Hello lovelies! Bit of a late posting today, as I had to go to work boo! hiss!. However, here are the three drabbles for Scorpius!
Please leave a screened comment with the name and number of your favourite drabble, and on Sunday we'll find out our two final participants. And don't forget to pimp to your friends, not only does the comm. like being pimped, but Scorpius likes it too!
1.
Title Heart of Gold
Author
melusinahpRating PG-13
Pairings/Warnings Albus/Scorpius
Notes
"Why?" asked Albus, struggling to push himself up on the damp and twisted sheets. "Why would you do this?" His eyes were fever bright and filling even as Scorpius finished pulling his robes back on. Fingers fumbling on the fastenings, Scorpius tried to speak, but found his words caught in his throat. His lips twitched, and he turned to the mirror to straighten his hair. His father's eyes stared back at him. Suddenly, he found his voice.
"Because I could."
"I don't understand. You said…" Albus made a wet, choking sound. "You said you l--"
"You shouldn't believe everything people tell you, Potter. It's not my fault you're naïve." Scorpius kept his eyes on his reflection. His lips were swollen. There was a love bite on his neck. He didn't look back at Albus. Instead, he tapped the mark with his wand and watched it disappear.
Once he'd showered, there'd be no evidence this had ever happened.
He'd know, though, and soon so would the rest of the wizarding world. The galleons Skeeter had paid him hung heavy in his pocket. Once he told her his story, she'd give him the rest, and then he could bribe his father's way out of Azkaban.
"Please…" Scorpius heard Albus whisper. "You don't really mean this. I know you don’t."
"Oh, I meant it," spat Scorpius, glaring at himself. He gripped his wand so tight that his knuckles went pale. "Every bloody word." His hand twitched, and the mirror shattered.
2.
Title Tempting Offer
Author
nolagalRating PG
Pairings/Warnings Albus/Scorpius, bad!Ginny
Notes Sometimes it takes a village; thanks to L, M, N, (just needed an O) for various assistance.
Scorpius sat at the table, looking around the Muggle café.
Ginny Weasley walked in, nervously checking her surroundings before sitting down across from Scorpius. She pulled a bag out of her coat and placed it on the table.
"Ten-thousand Galleons and you never speak to my son again. Just like we agreed."
Scorpius opened the bag and stared at the piles of golden coins inside. He hadn't known what to do when she approached him, offering him a small fortune to leave Albus. Now, staring at the money, feeling sick to his stomach.
"Of course, that was the arrangement," he said, trying not to let his disgust for her show.
Ginny nodded curtly and stood. Before she could leave, her husband grabbed her arm.
"I didn't believe you'd go through with it," Harry told Ginny. "You're out of our lives for good."
Scorpius inhaled sharply. He had known it wouldn't be pretty when they planned the trap, but Harry's reaction was still surprising.
He glanced around and let out a deep breath when he saw Albus standing behind his father. He moved to hug Albus, but Albus pulled away and bit his lip.
"You considered taking the money, didn't you?" Albus asked quietly.
Scorpius considered lying but instead, just nodded. "Only for a moment. I love you."
Albus's shoulders fell and he turned away.
Scorpius grabbed Albus and spun him around. "Don't let her win. I chose you. I'll always choose you."
Albus nodded, kissed Scorpius gently then walked away.
3.
Title: What Lies Undiscovered
Author:
snarkyscorpRating: NC-17
Pairings/Warnings: Implied Harry/Scorpius and passing insinuation of unrequited Harry/Draco; choking kink, roughsex, chan (ADW: 42/16)
Notes: My thank yous are all for N. Love you, babe. <3
The alley is filthy. I can smell everything everyone has ever done here-the excrement, the dried semen, the blood. Worse sins lie undiscovered in Knockturn Alley, but when the knees of my trousers moisten in the puddle of Merlin-knows-what, I cannot help the sickening swell of lust that coils in my stomach.
I am sick for this boy, barely sixteen, barely knowledgeable and yet accepting without hesitation of the bag of gold I drop at his feet. He says, "Shall you call me Draco again?" with the ease of a boy hurt so often he's numb to the pain.
I do not pretend to understand Scorpius' motivations, or my own. It is just dusk as I bring him to hardness. I crave discovery, the thought of losing everything. Maybe he does as well.
Scorpius bites at his schoolboy tie to muffle his moans. It surprises me, how hard I am for his choked grunts of satisfaction. When he comes, I can barely swallow.
I am hard when I stand, and he is scared when my fingers wrap around his white throat. He is so beautiful as his lips turn blue, so pretty in his fright, a pale-haired doll whose fine porcelain face would break with one slap.
"I need this," I tell him, as he whimpers pathetically, twitching, gasping. "I need you."
Just when it is almost too close, just as he goes limp in my arms, I come, and seek his mouth to end it all.