Disappointments
Title: Disappointments
Pairing: Al/Scorp (is also about father-son relationship between Draco-Scorp)
Rating: N-17
Warning: Big time angst. fbowdens kilt!scorpius is back in all his skirted glory :-P Masturbation, shower!sex, porn
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I steal it anyway
AN: How did Draco Malfoy manage to produce such a disappointment as his gay, tattooed, kilt-wearing, Potter-shagging offspring? The Malfoy family has never been so disgraced.
~*~
As far as disappointing sons went, Scorpius Malfoy was a perfect example.
From the age of eleven, Scorpius had exhibited a certain rebellion against each and every one of his fathers expectations, particularly Draco’s hopes that Scorpius might be a chance for restoration of the Malfoy name.
Instead, Scorpius seemed to be the embodiment of everything it meant not to be a Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy’s main goal was, and had always been, to live up to the Malfoy name, a lesson drummed into him by his late father, and one that he was intent of drumming into his own offspring.
Draco Malfoy spent considerable hours on his appearance, combing his long, blonde hair until it was just so, and dressing in only the finest of robes so as to present the image of a gentleman.
Draco Malfoy was self-sufficient and composed, walking with an air of dignity fit for a man borne of the Malfoy title.
Draco Malfoy was poised. Draco Malfoy was pure. Draco Malfoy was proud.
Scorpius Malfoy… wore a skirt.
Sorry, a kilt, Draco amended with a sneer as his thirteen-year-old son pranced about the house in the ridiculous thing.
Either way, wording made little difference that made to the fact that the youngest of the Malfoy line had taken to wearing a flimsy scrap of material that barely succeeded in covering his arse, and downright failed to do so whenever Scorpius actually walked, the flamboyant movement of his hips sending the skirt - sorry, kilt - swaying from side to side, often revealing a defiant lack of underwear to Draco’s outraged stare.
“He’s embarrassing himself!” Draco exclaimed to Astoria, as she rubbed his shoulders soothingly. “It might be alright for another kid to draw attention to himself in such a way, but for a Malfoy-”
“I understand.” Astoria whispered, wrapping her arms around her husband. “And I agree, but as far as I gather, the attention Scorpius has received has not been negative. Perhaps kilts are a trend, or a phase?”
Draco could only hope.
!*!
Sad to say, the kilt stayed even as Scorpius turned fifteen, and it was through this that Draco noticed the tattoo on Scorpius’ left buttock - a black scorpion (how original) that seemed to glitter green when it caught the light.
Instead of taking the likely courses of action a father might take upon his newly-tattooed son, Draco simply sighed and informed his son of his disappointment.
“You’re hardly one to talk about tattoos, Dad.” Scorpius had muttered, causing Astoria to shoot him a warning look.
!*!
That same holidays, Draco had caught Scorpius pawing curiously through his Wicked Witch magazines, prodding various bits of the moving pictures and frowning in confusion.
Aware that such curiosity was natural, Draco had only been mildly disappointed, although not nearly as disappointed as he had been a year later when Scorpius had gotten some magazines of his own.
Upon finding his sixteen-year-old son sprawled naked on his bed, legs akimbo, Draco had not known which hurt his fatherly pride the most - the dildo firmly inserted inside Scorpius’ body or the look of rapture on his face as he moved it in and out, panting over the latest edition of Swish and Flick.
“Oh fuck, yeah, you love it, don’t you?” one of the photographed wizards jeered at Scorpius, making him cry out and speed up the energetic movements of his wrist.
“Fuck… me…” Scorpius moaned to no one in general as he forced the toy in as far as it would go and ground his hips against his hand.
“That’s it, love, fuck yourself…” in some kind of bizarre role reversal, the men in the magazine had paused in their activities to watch Scorpius as he lost himself in pleasure. His eyes fluttered and his back arched, his cock leaking and seconds away from coming…
“Goodnight, Scorpius.” Draco drawled and Scorpius shouted out in alarm, yanking the dildo from his body with a disgusting slurp.
Draco would never forget the look of mortified horror on Scorpius’ face as Draco closed the door.
He knew he had disappointed his father once again.
!*!
The day Albus Potter came to stay for the summer holidays was the day Draco had started drinking.
The very idea that his son was associating with the spawn of his enemy had been enough for Draco to start indulging in a daily glass of mid-morning white, but upon seeing the hungry stares on young Potter’s face, and the tentative smirks Scorpius offered in return, Draco had quickly fallen into the habit of finishing a bottle by lunchtime.
Having been well and truly drunk for the majority of Potter’s stay, Draco was barely considering the possibility that he might actually survive this nightmare when he had walked past a window just in time to see Potter and Scorpius hesitantly kiss in the middle of the large outdoor swimming pool.
This was when Astoria started noticing a sudden influx of spirits in their liquor cabinet.
“Draco, you seem stressed.” She purred, taking the brimming glass of whiskey from him in favour of placing his hand on her hip. “Would a midnight swim be in any way relaxing?”
Draco shuddered, retched and reclaimed his drink.
!*!
Late at night some four days later, after various combinations of all things alcoholic, Draco stumbled drunkenly to one of the many bathrooms in the manor, quite intent on being very, very sick.
Once the door had opened, Draco’s urge to vomit doubled and his disappointment in his son tripled.
Scorpius was on his knees.
In the shower.
Before Potter.
Scorpius Malfoy, a Malfoy, was on his knees for a Potter.
Scorpius didn’t hear his father’s anguished groan over the groans of Albus and the rush of water in his ears as he moved his head back and forwards over Al’s reddened cock.
He was in heaven, on his knees with Al’s cock between his lips, pulsing heavily in the wet cavern of Scorpius’ mouth, leaking drops of precome that Scorpius hungrily swiped with his tongue before the blasts of water could wash it away.
“Scorp…” Al moaned, threading his fingers through saturated blonde locks, unable to stop his hips from canting forwards in an effort to bury Al deep inside Scorpius’ face.
Smiling, Scorpius tilted his head back with his mouth open and filled his mouth with steaming water.
Before Al could open his eyes to figure out why Scorpius had pulled off, Scorpius enveloped his cock once more, splashing the mouthful of scorching water over Al’s sensitive shaft and clamping the heated flesh of his mouth tight around Al’s cock.
“Oh fuck!” Al shouted in surprise and ecstasy at the unnatural heat of Scorpius’ sopping mouth. Scorpius moaned in approval and began jerking his head up and down determinedly, clearly intent on bringing Al to climax.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah…” Al warned as his hips started jerking frantically, his balls slapping wetly against Scorpius’ chin.
“Fuck, I’m coming!” Al shouted, trying to pull Scorpius off before the first spurts left his cock.
Scorpius cried out in frustration and threw himself face first back to Al’s groin, letting the white ropes decorate his face before wrapping a hand around the dripping shaft, coaxing out a final bead to rub over his lips.
“Mr Malfoy!”
For one moment, Scorpius wondered if Al was being kinky with him - then he realised the panicked way his new lover was jumping away from Scorpius, covering his cock and stammering out a pathetic explanation and apology.
Scorpius turned his head just in time to see the look of disappointment on his fathers face before he stumbled out of the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door behind him.
!*!
Draco needn’t have been so bothered with Scorpius getting on his knees for Albus, for Albus was more than happy to return the favour, as he demonstrated on the day of his and Scorpius’ graduation.
Before all assembled parents and teachers, Albus accepted his Academic Awards and rounded off his speech by calling his ‘boyfriend’ to the stage and proposing to him on bended knee.
Harry had clapped.
Al’s brother and sister had cheered.
Ginny and Astoria had wept.
So had Draco.
!*!
“I now declare you partners for life. You may kiss.”
Draco rolled his eyes as his son mashed faces with the Potter brat. Draco sneakily downed the last of his hip-flask as the crowd around him stood to applaud Albus and Scorpius Potter.
It counted as two disapointments, Draco blearily decided at the reception as he chucked his empty flask in favour of a fresh scotch from the bar, since Scorpius was not only was taking a name like some female, but the POTTER name at that.
Draco’s line was being extinguished with the Potter name. In his own house, no less.
Draco leant against a pillar, knocking down another scotch, when he heard Harry Potter’s voice - “…of course I’m happy for him, Hermione, he’s my son, I want him to be happy…”
“But?”
Draco snarled into his tumbler as he recognized the patronizing tone - the Mudblood was in his home. Lucius would turn in his grave if he knew. Then again, if he knew his precious Malfoy Manor had played host to his poofter grandsons Big Gay Wedding, poor old Lucius must be spinning like a top.
“I’m glad he’s found someone who loves him, and I know Scorpius a nice bloke, it’s just… I mean, come on, Hermione, Draco Malfoy-”
“…is not the man your son married.” Hermione cut in that annoyingly crisp tone. “And even if he were, you should be happy for Al none the less. Now put the rum down and go congratulate your son.”
“Come on, Hermione, Harry’s just been made a Malfoy-in-law, at least let him have a drink.”
“Ron, you just want to get Harry plastered so you’ll have someone to play with tonight.”
“Wouldn’t dream of taking your job, Gin.”
“Ron!” there was a brief giggle from all four parties as Malfoy finished his drink bitterly.
Oh God. Malfoy Manor had become a breeding ground for Mudbloods and Weasels.
Draco scowled as they swaggered past, trying and failing to avoid the eye of his new in-laws.
Harry set his jaw in grim determination and, with a gentle shove from Hermione, walked over to where Draco was attempting to look as though he were leaning casually against the pillar, and not using it to support the majority of his weight and balance.
“Congratulations, Draco.” Harry said, sticking out his hand and sounding almost serious. “You must be very proud of our boys. I know I am.”
Draco raised an alabaster eyebrow and looked at Harry’s hand as though he had just seen Harry scratch his arse with it. Then, snatching another drink from a passing waiter, Draco leaned forwards and clapped a hand on Harry’s shoulder, smiling and raising his glass.
Hermione, beaming, tapped her glass with her spoon, calling upon the crowd to fall silent.
“I’ll tell you a secret, Harry.” He stage whispered in a voice that carried all through the reception. “I haven’t been this fucking ashamed of ‘our boys’ since I first caught them blowing each other in my guest shower.”
You could have heard a doxy fart.
“In fact.” Draco slurred, addressing the crowd at large now, “Ever since I found out my son was a ponce, I’ve always been, shall we say, somewhat less than proud of him, but I admit I had hoped that he would at least shack up with someone other than that man right there…”
The crowd had to assume Draco was talking about Al, for Draco fell flat on his face before he could point properly.
“The spawn of Harry Potter, Scorpius?” Draco shouted from his place on the floor, shaking off the arms of the waiter to tried to assist him to his feet. “You really couldn’t do any better? Is that it, Albus my boy, my lad, my new son-in-law? My tattooed, kilt-wearing, muggle-loving POOFTER of a son couldn’t do any better than you?”
Draco could hear his wife stuttering apologies to various guests, but he couldn’t care less.
“And you, Potter?” Draco now addressed Harry, who had retreated to stand by his wife and two best friends, “Are you thrilled with our children’s union? Are you honestly happy to see your son ride off into the fucking sunset with that one-man gay pride parade I reluctantly call my offspring?”
Harry’s eyes flashed, and he opened his mouth in outrage, but Ginny placed a soothing hand on his shoulder and he fell silent.
“So this is what it comes to?” Draco roared, spittle flying as he regarded his son with a look of undisguised disgust, “The end of the Malfoy line, Scorpius! Generation upon generation upon generation, and it ends with your big fucking Queer-as-Folk-esque happy ever after! People have died for this line, Scorpius, and you’re going to piss all over their sacrifices so that you can live cozily in sin and perversion.”
Draco thought of Lucius, and it was suddenly as though the man was possessing Draco directly.
“Well, not while this Malfoy is alive and kicking. You want to be a Potter? Be a fucking Potter! You’re fucking disowned!” Astoria shrieked for Draco to shut up, but Draco went on.
“You won’t get a knut from this family! You and your husband can have a swell fucking time sweating it out on your own, because you, Scorpius, are the biggest fucking disappointment I could have ever prayed against! I hope, dear son, that you’re fucking happy!”
Scorpius narrowed his eyes at his father and took a deep shuddering breath.
“I am.” He said simply.
Draco blinked. “What?”
“For the first time in my life.” Scorpius continued calmly. “I’m happy, I’m married, I’m loved by a good man, I’m a part of a respected family, and being disowned by you, well that’s the best wedding present I’ve had all day.”
Draco went very still. “The Malfoy name-” he began,
“Is an embarrassment.” Scorpius snarled, “and one I’m glad to be rid of. I for one don’t care for being spat on wherever I go because of whatever crimes you and your father committed before I was even born. I for one don’t take pride in living off a fortune that was made through exploitation of others. And I for one certainly don’t give a shit if I don’t live up to your expectations, father. If anything, I’m proud of it.”
Albus Potter, stepped forwards, touched his hand to Scorpius’ shoulder and gently led him away. Lily and James patted Scorpius on the back as Ginny drew him into a motherly hug. Harry stood between Ginny and Astoria, a hand on each woman’s shoulder, offering reassuring nods to the group in general.
Draco watched the Potter family comfort each other, before he fell onto his side and vomited.
Everything went black.
!*!
The next morning, Astoria was gone, as was a selection of her clothes and belongings. Draco recognized everything missing as the things she herself owned without Draco’s contribution.
Astoria’s absence was explained through a long letter, one that Draco found taped to the liquor cabinet.
…in conclusion, my husband, I have always stood by you and the stigma that accompanies your name, but I have done so in the knowledge that you understand my sacrifice.
I now realize that I have, until now, been horribly mistaken, as you are of the delusion that the shame of your title has been some sort of honour bestowed unto me and your child.
Perhaps, in your arrogance, you have not registered the trials our family has suffered, or perhaps you simply did not care - but your son and I grow weary of the distain we endure in the public eye and the disgrace that we have suffered in payment for the crimes committed by yourself and Lucius Malfoy.
I filed for a divorce early this morning, and though I am aware that I will likely walk from this marriage with nothing, the mere threat of poverty pales to the idea of living one more day as your wife. I am re-taking the name Greengrass in a hope to salvage my reputation and perhaps one day begin anew.
As for our son, I am happy he has been able to move on from the unjustified hatred, distain and prejudice he has suffered on your ungrateful behalf, and I am sure that through his new life with Potter, he will understand what it means to be truly loved and respected.
Perhaps this turn of events will awaken you to what is really important, Draco, but if not, I rest in the knowledge that I will not be the one to provide you with another child for you to lay waste to.
Astoria
Draco read the letter twice before opening his liquor cabinet and withdrawing a fresh bottle of vodka.
Draco stared blindly for a moment at the crystal glasses lined up neatly on the shelves, sparkling almost smugly at Draco, all adorned with the Malfoy crest.
Draco surveyed his shining family crest, before swinging the vodka bottle through the glass and destroying every single one, screaming Lucius’ name like a curse as he did so.
Finally, his hands bleeding, several hundred galleons worth of crystal destroyed, Draco sat in the wreckage, swallowing thirstily from his vodka bottle.
Yes, Draco finally had to admit, as far as disappointing sons went, Scorpius Malfoy had certainly lived up to the title. But he paled in comparison to Draco Malfoy’s example of a disappointing father.
Pairing: Al/Scorp (is also about father-son relationship between Draco-Scorp)
Rating: N-17
Warning: Big time angst. fbowdens kilt!scorpius is back in all his skirted glory :-P Masturbation, shower!sex, porn
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I steal it anyway
AN: How did Draco Malfoy manage to produce such a disappointment as his gay, tattooed, kilt-wearing, Potter-shagging offspring? The Malfoy family has never been so disgraced.
~*~
As far as disappointing sons went, Scorpius Malfoy was a perfect example.
From the age of eleven, Scorpius had exhibited a certain rebellion against each and every one of his fathers expectations, particularly Draco’s hopes that Scorpius might be a chance for restoration of the Malfoy name.
Instead, Scorpius seemed to be the embodiment of everything it meant not to be a Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy’s main goal was, and had always been, to live up to the Malfoy name, a lesson drummed into him by his late father, and one that he was intent of drumming into his own offspring.
Draco Malfoy spent considerable hours on his appearance, combing his long, blonde hair until it was just so, and dressing in only the finest of robes so as to present the image of a gentleman.
Draco Malfoy was self-sufficient and composed, walking with an air of dignity fit for a man borne of the Malfoy title.
Draco Malfoy was poised. Draco Malfoy was pure. Draco Malfoy was proud.
Scorpius Malfoy… wore a skirt.
Sorry, a kilt, Draco amended with a sneer as his thirteen-year-old son pranced about the house in the ridiculous thing.
Either way, wording made little difference that made to the fact that the youngest of the Malfoy line had taken to wearing a flimsy scrap of material that barely succeeded in covering his arse, and downright failed to do so whenever Scorpius actually walked, the flamboyant movement of his hips sending the skirt - sorry, kilt - swaying from side to side, often revealing a defiant lack of underwear to Draco’s outraged stare.
“He’s embarrassing himself!” Draco exclaimed to Astoria, as she rubbed his shoulders soothingly. “It might be alright for another kid to draw attention to himself in such a way, but for a Malfoy-”
“I understand.” Astoria whispered, wrapping her arms around her husband. “And I agree, but as far as I gather, the attention Scorpius has received has not been negative. Perhaps kilts are a trend, or a phase?”
Draco could only hope.
!*!
Sad to say, the kilt stayed even as Scorpius turned fifteen, and it was through this that Draco noticed the tattoo on Scorpius’ left buttock - a black scorpion (how original) that seemed to glitter green when it caught the light.
Instead of taking the likely courses of action a father might take upon his newly-tattooed son, Draco simply sighed and informed his son of his disappointment.
“You’re hardly one to talk about tattoos, Dad.” Scorpius had muttered, causing Astoria to shoot him a warning look.
!*!
That same holidays, Draco had caught Scorpius pawing curiously through his Wicked Witch magazines, prodding various bits of the moving pictures and frowning in confusion.
Aware that such curiosity was natural, Draco had only been mildly disappointed, although not nearly as disappointed as he had been a year later when Scorpius had gotten some magazines of his own.
Upon finding his sixteen-year-old son sprawled naked on his bed, legs akimbo, Draco had not known which hurt his fatherly pride the most - the dildo firmly inserted inside Scorpius’ body or the look of rapture on his face as he moved it in and out, panting over the latest edition of Swish and Flick.
“Oh fuck, yeah, you love it, don’t you?” one of the photographed wizards jeered at Scorpius, making him cry out and speed up the energetic movements of his wrist.
“Fuck… me…” Scorpius moaned to no one in general as he forced the toy in as far as it would go and ground his hips against his hand.
“That’s it, love, fuck yourself…” in some kind of bizarre role reversal, the men in the magazine had paused in their activities to watch Scorpius as he lost himself in pleasure. His eyes fluttered and his back arched, his cock leaking and seconds away from coming…
“Goodnight, Scorpius.” Draco drawled and Scorpius shouted out in alarm, yanking the dildo from his body with a disgusting slurp.
Draco would never forget the look of mortified horror on Scorpius’ face as Draco closed the door.
He knew he had disappointed his father once again.
!*!
The day Albus Potter came to stay for the summer holidays was the day Draco had started drinking.
The very idea that his son was associating with the spawn of his enemy had been enough for Draco to start indulging in a daily glass of mid-morning white, but upon seeing the hungry stares on young Potter’s face, and the tentative smirks Scorpius offered in return, Draco had quickly fallen into the habit of finishing a bottle by lunchtime.
Having been well and truly drunk for the majority of Potter’s stay, Draco was barely considering the possibility that he might actually survive this nightmare when he had walked past a window just in time to see Potter and Scorpius hesitantly kiss in the middle of the large outdoor swimming pool.
This was when Astoria started noticing a sudden influx of spirits in their liquor cabinet.
“Draco, you seem stressed.” She purred, taking the brimming glass of whiskey from him in favour of placing his hand on her hip. “Would a midnight swim be in any way relaxing?”
Draco shuddered, retched and reclaimed his drink.
!*!
Late at night some four days later, after various combinations of all things alcoholic, Draco stumbled drunkenly to one of the many bathrooms in the manor, quite intent on being very, very sick.
Once the door had opened, Draco’s urge to vomit doubled and his disappointment in his son tripled.
Scorpius was on his knees.
In the shower.
Before Potter.
Scorpius Malfoy, a Malfoy, was on his knees for a Potter.
Scorpius didn’t hear his father’s anguished groan over the groans of Albus and the rush of water in his ears as he moved his head back and forwards over Al’s reddened cock.
He was in heaven, on his knees with Al’s cock between his lips, pulsing heavily in the wet cavern of Scorpius’ mouth, leaking drops of precome that Scorpius hungrily swiped with his tongue before the blasts of water could wash it away.
“Scorp…” Al moaned, threading his fingers through saturated blonde locks, unable to stop his hips from canting forwards in an effort to bury Al deep inside Scorpius’ face.
Smiling, Scorpius tilted his head back with his mouth open and filled his mouth with steaming water.
Before Al could open his eyes to figure out why Scorpius had pulled off, Scorpius enveloped his cock once more, splashing the mouthful of scorching water over Al’s sensitive shaft and clamping the heated flesh of his mouth tight around Al’s cock.
“Oh fuck!” Al shouted in surprise and ecstasy at the unnatural heat of Scorpius’ sopping mouth. Scorpius moaned in approval and began jerking his head up and down determinedly, clearly intent on bringing Al to climax.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah…” Al warned as his hips started jerking frantically, his balls slapping wetly against Scorpius’ chin.
“Fuck, I’m coming!” Al shouted, trying to pull Scorpius off before the first spurts left his cock.
Scorpius cried out in frustration and threw himself face first back to Al’s groin, letting the white ropes decorate his face before wrapping a hand around the dripping shaft, coaxing out a final bead to rub over his lips.
“Mr Malfoy!”
For one moment, Scorpius wondered if Al was being kinky with him - then he realised the panicked way his new lover was jumping away from Scorpius, covering his cock and stammering out a pathetic explanation and apology.
Scorpius turned his head just in time to see the look of disappointment on his fathers face before he stumbled out of the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door behind him.
!*!
Draco needn’t have been so bothered with Scorpius getting on his knees for Albus, for Albus was more than happy to return the favour, as he demonstrated on the day of his and Scorpius’ graduation.
Before all assembled parents and teachers, Albus accepted his Academic Awards and rounded off his speech by calling his ‘boyfriend’ to the stage and proposing to him on bended knee.
Harry had clapped.
Al’s brother and sister had cheered.
Ginny and Astoria had wept.
So had Draco.
!*!
“I now declare you partners for life. You may kiss.”
Draco rolled his eyes as his son mashed faces with the Potter brat. Draco sneakily downed the last of his hip-flask as the crowd around him stood to applaud Albus and Scorpius Potter.
It counted as two disapointments, Draco blearily decided at the reception as he chucked his empty flask in favour of a fresh scotch from the bar, since Scorpius was not only was taking a name like some female, but the POTTER name at that.
Draco’s line was being extinguished with the Potter name. In his own house, no less.
Draco leant against a pillar, knocking down another scotch, when he heard Harry Potter’s voice - “…of course I’m happy for him, Hermione, he’s my son, I want him to be happy…”
“But?”
Draco snarled into his tumbler as he recognized the patronizing tone - the Mudblood was in his home. Lucius would turn in his grave if he knew. Then again, if he knew his precious Malfoy Manor had played host to his poofter grandsons Big Gay Wedding, poor old Lucius must be spinning like a top.
“I’m glad he’s found someone who loves him, and I know Scorpius a nice bloke, it’s just… I mean, come on, Hermione, Draco Malfoy-”
“…is not the man your son married.” Hermione cut in that annoyingly crisp tone. “And even if he were, you should be happy for Al none the less. Now put the rum down and go congratulate your son.”
“Come on, Hermione, Harry’s just been made a Malfoy-in-law, at least let him have a drink.”
“Ron, you just want to get Harry plastered so you’ll have someone to play with tonight.”
“Wouldn’t dream of taking your job, Gin.”
“Ron!” there was a brief giggle from all four parties as Malfoy finished his drink bitterly.
Oh God. Malfoy Manor had become a breeding ground for Mudbloods and Weasels.
Draco scowled as they swaggered past, trying and failing to avoid the eye of his new in-laws.
Harry set his jaw in grim determination and, with a gentle shove from Hermione, walked over to where Draco was attempting to look as though he were leaning casually against the pillar, and not using it to support the majority of his weight and balance.
“Congratulations, Draco.” Harry said, sticking out his hand and sounding almost serious. “You must be very proud of our boys. I know I am.”
Draco raised an alabaster eyebrow and looked at Harry’s hand as though he had just seen Harry scratch his arse with it. Then, snatching another drink from a passing waiter, Draco leaned forwards and clapped a hand on Harry’s shoulder, smiling and raising his glass.
Hermione, beaming, tapped her glass with her spoon, calling upon the crowd to fall silent.
“I’ll tell you a secret, Harry.” He stage whispered in a voice that carried all through the reception. “I haven’t been this fucking ashamed of ‘our boys’ since I first caught them blowing each other in my guest shower.”
You could have heard a doxy fart.
“In fact.” Draco slurred, addressing the crowd at large now, “Ever since I found out my son was a ponce, I’ve always been, shall we say, somewhat less than proud of him, but I admit I had hoped that he would at least shack up with someone other than that man right there…”
The crowd had to assume Draco was talking about Al, for Draco fell flat on his face before he could point properly.
“The spawn of Harry Potter, Scorpius?” Draco shouted from his place on the floor, shaking off the arms of the waiter to tried to assist him to his feet. “You really couldn’t do any better? Is that it, Albus my boy, my lad, my new son-in-law? My tattooed, kilt-wearing, muggle-loving POOFTER of a son couldn’t do any better than you?”
Draco could hear his wife stuttering apologies to various guests, but he couldn’t care less.
“And you, Potter?” Draco now addressed Harry, who had retreated to stand by his wife and two best friends, “Are you thrilled with our children’s union? Are you honestly happy to see your son ride off into the fucking sunset with that one-man gay pride parade I reluctantly call my offspring?”
Harry’s eyes flashed, and he opened his mouth in outrage, but Ginny placed a soothing hand on his shoulder and he fell silent.
“So this is what it comes to?” Draco roared, spittle flying as he regarded his son with a look of undisguised disgust, “The end of the Malfoy line, Scorpius! Generation upon generation upon generation, and it ends with your big fucking Queer-as-Folk-esque happy ever after! People have died for this line, Scorpius, and you’re going to piss all over their sacrifices so that you can live cozily in sin and perversion.”
Draco thought of Lucius, and it was suddenly as though the man was possessing Draco directly.
“Well, not while this Malfoy is alive and kicking. You want to be a Potter? Be a fucking Potter! You’re fucking disowned!” Astoria shrieked for Draco to shut up, but Draco went on.
“You won’t get a knut from this family! You and your husband can have a swell fucking time sweating it out on your own, because you, Scorpius, are the biggest fucking disappointment I could have ever prayed against! I hope, dear son, that you’re fucking happy!”
Scorpius narrowed his eyes at his father and took a deep shuddering breath.
“I am.” He said simply.
Draco blinked. “What?”
“For the first time in my life.” Scorpius continued calmly. “I’m happy, I’m married, I’m loved by a good man, I’m a part of a respected family, and being disowned by you, well that’s the best wedding present I’ve had all day.”
Draco went very still. “The Malfoy name-” he began,
“Is an embarrassment.” Scorpius snarled, “and one I’m glad to be rid of. I for one don’t care for being spat on wherever I go because of whatever crimes you and your father committed before I was even born. I for one don’t take pride in living off a fortune that was made through exploitation of others. And I for one certainly don’t give a shit if I don’t live up to your expectations, father. If anything, I’m proud of it.”
Albus Potter, stepped forwards, touched his hand to Scorpius’ shoulder and gently led him away. Lily and James patted Scorpius on the back as Ginny drew him into a motherly hug. Harry stood between Ginny and Astoria, a hand on each woman’s shoulder, offering reassuring nods to the group in general.
Draco watched the Potter family comfort each other, before he fell onto his side and vomited.
Everything went black.
!*!
The next morning, Astoria was gone, as was a selection of her clothes and belongings. Draco recognized everything missing as the things she herself owned without Draco’s contribution.
Astoria’s absence was explained through a long letter, one that Draco found taped to the liquor cabinet.
…in conclusion, my husband, I have always stood by you and the stigma that accompanies your name, but I have done so in the knowledge that you understand my sacrifice.
I now realize that I have, until now, been horribly mistaken, as you are of the delusion that the shame of your title has been some sort of honour bestowed unto me and your child.
Perhaps, in your arrogance, you have not registered the trials our family has suffered, or perhaps you simply did not care - but your son and I grow weary of the distain we endure in the public eye and the disgrace that we have suffered in payment for the crimes committed by yourself and Lucius Malfoy.
I filed for a divorce early this morning, and though I am aware that I will likely walk from this marriage with nothing, the mere threat of poverty pales to the idea of living one more day as your wife. I am re-taking the name Greengrass in a hope to salvage my reputation and perhaps one day begin anew.
As for our son, I am happy he has been able to move on from the unjustified hatred, distain and prejudice he has suffered on your ungrateful behalf, and I am sure that through his new life with Potter, he will understand what it means to be truly loved and respected.
Perhaps this turn of events will awaken you to what is really important, Draco, but if not, I rest in the knowledge that I will not be the one to provide you with another child for you to lay waste to.
Astoria
Draco read the letter twice before opening his liquor cabinet and withdrawing a fresh bottle of vodka.
Draco stared blindly for a moment at the crystal glasses lined up neatly on the shelves, sparkling almost smugly at Draco, all adorned with the Malfoy crest.
Draco surveyed his shining family crest, before swinging the vodka bottle through the glass and destroying every single one, screaming Lucius’ name like a curse as he did so.
Finally, his hands bleeding, several hundred galleons worth of crystal destroyed, Draco sat in the wreckage, swallowing thirstily from his vodka bottle.
Yes, Draco finally had to admit, as far as disappointing sons went, Scorpius Malfoy had certainly lived up to the title. But he paled in comparison to Draco Malfoy’s example of a disappointing father.