Fic: Promises Kept (Scorpius/Theodore Nott), NC-17
Recipient: The Community
Title: Promises Kept and Promises Broken
Pairing(s): Theodore Nott/Scorpius Malfoy
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Cross Gen; Explicit Sex; Smoking; A little bit of dirty talk, rough sex and oral; Questionable Morality
Summary: Scorpius Malfoy has made a promise to himself, and Theodore Nott is as good a means to the end as any. Whatever the cost.
Word Count: 4000
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s notes: This prompt was a lot of fun, and I hope you enjoy this! Many thanks to my awesome betas, and the fantastic Mods.
Scorpius was not a silent boy by nature. When there was silence, he felt compelled to fill it. This explained why the entire dinner table was looking at him.
It wasn't exactly his fault. Conversation had stilted over the cheese board, and Scorpius had asked, quite without thinking, where Theodore had been for the past few months.
His mother had a tight, tense look on her face, the worried look she wore when Scorpius and his father were fighting and it could either end happily, or wands would be drawn. His father was staring so intently at a piece of brie you'd think it contained the cure for Lycanthropy in the wax. And Theodore was looking at Scorpius with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.
Theodore had been his father's friend for as long as Scorpius could remember, but Scorpius actually knew very little about him. He was the tall, dark, brooding type. He sat mainly in silence and spoke mainly in cynicism, showing up at all hours of the night and drinking with Scorpius' father in the study. As he grew up, Scorpius got the sense that his mother disapproved of Theodore, but he couldn't imagine why. Theodore was everything Scorpius imagined a refined, pureblood bachelor should be. A different woman - or man - at every engagement, a beautiful home that Scorpius had only ever seen in pictures, and a source of income that was part-inheritance, part-business savvy, and part dealings which Scorpius imagined were above the law.
Picking up the knife, Theodore carefully sliced off a piece of cheddar and took his time lining the cheese up on a cracker before he finally set the knife back on the board.
"Rehab."
Scorpius wasn't entirely sure how to respond, but before he could open his mouth and let it run off without him, his mother cleared her throat.
"Draco, you were telling us about a new potion?"
~-~-~-~-~
Listening to his Dad talk about potions was hardly Scorpius' idea of a good night, so at the earliest opportunity he excused himself from the dinner table and went up to bed. There was a letter waiting on his pillow, and Scorpius took it with him into the bathroom, getting comfortable in the warm water before he split the seal and unfolded the parchment. He recognised Priscilla's handwriting, and Summoned over his cigarettes. He'd need help to get through another of her missives. Just like her mother, the youngest Parkinson could talk for days. No wonder her father had done a midnight flit - Scorpius could barely last fifteen minutes in Pansy's presence. Priscilla was easier to bear - he quite liked her at times, and she was a useful friend to have.
Putting the cigarette between his lips, Scorpius flicked his wand and used the little flame that burst out of the tip to light the end of his cigarette, inhaling deeply and watching the flare of flowing red at the end of the stick. That was much better. It took two and a half cigarettes, but Scorpius finally reached the end of the letter. That should have brought sweet respite, but Priscilla's closing sentence made Scorpius groan.
Don't forget your promise, Malfoy.
His promise. His stupid little promise to himself, shared with Priscilla in a moment of drunken insanity. Scorpius had revealed that he had no intention of going off to Healer school in France while he was still a virgin. It wasn't that he had no interest; it was quite the opposite in fact. Girls and boys queued up around the castle to get a date with him, but Scorpius didn't want one of his contemporaries. He wanted a role model. Someone he could look up to, someone who had the experience of the world in their eyes.
Just thinking about the kind of man he wanted heated Scorpius' blood, so he stubbed the cigarette out carelessly, tossing Priscilla's missive aside to be replied to at a better time. Sinking further into the water, Scorpius reached for the bottle of oil cleverly hidden in amongst the bath salts, and decided he deserved a little alone time.
~-~-~-~-~
Scorpius had never meant to fixate on Theodore. But as the summer slipped away from him, and his first year of Healer training got ever closer, Scorpius found himself bumping into Theodore more and more. It didn't help that Theodore seemed to have moved into their house. Most nights he was there at dinner, and most mornings he was there for breakfast. He moved silently through the corridors, avoiding Scorpius' mother and cajoling Scorpius' father into chess games and brandy. When he wasn't with Draco, Theodore was in the library, sitting elegantly in one of the wingback chairs with a book in his hands. Scorpius tried not to spend too much time with Theodore, because he never knew what to say. He'd always had a strange fascination with Theodore, and he wanted to know more about the quiet man who seemed to have it all but always had a dull sheen in his eyes. Scorpius longed to sit down and ask Theodore every question under the sun, but he knew that would be inappropriate.
The arrival of his NEWT results distracted Scorpius for awhile, allowing him to focus on finalising plans and accepting praise, instead of on the spectre that was haunting the house. And of course, his mother demanded that a party be thrown. Scorpius managed to barter her down, managed to convince her to combine it with the summer ball she always threw, agreeing to give a quick speech if she would refrain from Owling everyone she knew to crow over her clever son.
Besides, the ball would provide a brilliant opportunity for Scorpius to find an attractive man to take to bed.
~-~-~-~-~
Scorpius didn't know what he had expected, but it wasn't this. The ball was as dull as always, and Theodore stood by the bar, as always. But tonight, he was alone. No pretty young thing hanging off his arm - no pretty young thing anywhere near him in fact - and a quiet determination in the way he sank shots. Scorpius was transfixed.
"You've got no chance."
Swearing softly, Scorpius turned around and glared at Priscilla. "At what?"
"Don't play dumb, Scorpius, I'm better at it. You've been watching Nott all night. This puppy-dog admiration is sickening."
"Just because he knocked you back, Priscilla, there's no need to be nasty."
She scoffed, but she flicked her hair off her shoulder; her little tell that she was feeling threatened over her appeal. Scorpius debated teasing her further, but decided to refrain. "I have every chance."
"Really? You think he's been staying at the Manor for the past few weeks to get closer to you?"
There was something, something tiny and almost invisible, in her words, but Scorpius heard it. "Do you know something I don't know?"
"I know nothing. Except that you've got a week and a half left, and throwing yourself at Nott might be your best bet."
"Why are you so bothered?"
"I barely remember being a virgin. I'm living vicariously through you."
Scorpius scoffed, but perhaps she had a point. Theodore was available, he was alone, and he was the best looking man in the room. Barring Scorpius, of course. Downing his drink and passing the glass to Priscilla, Scorpius straightened his robes and strode out across the room. It took time to dodge all the well-wishers, being ever-mindful of the people he had to be polite to, to help his parents' careers, and the people he could ignore happily. When he finally made it over to the bar, Scorpius was ready for another drink, and slid onto one of the barstools gracefully. "Firewhisky, double, no ice. What are you drinking, Theodore?"
There was no response, and Scorpius chanced a look over at Theodore. Theodore was watching him, a thoughtful expression on his face. Finally, he spoke, and it was not to reveal his tipple of choice.
"Stop making 'fuck-me' eyes at me across the room. You're young enough to be my son."
The whisky was put down in front of him, but Scorpius had temporarily forgotten how to drink. Or speak. Or think. Priscilla would spend the rest of her life crowing about being right, he'd die a virgin, and he'd just been rejected by someone he'd had more than one wank fantasy about.
Scorpius wasn't having that.
Picking the glass up and bringing it to his lips, Scorpius sipped the whisky and kept his face straight as the bitter liquid slipped down his throat. Setting the glass back down on the coaster, each move carefully measured, Scorpius let his mouth run away with him. "Age has never held you up before, has it?"
"Fine, then because you're my best friend's son."
"You know, I thought tall blondes were overrepresented in your choice of dates. And that would explain why you and Mother don't get on, and why you're always around at the Manor..." Scorpius let his voice trail off, waiting to see what Theodore would say. But Theodore remained silent, and Scorpius could feel himself losing control of the situation. "You could call me Draco, if it got you off."
"Believe me, I have no interest in your father. And your assumptions are incorrect."
Scorpius shrugged, picking up his glass again and downing the remaining contents in a single gulp. "I assumed there'd be nothing you'd like more than first go at someone far younger and tighter than you. I suppose I was wrong."
For a brief moment, total shock registered on Theodore's face, and Scorpius allowed himself to hope, quietly, that he might get what he wanted this evening. Sliding off the stool again, Scorpius reached into his robes and pulled out his silver cigarette case. "Excuse me."
It was a risk, he knew that. But Scorpius made his way back across the ballroom and out through the patio doors. The patio was decorated and full of couples and children, so Scorpius moved further afield, stepping onto the gazebo and lighting up a smoke. As he inhaled and exhaled, sending up little puffs of smoke in a steady rhythm, Scorpius began to wonder if he'd looked alluring enough, sounded enough like he knew what he was doing. He was so used to people throwing themselves at him that he had forgotten how to flirt. Very nearly nineteen years old, and unable to flirt.
He dropped his cigarette in shock when arms snuck around his waist, and quickly stamped it out before the entire gazebo went up in flames. Before he could question, he'd been spun round and Theodore's lips were over his, pressing down almost painfully as his body was pulled into line with Theodore's own. Rough hands pulled open his robes, and it was every bit as intoxicating and arousing as Scorpius had imagined. This was what he wanted; someone older and wiser to show him what was what. And from the glint in Theodore's eye, Scorpius suspected he was in to be shown a lot.
Shivering when Theodore pushed his robes open, Scorpius broke the kiss and tipped his head towards the house. "Want to go inside?"
"No. I want to fuck you out in the open where everyone can watch." The change in Theodore was almost feral. No more was he quiet and reserved; now his eyes were wild and his chest was heaving with every breath he took.
Before Scorpius could think of a response to that - and really, what response was there? - he was pushed down to his knees, one of Theodore's hands in his hair while the other was undoing his robes. Scorpius had never been further than the belt with any boy, though he'd had plenty going below his. So to have a cock, stiff and leaking, right in front of his face surprised him somewhat. But when his lips parted, Theodore clearly took that as an invitation. Before Scorpius could really register what was happening, Theodore was guiding his cock into Scorpius' mouth, forcing Scorpius' jaw open. Theodore's skin tasted clean, the sticky drops of moisture at the tip of his cock tasted salty, but Scorpius had no time to get used to either flavour. Theodore kept pushing forwards, both hands in Scorpius' hair now. As the tip of his cock bumped against the back of Scorpius' throat, Scorpius felt himself starting to gag, but Theodore didn't seem to realise. He kept pushing forwards until Scorpius could feel wiry hairs against his face. Only then did Theodore draw back, pulling his cock all the way out of Scorpius' mouth and leaving Scorpius gasping for breath. A single strand of saliva linked from the tip of Theodore's cock to Scorpius' bottom lip, and Theodore moved one hand to catch it up and smooth it over Scorpius' lips.
"You look so good with my cock in your mouth."
Scorpius nodded, but his head was stilled and then Theodore was pushing forwards again. Scorpius didn't know what to do, so he did nothing. It got easier, the more Theodore thrust in and out, and once Scorpius was used to the rhythm and the feel of Theodore in his mouth - and the steady stream of saliva that spilled down his chin - he found himself actually enjoying the experience. He could hear Theodore's breathing catching, could feel the muscles in Theodore's thighs trembling, and Scorpius shut his eyes as he listened to the sound of music coming softly from the house.
When Theodore pulled away, Scorpius opened his eyes, looking up as Theodore fumbled in his pocket, producing a bottle of oil and dropping onto his knees. "Get on your hands and knees."
It wasn't that Scorpius was reluctant, but this wasn't what he had expected. Still, it was sex, with someone he admired, and it was only for one night. He could learn a lot from Theodore, and Scorpius turned around obligingly, propping up on his hands and knees and wiggling his arse enticingly. He could smell the heavy scent of the oil, could hear it slicking against Theodore's skin. Against his shaft.
"Are you going to... Oh!" Scorpius' entire body tensed up as something firm and thick slipped into his arse. He'd expected some stretching, at least, but clearly Theodore didn't bother with such pleasantries.
More surprising than the cock in him was the hand that clapped down around his mouth. He could feel the weight of Theodore along his back, and Theodore's breath was hot when he whispered in Scorpius' ear, "Be quiet, unless you want the whole room running outside to watch you begging for my cock."
Even if he'd wanted to make noise and draw everyone outside, Scorpius couldn't have; Theodore's hand was clamped tightly over his mouth, and all Scorpius could do was grunt and try to breathe through his nose as Theodore slid into him. The burning stretch was almost too much to bear, and Scorpius could feel his eyes welling up. Surely it wasn't meant to be like this?
Theodore stilled against him for a few moments, breathing heavily and swearing under his breath. Just when Scorpius was getting used to the stretch, Theodore started moving again, pulling out and then thrusting back in forcefully. It jolted Scorpius forwards, sprawling his chest against the floor while his arse stayed up in the air. Theodore's hand slipped away from his mouth and down to clamp around Scorpius' wrist, pinning it to the floor as Theodore thrust roughly. Scorpius' wrist was an anchorage point, much like his hip, and he knew there would be sets of bruises there in the morning.
He'd have cared, maybe even made Theodore promise to heal them, if it had still been uncomfortable. But with each thrust, Scorpius' body was relaxing into the act a little more. It was almost pleasurable now, and his cock was filling out again as Theodore curled over his back and whispered filth in his ear. Scorpius would never have thought that Theodore was capable of whispering the things he said, suggest the things he claimed he wanted to do to Scorpius. Promises to tie Scorpius up, spank him, make him beg, name-dropping a dozen men he'd like to see Scorpius suck and fuck, like to share Scorpius' arse with. And Scorpius' couldn't deny that it was erotic; he was more turned on than he'd ever been. He'd succeeded, he'd kept his promise to himself and kept it with someone better than most people his age could even fantasize about, let alone actually have.
There were voices in the distance, and Scorpius groaned as he remembered the room full of people, the couples and children on the patio, all the people who could come over and discover him. And yet, he couldn't stop. The thrill of getting caught just added to the illicit encounter, just made him push back harder into Theodore's thrusts. Scorpius would have to invite Theodore to his trainee room when he was settled in, and get Theodore on a bed where he could teach Scorpius everything he knew. Preferably twice.
Theodore's hand moved from his hip, snaking under their bodies to wrap around Scorpius' shaft. A few quick pulls, and Scorpius was lost, snapping his arm around so he could sink his teeth into the flesh and stifle his moans. He could feel his whole body tensing and twitching as Theodore carried on rutting into him, whispering obscene words as his hips lost their rhythm and his breath got more erratic. It seemed like forever that Theodore was thrusting, prolonging Scorpius' pleasure with each movement, but finally he tensed up, digging his fingers into Scorpius' wrists and grunting out an unintelligible word.
"...I can't find him anywhere, and he has to give his speech."
Scorpius tensed up as he heard his mother's voice. But when they weren't discovered after a few moments, Scorpius let his breath out. About to turn and speak, Scorpius grunted when Theodore pulled out of him and swore softly.
"You should get inside, give your speech."
"Come in, once I'm finished we can..."
"I have somewhere to be. Maybe later."
Before Scorpius could say anything, Theodore stood up, and began doing up his robes. There was a look on his face that was something between anger and remorse, but that could just be the light. Scorpius could question Theodore in the morning, maybe even surprise him in the shower. Whatever it took to get himself so thoroughly fucked again. Standing up and doing his robes up as well, Scorpius fought the lethargy that was setting in and headed back towards the ballroom. The sooner he gave his speech, the sooner he could go and brag to Priscilla, and then retire to his bedroom to go over every single second of their encounter.
~-~-~-~-~
"...and some goddamn harlot just spread their legs and got Theo right back where he'd started!"
Scorpius paused by the door to the dining room, choosing not to announce his presence just yet, and instead listen to his parents' conversation. Had Theodore told his father what had happened?
"Draco, Theo isn't an invalid with no free will. He chose to have sex again, how was his partner supposed to know?"
Scorpius wanted to listen to more of the conversation, but one of the House Elves appeared, and Scorpius had no choice but to go into the dining room and greet his parents. Pouring coffee and buttering toast, Scorpius looked at the empty chair Theodore normally occupied. "Is Theodore not joining us this morning?"
"No."
His mother tutted, and poured milk into his coffee. "Theodore is a sick man, and he's gone to get some help."
"Sick?" All of a sudden, the sexual health classes from Hogwarts came rushing back to him, and Scorpius' mind exploded with all manner of warts and rashes. "He's sick?"
"Never you mind."
"Draco! Scorpius is an adult, he has every right to know what goes on in his own home."
Slamming the paper down on the table, his father stood up and swung his cape around his shoulders. "I'm going to work; tell him what you like."
The dining room door slammed so hard that it made the china rattle, and Scorpius looked up at his mother questioningly.
"Just ignore him; he's angry that he helped Theodore, and Theodore threw it all back at him."
Scorpius was sure that, if his father knew, he'd have mentioned it. So what had happened to cause such tension in the house, and Theodore's absence? "Helped? How?"
"Theodore has an... well, an addiction. He was being treated for it, and he thought he was cured. But the first pretty thing that walked past him... well, the less said the better."
Scorpius couldn't quite sort out what his mother was getting at. "You mean he really was in rehab? That wasn't just a joke?"
"Sadly, it's true."
"But what is he addicted... oh." Suddenly, it all became clear. The change in personality, the roughness, and the disgust on Theodore's face when they were finished. His quick exit, his inability to look at Scorpius as he left. "I didn't know."
"What?"
"I mean... I didn't know he was sick."
His mother looked at him, measuring him up for a few moments, and Scorpius could only pray that he'd pass. When she smiled, he let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
"Don't fret, Scorpius. You didn't march Theodore to bed and demand he have sex; you didn't even know he had an addiction. He'll just have to get more help, and try harder next time. Now, are you all packed for your course?"
As his mother droned on about lists and suitcases, Scorpius tried to quell the uneasy feeling in his stomach. Somehow, achieving his goal didn't taste as sweet in the cold facts of the morning.
And somehow, losing his virginity to Theodore Nott had lost much of his shine, now he knew he was nothing more than a way to scratch an addictive itch.
~-~-~-~-~
"I can't see what your issue is, Scorpius."
Bringing his cigarette up to his lips and inhaling deeply, Scorpius resisted the urge to hit Priscilla. He'd been used, nothing more than a syringe, a hit of Theodore's own personal drug. He'd spent the last few days feeling cheap and dirty, vowing never to be taken for a ride like that again, in all senses of the term.
"Scorpius?"
"Priscilla, the scumbag used me! Malfoys do not get used."
Priscilla muttered under her breath, "No, they just do the using."
"What?" Priscilla didn't respond, so Scorpius sat up, stubbing his cigarette out angrily and grabbing her wrist. "What did you say?"
Sighing, she wrenched her wrist away and grabbed Scorpius' cigarette case, lighting one up and blowing the smoke out at him obnoxiously. "You come round here, up on your high horse, wanting my sympathy. Well fine, you can have it. Poor, poor, pitiful Scorpius. But before the violins start up, ask yourself if you're any better than Theodore, considering your own motivation for shagging him."
Priscilla looked at him through the haze of smoke, finally cracking a smile. "Forget about it, Scorpius. You got what you wanted, and now you have a whole arsenal of tricks to show those trainee Healers. I'm going to get a drink."
Watching her walk out of the room, Scorpius flopped backwards on the sofa and tried to hold on to his sense of indignation, his sense of having been wronged. Any decent friend would say what he needed to hear, but Priscilla was nothing close to decent. Lighting up another cigarette, Scorpius closed his eyes and tried to recapture the moral high ground. He didn't want to think about the ring of truth to Priscilla's words. Inhaling again, Scorpius decided that he was still in the right. He had acted out of pleasure, but Theodore had acted out of compulsion. That made Theodore the more immoral of them. Scorpius was in the clear and had managed to fulfil his own promise with a week to spare.
Title: Promises Kept and Promises Broken
Pairing(s): Theodore Nott/Scorpius Malfoy
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Cross Gen; Explicit Sex; Smoking; A little bit of dirty talk, rough sex and oral; Questionable Morality
Summary: Scorpius Malfoy has made a promise to himself, and Theodore Nott is as good a means to the end as any. Whatever the cost.
Word Count: 4000
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s notes: This prompt was a lot of fun, and I hope you enjoy this! Many thanks to my awesome betas, and the fantastic Mods.
Scorpius was not a silent boy by nature. When there was silence, he felt compelled to fill it. This explained why the entire dinner table was looking at him.
It wasn't exactly his fault. Conversation had stilted over the cheese board, and Scorpius had asked, quite without thinking, where Theodore had been for the past few months.
His mother had a tight, tense look on her face, the worried look she wore when Scorpius and his father were fighting and it could either end happily, or wands would be drawn. His father was staring so intently at a piece of brie you'd think it contained the cure for Lycanthropy in the wax. And Theodore was looking at Scorpius with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.
Theodore had been his father's friend for as long as Scorpius could remember, but Scorpius actually knew very little about him. He was the tall, dark, brooding type. He sat mainly in silence and spoke mainly in cynicism, showing up at all hours of the night and drinking with Scorpius' father in the study. As he grew up, Scorpius got the sense that his mother disapproved of Theodore, but he couldn't imagine why. Theodore was everything Scorpius imagined a refined, pureblood bachelor should be. A different woman - or man - at every engagement, a beautiful home that Scorpius had only ever seen in pictures, and a source of income that was part-inheritance, part-business savvy, and part dealings which Scorpius imagined were above the law.
Picking up the knife, Theodore carefully sliced off a piece of cheddar and took his time lining the cheese up on a cracker before he finally set the knife back on the board.
"Rehab."
Scorpius wasn't entirely sure how to respond, but before he could open his mouth and let it run off without him, his mother cleared her throat.
"Draco, you were telling us about a new potion?"
~-~-~-~-~
Listening to his Dad talk about potions was hardly Scorpius' idea of a good night, so at the earliest opportunity he excused himself from the dinner table and went up to bed. There was a letter waiting on his pillow, and Scorpius took it with him into the bathroom, getting comfortable in the warm water before he split the seal and unfolded the parchment. He recognised Priscilla's handwriting, and Summoned over his cigarettes. He'd need help to get through another of her missives. Just like her mother, the youngest Parkinson could talk for days. No wonder her father had done a midnight flit - Scorpius could barely last fifteen minutes in Pansy's presence. Priscilla was easier to bear - he quite liked her at times, and she was a useful friend to have.
Putting the cigarette between his lips, Scorpius flicked his wand and used the little flame that burst out of the tip to light the end of his cigarette, inhaling deeply and watching the flare of flowing red at the end of the stick. That was much better. It took two and a half cigarettes, but Scorpius finally reached the end of the letter. That should have brought sweet respite, but Priscilla's closing sentence made Scorpius groan.
Don't forget your promise, Malfoy.
His promise. His stupid little promise to himself, shared with Priscilla in a moment of drunken insanity. Scorpius had revealed that he had no intention of going off to Healer school in France while he was still a virgin. It wasn't that he had no interest; it was quite the opposite in fact. Girls and boys queued up around the castle to get a date with him, but Scorpius didn't want one of his contemporaries. He wanted a role model. Someone he could look up to, someone who had the experience of the world in their eyes.
Just thinking about the kind of man he wanted heated Scorpius' blood, so he stubbed the cigarette out carelessly, tossing Priscilla's missive aside to be replied to at a better time. Sinking further into the water, Scorpius reached for the bottle of oil cleverly hidden in amongst the bath salts, and decided he deserved a little alone time.
~-~-~-~-~
Scorpius had never meant to fixate on Theodore. But as the summer slipped away from him, and his first year of Healer training got ever closer, Scorpius found himself bumping into Theodore more and more. It didn't help that Theodore seemed to have moved into their house. Most nights he was there at dinner, and most mornings he was there for breakfast. He moved silently through the corridors, avoiding Scorpius' mother and cajoling Scorpius' father into chess games and brandy. When he wasn't with Draco, Theodore was in the library, sitting elegantly in one of the wingback chairs with a book in his hands. Scorpius tried not to spend too much time with Theodore, because he never knew what to say. He'd always had a strange fascination with Theodore, and he wanted to know more about the quiet man who seemed to have it all but always had a dull sheen in his eyes. Scorpius longed to sit down and ask Theodore every question under the sun, but he knew that would be inappropriate.
The arrival of his NEWT results distracted Scorpius for awhile, allowing him to focus on finalising plans and accepting praise, instead of on the spectre that was haunting the house. And of course, his mother demanded that a party be thrown. Scorpius managed to barter her down, managed to convince her to combine it with the summer ball she always threw, agreeing to give a quick speech if she would refrain from Owling everyone she knew to crow over her clever son.
Besides, the ball would provide a brilliant opportunity for Scorpius to find an attractive man to take to bed.
~-~-~-~-~
Scorpius didn't know what he had expected, but it wasn't this. The ball was as dull as always, and Theodore stood by the bar, as always. But tonight, he was alone. No pretty young thing hanging off his arm - no pretty young thing anywhere near him in fact - and a quiet determination in the way he sank shots. Scorpius was transfixed.
"You've got no chance."
Swearing softly, Scorpius turned around and glared at Priscilla. "At what?"
"Don't play dumb, Scorpius, I'm better at it. You've been watching Nott all night. This puppy-dog admiration is sickening."
"Just because he knocked you back, Priscilla, there's no need to be nasty."
She scoffed, but she flicked her hair off her shoulder; her little tell that she was feeling threatened over her appeal. Scorpius debated teasing her further, but decided to refrain. "I have every chance."
"Really? You think he's been staying at the Manor for the past few weeks to get closer to you?"
There was something, something tiny and almost invisible, in her words, but Scorpius heard it. "Do you know something I don't know?"
"I know nothing. Except that you've got a week and a half left, and throwing yourself at Nott might be your best bet."
"Why are you so bothered?"
"I barely remember being a virgin. I'm living vicariously through you."
Scorpius scoffed, but perhaps she had a point. Theodore was available, he was alone, and he was the best looking man in the room. Barring Scorpius, of course. Downing his drink and passing the glass to Priscilla, Scorpius straightened his robes and strode out across the room. It took time to dodge all the well-wishers, being ever-mindful of the people he had to be polite to, to help his parents' careers, and the people he could ignore happily. When he finally made it over to the bar, Scorpius was ready for another drink, and slid onto one of the barstools gracefully. "Firewhisky, double, no ice. What are you drinking, Theodore?"
There was no response, and Scorpius chanced a look over at Theodore. Theodore was watching him, a thoughtful expression on his face. Finally, he spoke, and it was not to reveal his tipple of choice.
"Stop making 'fuck-me' eyes at me across the room. You're young enough to be my son."
The whisky was put down in front of him, but Scorpius had temporarily forgotten how to drink. Or speak. Or think. Priscilla would spend the rest of her life crowing about being right, he'd die a virgin, and he'd just been rejected by someone he'd had more than one wank fantasy about.
Scorpius wasn't having that.
Picking the glass up and bringing it to his lips, Scorpius sipped the whisky and kept his face straight as the bitter liquid slipped down his throat. Setting the glass back down on the coaster, each move carefully measured, Scorpius let his mouth run away with him. "Age has never held you up before, has it?"
"Fine, then because you're my best friend's son."
"You know, I thought tall blondes were overrepresented in your choice of dates. And that would explain why you and Mother don't get on, and why you're always around at the Manor..." Scorpius let his voice trail off, waiting to see what Theodore would say. But Theodore remained silent, and Scorpius could feel himself losing control of the situation. "You could call me Draco, if it got you off."
"Believe me, I have no interest in your father. And your assumptions are incorrect."
Scorpius shrugged, picking up his glass again and downing the remaining contents in a single gulp. "I assumed there'd be nothing you'd like more than first go at someone far younger and tighter than you. I suppose I was wrong."
For a brief moment, total shock registered on Theodore's face, and Scorpius allowed himself to hope, quietly, that he might get what he wanted this evening. Sliding off the stool again, Scorpius reached into his robes and pulled out his silver cigarette case. "Excuse me."
It was a risk, he knew that. But Scorpius made his way back across the ballroom and out through the patio doors. The patio was decorated and full of couples and children, so Scorpius moved further afield, stepping onto the gazebo and lighting up a smoke. As he inhaled and exhaled, sending up little puffs of smoke in a steady rhythm, Scorpius began to wonder if he'd looked alluring enough, sounded enough like he knew what he was doing. He was so used to people throwing themselves at him that he had forgotten how to flirt. Very nearly nineteen years old, and unable to flirt.
He dropped his cigarette in shock when arms snuck around his waist, and quickly stamped it out before the entire gazebo went up in flames. Before he could question, he'd been spun round and Theodore's lips were over his, pressing down almost painfully as his body was pulled into line with Theodore's own. Rough hands pulled open his robes, and it was every bit as intoxicating and arousing as Scorpius had imagined. This was what he wanted; someone older and wiser to show him what was what. And from the glint in Theodore's eye, Scorpius suspected he was in to be shown a lot.
Shivering when Theodore pushed his robes open, Scorpius broke the kiss and tipped his head towards the house. "Want to go inside?"
"No. I want to fuck you out in the open where everyone can watch." The change in Theodore was almost feral. No more was he quiet and reserved; now his eyes were wild and his chest was heaving with every breath he took.
Before Scorpius could think of a response to that - and really, what response was there? - he was pushed down to his knees, one of Theodore's hands in his hair while the other was undoing his robes. Scorpius had never been further than the belt with any boy, though he'd had plenty going below his. So to have a cock, stiff and leaking, right in front of his face surprised him somewhat. But when his lips parted, Theodore clearly took that as an invitation. Before Scorpius could really register what was happening, Theodore was guiding his cock into Scorpius' mouth, forcing Scorpius' jaw open. Theodore's skin tasted clean, the sticky drops of moisture at the tip of his cock tasted salty, but Scorpius had no time to get used to either flavour. Theodore kept pushing forwards, both hands in Scorpius' hair now. As the tip of his cock bumped against the back of Scorpius' throat, Scorpius felt himself starting to gag, but Theodore didn't seem to realise. He kept pushing forwards until Scorpius could feel wiry hairs against his face. Only then did Theodore draw back, pulling his cock all the way out of Scorpius' mouth and leaving Scorpius gasping for breath. A single strand of saliva linked from the tip of Theodore's cock to Scorpius' bottom lip, and Theodore moved one hand to catch it up and smooth it over Scorpius' lips.
"You look so good with my cock in your mouth."
Scorpius nodded, but his head was stilled and then Theodore was pushing forwards again. Scorpius didn't know what to do, so he did nothing. It got easier, the more Theodore thrust in and out, and once Scorpius was used to the rhythm and the feel of Theodore in his mouth - and the steady stream of saliva that spilled down his chin - he found himself actually enjoying the experience. He could hear Theodore's breathing catching, could feel the muscles in Theodore's thighs trembling, and Scorpius shut his eyes as he listened to the sound of music coming softly from the house.
When Theodore pulled away, Scorpius opened his eyes, looking up as Theodore fumbled in his pocket, producing a bottle of oil and dropping onto his knees. "Get on your hands and knees."
It wasn't that Scorpius was reluctant, but this wasn't what he had expected. Still, it was sex, with someone he admired, and it was only for one night. He could learn a lot from Theodore, and Scorpius turned around obligingly, propping up on his hands and knees and wiggling his arse enticingly. He could smell the heavy scent of the oil, could hear it slicking against Theodore's skin. Against his shaft.
"Are you going to... Oh!" Scorpius' entire body tensed up as something firm and thick slipped into his arse. He'd expected some stretching, at least, but clearly Theodore didn't bother with such pleasantries.
More surprising than the cock in him was the hand that clapped down around his mouth. He could feel the weight of Theodore along his back, and Theodore's breath was hot when he whispered in Scorpius' ear, "Be quiet, unless you want the whole room running outside to watch you begging for my cock."
Even if he'd wanted to make noise and draw everyone outside, Scorpius couldn't have; Theodore's hand was clamped tightly over his mouth, and all Scorpius could do was grunt and try to breathe through his nose as Theodore slid into him. The burning stretch was almost too much to bear, and Scorpius could feel his eyes welling up. Surely it wasn't meant to be like this?
Theodore stilled against him for a few moments, breathing heavily and swearing under his breath. Just when Scorpius was getting used to the stretch, Theodore started moving again, pulling out and then thrusting back in forcefully. It jolted Scorpius forwards, sprawling his chest against the floor while his arse stayed up in the air. Theodore's hand slipped away from his mouth and down to clamp around Scorpius' wrist, pinning it to the floor as Theodore thrust roughly. Scorpius' wrist was an anchorage point, much like his hip, and he knew there would be sets of bruises there in the morning.
He'd have cared, maybe even made Theodore promise to heal them, if it had still been uncomfortable. But with each thrust, Scorpius' body was relaxing into the act a little more. It was almost pleasurable now, and his cock was filling out again as Theodore curled over his back and whispered filth in his ear. Scorpius would never have thought that Theodore was capable of whispering the things he said, suggest the things he claimed he wanted to do to Scorpius. Promises to tie Scorpius up, spank him, make him beg, name-dropping a dozen men he'd like to see Scorpius suck and fuck, like to share Scorpius' arse with. And Scorpius' couldn't deny that it was erotic; he was more turned on than he'd ever been. He'd succeeded, he'd kept his promise to himself and kept it with someone better than most people his age could even fantasize about, let alone actually have.
There were voices in the distance, and Scorpius groaned as he remembered the room full of people, the couples and children on the patio, all the people who could come over and discover him. And yet, he couldn't stop. The thrill of getting caught just added to the illicit encounter, just made him push back harder into Theodore's thrusts. Scorpius would have to invite Theodore to his trainee room when he was settled in, and get Theodore on a bed where he could teach Scorpius everything he knew. Preferably twice.
Theodore's hand moved from his hip, snaking under their bodies to wrap around Scorpius' shaft. A few quick pulls, and Scorpius was lost, snapping his arm around so he could sink his teeth into the flesh and stifle his moans. He could feel his whole body tensing and twitching as Theodore carried on rutting into him, whispering obscene words as his hips lost their rhythm and his breath got more erratic. It seemed like forever that Theodore was thrusting, prolonging Scorpius' pleasure with each movement, but finally he tensed up, digging his fingers into Scorpius' wrists and grunting out an unintelligible word.
"...I can't find him anywhere, and he has to give his speech."
Scorpius tensed up as he heard his mother's voice. But when they weren't discovered after a few moments, Scorpius let his breath out. About to turn and speak, Scorpius grunted when Theodore pulled out of him and swore softly.
"You should get inside, give your speech."
"Come in, once I'm finished we can..."
"I have somewhere to be. Maybe later."
Before Scorpius could say anything, Theodore stood up, and began doing up his robes. There was a look on his face that was something between anger and remorse, but that could just be the light. Scorpius could question Theodore in the morning, maybe even surprise him in the shower. Whatever it took to get himself so thoroughly fucked again. Standing up and doing his robes up as well, Scorpius fought the lethargy that was setting in and headed back towards the ballroom. The sooner he gave his speech, the sooner he could go and brag to Priscilla, and then retire to his bedroom to go over every single second of their encounter.
~-~-~-~-~
"...and some goddamn harlot just spread their legs and got Theo right back where he'd started!"
Scorpius paused by the door to the dining room, choosing not to announce his presence just yet, and instead listen to his parents' conversation. Had Theodore told his father what had happened?
"Draco, Theo isn't an invalid with no free will. He chose to have sex again, how was his partner supposed to know?"
Scorpius wanted to listen to more of the conversation, but one of the House Elves appeared, and Scorpius had no choice but to go into the dining room and greet his parents. Pouring coffee and buttering toast, Scorpius looked at the empty chair Theodore normally occupied. "Is Theodore not joining us this morning?"
"No."
His mother tutted, and poured milk into his coffee. "Theodore is a sick man, and he's gone to get some help."
"Sick?" All of a sudden, the sexual health classes from Hogwarts came rushing back to him, and Scorpius' mind exploded with all manner of warts and rashes. "He's sick?"
"Never you mind."
"Draco! Scorpius is an adult, he has every right to know what goes on in his own home."
Slamming the paper down on the table, his father stood up and swung his cape around his shoulders. "I'm going to work; tell him what you like."
The dining room door slammed so hard that it made the china rattle, and Scorpius looked up at his mother questioningly.
"Just ignore him; he's angry that he helped Theodore, and Theodore threw it all back at him."
Scorpius was sure that, if his father knew, he'd have mentioned it. So what had happened to cause such tension in the house, and Theodore's absence? "Helped? How?"
"Theodore has an... well, an addiction. He was being treated for it, and he thought he was cured. But the first pretty thing that walked past him... well, the less said the better."
Scorpius couldn't quite sort out what his mother was getting at. "You mean he really was in rehab? That wasn't just a joke?"
"Sadly, it's true."
"But what is he addicted... oh." Suddenly, it all became clear. The change in personality, the roughness, and the disgust on Theodore's face when they were finished. His quick exit, his inability to look at Scorpius as he left. "I didn't know."
"What?"
"I mean... I didn't know he was sick."
His mother looked at him, measuring him up for a few moments, and Scorpius could only pray that he'd pass. When she smiled, he let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
"Don't fret, Scorpius. You didn't march Theodore to bed and demand he have sex; you didn't even know he had an addiction. He'll just have to get more help, and try harder next time. Now, are you all packed for your course?"
As his mother droned on about lists and suitcases, Scorpius tried to quell the uneasy feeling in his stomach. Somehow, achieving his goal didn't taste as sweet in the cold facts of the morning.
And somehow, losing his virginity to Theodore Nott had lost much of his shine, now he knew he was nothing more than a way to scratch an addictive itch.
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"I can't see what your issue is, Scorpius."
Bringing his cigarette up to his lips and inhaling deeply, Scorpius resisted the urge to hit Priscilla. He'd been used, nothing more than a syringe, a hit of Theodore's own personal drug. He'd spent the last few days feeling cheap and dirty, vowing never to be taken for a ride like that again, in all senses of the term.
"Scorpius?"
"Priscilla, the scumbag used me! Malfoys do not get used."
Priscilla muttered under her breath, "No, they just do the using."
"What?" Priscilla didn't respond, so Scorpius sat up, stubbing his cigarette out angrily and grabbing her wrist. "What did you say?"
Sighing, she wrenched her wrist away and grabbed Scorpius' cigarette case, lighting one up and blowing the smoke out at him obnoxiously. "You come round here, up on your high horse, wanting my sympathy. Well fine, you can have it. Poor, poor, pitiful Scorpius. But before the violins start up, ask yourself if you're any better than Theodore, considering your own motivation for shagging him."
Priscilla looked at him through the haze of smoke, finally cracking a smile. "Forget about it, Scorpius. You got what you wanted, and now you have a whole arsenal of tricks to show those trainee Healers. I'm going to get a drink."
Watching her walk out of the room, Scorpius flopped backwards on the sofa and tried to hold on to his sense of indignation, his sense of having been wronged. Any decent friend would say what he needed to hear, but Priscilla was nothing close to decent. Lighting up another cigarette, Scorpius closed his eyes and tried to recapture the moral high ground. He didn't want to think about the ring of truth to Priscilla's words. Inhaling again, Scorpius decided that he was still in the right. He had acted out of pleasure, but Theodore had acted out of compulsion. That made Theodore the more immoral of them. Scorpius was in the clear and had managed to fulfil his own promise with a week to spare.