Discretion, Part Five
Title: Discretion, PART V
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 365
Pairing: Draco/James Sirius + Harry/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17 (entire series)
Warnings: Age difference. Professor/Student. Mention of underage sex.
Created for: hogwarts365 prompt 149: Denial
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Unbetaed. Please note, this story is going to take a weird turn, or at least in my book, anyway. The characters are desperate, and really fucked up. LOL. I hope you enjoy.
Continuation of the DISCRETION series. ( PART ONE / PART TWO / Part THREE / PART FOUR)
"And what are you doing with my son?" Draco asked. What Potter had just told him had nearly yanked the floor from under him. Potter was aware he and James, were fucking. It wasn't more than that. He didn't think James was taking it as if they were in a relationship.
From the beginning, James had told Draco he fancied him, sexualised him, but never anything more. They'd never discussed feelings. Now, he was starting to worry that perhaps, James had feelings for him. That nearly sent him in another panic.
"Nothing," Potter said, not meeting Draco's eye.
"Are you bloody serious?" Draco snapped. "My son is fucking fifteen years old, Potter. Surely you-"
"I haven't touched him. I mean, not that way. There's nothing…" Potter said, quietly. He was clearly guilty of something, and Draco wanted to know exactly what it was.
He took out his wand and quickly pressed it under Potter's chin. "You need to tell me exactly what my son was doing here, Potter. What you'd been doing with him on the Hogwarts Express that day?"
Potter chuckled. "You mean when you were fucking James in the toilet?"
"We've already discussed James is of age…"
"We haven't discussed anything, Draco," Potter said, and Draco felt chill rush down his spine. Potter never called him by his first name. And the way he'd said it…it was rather peculiar.
"My son is fifteen," Draco said. When Potter didn't say anything, Draco added, "How long has nothing been going on?"
"On his fifteenth birthday..." Potter gulped, "I watched him. He'd come over to hang out with Al, and when Al was in the shower, I watched him touch himself. He was a few feet away from me. I didn't touch him."
"You've never touched him?"
"I...I sucked him off..." Potter paused. "...on the train. That day when you saw us..."
"And?" Draco asked, now fully furious. If James had approached him, wanting to fuck, to touch, anything at fifteen, he would’ve refused him. He was sure of it.
At least, he told himself that.
"What else, Potter?" Draco demanded. Potter looked so guilty Draco was sure there was a lot more coming. PART SIX
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 365
Pairing: Draco/James Sirius + Harry/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17 (entire series)
Warnings: Age difference. Professor/Student. Mention of underage sex.
Created for: hogwarts365 prompt 149: Denial
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Unbetaed. Please note, this story is going to take a weird turn, or at least in my book, anyway. The characters are desperate, and really fucked up. LOL. I hope you enjoy.
Continuation of the DISCRETION series. ( PART ONE / PART TWO / Part THREE / PART FOUR)
"And what are you doing with my son?" Draco asked. What Potter had just told him had nearly yanked the floor from under him. Potter was aware he and James, were fucking. It wasn't more than that. He didn't think James was taking it as if they were in a relationship.
From the beginning, James had told Draco he fancied him, sexualised him, but never anything more. They'd never discussed feelings. Now, he was starting to worry that perhaps, James had feelings for him. That nearly sent him in another panic.
"Nothing," Potter said, not meeting Draco's eye.
"Are you bloody serious?" Draco snapped. "My son is fucking fifteen years old, Potter. Surely you-"
"I haven't touched him. I mean, not that way. There's nothing…" Potter said, quietly. He was clearly guilty of something, and Draco wanted to know exactly what it was.
He took out his wand and quickly pressed it under Potter's chin. "You need to tell me exactly what my son was doing here, Potter. What you'd been doing with him on the Hogwarts Express that day?"
Potter chuckled. "You mean when you were fucking James in the toilet?"
"We've already discussed James is of age…"
"We haven't discussed anything, Draco," Potter said, and Draco felt chill rush down his spine. Potter never called him by his first name. And the way he'd said it…it was rather peculiar.
"My son is fifteen," Draco said. When Potter didn't say anything, Draco added, "How long has nothing been going on?"
"On his fifteenth birthday..." Potter gulped, "I watched him. He'd come over to hang out with Al, and when Al was in the shower, I watched him touch himself. He was a few feet away from me. I didn't touch him."
"You've never touched him?"
"I...I sucked him off..." Potter paused. "...on the train. That day when you saw us..."
"And?" Draco asked, now fully furious. If James had approached him, wanting to fuck, to touch, anything at fifteen, he would’ve refused him. He was sure of it.
At least, he told himself that.
"What else, Potter?" Draco demanded. Potter looked so guilty Draco was sure there was a lot more coming. PART SIX