Oneshot: All in the family - James/Scorpius
Title: All in the family
Beta: brknhalo241
Character(s)/Pairing(s): James/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: underage characters making out (16/15), rough sex, dub-con if you squint, semi-public sex
Word Count: 2257
Summary: It's the last class before James's sixth year winter holidays, and he feels the need to make it up for the long gap.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers, including but not limited to Bloomsbury Publishing Plc. and Scholastic Inc., and Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This story is a work of fiction. Names, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
A/N: Written for hp_nextgen_fest, as a gift for leashy_bebes.
"That's all for today".
As soon as the DADA teacher announced the end of the last class before the winter holidays, the students jumped to their feet and started heading to the exit door while bursting into noisy chatter.
"Just one more minute of your attention, class!" The students turned around, and Professor Potter snickered at the displeased expressions on their faces. "Don't forget your homework. Ten inches of parchment on Inferi, to be handed in next class."
"But, Professor-" A blonde girl with a bob came ahead, voicing her classmates' complaint in such a dull voice that it had James rolling his eyes in annoyance.
"There's no way out of it, Miss Clarke, if you don't wish your House to lose points in the first week back."
"It's Christmas, Professor…" the girl insisted, pouting as she walked closer to Harry's desk. Harry snorted tiredly.
"So what, Miss Clarke?"
"I was just wondering if you could give us a Christmas present and put off the homework submission…"
"I could, Miss Clarke," Harry began and Clarke smiled brightly. "But I won't." The smile dropped quickly from Clarke's face and James tried to refrain from laughing in amusement. He wasn't successful.
"What is the laugh for, Potter? I mean, James." The girl tilted her head down to hide the blush that spread across her pale cheeks.
"Laugh? Oh, please, Clarke!"
"James Potter!"
"What, Da-I mean, Professor?"
"Please, don't get yourself an after-holidays detention. And the same goes for you too, Miss Clarke. All of you, actually."
This time, James snorted, whereas Clarke nodded and then turned comically on her heels to flee the room. She stopped when Harry spoke again, addressing the bunch of sixth year Ravenclaws and Slytherins.
"You'll have two weeks to complete your assignment." Harry smiled kindly at the students. "Have a nice holiday! See you all in two weeks."
Dismissed, the students murmured a quick holiday wish back to Harry, just before engaging in chatting noisily again as they left the room; all, except for one.
James observed as Harry gathered his things and organized them neatly into a tidy, black dragon hide haversack.
"It's a mystery to me-," James began, and Harry startled.
"God! James! I didn't see that you'd stayed behind…" He lowered himself to pick up a few parchments that had dropped to the floor.
"…how you put up with all of this," James completed, laughing.
"With what?!" Harry raised an eyebrow at him.
James snorted. "C'mon, Father, that Clarke girl has been shamelessly flirting with you since the year started." James cocked his head with an amused grin.
"She has?" Harry asked, bemused.
"You can't be serious!" James jumped in protest. "She's always the first one to step up to question you, and she barely lets the other classmates ask questions." Harry only shook his head, in sheer amusement, grinning. "I wouldn't be surprised if she decided to be an Auror, just hoping to be trained by you."
"Merlin, James!" Harry chuckled. "Don't you think you're blowing it out of proportion?" This time, it was James's turn to cock an eyebrow at his father. "What if Miss Clarke does have a crush on me? A lot of school girls have a crush on their teachers. Even Hermione did for a while."
"Aunt Hermione?" James gaped, while Harry nodded.
"Besides, it's quite flattering," Harry completed, shrugging.
"As far as I know, Mother has only ever had a crush on you."
"You mean, before the divorce and the mind-blowing affair turned into belated romance with Dean, right?"
"Yeah, that." James snorted.
It would always be a mystery to him how his father managed to appear so indifferent about that entire matter. It wasn't as if his mother had cheated, as his parents were already divorced, but it bugged James a little to believe that Harry didn't care.
James was pulled back from his thoughts by a light knock on the open door. Before him, Harry raised his head, smiling broadly.
"Good evening, Malfoy. Please, come in."
James turned around to Professor Malfoy still standing at the doorway. Malfoy entered the room, hiding something under his cloak as he did so.
"Good evening, Potter." There was an awkward feeling in the air as Malfoy approached; something James could hardly grasp as he furrowed his brows, observing the two men curiously. "Good evening, Mr. Potter."
"Good evening, Professor."
"So, Potter, have you thought about my offer?"
James turned to Harry, seeking his reaction, and as their gazes met, Harry took up the explanation.
"Malfoy invited us to ring in the New Year at the Manor."
The furrow in James's eyebrows deepened and he opened his mouth in a quiet, surprised 'oh'.
"Malfoy, it would be lovely if that place didn't hold so bad memories for me. You know it does." Harry added to the other man.
"It holds bad memories for me too, Potter." Harry rolled his eyes and then proceeded to organise his bag. "Potter, look at me." He glared up at Professor Malfoy. "I believe it would be good to face the memories. Remember what you once said to me? I believe it's about time to make amends for them."
"Malfoy, please, not again."
"Why not?"
James coughed to call the two men's attention as he readied himself to leave. It was becoming beyond uncomfortable to watch their interaction and not be able to name the tension that filled the room at each word.
"I think I gotta go."
"Enjoy the rest of the day," Harry said, waving at him. "I'll see you at dinner."
James nodded. "Alright." He turned around, smiling. Just as he was reaching the doorway, he turned back around.
"Professor Malfoy," he called and Malfoy, who had resumed his lecturing of Harry, turned to look at him. "I was just wondering… Should I assume that since you're here, it means that you've dismissed your class already as well?"
Malfoy was the brand-new Hogwarts Potions Master, and, if James was not mistaken, he had just been teaching to the fifth year Ravenclaws and Gryffindors.
"Yes, Mr. Potter, I have dismissed my students already." Malfoy smiled, or rather, grinned at him. "Why don't you head up to your common room to gather with your housemates?"
"I will. Thank you, Professor." Malfoy nodded and James turned around with a broad grin on his own face as some wicked, fun ideas swirled in his mind. If he found what-or rather, who-he wanted find, he would hardly have to be able to make it to the common room.
James was on his way up to the Ravenclaw tower when he had a quick glimpse of a white-blond head reaching the top of the spiral staircase. He cocked his head and, drawing his wand from the pocket of his robes, quietly cast a Disillusionment Spell over himself.
He couldn't say that it was quite what he had in mind, but he quickly concluded that cornering Scorpius in the staircase would be fun, despite how tightly winding said staircase was.
James made a soft noise to startle Scorpius and slow him down so he could reach him, and then hurried up the steps, making use of a Muffling Spell he had learned from a classmate.
He reached the top of the staircase to find Scorpius looking around warily and trying to figure out the source of the noise. James had to refrain from giggling. Scorpius looked so adorable when scared and trembling. James wanted to make him tremble for other reasons as well. He wanted to make him tremble and squirm, and moan, and…
Just the mere thought of having himself inside the younger boy was enough to make James hard. He shifted uncomfortably in his tight robes, and quickly removed the Disillusionment Spell before wrapping his arms around Scorpius's torso and shoving him, with care, against the wall.
Scorpius stiffened, almost panicking.
"Shh…" James whispered soothingly in his ear. "It's me, James. I got you! You're okay."
"Fuck! Have you gone mad, James?!"
James pressed himself against Scorpius's back. The younger boy shivered at the feel of James's crotch against his arse.
"James…"
"I have, indeed," James whispered his answer and then nibbled and licked and sucked at Scorpius's ear. "Totally mad for your gorgeous body…" He reached around to undo Scorpius's trousers, and laughed.
"What?" Scorpius tried to escape his grasp, but James held him in place.
"You're not going anywhere, Scorp." James played a little with the zipper. "Ah, Scorp, when will you ever get over your obsession over Muggles? I bet your dad is not pleased."
"I am not obsessed with Muggles," Scorpius murmured between his teeth. "I just happen to like their ideas about fashion."
James hummed in a fake demonstration of agreement. "If you say so… I must admit that the jeans looks good on you, though. I just happen to think you look better without them." Saying that, James yanked Scorpius's trousers open.
"Wait, James!" The Potter boy groaned at Scorpius's sudden reaction as he struggled to reach for him to stop. "We could be caught!"
"I know," He removed Scorpius's hand and proceeded to unzip the boy's trousers. "That makes it even more exciting." James then reached inside Scorpius's briefs, gripping roughly at the half-hard cock. "You don't seem to disagree…"
"Please, James, we'll be expelled," Scorpius more moaned than spoke, but still tried to get free of James's man-handling, just to have the older boy gripping his cock tighter.
"Hardly likely." He let go of Scorpius's cock, just to push the briefs down his thighs, and then resumed his fondling, now bringing his hand down to Scorpius's balls. He rolled them a little, getting a reluctant moan from his boyfriend. "God, Scorpius! I've thought of you all day, during classes, I couldn't wait to feel the heat of your body again."
Scorpius was starting to tremble again, this time not out of fear, and that had James unbuttoning his own trousers while never letting go of Scorpius's bits. He would make him tremble more intensely than that in a little while. The thought made James's already rock-hard cock stir painfully. He quickly cast a Lubrication Spell on both himself and Scorpius's quivering hole
James didn't bother with much preparation as he slowly sank into Scorpius, who moaned a bit different than before.
"Did I hurt you, Scorp?" James breathed, worried, and Scorpius shook his head.
"The burning will go away," he managed to reply in a choked voice. "Just keep going."
"Shh…" James soothed. "Okay. Just try not to be too loud." Scorpius nodded, and then James cast a Disillusionment Spell over both of them, putting his wand back into his pocket, before thrusting again. He didn't have any intention to stop, but he would if Scorpius had asked him to.
It was really hard to keep quiet while fucking that impossibly hot and welcoming hole, and he knew it would be hard for Scorpius as well. But they did their best not to call attention to themselves as their housemates walked by their invisible, linked bodies in the narrow staircase.
Luckily, there was nobody near when they both came, first James and then Scorpius, because it was humanly impossible to stay quiet while having your body filled with such an intense rush of rapturing pleasure. They both collapsed against the stone wall, breathing heavily.
James was faster in catching his breath. He removed the spell that made them invisible and then let his spent cock slip from Scorpius's body.
"Did you know that your dad invited mine to ring in the New Year at your place?" asked James, as he straightened his trousers and school robes.
Scorpius turned around, but remained leaning on the wall, with a curious expression. James leaned closer to him again, capturing his pink lips in a chaste kiss that was almost incongruent with how naughty they had just been.
"So, did you or did you not?" James whispered against his boyfriend's lips, and Scorpius shook his head.
"No, I didn't. Has your dad accepted?"
"I don't know, he seemed a bit reluctant about it." James caressed up the pale skin of Scorpius's jaw line with his fingers, and then entwined them into the soft hair. "Their interaction in my dad's classroom was a tad awkward. Wonder why."
"Perhaps Father didn't tell me about the plans for the New Year because he wasn't sure whether your dad would accept."
"Perhaps…" James breathed, going a little deep in thought.
"James, are you still here?"
James laughed, pressing against Scorpius and nibbling at his earlobe.
"I would put my trousers back on if I were you. And don't worry about the New Year, Dad will say yes." He chuckled as Scorpius gasped in surprise. "However, I'll want to borrow you on Christmas Eve."
James pulled back and headed for the door to the common room, leaving a half-naked and very dumbfounded Scorpius leaning against the wall. James paused and gave Scorpius a mischievous smirk.
"I have a feeling that your father may want to come too."
Beta: brknhalo241
Character(s)/Pairing(s): James/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: underage characters making out (16/15), rough sex, dub-con if you squint, semi-public sex
Word Count: 2257
Summary: It's the last class before James's sixth year winter holidays, and he feels the need to make it up for the long gap.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers, including but not limited to Bloomsbury Publishing Plc. and Scholastic Inc., and Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This story is a work of fiction. Names, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
A/N: Written for hp_nextgen_fest, as a gift for leashy_bebes.
"That's all for today".
As soon as the DADA teacher announced the end of the last class before the winter holidays, the students jumped to their feet and started heading to the exit door while bursting into noisy chatter.
"Just one more minute of your attention, class!" The students turned around, and Professor Potter snickered at the displeased expressions on their faces. "Don't forget your homework. Ten inches of parchment on Inferi, to be handed in next class."
"But, Professor-" A blonde girl with a bob came ahead, voicing her classmates' complaint in such a dull voice that it had James rolling his eyes in annoyance.
"There's no way out of it, Miss Clarke, if you don't wish your House to lose points in the first week back."
"It's Christmas, Professor…" the girl insisted, pouting as she walked closer to Harry's desk. Harry snorted tiredly.
"So what, Miss Clarke?"
"I was just wondering if you could give us a Christmas present and put off the homework submission…"
"I could, Miss Clarke," Harry began and Clarke smiled brightly. "But I won't." The smile dropped quickly from Clarke's face and James tried to refrain from laughing in amusement. He wasn't successful.
"What is the laugh for, Potter? I mean, James." The girl tilted her head down to hide the blush that spread across her pale cheeks.
"Laugh? Oh, please, Clarke!"
"James Potter!"
"What, Da-I mean, Professor?"
"Please, don't get yourself an after-holidays detention. And the same goes for you too, Miss Clarke. All of you, actually."
This time, James snorted, whereas Clarke nodded and then turned comically on her heels to flee the room. She stopped when Harry spoke again, addressing the bunch of sixth year Ravenclaws and Slytherins.
"You'll have two weeks to complete your assignment." Harry smiled kindly at the students. "Have a nice holiday! See you all in two weeks."
Dismissed, the students murmured a quick holiday wish back to Harry, just before engaging in chatting noisily again as they left the room; all, except for one.
James observed as Harry gathered his things and organized them neatly into a tidy, black dragon hide haversack.
"It's a mystery to me-," James began, and Harry startled.
"God! James! I didn't see that you'd stayed behind…" He lowered himself to pick up a few parchments that had dropped to the floor.
"…how you put up with all of this," James completed, laughing.
"With what?!" Harry raised an eyebrow at him.
James snorted. "C'mon, Father, that Clarke girl has been shamelessly flirting with you since the year started." James cocked his head with an amused grin.
"She has?" Harry asked, bemused.
"You can't be serious!" James jumped in protest. "She's always the first one to step up to question you, and she barely lets the other classmates ask questions." Harry only shook his head, in sheer amusement, grinning. "I wouldn't be surprised if she decided to be an Auror, just hoping to be trained by you."
"Merlin, James!" Harry chuckled. "Don't you think you're blowing it out of proportion?" This time, it was James's turn to cock an eyebrow at his father. "What if Miss Clarke does have a crush on me? A lot of school girls have a crush on their teachers. Even Hermione did for a while."
"Aunt Hermione?" James gaped, while Harry nodded.
"Besides, it's quite flattering," Harry completed, shrugging.
"As far as I know, Mother has only ever had a crush on you."
"You mean, before the divorce and the mind-blowing affair turned into belated romance with Dean, right?"
"Yeah, that." James snorted.
It would always be a mystery to him how his father managed to appear so indifferent about that entire matter. It wasn't as if his mother had cheated, as his parents were already divorced, but it bugged James a little to believe that Harry didn't care.
James was pulled back from his thoughts by a light knock on the open door. Before him, Harry raised his head, smiling broadly.
"Good evening, Malfoy. Please, come in."
James turned around to Professor Malfoy still standing at the doorway. Malfoy entered the room, hiding something under his cloak as he did so.
"Good evening, Potter." There was an awkward feeling in the air as Malfoy approached; something James could hardly grasp as he furrowed his brows, observing the two men curiously. "Good evening, Mr. Potter."
"Good evening, Professor."
"So, Potter, have you thought about my offer?"
James turned to Harry, seeking his reaction, and as their gazes met, Harry took up the explanation.
"Malfoy invited us to ring in the New Year at the Manor."
The furrow in James's eyebrows deepened and he opened his mouth in a quiet, surprised 'oh'.
"Malfoy, it would be lovely if that place didn't hold so bad memories for me. You know it does." Harry added to the other man.
"It holds bad memories for me too, Potter." Harry rolled his eyes and then proceeded to organise his bag. "Potter, look at me." He glared up at Professor Malfoy. "I believe it would be good to face the memories. Remember what you once said to me? I believe it's about time to make amends for them."
"Malfoy, please, not again."
"Why not?"
James coughed to call the two men's attention as he readied himself to leave. It was becoming beyond uncomfortable to watch their interaction and not be able to name the tension that filled the room at each word.
"I think I gotta go."
"Enjoy the rest of the day," Harry said, waving at him. "I'll see you at dinner."
James nodded. "Alright." He turned around, smiling. Just as he was reaching the doorway, he turned back around.
"Professor Malfoy," he called and Malfoy, who had resumed his lecturing of Harry, turned to look at him. "I was just wondering… Should I assume that since you're here, it means that you've dismissed your class already as well?"
Malfoy was the brand-new Hogwarts Potions Master, and, if James was not mistaken, he had just been teaching to the fifth year Ravenclaws and Gryffindors.
"Yes, Mr. Potter, I have dismissed my students already." Malfoy smiled, or rather, grinned at him. "Why don't you head up to your common room to gather with your housemates?"
"I will. Thank you, Professor." Malfoy nodded and James turned around with a broad grin on his own face as some wicked, fun ideas swirled in his mind. If he found what-or rather, who-he wanted find, he would hardly have to be able to make it to the common room.
James was on his way up to the Ravenclaw tower when he had a quick glimpse of a white-blond head reaching the top of the spiral staircase. He cocked his head and, drawing his wand from the pocket of his robes, quietly cast a Disillusionment Spell over himself.
He couldn't say that it was quite what he had in mind, but he quickly concluded that cornering Scorpius in the staircase would be fun, despite how tightly winding said staircase was.
James made a soft noise to startle Scorpius and slow him down so he could reach him, and then hurried up the steps, making use of a Muffling Spell he had learned from a classmate.
He reached the top of the staircase to find Scorpius looking around warily and trying to figure out the source of the noise. James had to refrain from giggling. Scorpius looked so adorable when scared and trembling. James wanted to make him tremble for other reasons as well. He wanted to make him tremble and squirm, and moan, and…
Just the mere thought of having himself inside the younger boy was enough to make James hard. He shifted uncomfortably in his tight robes, and quickly removed the Disillusionment Spell before wrapping his arms around Scorpius's torso and shoving him, with care, against the wall.
Scorpius stiffened, almost panicking.
"Shh…" James whispered soothingly in his ear. "It's me, James. I got you! You're okay."
"Fuck! Have you gone mad, James?!"
James pressed himself against Scorpius's back. The younger boy shivered at the feel of James's crotch against his arse.
"James…"
"I have, indeed," James whispered his answer and then nibbled and licked and sucked at Scorpius's ear. "Totally mad for your gorgeous body…" He reached around to undo Scorpius's trousers, and laughed.
"What?" Scorpius tried to escape his grasp, but James held him in place.
"You're not going anywhere, Scorp." James played a little with the zipper. "Ah, Scorp, when will you ever get over your obsession over Muggles? I bet your dad is not pleased."
"I am not obsessed with Muggles," Scorpius murmured between his teeth. "I just happen to like their ideas about fashion."
James hummed in a fake demonstration of agreement. "If you say so… I must admit that the jeans looks good on you, though. I just happen to think you look better without them." Saying that, James yanked Scorpius's trousers open.
"Wait, James!" The Potter boy groaned at Scorpius's sudden reaction as he struggled to reach for him to stop. "We could be caught!"
"I know," He removed Scorpius's hand and proceeded to unzip the boy's trousers. "That makes it even more exciting." James then reached inside Scorpius's briefs, gripping roughly at the half-hard cock. "You don't seem to disagree…"
"Please, James, we'll be expelled," Scorpius more moaned than spoke, but still tried to get free of James's man-handling, just to have the older boy gripping his cock tighter.
"Hardly likely." He let go of Scorpius's cock, just to push the briefs down his thighs, and then resumed his fondling, now bringing his hand down to Scorpius's balls. He rolled them a little, getting a reluctant moan from his boyfriend. "God, Scorpius! I've thought of you all day, during classes, I couldn't wait to feel the heat of your body again."
Scorpius was starting to tremble again, this time not out of fear, and that had James unbuttoning his own trousers while never letting go of Scorpius's bits. He would make him tremble more intensely than that in a little while. The thought made James's already rock-hard cock stir painfully. He quickly cast a Lubrication Spell on both himself and Scorpius's quivering hole
James didn't bother with much preparation as he slowly sank into Scorpius, who moaned a bit different than before.
"Did I hurt you, Scorp?" James breathed, worried, and Scorpius shook his head.
"The burning will go away," he managed to reply in a choked voice. "Just keep going."
"Shh…" James soothed. "Okay. Just try not to be too loud." Scorpius nodded, and then James cast a Disillusionment Spell over both of them, putting his wand back into his pocket, before thrusting again. He didn't have any intention to stop, but he would if Scorpius had asked him to.
It was really hard to keep quiet while fucking that impossibly hot and welcoming hole, and he knew it would be hard for Scorpius as well. But they did their best not to call attention to themselves as their housemates walked by their invisible, linked bodies in the narrow staircase.
Luckily, there was nobody near when they both came, first James and then Scorpius, because it was humanly impossible to stay quiet while having your body filled with such an intense rush of rapturing pleasure. They both collapsed against the stone wall, breathing heavily.
James was faster in catching his breath. He removed the spell that made them invisible and then let his spent cock slip from Scorpius's body.
"Did you know that your dad invited mine to ring in the New Year at your place?" asked James, as he straightened his trousers and school robes.
Scorpius turned around, but remained leaning on the wall, with a curious expression. James leaned closer to him again, capturing his pink lips in a chaste kiss that was almost incongruent with how naughty they had just been.
"So, did you or did you not?" James whispered against his boyfriend's lips, and Scorpius shook his head.
"No, I didn't. Has your dad accepted?"
"I don't know, he seemed a bit reluctant about it." James caressed up the pale skin of Scorpius's jaw line with his fingers, and then entwined them into the soft hair. "Their interaction in my dad's classroom was a tad awkward. Wonder why."
"Perhaps Father didn't tell me about the plans for the New Year because he wasn't sure whether your dad would accept."
"Perhaps…" James breathed, going a little deep in thought.
"James, are you still here?"
James laughed, pressing against Scorpius and nibbling at his earlobe.
"I would put my trousers back on if I were you. And don't worry about the New Year, Dad will say yes." He chuckled as Scorpius gasped in surprise. "However, I'll want to borrow you on Christmas Eve."
James pulled back and headed for the door to the common room, leaving a half-naked and very dumbfounded Scorpius leaning against the wall. James paused and gave Scorpius a mischievous smirk.
"I have a feeling that your father may want to come too."