinator, never did things half way; that was for sure.
Harry nervously fidgeted with his collar as he looked around the fancy restaurant. He didn’t know he should feel, having a dinner date with his son’s best friend, but he knew he should most definitely not feel turned on.
“You seem nervous,” Scorpius said, raising an eyebrow.
“Do I?” Harry asked, his tone sounding nervous even to himself. Chill the fuck out, Potter, he scolded himself. He’s just a twenty year old man. You can handle this.
“Listen.” Scorpius reached across the table and pulled Harry’s hand closer, almost like they were holding hands. “I know it’s a little odd having dinner with your son’s best friend, but I... well, I’ve always known you as ‘Al’s hot dad’, and I’d really like to get to know you as equals. Especially now that we both work in the same field, and we’re often going to bump into each other at work.”
Harry listened carefully and watched as Scorpius traced his lithe fingers against the curves in Harry’s palm. “So, what you’re saying is... wait, what are you saying?”
Scorpius laughed. “I’m just saying, can we try to have a nice dinner and talk about, you know, how our lives are?”
“Well, my life isn’t quite as exciting as I’m sure a twenty year old’s must be.” Harry quirked a smile, hoping that stating the man’s age would have some effect on the flirting.
“I disagree,” Scorpius said. He let go of Harry’s hand as the waiter came by to take their orders. They each ordered a dish and when the waiter left, Scorpius was watching Harry closely.
“In fact,” he continued. “I think your life is very interesting. Not just what happened when you were younger, but even now... I remember thinking that perhaps it was true. In my wildest fantasies, I always imagined you leaving your wife for a man... and then, it turned out that it was true.”
Harry shook his head, but smiled slightly. “I didn’t leave my wife for a man. Or at least, not for one singular man. We decided on the divorce after we both realized that our lives were just heading in different directions... My preference for men came after the fact.”
“Huh. See, interesting,” Scorpius grinned, watching as the waiter came back with their dishes. “So, how exactly did you come about deciding? That you were gay?”
Harry shrugged and waited until the waiter left. “I don’t really know. I knew that the attraction had always been there as I was growing up, and then I rushed into marrying Ginny-- not that that was a mistake, mind you-- and then afterwards... I just remember sleeping with a man for the first time and realizing that I liked it a lot better.” Harry paused to take a sip of his drink. “And you? I quite remember Al and you having a heated discussion after you told him that you preferred men as well.”
“Well, there has never been a woman for me. I’m sure Al had his suspicions at some point, I mean, I never dated at Hogwarts, I never got involved in the late night dorm conversations. Surely he couldn't have been that blind. I think maybe he was in denial about it. In the end though, I was too afraid to come out at school. Really, the other Slytherins would have eaten me alive.”
Harry nodded and gestured for Scorpius to continue. He remembered his son when he was first starting out at Hogwarts... all the innocence in that eleven year old’s face had changed somehow, but he knew some of it was still there. Or at least, he hoped it was.
“Really though, what told me I was attracted to men was you.”
Harry stared at the man sitting in front of him and he felt as if his heart would simply fall right out of his chest. “Er... what? You... huh?”
“When I would come over in the summers to see Al, I would watch you. I loved seeing you working in the garden, with your shirt off, all hot and sweaty in the sun.” Scorpius looked at Harry with lust in his eyes, “I knew then I wanted you, and that has never changed.”
It was so odd, hearing Scorpius talk this way and feeling that he was a man now, someone-- as he said-- equal to Harry. Almost as if this really was possible; the charm in his voice and the seductive way he watched Harry made him feel young and new again.
“You... Scorpius,” Harry felt himself stutter as he had when he was younger. “You shouldn’t want me. I shouldn’t... it’s wrong.”
"We're both adults, both intelligent men, with desires and needs. What's wrong with that?" Scorpius asked, one elegantly shaped eyebrow raised.
"It’s not about our desires. Yes, we're both adults who may or may not be attracted to one another, but it's more than that...” Harry let out an irritated huff before continuing. “There are our ages to think about, our families-people wouldn't like it."
Scorpius, however, instead of being deterred, simply smiled in a dangerously predatory fashion. "It’s cute that you think I care about social restrictions, Harry."
Appalled at being patronized so clearly, Harry frowned and continued to stare at the young man before trying to think of his next argument. He had another one, right? Surely. The smile on that face was oddly distracting.
"It’s not about us,” he tried to reiterate. “What about Al? And your father? What would they say?"
"First off, I'm not asking for a public relationship as of this moment. Second, Albus is my best friend and he’s always cheered for my happiness as I have done for him. He’s always known I’ve had a thing for his father.” Scorpius did that smile again. The one that sent a weird fluttering feeling through Harry’s chest. “And my father can simply deal with it. I’m sure the damage won’t be too severe.”
Harry narrowed his eyes at the young man, feeling slightly helpless against his arguments. “You’ve always had a thing for me? Just how long have you been planning this entire debacle?”
Scorpius lifted one shoulder in an elegant shrug and raised an eyebrow. “Do you really care to know?” He sighed when Harry simply nodded in response. “A few weeks ago, I happened to overhear around the Ministry that you were going to be auctioned-off in that charity dinner. I thought, why not, and came over to the auction, expecting millions of screaming fan girls, ready to sell off their entire life’s work in order to buy a date with the Great Harry Potter.”
Harry blushed. He had been expecting it as well-it had taken careful planning and most likely devious action from Hermione to ward off anyone who seemed to be a ‘fan girl’ as Scorpius had put it. The event itself was tight-lipped, so Harry was slightly surprised that Scorpius had heard of it. He was, however, a Malfoy, so perhaps it wasn’t that surprising.
“In fact,” he went on, trailing a hand through his soft-looking blond hair. “I was quite surprised when I won the auction. I suppose no one brought their A-game quite like I did.”
He smirked and sat back, swirling his wine glass and taking a sip from it. Harry watched as his throat worked as he swallowed, and Harry had to shake his head to clear away the images it displayed in his mind.
“That was a lot of money, Scorpius. A trainee Auror does not make that much.” Harry shook his head and looked down at his food-he was hardly hungry now.
“Harry, come now-you know I’m a Malfoy. Did you think I’d let money get in the way of what I want?”
Harry looked up then. The sheer lust was clear on Scorpius’ face, curling around his slight smile and pointed nose, and every nerve in Harry’s body reacted with the same want. The same lust in the clear grey eyes.
“Why…?” Harry sighed, shaking his head again. “Why do you want me? That doesn’t make any sense. You’re-you, and I’m me. You’re young, gorgeous and rich. Anyone would die to have you as a lover. I’m an old war hero with nothing but my children to keep me company.”
Scorpius’ smile stretched into something that Harry could only call kindness from the look in his eyes. He sat up and leaned against the table, staring at Harry.
“How could I not want you, Harry? You are hardly as old as you seem to think yourself. Besides…I like that about you. I like that you’re wise and strong. That you’ve seen things that I could never imagine.” He stood up suddenly, walking over and behind Harry. Swallowing, Harry felt two arms encircle his neck and he felt cool lips at his ear. “I like that you have a little crinkle in your forehead from where you’ve worried so much. And I love the lines around your mouth that show me how much you’ve laughed in your life. The strands of grey in your hair make me want to kiss you and the curve of your shoulders and back make me want you, all night and day long.”
Harry shuddered profusely at Scorpius’ words, wanting it more than anything he could remember in his life. “Scorpius,” he gasped. “We…we can’t.”
“Can’t?” Scorpius licked a small line up Harry’s neck. “But you want to, right? Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll leave you alone forever. Say the word and I’m gone.”
Closing his eyes, he couldn’t imagine Scorpius simply walking away after this. He knew those grey eyes and young body would haunt him forever, weaving in and out of his dreams and fantasies.
“I want to,” Harry found himself saying. “But--”
“Perfect.” He could practically hear the grin in his husky voice as he kissed Harry’s temple. “Tell me when you’re done eating. We’ll take this back to my flat.”
“No,” Harry swallowed. “My flat.”
Scorpius released his arms from Harry’s shoulders and walked back to his side of the table. “May I ask why?”
“I feel like we should do this somewhere a bit more, er, private,” Harry said shakily, still wondering how he could possibly comply with this. Something was so wrong with him.
“Ah.” Scorpius smiled. “You think Albus will come in, don’t you? He may live next door to me, but he doesn’t come into my actual flat whenever he wants. You know that, right?”
Harry shrugged, taking another sip of his wine and then letting out a sigh. He stood up, causing Scorpius to stand up as well.
“I still feel like this is…not right.”
Scorpius smiled and took his hand, weaving their fingers together. “Are you telling me this doesn’t feel right to you?”
Harry looked down at their entwined fingers and felt that flutter in his chest again. “Damn you, Scorpius Malfoy.”
The man let out a laugh that sounded a bit excited to Harry’s ears and leaned in to kiss Harry smoothly on the cheek. “That’s what I thought.”
Author: bleedforyou1
Pairing(s): Harry/Scorpius
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Language. Age Disparity (46/20).
Word Count: 3,008
Summary: Harry didn’t think that participating in the charity bachelor auction could possibly result in this outcome.
Notes: Thank you so much to W & S for the beta work!
What the fuck was I thinking? Harry thought as he walked onto the brightly-lit stage and stood next to the other men in line. Several cat-calls, cheers and yells broke out in the audience and Harry gritted his teeth.
“Good turnout, eh?” Oliver Wood said next to him.
Harry sighed and looked down the rest of the line of Quidditch players, duellists and other famous men stood, all in their dashing dress robes and grinning at the crowd. The charity bachelor auction was stock full of gay, straight and curious men, on display for the general audience.
“This is ridiculous. Why would people want to bid on an old man like me?” Harry said, somewhat speaking to himself.
“Oi! Don’t forget, Potter, I’m older than you,” Oliver laughed next to him and clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, mate, it’s all in good fun. For a good cause, as well.”
Harry did smile a bit at that one, considering Lily’s Orphanage was his own idea. The Charity Bachelor Auction, however, was not. One of Hermione’s less genius ideas, he’d say.
“And our last eligible bachelor for the evening is non-other than, Harry James Potter!” Harry cringed slightly when the announcer yelled his name. “The Saviour of the Wizarding World, the Head Auror and original creator for Lily’s Orphanage. Well, this is gonna be a crazy one, folks so hold onto your hats! How much would you pay for a lovely dinner date with the Great Harry Potter, himself?! Let’s start it at 500 galleons!”
“800!”
“1,000!”
“4,000!”
The sums of money after that all flew past Harry in rapid succession, coming up to ludicrous amounts. Did people really think a dinner date with him was that valuable?! He couldn’t even think of a reason to pay that much for dinner with anyone. The only person he’d ever dated was Ginny, who’d he’d gotten a divorce with only a year ago. After that, it had been one-offs with several men in the bars downtown, but never anyone who he’d want that much to pay for. Once the press had caught wind of his being gay, the desire to want anyone close to him had diminished even more.
“I’ll give 1,500,000 galleons!”
Harry looked up in surprise as the distinct male voice around the back of the room, and so did everyone else. No one had yet made a counter offer, and the announcer began to count.
“A million and a half going once. Twice. Three and sold, to the gentlemen in the back!”
The spotlight shined off towards the back and Harry nearly swallowed his tongue. What-why in the world had Draco fucking Malfoy bought him at a bachelor auction?! The git was married and he never even spoke to-
Oh. Harry watched as the man walked closer to the stage, and with a start, he realized that it wasn’t Draco Malfoy at all. It was, in fact, his son: the gorgeous new Auror, best-friend-of-Harry’s-youngest-son, Scorpius Malfoy.
And wasn’t that even more jarring?
Harry waited until the rest of the speaking was over and the Bachelors all walked off stage, towards their waiting dates. Harry gulped as he walked towards the smirking man who was holding his arm out.
“What are you doing, Scorpius?” Harry blurted out the moment he was close enough.
“I’m waiting for my date, of course,” he said in that charming, smooth voice he had. The same voice that Harry had heard on summer breaks when he would come over to play Quidditch with Albus. When did it sound so…
No. Don’t think like that, Harry thought immediately. He absolutely refused to think about his son’s best friend in that manner.
Scorpius finally put his arm down and sighed. “Look Harry,” -and why did his voice sound so much more sexual when saying his name than ever before?!- “I understand you’re confused as to why I purchased you. However, since I did, I’d say we should get going before people start to crowd us, don’t you think?”
He was right, of course. Several photographers, reporters and people had begun to move towards them, snapping pictures and questions on their faces.
“Fine,” Harry grunted. “There better be a good reason for this.”
“Oh I assure you, there is,” Scorpius grinned at him, taking his arm and Apparating them to the restaurant the auction had chosen for them.
*
It was a lovely place, really. And Harry was surprised when the waiter took them towards the back, where they had their own private room and a candlelit dinner. Hermione, the main events coordinator, never did things half way; that was for sure.
Harry nervously fidgeted with his collar as he looked around the fancy restaurant. He didn’t know he should feel, having a dinner date with his son’s best friend, but he knew he should most definitely not feel turned on.
“You seem nervous,” Scorpius said, raising an eyebrow.
“Do I?” Harry asked, his tone sounding nervous even to himself. Chill the fuck out, Potter, he scolded himself. He’s just a twenty year old man. You can handle this.
“Listen.” Scorpius reached across the table and pulled Harry’s hand closer, almost like they were holding hands. “I know it’s a little odd having dinner with your son’s best friend, but I... well, I’ve always known you as ‘Al’s hot dad’, and I’d really like to get to know you as equals. Especially now that we both work in the same field, and we’re often going to bump into each other at work.”
Harry listened carefully and watched as Scorpius traced his lithe fingers against the curves in Harry’s palm. “So, what you’re saying is... wait, what are you saying?”
Scorpius laughed. “I’m just saying, can we try to have a nice dinner and talk about, you know, how our lives are?”
“Well, my life isn’t quite as exciting as I’m sure a twenty year old’s must be.” Harry quirked a smile, hoping that stating the man’s age would have some effect on the flirting.
“I disagree,” Scorpius said. He let go of Harry’s hand as the waiter came by to take their orders. They each ordered a dish and when the waiter left, Scorpius was watching Harry closely.
“In fact,” he continued. “I think your life is very interesting. Not just what happened when you were younger, but even now... I remember thinking that perhaps it was true. In my wildest fantasies, I always imagined you leaving your wife for a man... and then, it turned out that it was true.”
Harry shook his head, but smiled slightly. “I didn’t leave my wife for a man. Or at least, not for one singular man. We decided on the divorce after we both realized that our lives were just heading in different directions... My preference for men came after the fact.”
“Huh. See, interesting,” Scorpius grinned, watching as the waiter came back with their dishes. “So, how exactly did you come about deciding? That you were gay?”
Harry shrugged and waited until the waiter left. “I don’t really know. I knew that the attraction had always been there as I was growing up, and then I rushed into marrying Ginny-- not that that was a mistake, mind you-- and then afterwards... I just remember sleeping with a man for the first time and realizing that I liked it a lot better.” Harry paused to take a sip of his drink. “And you? I quite remember Al and you having a heated discussion after you told him that you preferred men as well.”
“Well, there has never been a woman for me. I’m sure Al had his suspicions at some point, I mean, I never dated at Hogwarts, I never got involved in the late night dorm conversations. Surely he couldn't have been that blind. I think maybe he was in denial about it. In the end though, I was too afraid to come out at school. Really, the other Slytherins would have eaten me alive.”
Harry nodded and gestured for Scorpius to continue. He remembered his son when he was first starting out at Hogwarts... all the innocence in that eleven year old’s face had changed somehow, but he knew some of it was still there. Or at least, he hoped it was.
“Really though, what told me I was attracted to men was you.”
Harry stared at the man sitting in front of him and he felt as if his heart would simply fall right out of his chest. “Er... what? You... huh?”
“When I would come over in the summers to see Al, I would watch you. I loved seeing you working in the garden, with your shirt off, all hot and sweaty in the sun.” Scorpius looked at Harry with lust in his eyes, “I knew then I wanted you, and that has never changed.”
It was so odd, hearing Scorpius talk this way and feeling that he was a man now, someone-- as he said-- equal to Harry. Almost as if this really was possible; the charm in his voice and the seductive way he watched Harry made him feel young and new again.
“You... Scorpius,” Harry felt himself stutter as he had when he was younger. “You shouldn’t want me. I shouldn’t... it’s wrong.”
"We're both adults, both intelligent men, with desires and needs. What's wrong with that?" Scorpius asked, one elegantly shaped eyebrow raised.
"It’s not about our desires. Yes, we're both adults who may or may not be attracted to one another, but it's more than that...” Harry let out an irritated huff before continuing. “There are our ages to think about, our families-people wouldn't like it."
Scorpius, however, instead of being deterred, simply smiled in a dangerously predatory fashion. "It’s cute that you think I care about social restrictions, Harry."
Appalled at being patronized so clearly, Harry frowned and continued to stare at the young man before trying to think of his next argument. He had another one, right? Surely. The smile on that face was oddly distracting.
"It’s not about us,” he tried to reiterate. “What about Al? And your father? What would they say?"
"First off, I'm not asking for a public relationship as of this moment. Second, Albus is my best friend and he’s always cheered for my happiness as I have done for him. He’s always known I’ve had a thing for his father.” Scorpius did that smile again. The one that sent a weird fluttering feeling through Harry’s chest. “And my father can simply deal with it. I’m sure the damage won’t be too severe.”
Harry narrowed his eyes at the young man, feeling slightly helpless against his arguments. “You’ve always had a thing for me? Just how long have you been planning this entire debacle?”
Scorpius lifted one shoulder in an elegant shrug and raised an eyebrow. “Do you really care to know?” He sighed when Harry simply nodded in response. “A few weeks ago, I happened to overhear around the Ministry that you were going to be auctioned-off in that charity dinner. I thought, why not, and came over to the auction, expecting millions of screaming fan girls, ready to sell off their entire life’s work in order to buy a date with the Great Harry Potter.”
Harry blushed. He had been expecting it as well-it had taken careful planning and most likely devious action from Hermione to ward off anyone who seemed to be a ‘fan girl’ as Scorpius had put it. The event itself was tight-lipped, so Harry was slightly surprised that Scorpius had heard of it. He was, however, a Malfoy, so perhaps it wasn’t that surprising.
“In fact,” he went on, trailing a hand through his soft-looking blond hair. “I was quite surprised when I won the auction. I suppose no one brought their A-game quite like I did.”
He smirked and sat back, swirling his wine glass and taking a sip from it. Harry watched as his throat worked as he swallowed, and Harry had to shake his head to clear away the images it displayed in his mind.
“That was a lot of money, Scorpius. A trainee Auror does not make that much.” Harry shook his head and looked down at his food-he was hardly hungry now.
“Harry, come now-you know I’m a Malfoy. Did you think I’d let money get in the way of what I want?”
Harry looked up then. The sheer lust was clear on Scorpius’ face, curling around his slight smile and pointed nose, and every nerve in Harry’s body reacted with the same want. The same lust in the clear grey eyes.
“Why…?” Harry sighed, shaking his head again. “Why do you want me? That doesn’t make any sense. You’re-you, and I’m me. You’re young, gorgeous and rich. Anyone would die to have you as a lover. I’m an old war hero with nothing but my children to keep me company.”
Scorpius’ smile stretched into something that Harry could only call kindness from the look in his eyes. He sat up and leaned against the table, staring at Harry.
“How could I not want you, Harry? You are hardly as old as you seem to think yourself. Besides…I like that about you. I like that you’re wise and strong. That you’ve seen things that I could never imagine.” He stood up suddenly, walking over and behind Harry. Swallowing, Harry felt two arms encircle his neck and he felt cool lips at his ear. “I like that you have a little crinkle in your forehead from where you’ve worried so much. And I love the lines around your mouth that show me how much you’ve laughed in your life. The strands of grey in your hair make me want to kiss you and the curve of your shoulders and back make me want you, all night and day long.”
Harry shuddered profusely at Scorpius’ words, wanting it more than anything he could remember in his life. “Scorpius,” he gasped. “We…we can’t.”
“Can’t?” Scorpius licked a small line up Harry’s neck. “But you want to, right? Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll leave you alone forever. Say the word and I’m gone.”
Closing his eyes, he couldn’t imagine Scorpius simply walking away after this. He knew those grey eyes and young body would haunt him forever, weaving in and out of his dreams and fantasies.
“I want to,” Harry found himself saying. “But--”
“Perfect.” He could practically hear the grin in his husky voice as he kissed Harry’s temple. “Tell me when you’re done eating. We’ll take this back to my flat.”
“No,” Harry swallowed. “My flat.”
Scorpius released his arms from Harry’s shoulders and walked back to his side of the table. “May I ask why?”
“I feel like we should do this somewhere a bit more, er, private,” Harry said shakily, still wondering how he could possibly comply with this. Something was so wrong with him.
“Ah.” Scorpius smiled. “You think Albus will come in, don’t you? He may live next door to me, but he doesn’t come into my actual flat whenever he wants. You know that, right?”
Harry shrugged, taking another sip of his wine and then letting out a sigh. He stood up, causing Scorpius to stand up as well.
“I still feel like this is…not right.”
Scorpius smiled and took his hand, weaving their fingers together. “Are you telling me this doesn’t feel right to you?”
Harry looked down at their entwined fingers and felt that flutter in his chest again. “Damn you, Scorpius Malfoy.”
The man let out a laugh that sounded a bit excited to Harry’s ears and leaned in to kiss Harry smoothly on the cheek. “That’s what I thought.”