Ficlet: 'Date' HP/SM R
Title - Date
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - marguerite_26
Rating - R
Word Count - ~700
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Scorpius
Warnings - Slash, Cross!Gen
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - With threats levelled against the entire Malfoy family, Harry Potter is assigned to Scorpius Malfoy's protection detail, tasked with keeping him alive until the threat is neutralised. Now if only Harry could get his mind out of the gutter, and Scorpius could stop behaving like a tease, things would be just fine…
Author's Notes - Counts to prompt #11 Dance from my 100quills Harry/Scorpius Table and prompt #8 Paranoia from my mission_insane Unthemed Table Six
Second part of the Protection Detail Arc . Go here to start at the beginning
Harry had learned a lot in the past hour. He'd learned that bouncers were passive aggressive bastards, who had to be reminded exactly who he was before they let him into the club with his assault wand. He'd learned that clubs these days charged three times as much for a glass of coke as they did for a shot of vodka. And he'd learned that Scorpius Malfoy was as gay as the day was long.
Realistically, Harry supposed he should have known that already. His children had gone through school with Scorpius - Al had even had a tenuous almost-friendship with him. Well, a ceasefire at least. And there was no way that it would have stayed out of the vile Society section in the Prophet, the entire section an excuse to report torrid, scandalous gossip and present it as news.
And yet, Harry had been surprised when Scorpius greeted a tall, athletic-looking man with a smile and a wink.
Sitting at the bar, Harry kept Scorpius in his line of sight at all times. The club had dampening charms to prevent magic being cast, which his assault wand could cheerfully break, hence the ire of the bouncers. But that didn't stop a physical attack, and Harry's professional paranoia had led him to keeping his eye on half a dozen people who looked suspect. Of course, they could just be jealous of the fine specimen of a man Scorpius was currently wrapping himself around on the dance floor, but Harry wasn't taking any chances.
"I'm leaving."
"So soon?" Harry injected saccharine sympathy into his voice. He was apparently regressing to his teenage years, unable to resist taunting a Malfoy.
"Well, when I mentioned a middle aged man would be in the room next door, Simon seemed rather reluctant to come home so we could fuck each other senseless. I may choose death over this Potter-induced celibacy."
Draining his coke, Harry stood up and drew his wand surreptitiously. "That may be a blessing in disguise. Adolescents are infamous for fast finishes, and I wouldn't want you to embarrass yourself."
Whatever Scorpius snapped in response was lost in the beat of the music, and Harry grabbed his arm none too gently, leading Scorpius not to the front doors, but to the back. Opening the door, Harry poked his head out and glanced around the alleyway. A light over the doorway afforded him vision, and once he was satisfied that the alleyway was deserted, Harry led Scorpius outside.
"Does it turn you on, manhandling me like this?"
"Not half as much as it does you. Now shut up, I suppose I'd have to pretend to be upset if I spliced your mouth off Apparating." Harry's verbal sparring abilities had improved with each child that went through puberty, but even he was amazed that he was holding his own in a match with a Malfoy. Checking the alleyway once more, Harry pulled Scorpius to his side, ignoring the indignant huff and Apparated them both back into Scorpius' flat.
"I'm going to bed," Scorpius announced as soon as they'd touched down in his lounge, yanking his arm out of Harry's grip and all but flouncing away. "Try not to damage anything, or wank yourself too raw at the thought of me."
Harry ignored the jibe, waiting until the door to Scorpius' room had closed before he began setting wards. Satisfied that they were safe, Harry headed to the door opposite Scorpius' and stepped into the bedroom, sneering at the frivolous pillows piled on the bed and Banishing them to the floor with a wave of his wand. Putting his own wand on the bedside table, Harry secured his attack wand next to it, under wards that would break only for him, and climbed into the bed. He doubted he'd get much sleep, but he knew he should try. Closing his eyes, Harry carefully did not think about tattoos, on Scorpius or otherwise, as he relaxed his body and chased after sleep.
School
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - marguerite_26
Rating - R
Word Count - ~700
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Scorpius
Warnings - Slash, Cross!Gen
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - With threats levelled against the entire Malfoy family, Harry Potter is assigned to Scorpius Malfoy's protection detail, tasked with keeping him alive until the threat is neutralised. Now if only Harry could get his mind out of the gutter, and Scorpius could stop behaving like a tease, things would be just fine…
Author's Notes - Counts to prompt #11 Dance from my 100quills Harry/Scorpius Table and prompt #8 Paranoia from my mission_insane Unthemed Table Six
Second part of the Protection Detail Arc . Go here to start at the beginning
Harry had learned a lot in the past hour. He'd learned that bouncers were passive aggressive bastards, who had to be reminded exactly who he was before they let him into the club with his assault wand. He'd learned that clubs these days charged three times as much for a glass of coke as they did for a shot of vodka. And he'd learned that Scorpius Malfoy was as gay as the day was long.
Realistically, Harry supposed he should have known that already. His children had gone through school with Scorpius - Al had even had a tenuous almost-friendship with him. Well, a ceasefire at least. And there was no way that it would have stayed out of the vile Society section in the Prophet, the entire section an excuse to report torrid, scandalous gossip and present it as news.
And yet, Harry had been surprised when Scorpius greeted a tall, athletic-looking man with a smile and a wink.
Sitting at the bar, Harry kept Scorpius in his line of sight at all times. The club had dampening charms to prevent magic being cast, which his assault wand could cheerfully break, hence the ire of the bouncers. But that didn't stop a physical attack, and Harry's professional paranoia had led him to keeping his eye on half a dozen people who looked suspect. Of course, they could just be jealous of the fine specimen of a man Scorpius was currently wrapping himself around on the dance floor, but Harry wasn't taking any chances.
"I'm leaving."
"So soon?" Harry injected saccharine sympathy into his voice. He was apparently regressing to his teenage years, unable to resist taunting a Malfoy.
"Well, when I mentioned a middle aged man would be in the room next door, Simon seemed rather reluctant to come home so we could fuck each other senseless. I may choose death over this Potter-induced celibacy."
Draining his coke, Harry stood up and drew his wand surreptitiously. "That may be a blessing in disguise. Adolescents are infamous for fast finishes, and I wouldn't want you to embarrass yourself."
Whatever Scorpius snapped in response was lost in the beat of the music, and Harry grabbed his arm none too gently, leading Scorpius not to the front doors, but to the back. Opening the door, Harry poked his head out and glanced around the alleyway. A light over the doorway afforded him vision, and once he was satisfied that the alleyway was deserted, Harry led Scorpius outside.
"Does it turn you on, manhandling me like this?"
"Not half as much as it does you. Now shut up, I suppose I'd have to pretend to be upset if I spliced your mouth off Apparating." Harry's verbal sparring abilities had improved with each child that went through puberty, but even he was amazed that he was holding his own in a match with a Malfoy. Checking the alleyway once more, Harry pulled Scorpius to his side, ignoring the indignant huff and Apparated them both back into Scorpius' flat.
"I'm going to bed," Scorpius announced as soon as they'd touched down in his lounge, yanking his arm out of Harry's grip and all but flouncing away. "Try not to damage anything, or wank yourself too raw at the thought of me."
Harry ignored the jibe, waiting until the door to Scorpius' room had closed before he began setting wards. Satisfied that they were safe, Harry headed to the door opposite Scorpius' and stepped into the bedroom, sneering at the frivolous pillows piled on the bed and Banishing them to the floor with a wave of his wand. Putting his own wand on the bedside table, Harry secured his attack wand next to it, under wards that would break only for him, and climbed into the bed. He doubted he'd get much sleep, but he knew he should try. Closing his eyes, Harry carefully did not think about tattoos, on Scorpius or otherwise, as he relaxed his body and chased after sleep.
School