FIC: A Gay Wizard’s Guide to Wooing an Older Man
Title: A Gay Wizard’s Guide to Wooing an Older Man.
Author: freakingcrups
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Harry/Scorpius (small hints of Harry/Ginny & Teddy/James)
Prompt(s): 51: Anonymous gifts arrive each day leading up to Christmas, leaving Harry wondering who is behind them, especially when each one is kinkier than the one before.
Warnings: Crossdressing (women’s underwear), handcuffs, a book about gay wizards discovering how to use their wands, and graphic sex.
Summary: Harry is shocked to discover that his son’s best friend has a thing for him. When he starts receiving kinky gifts, he’s not sure how much longer he’d be able to resist the temptation.
Word Count: 8,640 words
Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to JK Rowling. I am not making a profit while writing this story, it’s written only for fun.
A/N: Thank you to my beta, SMS!. Thank you to SG and N for looking at some of the scenes when I needed to know if they were funny or not. Your support is loved and relished. The prompt says they are anonymous gifts, but I seemed to have forgotten this when writing it. I do apologize! Written for mini-fest
A Gay Wizard’s Guide to Wooing an Older Man.
Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He glanced at his watch and bit his lip in surprise. It was 9pm already and he hadn’t even finished half of his work. Staying behind at work had been a habit lately, and while he had minded at first, he didn’t anymore - these days, it was an escape. It had been the reason why Ginny had left him in the first place. She assumed Harry was having an affair and no matter how much proof he gave her that he was working, she didn’t believe him. He had a feeling it was her way of leaving their marriage because as soon as she was free of him, she shagged Justin Finch-Fletchley.
Either way, Harry had accepted the end of his relationship and both Ginny and Harry decided to stay friends, for the kids more than anything. Their broken friendship was rebuilt, however, and it was just like having another best friend instead of an ex-wife. He preferred the late nights after that, to escape the quiet house he lived in. The kids lived with Ginny and Harry really had no reason to go home. When they weren’t visiting, it was too empty for him.
Being that it was a week before Christmas, it made things harder. Ginny had invited him over, but Harry had refused. It felt like he was an intruder with his own family. He knew that he was still the kids’ father, but that didn’t help the feeling of loneliness. Justin was the man of that house, not Harry. It felt like a loss of his manhood.
The times his children did visit were awkward. They preferred to spend time with their friends instead of with Harry, so he gave up on them. They had been teenagers after all and he assumed that it was just a phase. Lily found herself a boyfriend and it reached a point where she never visited her father at all. Even James spent more time with Teddy than with Harry and their behaviour made Harry suspicious. They were much closer than Harry expected friends to be. And then there was Albus. His son had tried to start conversations and they started off fine, until he mentioned Justin and Ginny and home and it was back to being awkward. It wasn’t that Harry hated Justin, it was mostly jealousy. It felt like he had lost his family to the other man.
Eventually, even Albus gave up and very rarely visited. So, it was times like these, when it was close to Christmas, that Harry preferred to be in his office, concentrating on work. However, he could only work for so long before he had to spell the candles out and go home to that empty house. And that time was now.
***
“Mr Potter, Sir?”
He kept walking, his briefcase in one hand and a mug of tea in his other. He had just entered the Auror department when his secretary, Marilynn, called out his name. He knew that she would hurry behind him like she always did. It was a daily occurrence.
“Make it quick, Mary.” Harry didn’t slow his walking pace. If anything, he walked quicker. He was late.
“Sir, what are you doing here so early? You are not due in for another two hours. And you left late again last night.” She had decided a week into her job that she was going to take on a mothering role towards Harry. It was amusing, considering she was ten years younger than he was.
“I’m a busy man.” It was partially true. He was Head Auror, which made his job a lot more stressful than anyone else’s role in the department. If one of his Aurors made a mistake, it was on his head.
“Poppycock, Harry. Stop making excuses!” She grasped his upper arm and spun him around. She was a short witch, plump enough to remind him of Mrs Weasley. Instead of the flaming red hair though, it was brown, pulled back into a tight bun. She had kind eyes and even though she was glaring at him, there was no real anger behind it. “You are going to fly yourself to an early grave, boy.”
“I’m hardly a boy, Mary,” Harry laughed, “I am ten years older than you.”
“If that were the case, you’d act more mature.” She snatched the mug of tea from his hands and set it down on the desk next to them. The briefcase was next. “Harry, I want you to go into your office and sleep. No work! You look like you’re the walking dead.”
Harry opened his mouth to protest.
“Harry.”
Harry turned and smiled at Kingsley. The Minister in Magic looked posh in his new set of blue robes that he had told Harry about yesterday. Apparently his wife - the ever lovely Hestia - thought he had to look good as the new Minister, which meant expensive robes and shoes for an early Christmas present.
“Looking good, Kingsley,” Harry chuckled.
“Do I look like a good Minister?” Kingsley held out his hand and Harry shook it.
“The best we’ve had,” he answered with a small snort of laughter. He didn’t think there was anyone better for the job.
“Minister,” Mary intercepted, eyes darting from Harry to Kingsley. “Mr Potter was here until 9pm last night, I checked with security. And he’s back in, two hours too early.”
Harry rolled his eyes at his secretary’s antics. “I have a lot of work to do, Kingsley, I’m behind.”
“He’s ahead on his work!”
“Mary, don’t you have work to do?” Harry spun on his heel and glared at her. She was usually resilient about glares, but this time she just huffed and stormed away.
“Is that true Harry?” Kingsley crossed his large arms and raised an eyebrow at him.
“Kingsley, do you really believe I’d be here if that were the case?” Harry tried to look amused, but he was aware that Kingsley knew him well enough to know when he was lying.
Kingsley shook his head. “Harry, you need to sort out your life, son. I know Ginny left you, but if you don’t start building a relationship with your children, you’ll be a lonely old man like Robards.”
“My children and I have a good relationship, Kingsley, so your concern is unneeded.” He didn’t mean for it to come out as snappish as it had, but every time someone tried to give him advice about his family - in particular, Hermione and Ron - he ended up growing angry and resentful.
“Harry...”
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do, Minister.” Harry didn’t wait for a reply. He turned and grabbed his quickly cooling tea and suitcase and made his way to his office. By the time he reached it, he was irritated and tired. The fatigue of yesterday’s hard day of work was already catching up on him. He took a sip of the tea and grimaced at the coldness of it. He growled in annoyance.
“Mary!”
Mary stormed through the door, her arms crossed over her chest and her rounded face pinched. “Yes, Mr Potter?”
“Get me a new tea. This one is now cold.”
“I’m your secretary, Mr Potter, not your mother. Get it yourself. And until you have real work for me to do, I’ll be at my desk.” She left just as quickly as she entered.
Harry ground his teeth together to stop himself from saying anything he might have regretted. Mary meant well, even if she could be overbearing at times. He slammed his mug of tea on the table, small portions of the contents splashing out of the cup and onto his desk and files. Harry slammed his fist on the mahogany wood and fell into his chair. This day couldn’t get any worse. He closed his eyes and sighed, relaxing them for just a moment.
“Mr Potter?”
Harry groaned. Why did people insist on making his life hell? He opened his eyes blearily and frowned at the blond haired young man in front of him.
“Who are you?”
“Sorry, Sir,” The boy’s grey eyes darted towards to door. “Your secretary said that I could come in and wake you up.”
“Wake me up?” Harry glanced at the clock on his desk and his eyes widened. 2pm…he had fallen asleep. He rose quickly, his chair squeaking noisily as he did so, and stormed towards the door and out of it. He came face to face with his secretary, who looked at him with a warm smile.
“Feeling better Harry?”
“Did you dose my tea with a sleeping potion?” He snapped angrily.
“I told you before you looked like the walking dead! You needed sleep!” Mary didn’t look apologetic, but he didn’t expect her to. She was not one to deny when she did something.
“What the bloody hell happened to my appointments?” He glanced at the young man behind him. “And who the hell is this?”
“I sent them to Ron he seemed in the right mind to handle them. Nothing dramatic has happened since you fell asleep, Harry, I would have woken you up if that were the case.” She slammed some files against Harry’s chest, making him stumble backwards in surprise. “Those are for you to look over. They are closed cases. And that,” she pointed at the blond behind him, “is Scorpius Malfoy, your son’s best friend. I thought you should have known that, seeing as you have a good relationship with your children and all.”
Harry resisted the urge to sneer at her. “Of course Albus’ best friend.” Harry smiled at Scorpius.
“Actually, James’s best friend; I hang with Teddy and James,” Scorpius drawled. With the smirk that he was sporting, Harry was immediately reminded of Draco Malfoy, the boy’s father.
“Oh, of course,” With a final glare at a smug Mary, he turned his back on her and stormed into his office, Scorpius hot on his heels. “What can I do for you, Scorpius?”
“Actually, it’s about James and Albus.” Scorpius took the seat in front of Harry’s desk without invitation. Usually Harry wouldn’t mind, but this time, he felt uncomfortable about it. Maybe it was because that the young man’s feet rested on his desk, ankles crossed, and he looked like a model who had just stepped out of Witch Weekly.
“What about them?” Harry took his own seat and dragged his chair closer to his desk.
“They’re fighting.” Scorpius’ eyes travelled over the only visible part of Harry’s body - from his messy hair down to the middle of his chest. It made Harry shift uncomfortably in his chair. There was something about the look that gave off a predatory vibe.
“And what has this to do with me? May I suggest you go see their mother and step-father? They will sort it out quick smart.”
“Step-father?” Scorpius grunted. “They don’t need their step-father, Mr Potter, they need their father. They respect you, you know? They talk about you all the time, James especially. I can tell they miss you.”
Harry took a deep breath and shook off the shivers that shot down his spine at the sound of the deep, gruff voice. It was not one that he expected to come from a nineteen year old Malfoy. Not even his father had that sort of deep voice.
“If that were the case, Mr Malfoy, they would have contacted me,” Harry pointed out.
“It goes both ways,” Scorpius retorted in a hasty manner.
Harry was unsure what to say to that. It was true to some extent that he gave up on contacting his children. “You have no idea what the circumstances are, Mr Malfoy.”
“You’re right, Mr Potter, I don’t. All I know is that my best friend doesn’t have a father to go to for support. He believes he has a father that doesn’t care about him.” The smirk that Scorpius shot his way caused Harry to shift in his chair uncomfortably again. “But we both know that’s not the case, don’t we, Mr Potter?”
“Are you threatening me?” Harry snapped in anger.
“What?” Scorpius look shocked at his question. “Of course I’m not. I’m stating what I see and what I see is that you care for your children. You do, right?”
“Leave.” Harry stood from his chair and strode to the door, opening it wide and gesturing outside. “Goodbye, Mr Malfoy.”
“Mr Potter...”
“I’ve think you’ve said enough. Good bye.” Harry pursed his lips and tried to settle an annoyed glare at the younger man. He wasn’t sure if it worked because Scorpius chuckled and nodded. It either didn’t have enough force in it or Scorpius knew him better than Harry expected him to. Maybe the kids had told Scorpius all about him?
“So you will go see your children then?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Leave,” Harry said louder.
“Good. They are having a nice family dinner tonight. Maybe you could drop in? Say hello?” Scorpius shrugged his shoulders as he marched over to Harry and stopped in front of him.
“Mr Malfoy, if I have to say it one more time -”
“Great. They usually have dinner about 7pm if you don’t remember. Cheerio, Mr Potter.” With a final smug smile, Scorpius glided from the room.
Harry didn’t remember Malfoy ever being that stubborn. Maybe his son wasn’t a walking clone of him, after all.
***
Harry didn’t know why he was even there. It was cold, standing outside in the snow with a chilly wind hitting his body, but he didn’t want to knock either. He didn’t even know where to begin. When he had told Mary that he was leaving for the night, he had never seen her so happy about something. She had gone as far as clapping her hands and squealing like a little girl who had just seen Santa Claus.
Yet, here he was, standing in front of Ginny’s home and contemplating as to whether he should knock or not. He ended up raising his hand and rapping his fist against the wooden door in short, sharp knocks. It didn’t take long for Ginny to open it, her eyes full of laughter. At the sight of Harry though, she stopped short, her smile was quickly replaced by a gaping expression.
“Harry?”
“Hi Ginny,” Harry said, cold puffs of air dancing in front of his face as he spoke. His eyes darted down to her stomach, which was rounded and larger than the last time he remembered seeing her. She was pregnant.
“What are you doing here?” She frowned, looking behind him as if to expect it was a raid or something. “Did something happen?”
“I...no.” Harry shook his head. “Just forget it.”
As he took a step back, Ginny grasped his arm to stop him from leaving. “Harry, don’t go. It’s been almost two years since we’ve seen you. I’m just surprised. Please stay for dinner?”
Harry opened his mouth to deny her request, but found he couldn’t do it so he just nodded. He allowed her to lead him into the small, cozy house. She waddled further into the room and turned to smile at her ex-husband.
“I’m so glad you’re here. The kids miss you.”
Harry swallowed and nodded. “Congratulations,” he said as he gestured towards her expanded stomach.
Ginny chuckled and raised a hand to rest it on the large bulge. She nodded. “Justin’s first child. He’s very excited.”
Harry smiled softly. “I expect he is. I remember when we found out you were pregnant with James.”
“Greatest day of our life,” Ginny agreed, laughter bubbling from her mouth. “I remember you ran to Ron and practically threw the ultrasound in his face. And then he bought you drinks all night.”
Harry laughed at the memory. “He ended up more trashed than I did.”
Ginny slapped a hand over her face at the memory and shook her head. “It’s good to see you, Harry.”
“Yeah...sorry; the kids, how are they?” Harry pulled off his jacket and rested it on the hook beside his head where other jumpers hung.
“Fine,” She seemed hesitant. “Well, Albus and James are not too good.”
“What happened?” Harry frowned.
“I don’t know really; James and Teddy are dating,” she said this with pride.
“I kind of guessed that was coming.” He chuckled.
“Yes,” she nodded thoughtfully, before she continued. “Albus and James were fine, you know? They are good brothers. Then one day, Albus came home and James was following him and well...it turned into a fist brawl.”
“They hit each other?” Harry exclaimed.
“A lot of testosterone in one place, I guess.” She sighed and threw her hands up in the air. “Justin tried to get in between them and yelled at them to stop. They turned around and told him where to stick it; told him that he wasn’t their father.”
Harry looked at the ground and sighed. He didn’t realize it had come to the point of physical fights. Now he was ashamed to even be here. “Scorpius Malfoy came to my office today.”
Ginny snorted. “I expected as much. He’s a good friend to James, even a good friend to Albus. And he has a crush on you.”
“What?” Harry’s head snapped up, shock coursing through his body.
“You can’t tell me you didn’t notice?” Ginny laughed at Harry’s expression. “Whenever he’s here, all he wants to do is talk about you. He even asked me how you were in bed. Justin was there, of course, scared the willies out of him. I told him straight though, I told him you were an animal with a lot of stamina.”
Harry felt his face heat up. He groaned in embarrassment. “You didn’t!”
“Of course I did. When you have a young man after you, Harry, you don’t deny him the pleasure of your company.” She didn’t even look ashamed about what she was saying. Harry had to admit, Ginny had grown some balls. She was the proper sort of mother, the kind that didn’t get embarrassed talking about such sexual things. Harry flushed harder at the memories of Mrs Weasley sitting Ron and he down for the ‘talk.’ Ron and Harry refused to talk about it ever again.
“I’m not gay!” Harry protested, but it was weak.
“Harry, I was married to you for a long time. Sure, we got down to business, even made three kids, but you had no real passion for my lady bits.” Ginny laughed. “You looked at them as if they would bite you.”
Harry opened his mouth to protest more but decided against it. He just shook his head and laughed. It wasn’t that he was ‘afraid’ of them...not really.
“Anyway, dinner should be ready soon.” She winked at him and spun on her heel. “JUSTIN, JAMES, ALBUS, LILY AND LORCAN AND LYSANDER; DINNER IS READY.” She smiled at Harry and led the way to the kitchen.
“Lysander and Lorcan?” He didn’t know that Luna’s kids visited his family. Luna had seen him a few times, but not even she mentioned they were friends.
“Lily’s boyfriends,” Ginny sent him a wicked grin.
“Boyfriends?” Harry spluttered. He heard the thumping of feet on the stairs and stared at the entrance. First, Justin entered. As soon as he saw Harry, he grinned widely and held out his hand for Harry to take. They shook, Justin’s grip a little more excited than Harry expected, but he assumed it was the whole first time father bliss. It would soon wear off when the baby came and cried all night. Harry grinned at the thought of his first few nights with James.
“Yes, she is dating both the Scamander boys.” Ginny patted him on the arm.
James entered next. As soon as he set eyes on Harry, he stumbled.
“Dad?” He frowned at Harry.
“Hey kiddo,” He smiled. He didn’t expect to have his arms full of his son, but there James was, hugging his father as if for dear life. Harry thumped him on the back.
When James finally pulled out of the hug, he grinned. “I didn’t know you were coming.”
“Neither did I, Jamie.” Harry grinned widely.
Lily and Albus were next to come down the stairs and like James, they both hugged him tightly. Lily’s boyfriends avoided all eye contact with him, not that he blamed them. If he caught their eyes in a stare, he would have no problem glaring. Teddy followed Albus and he grinned when he saw him. They shook hands and not even Teddy could resist a half hug.
“Glad to see you made it.” Harry knew who that drawl belonged to.
He let go of Teddy and looked over his godson’s shoulder. “Mr Malfoy,” Harry agreed tightly.
“Please,” Scorpius walked closer, “Call me Scorpius, Harry.” The wicked grin set off butterflies in his stomach. It was weird, considering he had never had them before, not even with Ginny.
“And you can call me Mr Potter.” Harry glanced at Ginny, who was chuckling behind her hand. He glared at her. Giving Scorpius a side-look, he walked over to the table and sat down.
“No, I think I will stick to Harry. It rolls off my long tongue so much better, don’t you think?” Scorpius winked at Harry as he slid into the chair next to him.
James gaped at his best friend. “Scorpius, are you flirting with my father?”
“Yes,” Scorpius admitted unashamedly, “So what of it? He’s hot.”
Harry groaned. “I need a stiff drink.”
Justin laughed and nodded. “I’ll get you a firewhiskey, mate.” He thumped Harry on the back as he rose from his chair and walked towards the cupboard.
“That’s not the only stiff thing you need,” Scorpius leered.
“Scorpius!” James groaned and turned to hide his face in Teddy’s neck.
Harry flushed and cleared his throat. Ginny walked up behind Harry and massaged his shoulders, laughing. She leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Told you,” she chuckled as she stood straight again and waddled over to her own seat.
Justin set the bottle of firewhiskey down and a shot glass with it, before he retook his seat next to his wife.
“Before we eat, I’d like to say something.” Everyone’s eyes fell on Ginny. She smiled lovingly around the table before her gaze rested on Harry. “Harry, we’re so glad you’re back. You have no idea how much we’ve missed you. I know it was hard, but you should have come to us. We are your family, every single one of the people at this table love you. Some more than others,” she looked at Scorpius in amusement, “Don’t ever scare us like that again. We thought we lost you forever.”
Harry swallowed. It felt like he had a lump in his throat and he wasn’t sure if he could talk or not, so he just nodded. He managed to whisper, “I’m sorry.”
Ginny nodded with an understanding look on her face. “Okay, dig in everyone!”
They didn’t need telling twice. Hands entwined around each other to reach for bowls of food. There was laughter as they dished out the contents of the bowl before passing it to the next person. Harry smiled at Scorpius as he handed the bowl of mashed potato to him.
“Glad to be home?” Scorpius asked with a wink.
Harry didn’t have a retort, so he just nodded.
There were at least five conversations going at once during dinner time. Harry had talked to James about Quidditch and to Teddy about his grandmother, he even had a conversation with Scorpius over what his father was doing these days. Apparently Draco Malfoy had been tamed and he was no longer the snotty kid he used to be. He didn’t even detest Harry that much, although according to Scorpius, there were those habitual snide remarks that happened on occasion. Harry wondered what Malfoy would say if he knew that his son had a crush on him.
He didn’t stay long after dinner. The night had ended with a round of goodbyes and hugs. Even Scorpius jumped at the chance of hugging him goodnight - and it surprised Harry just how tightly he held on. The night had gone that well, that Harry had promised to come over on Christmas Eve for dinner as well.
***
The next morning, Harry entered his department with a large smile on his face. He received a few surprised looks, including one from Mary as she stood and waited for him to walk towards his off. If she chose to mother him like every other day, it wouldn’t damper his mood, not like it had the other days. He was just too happy to care.
“Hello, Mary,” Harry greeted with a large smile.
“Harry!” Mary smiled as she shuffled around to the front of her desk. “You’re happy!”
“Why shouldn’t I be?” He asked as he set his briefcase down on her desk.
“I assume you had a good night then. Did you catch up with your children?”
Harry frowned. James and Albus hadn’t talked all night, but he didn’t really get the chance to talk to either of them about their fight with each other. Ginny told him to leave it; she said that they would grow out of it and that they were being teenage brothers, so Harry hadn’t pushed the topic any further.
“I did,” he answered. “It was a good night.”
“I’m sure it was.” Mary handed him a folder and he took it, immediately opening the brown cardboard to look inside. Notes about cases were scattered over pieces of parchment. One in particular was written in scrawly handwriting that was near impossible to read. He was going to have to talk to Ron about that. Harry nodded his thanks to his assistant as he picked up his briefcase. “Oh and Harry, there is a present in your office for you.”
Harry frowned. “Present? From who?”
Mary winked. “In the card, it says that it’s from your secret admirer.”
He snorted, ignoring her giggles, and walked into his office. There, sitting in the middle of his desk, was a medium sized present. It was wrapped in Christmas paper - it had a red Santa on it, moving with laughter and holding his large stomach - and on the top there was a card. Harry strode over to it, reading the envelope. It read, ‘To Harry Potter Love, your secret admirer.’ He grimaced at the thought of the gossip that would be harvesting around the office. The women would be whispering like crazy about this.
He frowned, trying to think of who could be sending him a gift, but his mind only jumped to one person. However, Scorpius was most certainly not a secret admirer. Shaking his head to rid him of his thoughts, he ripped at the paper and opened the lid of the box. A piece of parchment sat on top of the present and Harry picked it up and read it.
Dear Harry,
Did you guess it was me? I hope you don’t have any other secret admirers, I really don’t like competition. I always win though, just so you are aware of that. I had a great time last night. Your family is amazing and so are you. Christmas is approaching pretty quickly, huh? I thought I should start sending you some presents. I hope that you enjoy these. I would love to use them on you very soon. They are Muggle, or so James told me. Apparently the Muggle law officers use them. Enjoy!
Love,
Scorpius.
Use them on him? Harry frowned down at the parchment and set it to the side. Whatever the present was it was wrapped in tissue paper and Harry pushed it aside. His eyes widened. Two pairs of Muggle handcuffs sat in the midst of the paper with another note. He flushed, unsure if he wanted to read the next note or not. He did.
Brilliant, yeah? I can’t wait to use them on you. They would better to use than a binding spell. Who knew Muggles were so kinky?
Harry cleared his throat and threw the piece of the paper on top of the present.
“Harry?”
Harry jumped at the voice and glanced up at Mary, who walked into the office.
“Everything okay?”
“Fine,” he answered quickly. He laughed nervously. “Everything is fine.”
“What did you get?” Mary padded further into the room, but stopped abruptly when Harry replaced the lid on the box.
“Nothing; silly really, don’t you have work to do?”
Mary frowned at him in frustration before she nodded and spun on her heel, storming out of the room once more.
Harry stared at the box for a moment before shrinking it. He opened one of his private cabinets and placed it inside, before spelling the doors locked. This was one present he was going to forget he ever received.
***
He did a pretty good job of putting the gift out of his mind until the next day, when a similar one arrive on his desk. Harry had been walking into his office like the day before, when Mary had stopped him and gleefully informed him of the second present. This time, he made sure to shut his office door and lock it before he opened the box.
Dear Harry,
I didn’t receive a response about yesterday’s present. I do hope you like it. James says Teddy always uses handcuffs on him -
Harry grimaced at this. He’d have to talk to James about that later.
and he says he enjoys it. But I bought you another present. This time, it’s for me to wear when we meet up. Can you imagine me in these while I rub against you?
Love,
Scorpius.
Harry didn’t know what they were, but the thought of Scorpius rubbing up against him sent blood rushing south. He could already imagine grabbing that perky little arse as he slammed their cocks together, rutting until they both came. He groaned and shook his head. This imagery was only making things worse. Scorpius was the same age as his youngest son!
He opened the tissue paper and flushed a bright red. A pair of silk, black knickers lay amongst the paper. It was frilly, red lace entwined on the silk, creating wavy pattern. The image of Scorpius is nothing but these knickers had his cock rock hard and pressing against his trouser’s zip, begging for release.
It took him at least an hour to fully calm down. For that, he received a firm scolding from Mary. She had accused him of ‘wanking’ much to his utter embarrassment. She had firmly reprimanded him and pointed out that if there were any stains, he’d be cleaning them, not her.
Harry had never been so hasty in escaping the office while claiming he had to see Kingsley about an urgent matter, when really, he had just spent the next hour after that in the bathroom, ‘wanking.’
***
For the third day in a row Harry found himself in his office looking at the wrapped present. It was always wrapped in the same paper and Harry made a mental note to inform Scorpius teasingly that it would have been nice if each present was wrapped differently; although, this one at least had a pretty bow on top.
Inside was the same parchment, inked by the same handwriting.
Dear Harry,
Another day, another present. I know you’ve never had gay sex before, so I thought this would help. You’ll need to know techniques and all that if we are going to shag. I can’t wait until I can feel your cock inside of me. I’ve been wanking every night with a new image each time. Learn well, my apprentice.
Love,
Scorpius.
This time, Harry tried to remain calm. He wasn’t going to flush or do anything stupid that would reward him with another reprimand from his secretary. Yesterday had been embarrassing enough for him. And yet, even though he tried hard not to, as soon as he saw the present, he flushed a bright red. Inside the tissue paper lay a book, titled ‘Gay Sex for Every Gay Wizard: Get Those Wands Ready, Boys.’
He swallowed nervously and hid the present in the cabinet with the other two.
***
Harry ran his hands down his face and took a deep breath. He was expecting yet another present today and he was nervous to see what it was. He was embarrassed to say that during his lunchtime yesterday, he had removed that book from the cabinet and read some of the chapters, including information that explained about the preparation of a bloke’s arsehole and the best positions. It had made him hard again and that time, he really did wank in his office.
“Harry!”
Harry smiled softly at his assistant and held out his hand. She passed him the daily folder and grinned.
“You have a visitor in your office.” She winked at him.
“Who?” Harry asked with a frown. If he had received another present and someone was in there...Harry’s eyes widened and he spun on his heel before Mary could answer. He stormed into the room and halted at the sight of the familiar back and blond hair.
Mary walked in after him and snorted. “Scorpius Malfoy,” she chuckled as she walked backwards, pulling the door behind her.
Scorpius turned in his chair and grinned wickedly.
“What are you doing here, Scorpius?” Harry questioned as he pulled out his hand and spelled the door locked.
Scorpius’ smile grin never faltered. If anything, it grew larger. “You act as if you are ashamed of us, Harry.”
Harry’s eyes widened. “There is no us, Scorpius! And I told you to call me Mr. Potter!”
Scorpius stood from his chair and swaggered over to Harry. He curled his hand around Harry’s tie and brought him closer. His sucked his lower lip between his teeth as he stared at Harry under lowered eyelashes. “I thought we had something, Harry.”
“Scorpius...” Harry growled in frustration. “This isn’t a game. I thought you came to me in the first place because you were worried about James and Albus!”
“Oh, I was!” Scorpius raised his grey eyes to meet Harry’s. “But didn’t I tell you that they fight like that all the time? Brotherly love and all that; not that I understand, since I don’t have a brother.”
“Then why did you...” Harry groaned. What a sly, little snake. If there was one thing Harry could say about Scorpius, it was that he had learned well from his father. “You did it all just so you could see me.” He shook his head in exasperation. “How can you have a teenage crush on a man you’ve never met?”
“You’re not a teenage crush!” Scorpius protested adamantly.
“You don’t know me, Scorpius!”
“I know you well enough.” The blond pulled Harry closer with his tie so their lips were inches apart. “I want you, Harry.”
“You can’t have me,” Harry said softly. Although, he knew his voice betrayed him.
“I already have you,” Scorpius replied with smirk. His lips crushed against Harry’s in a passionate lock. A tongue pushed into Harry’s mouth and rolled against Harry’s. It was a battle of dominance and Scorpius was winning. Harry hated the thought of losing to a younger man, so he grasped Scorpius’ jaw and pressed against him tightly. His tongue danced alongside Scorpius’ until the need for air became desperate and they broke apart, gasping.
“Sc-Scorpius, we can’t...”
“Yes, we can.” Scorpius spread his hands over Harry’s chest and pushed him backwards, guiding him until he reached his chair. Harry fell into it was a umph. The younger man smirked above him and nimble fingers undid the buttons of his shirt.
“Scorpius...” Harry swallowed as he watched Scorpius undress in front of him. “You’re the same age as Albus.”
“So?” Scorpius licked his lips. “Albus is dating an older woman.”
“What?” Harry’s eyes darted from his fingers to his face. Shock coursed through his body. “Who?”
Scorpius waggled his eyebrows. “Fuck me and I’ll tell you.”
“That’s blackmail,” Harry said with a grin. He had to give it to the blond he knew how to get his own way.
“That’s bargaining,” Scorpius replied with a chuckle. “Get used to it, Harry.”
He threw his shirt to the floor and glanced back at Harry, desire filled eyes flickering to Harry’s crotch. He licked his lips.
“I’m your fourth present.” Scorpius fingers worked the button and zip of his trousers, before he wiggled out of them.
Harry’s eyes widened. A very hard bulge was encased in black, silk knickers, the same knickers that he had sent Harry as a present. He frowned.
“Yes, I did go through your cabinet and yes, I did get dressed in your office.” Scorpius chuckled as he slid into Harry’s lap, his arse rubbing against the older man’s growing erection. “And I did get these too.” Before Harry could protest, Scorpius reached for the two pairs of handcuffs that Harry hadn’t seen from the desk. He looped one around Harry’s hand and the other to the chair’s arm. He did the same on the other side.
“Scorpius...” Harry warned.
“Trust me, Harry.” Scorpius winked as he pressed his arse into Harry’s growing bulge with a groan. “I just want to feel you first and I can’t do that with you touching me. Otherwise, I’d come like a teenager.”
Harry wanted to point out that he was a teenager, a nineteen year old young man, but he chose to keep his mouth closed. He tugged at the handcuffs and found that it was no use. Scorpius made sure that they were tight when he clipped them together.
“The door...”
“is safely shut and locked. Harry, you need to relax.” Scorpius grasped Harry’s shoulders and massaged them. It caused Harry to groan. His hips started to move, rubbing his knicker clad arse against Harry’s erection. His movements started off as teasing, light touches, but grew harder and more frantic. His cock ran along his lower stomach and with each roll of Scorpius’ hips, Harry thrust his hips up to meet them.
“Scorpius, we shouldn’t be doing this.” His protest was weak.
“You want this as much as I do, Harry. It’s Christmas, you deserve a really good present.” Scorpius pressed his lips against Harry’s and entangled his long fingers in his hair. He tugged at the messy black strands roughly.
His lips were like a drug and Harry didn’t want to break the kiss. His taste was intoxicating and need pulsed through his body. He wanted Scorpius and there was no possible way that he could deny his desires.
He thrust his hips up with force, causing Scorpius to bounce and nearly fall off his lap. Scorpius chuckled. “Woah there, Hippogriff, Calm down.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Mrs Finch-Fletchley told me you were an animal in the bed and if that’s any inclination, I want to get you naked right now.”
“Why are you still talking then?”
Scorpius cocked his head in amusement. He reached down to Harry’s crotch and smoothed a hand over his bulge. It dragged a hiss out of Harry. He did it again and this time, Harry growled in frustration.
“You better do something other than teasing, Scorpius.”
Scorpius chuckled and his nimble fingers undid the button to Harry’s trousers and slid the zip down slowly. His hand reached into his pants and pulled out Harry’s hard cock. It sprung up, curving towards his belly and begging for attention.
“Did you read any of that book, Harry?” Scorpius asked with a wicked glint in his eye.
“Some.” Harry swallowed, “you are the teenager here, Scorpius, not me. I know about sex, I have decades of knowledge on you.”
Scorpius snickered. “I guess that means you only read up to the second chapter. It’s okay I prepared myself before I came.” He tugged the knickers down, his cock bobbing free from its constraints. Harry licked his lips at the sight of the very long, thick cock. It was longer than Harry’s, but not by much, and while he wasn’t completely sure, it may have been thicker as well. Not that it really mattered because it wouldn’t be Scorpius’ cock that would be doing the shagging.
Scorpius smiled at him mischievously. He ground his cock into Harry’s abdomen, leaving a trail of pre-come along his white dress shirt. Harry glared in warning.
“These are my work clothes, Scorpius.”
“So I see,” he murmured quietly, “I like you in them, though. I want you to shag me like this, fully dressed, with only your cock hanging out.” He sat back on the edge of the desk in front of Harry’s chair and wiggled out of the knickers. It wasn’t elegantly done, not with Scorpius grumbling about their tightness and wiggling as he pushed them down his long legs. Harry laughed at his predicament. “Don’t laugh,” the younger man muttered, “they’re bloody tight. I think I bought a size too small. It’s not like I was going to try them on in the store, just told the assistant they were for my girlfriend.”
Harry shook his head. When Scorpius finally threw the knickers to the floor, he leaned back on the desk and spread his legs, giving Harry a full view of his tight, puckered hole. Harry sucked his bottom lip into his mouth to stop a groan from escaping. He wasn’t going to tell Scorpius how much he liked the view. If anything though, he wanted to touch him. He wanted to push a finger into that tight entrance and finger-fuck him first. The handcuffs jangled as he raised his wrists and the reminder of his constraints made Harry hiss.
“Let me go, Scorpius.”
“No.” Scorpius smirked. He reached down to run the pad of his finger over his hole and let out a dramatic moan. Harry knew that he was doing it to tease him. He pushed the digit into his hole and Harry watched in fascination how easily it slipped inside. Scorpius hadn’t been joking when he said he had prepared himself. “So tight, Harry. I’m so tight, craving for your cock.”
Scorpius’ erection bounced as he swivelled his hips.
“I’m all ready for you and everything.”
“Scorpius,” Harry groaned pitifully.
“Admit you want this.” Scorpius was breathing desire through his husky voice and dark grey eyes that ate up the sight of the desperation on Harry’s face. “Admit you want me for a Christmas present.”
“Scorpius...”
He added a second finger into his arsehole, moaning louder than before.
“Scorpius! You haven’t put a silencing charm on. Be quiet!” Harry said in a hushed tone.
“Admit it!”
“Fine! I want you. I want you to ride my cock; I need you to ride my cock.” Harry raised his hips impatiently to prove his point.
Scorpius chuckled and withdrew his fingers. He grasped his wand and cast a Protection spell and then a Lubricus spell on Harry’s cock. The sudden appearance of lube coating his erection made Harry shiver. It was cold.
Scorpius shuffled off the desk and rested his arse on Harry’s thighs. Their cocks rubbed against each other and they both groaned at the friction. Scorpius wrapped a hand around both of their erections - or he tried to, at least - and jerked them. Foreskin slid against each other, creating friction that Harry hadn’t dreamed of ever feeling. He threw his head back, closed his eyes and thrust his hips up again.
“Mmm, do you want to be inside of me, Harry?”
“Yes, Merlin yes!”
He didn’t need to see Scorpius to know he was smirking again.
Something lingered over the top of the head of his cock. He gripped the chair’s arms tightly, resisting the urge to thrust up into the waiting heat. He didn’t have to wait much longer though - tight heat encased the tip of his erection as Scorpius lowered himself onto Harry. Harry’s eyes snapped open and he stared at the younger man with desire.
Scorpius’ eyelashes fluttered and he bit his lip as he continued to lower himself onto the erection. He stopped when his arse rested on Harry’s thighs and Harry’s cock was fully seated in his hole. There was silence - Harry watching Scorpius carefully and Scorpius taking a moment to adjust to the size and width of Harry’s cock. His face was flushed, his pale cheeks painted with splash of pink as he concentrated on breathing.
“Never had a cock as big as mine?” Harry asked quietly, smirking at Scorpius.
The younger man exhaled loudly. “Never had a cock at all,” he answered easily.
The smirk slipped off Harry’s face. He stared at Scorpius in shock. “You’re a virgin?”
Scorpius laughed shakily. “Yeah; waiting for the right time.”
“Scorpius!” The handcuffs jingled as Harry tugged at them angrily. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me? I could have hurt you.”
“I’m not a twat, Harry, and I certainly didn’t want you treating me like one just because it’s my first time.” Scorpius raised himself a little and pushed back down. Harry could tell he was testing out the feel of the cock inside of him. The whole situation made him angry though. He certainly hadn’t planned on taking Scorpius’ virginity. It was one thing to have sex with a nineteen year old male in the first place, but to take his virginity as well? That was a whole new level of disgracefulness on Harry’s behalf.
“Scorpius, that’s enough! Get off me, this instant!”
Scorpius laughed. “I’m not a child, stop trying to reprimand me like one.” This time, he raised himself so only the tip of Harry’s cock was in his entrance and then slammed back down. Harry couldn’t help the groan on pleasure that left his throat. He was so tight. “See? You like it.”
“That’s not the point, Scorpius!”
The blond grunted, but didn’t retort. He set himself in a slow pace - up and down, up and down - on Harry’s cock. Due to the tightness of Scorpius’ arsehole, Harry couldn’t stop the thrust of his erection, meeting Scorpius’ hole every time he descended on him. With each meeting of their bodies, Scorpius’ pace quickened until their movements were fast, rough and inelegant. It was about desperation and need and these feelings controlled every groan, moan, thrust and shudder that wracked at their bodies. Harry struggled with the handcuffs, even though he knew that it was useless, but he just wanted to touch. He wanted to feel the sweaty skin underneath his fingers as he trailed them down Scorpius’ pale chest. He wanted to feel the quivers that shook Scorpius’ body as he hissed every time Harry’s balls hit the back of his arse. He just wanted to feel Scorpius.
Scorpius’ hand wrapped around his cock, tugging at it as he continued to ride Harry with ferocity; He had his head thrown back, his hair a sticky mess on his forehead and his pretty mouth open moaning Harry’s name over and over like a chant.
“Harry?”
Harry hissed at Scorpius when he heard the voice from outside his door. Scorpius halted immediately, eyes wide in a mixture of surprise and amusement.
“Harry?” The voice said again. It was Mary. The doorknob shook as she tried to open the door.
Harry choked out a reply, “Mary, I’m busy.”
“Are you...are you okay in there, Harry? I thought I heard someone groan in pain,” her worried voice was loud and Harry grimaced, hoping she wouldn’t alert anyone else.
Scorpius chuckled quietly. “Pain? I hardly call that my groans of pain.”
“Shhh!” Harry glared at the blond. “Mary, I...” He groaned when Scorpius rolled his hips teasingly. “Scorpius!” He hissed.
“Harry? Do you want me to get someone? Should I get the Minister?” The doorknob shook again.
“No!” Harry shouted loudly, his face flushing when he realized he answered too quickly. There was silence on the other side of the door. “Mary, I’m fine. I’m just...conversing with Mr. Malfoy on a very serious matter.”
Scorpius rolled his hips again, causing Harry’s cock to slide out and then in his hole again. “Very serious matter,” he muttered with a wink. Harry grunted.
“Oh. Are you sure?”
Harry felt guilty for lying to her. “I’m positive. I’m sorry.”
“Okay.” Harry heard footsteps and he sighed in relief. With a somewhat angry thrust of his hips, he glared at Scorpius. “Put a Silencing Charm on my office, right now.”
Scorpius shrugged his shoulders with a wicked grin and reached for his wand again. He muttered the Silencing Charm and threw it back on the desk. “Happy, Harry?” He didn’t wait for an answered before he was riding Harry again.
Harry knew he wasn’t going to last long, not with the clenching of Scorpius’ arse. With Ginny and other women he had been with, it had been nice and he did get off, but with Scorpius, it was different. It was animalistic and passionate; their connection was wild and desire-driven. He could understand now that while he never minded women, he preferred sex with men, or more specifically, with Scorpius. He couldn’t deny their attraction to each another even if he wanted to. There was too much there and now that he had a taste, he wasn’t sure if he was strong enough to walk away.
Scorpius grunted and panted and he stilled, his thighs quivering and the hand on his dick tugging rapidly. Harry knew he was going to come. And he did, panting Harry’s name while strings of white pearly semen splattered over his hand, stomach and Harry’s dress shirt. His hand milked his erection until he groaned and clenched harder around Harry’s cock.
He moved again - small, languid rolls of his hips. Harry didn’t last much longer, not with the way Scorpius’ hole enclosed around his cock tightly and with a loud groan and a thrust of his hips, he came inside of Scorpius.
Scorpius moaned when Harry reached his orgasm. He smiled and leaned forward to rest his sweaty forehead against Harry’s.
“That was better than I imagined office sex to be.”
Harry shook his head in exasperation. “You should have told me-”
“Oh shut up, Potter. You’re not my father.” Scorpius snorted as he raised himself, hissing when Harry slipped free from his hole, and sat back down on Harry’s thighs. He reached for his wand and flicked it, undoing the handcuffs.
Harry rubbed his reddened wrists as he watched Scorpius carefully. “You okay?”
“Oh stop.” Scorpius rolled his eyes. “Yes, my arse burns, but nothing some salve won’t help.” He waggled his eyebrows. “I want to do that again though.”
Harry laughed and shook his head. He forgot what it was like to be a teenager. “I’m an old man, Scorpius.”
“Yeah, but you’re my old man now, Mr. Potter.” Scorpius pressed his lips against Harry’s a rough kiss and Harry responded eagerly. Their tongues interlocked in a battle of dominance that Harry won, before they broke the kiss for air. “Do you like your last Christmas present?”
Harry bit his lip. “Do I get to take this Christmas present to the dinner with my family on Christmas Eve?”
Scorpius’ face lit up like a Christmas tree. His smile was so big that Harry was surprised it didn’t damage his face permanently. “That can be arranged.”
“Then I love it.” He caressed Scorpius’ soft cheek. “I could never ask Santa Claus for more.”
Scorpius frowned. “Who’s Santa Claus? Do I have to hex some other bloke’s arse for flirting with my old man?”
Harry laughed loudly.
Author: freakingcrups
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Harry/Scorpius (small hints of Harry/Ginny & Teddy/James)
Prompt(s): 51: Anonymous gifts arrive each day leading up to Christmas, leaving Harry wondering who is behind them, especially when each one is kinkier than the one before.
Warnings: Crossdressing (women’s underwear), handcuffs, a book about gay wizards discovering how to use their wands, and graphic sex.
Summary: Harry is shocked to discover that his son’s best friend has a thing for him. When he starts receiving kinky gifts, he’s not sure how much longer he’d be able to resist the temptation.
Word Count: 8,640 words
Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to JK Rowling. I am not making a profit while writing this story, it’s written only for fun.
A/N: Thank you to my beta, SMS!. Thank you to SG and N for looking at some of the scenes when I needed to know if they were funny or not. Your support is loved and relished. The prompt says they are anonymous gifts, but I seemed to have forgotten this when writing it. I do apologize! Written for mini-fest
A Gay Wizard’s Guide to Wooing an Older Man.
Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He glanced at his watch and bit his lip in surprise. It was 9pm already and he hadn’t even finished half of his work. Staying behind at work had been a habit lately, and while he had minded at first, he didn’t anymore - these days, it was an escape. It had been the reason why Ginny had left him in the first place. She assumed Harry was having an affair and no matter how much proof he gave her that he was working, she didn’t believe him. He had a feeling it was her way of leaving their marriage because as soon as she was free of him, she shagged Justin Finch-Fletchley.
Either way, Harry had accepted the end of his relationship and both Ginny and Harry decided to stay friends, for the kids more than anything. Their broken friendship was rebuilt, however, and it was just like having another best friend instead of an ex-wife. He preferred the late nights after that, to escape the quiet house he lived in. The kids lived with Ginny and Harry really had no reason to go home. When they weren’t visiting, it was too empty for him.
Being that it was a week before Christmas, it made things harder. Ginny had invited him over, but Harry had refused. It felt like he was an intruder with his own family. He knew that he was still the kids’ father, but that didn’t help the feeling of loneliness. Justin was the man of that house, not Harry. It felt like a loss of his manhood.
The times his children did visit were awkward. They preferred to spend time with their friends instead of with Harry, so he gave up on them. They had been teenagers after all and he assumed that it was just a phase. Lily found herself a boyfriend and it reached a point where she never visited her father at all. Even James spent more time with Teddy than with Harry and their behaviour made Harry suspicious. They were much closer than Harry expected friends to be. And then there was Albus. His son had tried to start conversations and they started off fine, until he mentioned Justin and Ginny and home and it was back to being awkward. It wasn’t that Harry hated Justin, it was mostly jealousy. It felt like he had lost his family to the other man.
Eventually, even Albus gave up and very rarely visited. So, it was times like these, when it was close to Christmas, that Harry preferred to be in his office, concentrating on work. However, he could only work for so long before he had to spell the candles out and go home to that empty house. And that time was now.
***
“Mr Potter, Sir?”
He kept walking, his briefcase in one hand and a mug of tea in his other. He had just entered the Auror department when his secretary, Marilynn, called out his name. He knew that she would hurry behind him like she always did. It was a daily occurrence.
“Make it quick, Mary.” Harry didn’t slow his walking pace. If anything, he walked quicker. He was late.
“Sir, what are you doing here so early? You are not due in for another two hours. And you left late again last night.” She had decided a week into her job that she was going to take on a mothering role towards Harry. It was amusing, considering she was ten years younger than he was.
“I’m a busy man.” It was partially true. He was Head Auror, which made his job a lot more stressful than anyone else’s role in the department. If one of his Aurors made a mistake, it was on his head.
“Poppycock, Harry. Stop making excuses!” She grasped his upper arm and spun him around. She was a short witch, plump enough to remind him of Mrs Weasley. Instead of the flaming red hair though, it was brown, pulled back into a tight bun. She had kind eyes and even though she was glaring at him, there was no real anger behind it. “You are going to fly yourself to an early grave, boy.”
“I’m hardly a boy, Mary,” Harry laughed, “I am ten years older than you.”
“If that were the case, you’d act more mature.” She snatched the mug of tea from his hands and set it down on the desk next to them. The briefcase was next. “Harry, I want you to go into your office and sleep. No work! You look like you’re the walking dead.”
Harry opened his mouth to protest.
“Harry.”
Harry turned and smiled at Kingsley. The Minister in Magic looked posh in his new set of blue robes that he had told Harry about yesterday. Apparently his wife - the ever lovely Hestia - thought he had to look good as the new Minister, which meant expensive robes and shoes for an early Christmas present.
“Looking good, Kingsley,” Harry chuckled.
“Do I look like a good Minister?” Kingsley held out his hand and Harry shook it.
“The best we’ve had,” he answered with a small snort of laughter. He didn’t think there was anyone better for the job.
“Minister,” Mary intercepted, eyes darting from Harry to Kingsley. “Mr Potter was here until 9pm last night, I checked with security. And he’s back in, two hours too early.”
Harry rolled his eyes at his secretary’s antics. “I have a lot of work to do, Kingsley, I’m behind.”
“He’s ahead on his work!”
“Mary, don’t you have work to do?” Harry spun on his heel and glared at her. She was usually resilient about glares, but this time she just huffed and stormed away.
“Is that true Harry?” Kingsley crossed his large arms and raised an eyebrow at him.
“Kingsley, do you really believe I’d be here if that were the case?” Harry tried to look amused, but he was aware that Kingsley knew him well enough to know when he was lying.
Kingsley shook his head. “Harry, you need to sort out your life, son. I know Ginny left you, but if you don’t start building a relationship with your children, you’ll be a lonely old man like Robards.”
“My children and I have a good relationship, Kingsley, so your concern is unneeded.” He didn’t mean for it to come out as snappish as it had, but every time someone tried to give him advice about his family - in particular, Hermione and Ron - he ended up growing angry and resentful.
“Harry...”
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do, Minister.” Harry didn’t wait for a reply. He turned and grabbed his quickly cooling tea and suitcase and made his way to his office. By the time he reached it, he was irritated and tired. The fatigue of yesterday’s hard day of work was already catching up on him. He took a sip of the tea and grimaced at the coldness of it. He growled in annoyance.
“Mary!”
Mary stormed through the door, her arms crossed over her chest and her rounded face pinched. “Yes, Mr Potter?”
“Get me a new tea. This one is now cold.”
“I’m your secretary, Mr Potter, not your mother. Get it yourself. And until you have real work for me to do, I’ll be at my desk.” She left just as quickly as she entered.
Harry ground his teeth together to stop himself from saying anything he might have regretted. Mary meant well, even if she could be overbearing at times. He slammed his mug of tea on the table, small portions of the contents splashing out of the cup and onto his desk and files. Harry slammed his fist on the mahogany wood and fell into his chair. This day couldn’t get any worse. He closed his eyes and sighed, relaxing them for just a moment.
“Mr Potter?”
Harry groaned. Why did people insist on making his life hell? He opened his eyes blearily and frowned at the blond haired young man in front of him.
“Who are you?”
“Sorry, Sir,” The boy’s grey eyes darted towards to door. “Your secretary said that I could come in and wake you up.”
“Wake me up?” Harry glanced at the clock on his desk and his eyes widened. 2pm…he had fallen asleep. He rose quickly, his chair squeaking noisily as he did so, and stormed towards the door and out of it. He came face to face with his secretary, who looked at him with a warm smile.
“Feeling better Harry?”
“Did you dose my tea with a sleeping potion?” He snapped angrily.
“I told you before you looked like the walking dead! You needed sleep!” Mary didn’t look apologetic, but he didn’t expect her to. She was not one to deny when she did something.
“What the bloody hell happened to my appointments?” He glanced at the young man behind him. “And who the hell is this?”
“I sent them to Ron he seemed in the right mind to handle them. Nothing dramatic has happened since you fell asleep, Harry, I would have woken you up if that were the case.” She slammed some files against Harry’s chest, making him stumble backwards in surprise. “Those are for you to look over. They are closed cases. And that,” she pointed at the blond behind him, “is Scorpius Malfoy, your son’s best friend. I thought you should have known that, seeing as you have a good relationship with your children and all.”
Harry resisted the urge to sneer at her. “Of course Albus’ best friend.” Harry smiled at Scorpius.
“Actually, James’s best friend; I hang with Teddy and James,” Scorpius drawled. With the smirk that he was sporting, Harry was immediately reminded of Draco Malfoy, the boy’s father.
“Oh, of course,” With a final glare at a smug Mary, he turned his back on her and stormed into his office, Scorpius hot on his heels. “What can I do for you, Scorpius?”
“Actually, it’s about James and Albus.” Scorpius took the seat in front of Harry’s desk without invitation. Usually Harry wouldn’t mind, but this time, he felt uncomfortable about it. Maybe it was because that the young man’s feet rested on his desk, ankles crossed, and he looked like a model who had just stepped out of Witch Weekly.
“What about them?” Harry took his own seat and dragged his chair closer to his desk.
“They’re fighting.” Scorpius’ eyes travelled over the only visible part of Harry’s body - from his messy hair down to the middle of his chest. It made Harry shift uncomfortably in his chair. There was something about the look that gave off a predatory vibe.
“And what has this to do with me? May I suggest you go see their mother and step-father? They will sort it out quick smart.”
“Step-father?” Scorpius grunted. “They don’t need their step-father, Mr Potter, they need their father. They respect you, you know? They talk about you all the time, James especially. I can tell they miss you.”
Harry took a deep breath and shook off the shivers that shot down his spine at the sound of the deep, gruff voice. It was not one that he expected to come from a nineteen year old Malfoy. Not even his father had that sort of deep voice.
“If that were the case, Mr Malfoy, they would have contacted me,” Harry pointed out.
“It goes both ways,” Scorpius retorted in a hasty manner.
Harry was unsure what to say to that. It was true to some extent that he gave up on contacting his children. “You have no idea what the circumstances are, Mr Malfoy.”
“You’re right, Mr Potter, I don’t. All I know is that my best friend doesn’t have a father to go to for support. He believes he has a father that doesn’t care about him.” The smirk that Scorpius shot his way caused Harry to shift in his chair uncomfortably again. “But we both know that’s not the case, don’t we, Mr Potter?”
“Are you threatening me?” Harry snapped in anger.
“What?” Scorpius look shocked at his question. “Of course I’m not. I’m stating what I see and what I see is that you care for your children. You do, right?”
“Leave.” Harry stood from his chair and strode to the door, opening it wide and gesturing outside. “Goodbye, Mr Malfoy.”
“Mr Potter...”
“I’ve think you’ve said enough. Good bye.” Harry pursed his lips and tried to settle an annoyed glare at the younger man. He wasn’t sure if it worked because Scorpius chuckled and nodded. It either didn’t have enough force in it or Scorpius knew him better than Harry expected him to. Maybe the kids had told Scorpius all about him?
“So you will go see your children then?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Leave,” Harry said louder.
“Good. They are having a nice family dinner tonight. Maybe you could drop in? Say hello?” Scorpius shrugged his shoulders as he marched over to Harry and stopped in front of him.
“Mr Malfoy, if I have to say it one more time -”
“Great. They usually have dinner about 7pm if you don’t remember. Cheerio, Mr Potter.” With a final smug smile, Scorpius glided from the room.
Harry didn’t remember Malfoy ever being that stubborn. Maybe his son wasn’t a walking clone of him, after all.
***
Harry didn’t know why he was even there. It was cold, standing outside in the snow with a chilly wind hitting his body, but he didn’t want to knock either. He didn’t even know where to begin. When he had told Mary that he was leaving for the night, he had never seen her so happy about something. She had gone as far as clapping her hands and squealing like a little girl who had just seen Santa Claus.
Yet, here he was, standing in front of Ginny’s home and contemplating as to whether he should knock or not. He ended up raising his hand and rapping his fist against the wooden door in short, sharp knocks. It didn’t take long for Ginny to open it, her eyes full of laughter. At the sight of Harry though, she stopped short, her smile was quickly replaced by a gaping expression.
“Harry?”
“Hi Ginny,” Harry said, cold puffs of air dancing in front of his face as he spoke. His eyes darted down to her stomach, which was rounded and larger than the last time he remembered seeing her. She was pregnant.
“What are you doing here?” She frowned, looking behind him as if to expect it was a raid or something. “Did something happen?”
“I...no.” Harry shook his head. “Just forget it.”
As he took a step back, Ginny grasped his arm to stop him from leaving. “Harry, don’t go. It’s been almost two years since we’ve seen you. I’m just surprised. Please stay for dinner?”
Harry opened his mouth to deny her request, but found he couldn’t do it so he just nodded. He allowed her to lead him into the small, cozy house. She waddled further into the room and turned to smile at her ex-husband.
“I’m so glad you’re here. The kids miss you.”
Harry swallowed and nodded. “Congratulations,” he said as he gestured towards her expanded stomach.
Ginny chuckled and raised a hand to rest it on the large bulge. She nodded. “Justin’s first child. He’s very excited.”
Harry smiled softly. “I expect he is. I remember when we found out you were pregnant with James.”
“Greatest day of our life,” Ginny agreed, laughter bubbling from her mouth. “I remember you ran to Ron and practically threw the ultrasound in his face. And then he bought you drinks all night.”
Harry laughed at the memory. “He ended up more trashed than I did.”
Ginny slapped a hand over her face at the memory and shook her head. “It’s good to see you, Harry.”
“Yeah...sorry; the kids, how are they?” Harry pulled off his jacket and rested it on the hook beside his head where other jumpers hung.
“Fine,” She seemed hesitant. “Well, Albus and James are not too good.”
“What happened?” Harry frowned.
“I don’t know really; James and Teddy are dating,” she said this with pride.
“I kind of guessed that was coming.” He chuckled.
“Yes,” she nodded thoughtfully, before she continued. “Albus and James were fine, you know? They are good brothers. Then one day, Albus came home and James was following him and well...it turned into a fist brawl.”
“They hit each other?” Harry exclaimed.
“A lot of testosterone in one place, I guess.” She sighed and threw her hands up in the air. “Justin tried to get in between them and yelled at them to stop. They turned around and told him where to stick it; told him that he wasn’t their father.”
Harry looked at the ground and sighed. He didn’t realize it had come to the point of physical fights. Now he was ashamed to even be here. “Scorpius Malfoy came to my office today.”
Ginny snorted. “I expected as much. He’s a good friend to James, even a good friend to Albus. And he has a crush on you.”
“What?” Harry’s head snapped up, shock coursing through his body.
“You can’t tell me you didn’t notice?” Ginny laughed at Harry’s expression. “Whenever he’s here, all he wants to do is talk about you. He even asked me how you were in bed. Justin was there, of course, scared the willies out of him. I told him straight though, I told him you were an animal with a lot of stamina.”
Harry felt his face heat up. He groaned in embarrassment. “You didn’t!”
“Of course I did. When you have a young man after you, Harry, you don’t deny him the pleasure of your company.” She didn’t even look ashamed about what she was saying. Harry had to admit, Ginny had grown some balls. She was the proper sort of mother, the kind that didn’t get embarrassed talking about such sexual things. Harry flushed harder at the memories of Mrs Weasley sitting Ron and he down for the ‘talk.’ Ron and Harry refused to talk about it ever again.
“I’m not gay!” Harry protested, but it was weak.
“Harry, I was married to you for a long time. Sure, we got down to business, even made three kids, but you had no real passion for my lady bits.” Ginny laughed. “You looked at them as if they would bite you.”
Harry opened his mouth to protest more but decided against it. He just shook his head and laughed. It wasn’t that he was ‘afraid’ of them...not really.
“Anyway, dinner should be ready soon.” She winked at him and spun on her heel. “JUSTIN, JAMES, ALBUS, LILY AND LORCAN AND LYSANDER; DINNER IS READY.” She smiled at Harry and led the way to the kitchen.
“Lysander and Lorcan?” He didn’t know that Luna’s kids visited his family. Luna had seen him a few times, but not even she mentioned they were friends.
“Lily’s boyfriends,” Ginny sent him a wicked grin.
“Boyfriends?” Harry spluttered. He heard the thumping of feet on the stairs and stared at the entrance. First, Justin entered. As soon as he saw Harry, he grinned widely and held out his hand for Harry to take. They shook, Justin’s grip a little more excited than Harry expected, but he assumed it was the whole first time father bliss. It would soon wear off when the baby came and cried all night. Harry grinned at the thought of his first few nights with James.
“Yes, she is dating both the Scamander boys.” Ginny patted him on the arm.
James entered next. As soon as he set eyes on Harry, he stumbled.
“Dad?” He frowned at Harry.
“Hey kiddo,” He smiled. He didn’t expect to have his arms full of his son, but there James was, hugging his father as if for dear life. Harry thumped him on the back.
When James finally pulled out of the hug, he grinned. “I didn’t know you were coming.”
“Neither did I, Jamie.” Harry grinned widely.
Lily and Albus were next to come down the stairs and like James, they both hugged him tightly. Lily’s boyfriends avoided all eye contact with him, not that he blamed them. If he caught their eyes in a stare, he would have no problem glaring. Teddy followed Albus and he grinned when he saw him. They shook hands and not even Teddy could resist a half hug.
“Glad to see you made it.” Harry knew who that drawl belonged to.
He let go of Teddy and looked over his godson’s shoulder. “Mr Malfoy,” Harry agreed tightly.
“Please,” Scorpius walked closer, “Call me Scorpius, Harry.” The wicked grin set off butterflies in his stomach. It was weird, considering he had never had them before, not even with Ginny.
“And you can call me Mr Potter.” Harry glanced at Ginny, who was chuckling behind her hand. He glared at her. Giving Scorpius a side-look, he walked over to the table and sat down.
“No, I think I will stick to Harry. It rolls off my long tongue so much better, don’t you think?” Scorpius winked at Harry as he slid into the chair next to him.
James gaped at his best friend. “Scorpius, are you flirting with my father?”
“Yes,” Scorpius admitted unashamedly, “So what of it? He’s hot.”
Harry groaned. “I need a stiff drink.”
Justin laughed and nodded. “I’ll get you a firewhiskey, mate.” He thumped Harry on the back as he rose from his chair and walked towards the cupboard.
“That’s not the only stiff thing you need,” Scorpius leered.
“Scorpius!” James groaned and turned to hide his face in Teddy’s neck.
Harry flushed and cleared his throat. Ginny walked up behind Harry and massaged his shoulders, laughing. She leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Told you,” she chuckled as she stood straight again and waddled over to her own seat.
Justin set the bottle of firewhiskey down and a shot glass with it, before he retook his seat next to his wife.
“Before we eat, I’d like to say something.” Everyone’s eyes fell on Ginny. She smiled lovingly around the table before her gaze rested on Harry. “Harry, we’re so glad you’re back. You have no idea how much we’ve missed you. I know it was hard, but you should have come to us. We are your family, every single one of the people at this table love you. Some more than others,” she looked at Scorpius in amusement, “Don’t ever scare us like that again. We thought we lost you forever.”
Harry swallowed. It felt like he had a lump in his throat and he wasn’t sure if he could talk or not, so he just nodded. He managed to whisper, “I’m sorry.”
Ginny nodded with an understanding look on her face. “Okay, dig in everyone!”
They didn’t need telling twice. Hands entwined around each other to reach for bowls of food. There was laughter as they dished out the contents of the bowl before passing it to the next person. Harry smiled at Scorpius as he handed the bowl of mashed potato to him.
“Glad to be home?” Scorpius asked with a wink.
Harry didn’t have a retort, so he just nodded.
There were at least five conversations going at once during dinner time. Harry had talked to James about Quidditch and to Teddy about his grandmother, he even had a conversation with Scorpius over what his father was doing these days. Apparently Draco Malfoy had been tamed and he was no longer the snotty kid he used to be. He didn’t even detest Harry that much, although according to Scorpius, there were those habitual snide remarks that happened on occasion. Harry wondered what Malfoy would say if he knew that his son had a crush on him.
He didn’t stay long after dinner. The night had ended with a round of goodbyes and hugs. Even Scorpius jumped at the chance of hugging him goodnight - and it surprised Harry just how tightly he held on. The night had gone that well, that Harry had promised to come over on Christmas Eve for dinner as well.
***
The next morning, Harry entered his department with a large smile on his face. He received a few surprised looks, including one from Mary as she stood and waited for him to walk towards his off. If she chose to mother him like every other day, it wouldn’t damper his mood, not like it had the other days. He was just too happy to care.
“Hello, Mary,” Harry greeted with a large smile.
“Harry!” Mary smiled as she shuffled around to the front of her desk. “You’re happy!”
“Why shouldn’t I be?” He asked as he set his briefcase down on her desk.
“I assume you had a good night then. Did you catch up with your children?”
Harry frowned. James and Albus hadn’t talked all night, but he didn’t really get the chance to talk to either of them about their fight with each other. Ginny told him to leave it; she said that they would grow out of it and that they were being teenage brothers, so Harry hadn’t pushed the topic any further.
“I did,” he answered. “It was a good night.”
“I’m sure it was.” Mary handed him a folder and he took it, immediately opening the brown cardboard to look inside. Notes about cases were scattered over pieces of parchment. One in particular was written in scrawly handwriting that was near impossible to read. He was going to have to talk to Ron about that. Harry nodded his thanks to his assistant as he picked up his briefcase. “Oh and Harry, there is a present in your office for you.”
Harry frowned. “Present? From who?”
Mary winked. “In the card, it says that it’s from your secret admirer.”
He snorted, ignoring her giggles, and walked into his office. There, sitting in the middle of his desk, was a medium sized present. It was wrapped in Christmas paper - it had a red Santa on it, moving with laughter and holding his large stomach - and on the top there was a card. Harry strode over to it, reading the envelope. It read, ‘To Harry Potter Love, your secret admirer.’ He grimaced at the thought of the gossip that would be harvesting around the office. The women would be whispering like crazy about this.
He frowned, trying to think of who could be sending him a gift, but his mind only jumped to one person. However, Scorpius was most certainly not a secret admirer. Shaking his head to rid him of his thoughts, he ripped at the paper and opened the lid of the box. A piece of parchment sat on top of the present and Harry picked it up and read it.
Dear Harry,
Did you guess it was me? I hope you don’t have any other secret admirers, I really don’t like competition. I always win though, just so you are aware of that. I had a great time last night. Your family is amazing and so are you. Christmas is approaching pretty quickly, huh? I thought I should start sending you some presents. I hope that you enjoy these. I would love to use them on you very soon. They are Muggle, or so James told me. Apparently the Muggle law officers use them. Enjoy!
Love,
Scorpius.
Use them on him? Harry frowned down at the parchment and set it to the side. Whatever the present was it was wrapped in tissue paper and Harry pushed it aside. His eyes widened. Two pairs of Muggle handcuffs sat in the midst of the paper with another note. He flushed, unsure if he wanted to read the next note or not. He did.
Brilliant, yeah? I can’t wait to use them on you. They would better to use than a binding spell. Who knew Muggles were so kinky?
Harry cleared his throat and threw the piece of the paper on top of the present.
“Harry?”
Harry jumped at the voice and glanced up at Mary, who walked into the office.
“Everything okay?”
“Fine,” he answered quickly. He laughed nervously. “Everything is fine.”
“What did you get?” Mary padded further into the room, but stopped abruptly when Harry replaced the lid on the box.
“Nothing; silly really, don’t you have work to do?”
Mary frowned at him in frustration before she nodded and spun on her heel, storming out of the room once more.
Harry stared at the box for a moment before shrinking it. He opened one of his private cabinets and placed it inside, before spelling the doors locked. This was one present he was going to forget he ever received.
***
He did a pretty good job of putting the gift out of his mind until the next day, when a similar one arrive on his desk. Harry had been walking into his office like the day before, when Mary had stopped him and gleefully informed him of the second present. This time, he made sure to shut his office door and lock it before he opened the box.
Dear Harry,
I didn’t receive a response about yesterday’s present. I do hope you like it. James says Teddy always uses handcuffs on him -
Harry grimaced at this. He’d have to talk to James about that later.
and he says he enjoys it. But I bought you another present. This time, it’s for me to wear when we meet up. Can you imagine me in these while I rub against you?
Love,
Scorpius.
Harry didn’t know what they were, but the thought of Scorpius rubbing up against him sent blood rushing south. He could already imagine grabbing that perky little arse as he slammed their cocks together, rutting until they both came. He groaned and shook his head. This imagery was only making things worse. Scorpius was the same age as his youngest son!
He opened the tissue paper and flushed a bright red. A pair of silk, black knickers lay amongst the paper. It was frilly, red lace entwined on the silk, creating wavy pattern. The image of Scorpius is nothing but these knickers had his cock rock hard and pressing against his trouser’s zip, begging for release.
It took him at least an hour to fully calm down. For that, he received a firm scolding from Mary. She had accused him of ‘wanking’ much to his utter embarrassment. She had firmly reprimanded him and pointed out that if there were any stains, he’d be cleaning them, not her.
Harry had never been so hasty in escaping the office while claiming he had to see Kingsley about an urgent matter, when really, he had just spent the next hour after that in the bathroom, ‘wanking.’
***
For the third day in a row Harry found himself in his office looking at the wrapped present. It was always wrapped in the same paper and Harry made a mental note to inform Scorpius teasingly that it would have been nice if each present was wrapped differently; although, this one at least had a pretty bow on top.
Inside was the same parchment, inked by the same handwriting.
Dear Harry,
Another day, another present. I know you’ve never had gay sex before, so I thought this would help. You’ll need to know techniques and all that if we are going to shag. I can’t wait until I can feel your cock inside of me. I’ve been wanking every night with a new image each time. Learn well, my apprentice.
Love,
Scorpius.
This time, Harry tried to remain calm. He wasn’t going to flush or do anything stupid that would reward him with another reprimand from his secretary. Yesterday had been embarrassing enough for him. And yet, even though he tried hard not to, as soon as he saw the present, he flushed a bright red. Inside the tissue paper lay a book, titled ‘Gay Sex for Every Gay Wizard: Get Those Wands Ready, Boys.’
He swallowed nervously and hid the present in the cabinet with the other two.
***
Harry ran his hands down his face and took a deep breath. He was expecting yet another present today and he was nervous to see what it was. He was embarrassed to say that during his lunchtime yesterday, he had removed that book from the cabinet and read some of the chapters, including information that explained about the preparation of a bloke’s arsehole and the best positions. It had made him hard again and that time, he really did wank in his office.
“Harry!”
Harry smiled softly at his assistant and held out his hand. She passed him the daily folder and grinned.
“You have a visitor in your office.” She winked at him.
“Who?” Harry asked with a frown. If he had received another present and someone was in there...Harry’s eyes widened and he spun on his heel before Mary could answer. He stormed into the room and halted at the sight of the familiar back and blond hair.
Mary walked in after him and snorted. “Scorpius Malfoy,” she chuckled as she walked backwards, pulling the door behind her.
Scorpius turned in his chair and grinned wickedly.
“What are you doing here, Scorpius?” Harry questioned as he pulled out his hand and spelled the door locked.
Scorpius’ smile grin never faltered. If anything, it grew larger. “You act as if you are ashamed of us, Harry.”
Harry’s eyes widened. “There is no us, Scorpius! And I told you to call me Mr. Potter!”
Scorpius stood from his chair and swaggered over to Harry. He curled his hand around Harry’s tie and brought him closer. His sucked his lower lip between his teeth as he stared at Harry under lowered eyelashes. “I thought we had something, Harry.”
“Scorpius...” Harry growled in frustration. “This isn’t a game. I thought you came to me in the first place because you were worried about James and Albus!”
“Oh, I was!” Scorpius raised his grey eyes to meet Harry’s. “But didn’t I tell you that they fight like that all the time? Brotherly love and all that; not that I understand, since I don’t have a brother.”
“Then why did you...” Harry groaned. What a sly, little snake. If there was one thing Harry could say about Scorpius, it was that he had learned well from his father. “You did it all just so you could see me.” He shook his head in exasperation. “How can you have a teenage crush on a man you’ve never met?”
“You’re not a teenage crush!” Scorpius protested adamantly.
“You don’t know me, Scorpius!”
“I know you well enough.” The blond pulled Harry closer with his tie so their lips were inches apart. “I want you, Harry.”
“You can’t have me,” Harry said softly. Although, he knew his voice betrayed him.
“I already have you,” Scorpius replied with smirk. His lips crushed against Harry’s in a passionate lock. A tongue pushed into Harry’s mouth and rolled against Harry’s. It was a battle of dominance and Scorpius was winning. Harry hated the thought of losing to a younger man, so he grasped Scorpius’ jaw and pressed against him tightly. His tongue danced alongside Scorpius’ until the need for air became desperate and they broke apart, gasping.
“Sc-Scorpius, we can’t...”
“Yes, we can.” Scorpius spread his hands over Harry’s chest and pushed him backwards, guiding him until he reached his chair. Harry fell into it was a umph. The younger man smirked above him and nimble fingers undid the buttons of his shirt.
“Scorpius...” Harry swallowed as he watched Scorpius undress in front of him. “You’re the same age as Albus.”
“So?” Scorpius licked his lips. “Albus is dating an older woman.”
“What?” Harry’s eyes darted from his fingers to his face. Shock coursed through his body. “Who?”
Scorpius waggled his eyebrows. “Fuck me and I’ll tell you.”
“That’s blackmail,” Harry said with a grin. He had to give it to the blond he knew how to get his own way.
“That’s bargaining,” Scorpius replied with a chuckle. “Get used to it, Harry.”
He threw his shirt to the floor and glanced back at Harry, desire filled eyes flickering to Harry’s crotch. He licked his lips.
“I’m your fourth present.” Scorpius fingers worked the button and zip of his trousers, before he wiggled out of them.
Harry’s eyes widened. A very hard bulge was encased in black, silk knickers, the same knickers that he had sent Harry as a present. He frowned.
“Yes, I did go through your cabinet and yes, I did get dressed in your office.” Scorpius chuckled as he slid into Harry’s lap, his arse rubbing against the older man’s growing erection. “And I did get these too.” Before Harry could protest, Scorpius reached for the two pairs of handcuffs that Harry hadn’t seen from the desk. He looped one around Harry’s hand and the other to the chair’s arm. He did the same on the other side.
“Scorpius...” Harry warned.
“Trust me, Harry.” Scorpius winked as he pressed his arse into Harry’s growing bulge with a groan. “I just want to feel you first and I can’t do that with you touching me. Otherwise, I’d come like a teenager.”
Harry wanted to point out that he was a teenager, a nineteen year old young man, but he chose to keep his mouth closed. He tugged at the handcuffs and found that it was no use. Scorpius made sure that they were tight when he clipped them together.
“The door...”
“is safely shut and locked. Harry, you need to relax.” Scorpius grasped Harry’s shoulders and massaged them. It caused Harry to groan. His hips started to move, rubbing his knicker clad arse against Harry’s erection. His movements started off as teasing, light touches, but grew harder and more frantic. His cock ran along his lower stomach and with each roll of Scorpius’ hips, Harry thrust his hips up to meet them.
“Scorpius, we shouldn’t be doing this.” His protest was weak.
“You want this as much as I do, Harry. It’s Christmas, you deserve a really good present.” Scorpius pressed his lips against Harry’s and entangled his long fingers in his hair. He tugged at the messy black strands roughly.
His lips were like a drug and Harry didn’t want to break the kiss. His taste was intoxicating and need pulsed through his body. He wanted Scorpius and there was no possible way that he could deny his desires.
He thrust his hips up with force, causing Scorpius to bounce and nearly fall off his lap. Scorpius chuckled. “Woah there, Hippogriff, Calm down.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Mrs Finch-Fletchley told me you were an animal in the bed and if that’s any inclination, I want to get you naked right now.”
“Why are you still talking then?”
Scorpius cocked his head in amusement. He reached down to Harry’s crotch and smoothed a hand over his bulge. It dragged a hiss out of Harry. He did it again and this time, Harry growled in frustration.
“You better do something other than teasing, Scorpius.”
Scorpius chuckled and his nimble fingers undid the button to Harry’s trousers and slid the zip down slowly. His hand reached into his pants and pulled out Harry’s hard cock. It sprung up, curving towards his belly and begging for attention.
“Did you read any of that book, Harry?” Scorpius asked with a wicked glint in his eye.
“Some.” Harry swallowed, “you are the teenager here, Scorpius, not me. I know about sex, I have decades of knowledge on you.”
Scorpius snickered. “I guess that means you only read up to the second chapter. It’s okay I prepared myself before I came.” He tugged the knickers down, his cock bobbing free from its constraints. Harry licked his lips at the sight of the very long, thick cock. It was longer than Harry’s, but not by much, and while he wasn’t completely sure, it may have been thicker as well. Not that it really mattered because it wouldn’t be Scorpius’ cock that would be doing the shagging.
Scorpius smiled at him mischievously. He ground his cock into Harry’s abdomen, leaving a trail of pre-come along his white dress shirt. Harry glared in warning.
“These are my work clothes, Scorpius.”
“So I see,” he murmured quietly, “I like you in them, though. I want you to shag me like this, fully dressed, with only your cock hanging out.” He sat back on the edge of the desk in front of Harry’s chair and wiggled out of the knickers. It wasn’t elegantly done, not with Scorpius grumbling about their tightness and wiggling as he pushed them down his long legs. Harry laughed at his predicament. “Don’t laugh,” the younger man muttered, “they’re bloody tight. I think I bought a size too small. It’s not like I was going to try them on in the store, just told the assistant they were for my girlfriend.”
Harry shook his head. When Scorpius finally threw the knickers to the floor, he leaned back on the desk and spread his legs, giving Harry a full view of his tight, puckered hole. Harry sucked his bottom lip into his mouth to stop a groan from escaping. He wasn’t going to tell Scorpius how much he liked the view. If anything though, he wanted to touch him. He wanted to push a finger into that tight entrance and finger-fuck him first. The handcuffs jangled as he raised his wrists and the reminder of his constraints made Harry hiss.
“Let me go, Scorpius.”
“No.” Scorpius smirked. He reached down to run the pad of his finger over his hole and let out a dramatic moan. Harry knew that he was doing it to tease him. He pushed the digit into his hole and Harry watched in fascination how easily it slipped inside. Scorpius hadn’t been joking when he said he had prepared himself. “So tight, Harry. I’m so tight, craving for your cock.”
Scorpius’ erection bounced as he swivelled his hips.
“I’m all ready for you and everything.”
“Scorpius,” Harry groaned pitifully.
“Admit you want this.” Scorpius was breathing desire through his husky voice and dark grey eyes that ate up the sight of the desperation on Harry’s face. “Admit you want me for a Christmas present.”
“Scorpius...”
He added a second finger into his arsehole, moaning louder than before.
“Scorpius! You haven’t put a silencing charm on. Be quiet!” Harry said in a hushed tone.
“Admit it!”
“Fine! I want you. I want you to ride my cock; I need you to ride my cock.” Harry raised his hips impatiently to prove his point.
Scorpius chuckled and withdrew his fingers. He grasped his wand and cast a Protection spell and then a Lubricus spell on Harry’s cock. The sudden appearance of lube coating his erection made Harry shiver. It was cold.
Scorpius shuffled off the desk and rested his arse on Harry’s thighs. Their cocks rubbed against each other and they both groaned at the friction. Scorpius wrapped a hand around both of their erections - or he tried to, at least - and jerked them. Foreskin slid against each other, creating friction that Harry hadn’t dreamed of ever feeling. He threw his head back, closed his eyes and thrust his hips up again.
“Mmm, do you want to be inside of me, Harry?”
“Yes, Merlin yes!”
He didn’t need to see Scorpius to know he was smirking again.
Something lingered over the top of the head of his cock. He gripped the chair’s arms tightly, resisting the urge to thrust up into the waiting heat. He didn’t have to wait much longer though - tight heat encased the tip of his erection as Scorpius lowered himself onto Harry. Harry’s eyes snapped open and he stared at the younger man with desire.
Scorpius’ eyelashes fluttered and he bit his lip as he continued to lower himself onto the erection. He stopped when his arse rested on Harry’s thighs and Harry’s cock was fully seated in his hole. There was silence - Harry watching Scorpius carefully and Scorpius taking a moment to adjust to the size and width of Harry’s cock. His face was flushed, his pale cheeks painted with splash of pink as he concentrated on breathing.
“Never had a cock as big as mine?” Harry asked quietly, smirking at Scorpius.
The younger man exhaled loudly. “Never had a cock at all,” he answered easily.
The smirk slipped off Harry’s face. He stared at Scorpius in shock. “You’re a virgin?”
Scorpius laughed shakily. “Yeah; waiting for the right time.”
“Scorpius!” The handcuffs jingled as Harry tugged at them angrily. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me? I could have hurt you.”
“I’m not a twat, Harry, and I certainly didn’t want you treating me like one just because it’s my first time.” Scorpius raised himself a little and pushed back down. Harry could tell he was testing out the feel of the cock inside of him. The whole situation made him angry though. He certainly hadn’t planned on taking Scorpius’ virginity. It was one thing to have sex with a nineteen year old male in the first place, but to take his virginity as well? That was a whole new level of disgracefulness on Harry’s behalf.
“Scorpius, that’s enough! Get off me, this instant!”
Scorpius laughed. “I’m not a child, stop trying to reprimand me like one.” This time, he raised himself so only the tip of Harry’s cock was in his entrance and then slammed back down. Harry couldn’t help the groan on pleasure that left his throat. He was so tight. “See? You like it.”
“That’s not the point, Scorpius!”
The blond grunted, but didn’t retort. He set himself in a slow pace - up and down, up and down - on Harry’s cock. Due to the tightness of Scorpius’ arsehole, Harry couldn’t stop the thrust of his erection, meeting Scorpius’ hole every time he descended on him. With each meeting of their bodies, Scorpius’ pace quickened until their movements were fast, rough and inelegant. It was about desperation and need and these feelings controlled every groan, moan, thrust and shudder that wracked at their bodies. Harry struggled with the handcuffs, even though he knew that it was useless, but he just wanted to touch. He wanted to feel the sweaty skin underneath his fingers as he trailed them down Scorpius’ pale chest. He wanted to feel the quivers that shook Scorpius’ body as he hissed every time Harry’s balls hit the back of his arse. He just wanted to feel Scorpius.
Scorpius’ hand wrapped around his cock, tugging at it as he continued to ride Harry with ferocity; He had his head thrown back, his hair a sticky mess on his forehead and his pretty mouth open moaning Harry’s name over and over like a chant.
“Harry?”
Harry hissed at Scorpius when he heard the voice from outside his door. Scorpius halted immediately, eyes wide in a mixture of surprise and amusement.
“Harry?” The voice said again. It was Mary. The doorknob shook as she tried to open the door.
Harry choked out a reply, “Mary, I’m busy.”
“Are you...are you okay in there, Harry? I thought I heard someone groan in pain,” her worried voice was loud and Harry grimaced, hoping she wouldn’t alert anyone else.
Scorpius chuckled quietly. “Pain? I hardly call that my groans of pain.”
“Shhh!” Harry glared at the blond. “Mary, I...” He groaned when Scorpius rolled his hips teasingly. “Scorpius!” He hissed.
“Harry? Do you want me to get someone? Should I get the Minister?” The doorknob shook again.
“No!” Harry shouted loudly, his face flushing when he realized he answered too quickly. There was silence on the other side of the door. “Mary, I’m fine. I’m just...conversing with Mr. Malfoy on a very serious matter.”
Scorpius rolled his hips again, causing Harry’s cock to slide out and then in his hole again. “Very serious matter,” he muttered with a wink. Harry grunted.
“Oh. Are you sure?”
Harry felt guilty for lying to her. “I’m positive. I’m sorry.”
“Okay.” Harry heard footsteps and he sighed in relief. With a somewhat angry thrust of his hips, he glared at Scorpius. “Put a Silencing Charm on my office, right now.”
Scorpius shrugged his shoulders with a wicked grin and reached for his wand again. He muttered the Silencing Charm and threw it back on the desk. “Happy, Harry?” He didn’t wait for an answered before he was riding Harry again.
Harry knew he wasn’t going to last long, not with the clenching of Scorpius’ arse. With Ginny and other women he had been with, it had been nice and he did get off, but with Scorpius, it was different. It was animalistic and passionate; their connection was wild and desire-driven. He could understand now that while he never minded women, he preferred sex with men, or more specifically, with Scorpius. He couldn’t deny their attraction to each another even if he wanted to. There was too much there and now that he had a taste, he wasn’t sure if he was strong enough to walk away.
Scorpius grunted and panted and he stilled, his thighs quivering and the hand on his dick tugging rapidly. Harry knew he was going to come. And he did, panting Harry’s name while strings of white pearly semen splattered over his hand, stomach and Harry’s dress shirt. His hand milked his erection until he groaned and clenched harder around Harry’s cock.
He moved again - small, languid rolls of his hips. Harry didn’t last much longer, not with the way Scorpius’ hole enclosed around his cock tightly and with a loud groan and a thrust of his hips, he came inside of Scorpius.
Scorpius moaned when Harry reached his orgasm. He smiled and leaned forward to rest his sweaty forehead against Harry’s.
“That was better than I imagined office sex to be.”
Harry shook his head in exasperation. “You should have told me-”
“Oh shut up, Potter. You’re not my father.” Scorpius snorted as he raised himself, hissing when Harry slipped free from his hole, and sat back down on Harry’s thighs. He reached for his wand and flicked it, undoing the handcuffs.
Harry rubbed his reddened wrists as he watched Scorpius carefully. “You okay?”
“Oh stop.” Scorpius rolled his eyes. “Yes, my arse burns, but nothing some salve won’t help.” He waggled his eyebrows. “I want to do that again though.”
Harry laughed and shook his head. He forgot what it was like to be a teenager. “I’m an old man, Scorpius.”
“Yeah, but you’re my old man now, Mr. Potter.” Scorpius pressed his lips against Harry’s a rough kiss and Harry responded eagerly. Their tongues interlocked in a battle of dominance that Harry won, before they broke the kiss for air. “Do you like your last Christmas present?”
Harry bit his lip. “Do I get to take this Christmas present to the dinner with my family on Christmas Eve?”
Scorpius’ face lit up like a Christmas tree. His smile was so big that Harry was surprised it didn’t damage his face permanently. “That can be arranged.”
“Then I love it.” He caressed Scorpius’ soft cheek. “I could never ask Santa Claus for more.”
Scorpius frowned. “Who’s Santa Claus? Do I have to hex some other bloke’s arse for flirting with my old man?”
Harry laughed loudly.