Challenge #77 - Over Coffee and Firewhiskey
Title: Over Coffee and Firewhiskey
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for slash, mPreg, implied sexual relationship and mild cursing; Epilogue-compliant.
Characters/Pairing: Albus/Scorpius, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Astoria Malfoy.
Summary: Albus and Scorpius meet after ten years, and things progress quickly from there.
Word Count: ~600
Author's Notes: This is a nice example of free-writing. I have no idea how this came about.
Registered purchases?: None.
Over Coffee and Firewhiskey
“Potter!”
Albus Potter looked back over his shoulder to see an elegant blond man approaching him with a refined stride. “Do I know you?” he asked politely, because he honestly couldn’t remember.
The man flushed slightly and looked annoyed, but held out his hand. “One would expect that the great Albus Potter would remember his old schoolmate.”
Albus blinked as he took the stranger’s hand. “Scorpius Malfoy?” The blond man nodded. “What happened to you?
Scorpius chuckled. “Growth spurt.” Albus grinned. “It’s been over ten years since we’ve seen each other. Fancy some reminiscing over a cuppa? My treat.”
Albus was surprised at the ease with which Scorpius carried himself; he looked nothing like the awkward young man who had been transferred to Beauxbatons after their Fourth Year, when the Malfoys had moved to France. “Sure. I’m only supposed to meet my dad an hour from now.” He looked around the Ministry lobby. “The cafeteria? They make a fine coffee.”
Scorpius shrugged gracefully. “Of course. It saves me time as I have to meet with Professor Snape in a couple of hours,” Scorpius said as they started down the hallway that led to the lifts. Albus looked at him enquiringly. “They’ve accepted my application for the Forensics Department.”
“Really? That must be what my dad wants to tell me about.” Scorpius lifted an elegantly defined eyebrow. “I’m the Junior Assistant,” Albus explained. “We’ll be working together.”
“Just like old times, isn’t that so?” teased Scorpius and Albus grinned in reply, patting him in the back before walking ahead. Scorpius's smirk softened into a fond smile. “Like old times, indeed.”
~~<>~~<>~~<>~~
“Potter!”
“Malfoy,” Harry Potter acknowledged calmly.
If he had a knut for every time Malfoy had stormed into his office as if he owned the place to complain about some thing or another, he could have bought that lovely broom exclusively made for the Puddlemore United.
Draco Malfoy waved off any possible greeting Harry might have had. “Your son proposed to mine.”
Harry knew that. “I know. He told me about it.”
“You have to do something, you blithering fool!”
“And what do you want me to do, you bloody pouf? They care for each other.”
“They are too young! Honestly, getting married at twenty-five. They have a hundred years in front of them. Why would they-? So soon!”
“Malfoy,” Harry interrupted, “I suggest you ask your wife about it. You should drink half a bottle of Firewhiskey first, though. I know I needed it. Just be sure to swallow before Astoria starts to speak. I sprayed Ginny with my favourite vintage bottle.”
~~<>~~<>~~<>~~
Draco sputtered his beverage all over the white linen table cloth. His wife patted his arm reassuringly. “Excuse me?! Potter’s spawn got my son up the duff? How?!”
“Surely you know how it works,” Astoria replied calmly. As calm as Harry, in fact. Draco did not like it. “They make a lovely couple. Your son is going to be well-taken care of, luv, I promise.” Her green eyes pierced him suddenly. “But you should get to know Albus a bit better.”
“Tori! Our son is pregnant. It is only I who sees the biological inaccuracy in that? The danger?”
“Oh, hush, pet. Ginevra is the Healer assigned to them and dear Professor Snape is providing all the necessary potions for the pregnancy. It’s going to be fine.”
“Oh, yes, it will-as I have every intention of neutering Potter’s spawn!”
“Last time you decided to make your convictions known, Auror Potter had to use his influence to get you out of prison. It’s time you settle, darling. Besides, those house-elves have no fault your hair is falling.”
“It is not!” Draco snapped. “And that’s not the issue.”
“As you will, but I won’t pay the fine this time, my heart. Consider yourself warned.”
THE END
639/30 = 21,3 ~ 21 POINTS TO HUFFLEPUFF
Daniela//Hufflepuff
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for slash, mPreg, implied sexual relationship and mild cursing; Epilogue-compliant.
Characters/Pairing: Albus/Scorpius, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Astoria Malfoy.
Summary: Albus and Scorpius meet after ten years, and things progress quickly from there.
Word Count: ~600
Author's Notes: This is a nice example of free-writing. I have no idea how this came about.
Registered purchases?: None.
Over Coffee and Firewhiskey
“Potter!”
Albus Potter looked back over his shoulder to see an elegant blond man approaching him with a refined stride. “Do I know you?” he asked politely, because he honestly couldn’t remember.
The man flushed slightly and looked annoyed, but held out his hand. “One would expect that the great Albus Potter would remember his old schoolmate.”
Albus blinked as he took the stranger’s hand. “Scorpius Malfoy?” The blond man nodded. “What happened to you?
Scorpius chuckled. “Growth spurt.” Albus grinned. “It’s been over ten years since we’ve seen each other. Fancy some reminiscing over a cuppa? My treat.”
Albus was surprised at the ease with which Scorpius carried himself; he looked nothing like the awkward young man who had been transferred to Beauxbatons after their Fourth Year, when the Malfoys had moved to France. “Sure. I’m only supposed to meet my dad an hour from now.” He looked around the Ministry lobby. “The cafeteria? They make a fine coffee.”
Scorpius shrugged gracefully. “Of course. It saves me time as I have to meet with Professor Snape in a couple of hours,” Scorpius said as they started down the hallway that led to the lifts. Albus looked at him enquiringly. “They’ve accepted my application for the Forensics Department.”
“Really? That must be what my dad wants to tell me about.” Scorpius lifted an elegantly defined eyebrow. “I’m the Junior Assistant,” Albus explained. “We’ll be working together.”
“Just like old times, isn’t that so?” teased Scorpius and Albus grinned in reply, patting him in the back before walking ahead. Scorpius's smirk softened into a fond smile. “Like old times, indeed.”
~~<>~~<>~~<>~~
“Potter!”
“Malfoy,” Harry Potter acknowledged calmly.
If he had a knut for every time Malfoy had stormed into his office as if he owned the place to complain about some thing or another, he could have bought that lovely broom exclusively made for the Puddlemore United.
Draco Malfoy waved off any possible greeting Harry might have had. “Your son proposed to mine.”
Harry knew that. “I know. He told me about it.”
“You have to do something, you blithering fool!”
“And what do you want me to do, you bloody pouf? They care for each other.”
“They are too young! Honestly, getting married at twenty-five. They have a hundred years in front of them. Why would they-? So soon!”
“Malfoy,” Harry interrupted, “I suggest you ask your wife about it. You should drink half a bottle of Firewhiskey first, though. I know I needed it. Just be sure to swallow before Astoria starts to speak. I sprayed Ginny with my favourite vintage bottle.”
~~<>~~<>~~<>~~
Draco sputtered his beverage all over the white linen table cloth. His wife patted his arm reassuringly. “Excuse me?! Potter’s spawn got my son up the duff? How?!”
“Surely you know how it works,” Astoria replied calmly. As calm as Harry, in fact. Draco did not like it. “They make a lovely couple. Your son is going to be well-taken care of, luv, I promise.” Her green eyes pierced him suddenly. “But you should get to know Albus a bit better.”
“Tori! Our son is pregnant. It is only I who sees the biological inaccuracy in that? The danger?”
“Oh, hush, pet. Ginevra is the Healer assigned to them and dear Professor Snape is providing all the necessary potions for the pregnancy. It’s going to be fine.”
“Oh, yes, it will-as I have every intention of neutering Potter’s spawn!”
“Last time you decided to make your convictions known, Auror Potter had to use his influence to get you out of prison. It’s time you settle, darling. Besides, those house-elves have no fault your hair is falling.”
“It is not!” Draco snapped. “And that’s not the issue.”
“As you will, but I won’t pay the fine this time, my heart. Consider yourself warned.”
THE END
639/30 = 21,3 ~ 21 POINTS TO HUFFLEPUFF
Daniela//Hufflepuff