Discretion, Part Thirteen
Title: Discretion, PART XIII
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 365
Pairing: Harry/Draco (Draco/James Sirius + Harry/Scorpius)
Rating: NC-17 (entire series)
Warnings: Age difference. Mention of underage sex. Professor/Student. Pining.
Created for: hogwarts365 Prompt 157.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Continuation of the DISCRETION series.
( PART ONE / PART TWO / Part THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE, PART SIX, PART SEVEN, PART EIGHT, PART NINE, PART TEN, PART ELEVEN, PART TWELVE
Thank you _melodic_ for looking this over for me.
Whole story: (AO3 LINK)
By the time Draco returned to his rooms, he found James sitting outside the door for him. He was holding, what Draco thought, was one of the copies of the maps. This way he could have found Draco anywhere, but still he waited outside his room. Draco wondered how long he'd been there.
"You were with my dad for a long time," James said, not looking up from the parchment he was holding.
"I-Listen, James, now's not the time to-"
"He's fooling around with Scorpius, you know," James said, sounding angry, but not with his father. He was angry with Draco.
"I know. That's going to stop now," Draco said.
"Why?" James asked sounding annoyed. "It doesn't have to stop. They're doing what we're doing. Why are you so against stopping them if they're having a good time?"
"Why?" Draco said with a dry laugh. "A good time? Because my son's fifteen years old. And Potter's-I am-"
"Fucking me," James said softly. "Aren't you?" He looked up from where he was sitting, his eyes wide and hopeful, and it nearly broke Draco's heart.
Draco bit the inside of his cheek and tried to keep his composure. Even if James's voice was low and he was sure that the corridor was empty, this wasn't a conversation to be had in a public place. He needed time to think of what he was going to say, of how he was going to let James down. He needed space from every Potter possible.
"Let's talk tomorrow," Draco said, trying to brush past James who stood up quickly and grabbed Draco by the elbow. Draco stopped to look at James, his eyes filled with questions Draco wasn’t ready to answer.
James was far too close for comfort and Draco couldn't believe how quickly things had changed. Before, if James were like this--an hour ago when James was like this, Draco would have kissed him. Pulled him close, dragged him inside, and fucked him against the wall.
Now, he still had Potter’s come inside him. He only felt afraid, regretful, disgusted with himself.
"You smell like sex," James said, his voice barely audible. "You smell like him." next part (14) here
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 365
Pairing: Harry/Draco (Draco/James Sirius + Harry/Scorpius)
Rating: NC-17 (entire series)
Warnings: Age difference. Mention of underage sex. Professor/Student. Pining.
Created for: hogwarts365 Prompt 157.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Continuation of the DISCRETION series.
( PART ONE / PART TWO / Part THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE, PART SIX, PART SEVEN, PART EIGHT, PART NINE, PART TEN, PART ELEVEN, PART TWELVE
Thank you _melodic_ for looking this over for me.
Whole story: (AO3 LINK)
By the time Draco returned to his rooms, he found James sitting outside the door for him. He was holding, what Draco thought, was one of the copies of the maps. This way he could have found Draco anywhere, but still he waited outside his room. Draco wondered how long he'd been there.
"You were with my dad for a long time," James said, not looking up from the parchment he was holding.
"I-Listen, James, now's not the time to-"
"He's fooling around with Scorpius, you know," James said, sounding angry, but not with his father. He was angry with Draco.
"I know. That's going to stop now," Draco said.
"Why?" James asked sounding annoyed. "It doesn't have to stop. They're doing what we're doing. Why are you so against stopping them if they're having a good time?"
"Why?" Draco said with a dry laugh. "A good time? Because my son's fifteen years old. And Potter's-I am-"
"Fucking me," James said softly. "Aren't you?" He looked up from where he was sitting, his eyes wide and hopeful, and it nearly broke Draco's heart.
Draco bit the inside of his cheek and tried to keep his composure. Even if James's voice was low and he was sure that the corridor was empty, this wasn't a conversation to be had in a public place. He needed time to think of what he was going to say, of how he was going to let James down. He needed space from every Potter possible.
"Let's talk tomorrow," Draco said, trying to brush past James who stood up quickly and grabbed Draco by the elbow. Draco stopped to look at James, his eyes filled with questions Draco wasn’t ready to answer.
James was far too close for comfort and Draco couldn't believe how quickly things had changed. Before, if James were like this--an hour ago when James was like this, Draco would have kissed him. Pulled him close, dragged him inside, and fucked him against the wall.
Now, he still had Potter’s come inside him. He only felt afraid, regretful, disgusted with himself.
"You smell like sex," James said, his voice barely audible. "You smell like him." next part (14) here