"Seven Shots" [Harry/Scorpius, NC-17]
Title: Seven Shots
Pairing: Harry Potter/Scorpius Malfoy, Albus Severus/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 500
Warnings: cross-gen, angst, infidelity
Beta: None; all mistakes are mine, so feel free to point them out.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Ficlet written for harryscorp100 with the prompt of "glasses."
Scorpius looked at the row of shotglasses on the bar. Seven shots of Firewhiskey. Perhaps that would be enough to forget...
"Easy there, mate," said the barkeep. "You don't want to overdo it now."
Scorpius smirked as he grabbed the first shot. "It's too late for that," he said, saluting the barkeep.
When he downed the first one, it burned, almost enough to quell his burning desire for Harry. The same Harry who left Scorpius when he walked in on Scorpius blowing his son, Albus.
Harry... he thought with a wince. Yes, definitely more alcohol was the solution to this problem.
~*~
Maybe it was the secrecy that drove Scorpius to it. The hiding round corners, the furtive gropes. Scorpius wanted a declaration of love from Harry, not to be just his boy toy.
"Why not?!"
"You are acting like a child," said Harry, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Scorpius sneered. "Well then, you are the one who is fucking a child, Harry." Scorpius said his name like a curse.
Harry's green eyes burned as he shoved Scorpius across his desk. Holding down Scorpius by his neck, Harry growled into Scorpius's ear. "Stop talking. I can put your mouth to much better use."
~*~
It was Harry's rage that pushed Scorpius over the edge...over to Albus.
"Are you sure about this?" Albus bit his lip nervously and Scorpius soothed his worried brow with a kiss.
"It'll be fine," Scorpius said, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Al's trousers. With quick precision, Scorpius was soon on his knees, Albus's cock in his mouth. He looked up at Al's face, scrunched up in pleasure and Scorpius heard footsteps on the staircase outside.
"Albus?" Someone called out from the landing, Scorpius was sure it was him.
The door pushed open, revealing Albus and Scorpius to Harry.
~*~
Scorpius just smirked.
"I just don't understand why?!" Harry buried his face in his hands, his glasses smushed against his cheeks, the very image of a broken man.
"I loved you," he whispered through his hands. Harry raised his face up to Scorpius, his green eyes brimming with tears.
Something in Scorpius broke and he walked to Harry and pulled him into his arms. "I'm sorry."
"No you're not," Harry said, his hands gripping Scorpius with brutal force. Scorpius knew there would be bruises, probably the only marks he'd have left of Harry.
"Never again," he whispered into Scorpius's hair.
~*~
Merlin, thought Scorpius as he blinked. He was practically seeing through Firewhiskey, he drank so much. He still held the seventh shot glass in his hands, desperate for something to hold onto. His fist clenched around the glass, blood leaving his hand.
It was too late to do anything.
A hand clapped on his back. Scorpius looked up from the glass, into the pale eyes of his father.
"Let's go home, son," said Draco, cold gone from his voice, replaced with concern.
Scorpius nodded, numbly. He was tired of the burning he felt, in his eyes and in his heart.
Pairing: Harry Potter/Scorpius Malfoy, Albus Severus/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 500
Warnings: cross-gen, angst, infidelity
Beta: None; all mistakes are mine, so feel free to point them out.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Ficlet written for harryscorp100 with the prompt of "glasses."
Scorpius looked at the row of shotglasses on the bar. Seven shots of Firewhiskey. Perhaps that would be enough to forget...
"Easy there, mate," said the barkeep. "You don't want to overdo it now."
Scorpius smirked as he grabbed the first shot. "It's too late for that," he said, saluting the barkeep.
When he downed the first one, it burned, almost enough to quell his burning desire for Harry. The same Harry who left Scorpius when he walked in on Scorpius blowing his son, Albus.
Harry... he thought with a wince. Yes, definitely more alcohol was the solution to this problem.
~*~
Maybe it was the secrecy that drove Scorpius to it. The hiding round corners, the furtive gropes. Scorpius wanted a declaration of love from Harry, not to be just his boy toy.
"Why not?!"
"You are acting like a child," said Harry, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Scorpius sneered. "Well then, you are the one who is fucking a child, Harry." Scorpius said his name like a curse.
Harry's green eyes burned as he shoved Scorpius across his desk. Holding down Scorpius by his neck, Harry growled into Scorpius's ear. "Stop talking. I can put your mouth to much better use."
~*~
It was Harry's rage that pushed Scorpius over the edge...over to Albus.
"Are you sure about this?" Albus bit his lip nervously and Scorpius soothed his worried brow with a kiss.
"It'll be fine," Scorpius said, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Al's trousers. With quick precision, Scorpius was soon on his knees, Albus's cock in his mouth. He looked up at Al's face, scrunched up in pleasure and Scorpius heard footsteps on the staircase outside.
"Albus?" Someone called out from the landing, Scorpius was sure it was him.
The door pushed open, revealing Albus and Scorpius to Harry.
~*~
Scorpius just smirked.
"I just don't understand why?!" Harry buried his face in his hands, his glasses smushed against his cheeks, the very image of a broken man.
"I loved you," he whispered through his hands. Harry raised his face up to Scorpius, his green eyes brimming with tears.
Something in Scorpius broke and he walked to Harry and pulled him into his arms. "I'm sorry."
"No you're not," Harry said, his hands gripping Scorpius with brutal force. Scorpius knew there would be bruises, probably the only marks he'd have left of Harry.
"Never again," he whispered into Scorpius's hair.
~*~
Merlin, thought Scorpius as he blinked. He was practically seeing through Firewhiskey, he drank so much. He still held the seventh shot glass in his hands, desperate for something to hold onto. His fist clenched around the glass, blood leaving his hand.
It was too late to do anything.
A hand clapped on his back. Scorpius looked up from the glass, into the pale eyes of his father.
"Let's go home, son," said Draco, cold gone from his voice, replaced with concern.
Scorpius nodded, numbly. He was tired of the burning he felt, in his eyes and in his heart.