Winter Shorts 2008 Round Two: Fic - Winter Hands - PG-13
Mod Note: Er....so...I guess I'm the lamest mod ever...'cause I forgot to post the last fic! :P Well, here's some extra holiday cheer for you! :D Enjoy! - aki_hoshi
Title: Winter Hands
Name: lotus_lizzy
Prompt: #084 - "If I could only have you here to breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands
I love on this winter's night with you."
-- Sarah Mclachlan, "Song For A Winter's Night"
Prompt Given by: Anonymous
Word Count: 1193
Rating: PG-13
Betas: thesamanthahope
Author's Notes: I am so glad you guys extended the limit to 1200!!! *hugs the mods*
Summary: Scorpius enjoys a quiet night at home with his father for Christmas eve, until some surprise visitors arrive at his door.
The lights down the street were bright. A few of the homes had placed paper luminaries down their walkways casting a yellow glow on the snow. Scorpius's home was without lights, his father preferring to ignore the plebian Muggle rituals. His mother was already appalled at their living arrangement, but she only came around for big occasions, preferring to write when she remembered.
Christmas Eve was always a quiet night of reflection. Scorpius's father was in his office doing something secretive that most likely had to do with his Christmas gift. For years his father had given him something made by his own hands; a wooden box for Scorpius's favorite things, a carved owl that sat on his dresser, an ornate bookcase for all his Muggle paperbacks.
When Scorpius was very little, his father had invited an old man with large knowing eyes to their home. Scorpius had never seen his father so nervous, constantly tripping over his own words and fretting around the home attempting to meet his guest's every need. After Scorpius had been put to bed, he had sneaked back down into the living room and witnessed his father cry for the first time in his life. Even when it was discovered that Scorpius was a squib, his father's eyes had stayed dry. He just gathered Scorpius into his arms and whispered in his ear that it was all right. In response to his father's breakdown, the old man just patted his father on the knee and offered him an apprenticeship at his shop. After that, his father was always bringing home bits of wood, smelling of cedar and smiling broadly.
It had been an extremely cold winter, and for the first time in years it was actually snowing. His father had charmed a few snowflakes, creating tiny ornaments that danced around the Christmas tree. The snowflakes looked strange next to Scorpius's homemade ornaments that he made in Muggle school. His father never understood Muggle's fascination with glitter, but Scorpius figured it was their attempt at capturing the beauty of magic.
It was Scorpius's final year, and in a few weeks he would have to decide which university to attend. His father had been quite proud that Scorpius had made it into Oxford and Cambridge, and told every wizard and witch he knew, even though most had no idea what he was talking about. Scorpius was going to be the first Malfoy with a university degree, something his mother found horrifying, but his father was proud. His father was always proud.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. His father hadn't mentioned any visitors this evening, and his mother was in France with one of her lovers. Scorpius gathered himself up and went to the door, a bit apprehensive of a visitor interrupting the quiet night.
On the other side of the door was his older cousin Teddy, blue hair styled in perfect disarray and sporting a new eyebrow piercing. Standing behind him was a young man Scorpius had never seen before. He had dark hair and bright green eyes and was looking at Scorpius as if they had known each other for years.
"Scorp! So good to see you! Can you get your father for me? I have great news!"
Scorpius shuddered at the awful nickname and allowed them both in. He led them to the living room and went to fetch his father. He knocked on his father's office and called in that Teddy had arrived with news.
Scorpius then went back into the living room and offered to make tea. He went into the kitchen, pulled out some mugs and placed the kettle on the stove. He turned, and there was the boy Teddy had brought with him, eyes wide. He must have followed Scorpius into the kitchen and watched him do things the Muggle way. Scorpius waited for the inquisition, ready to rattle off his patent responses to questions about his non-existent magical skill.
Suddenly a large scream of joy came from the living room, followed by his father's voice yelling "good show."
"Teddy must have told your father the news. He's getting married. To my cousin."
Scorpius stared at the boy. Had they met before? He looked at Scorpius as if he knew him, a small smile on his lips. His freckles seemed almost misplaced on his pale face, but they suited him, even though they clashed horribly with his dark hair and eyebrows.
"You don't remember me, do you?"
Scorpius opened his mouth, but he couldn't think of a response that didn't sound silly.
"Name's Albus, Albus Severus Potter. We met when we were kids. You were visiting your father at work when I got my first wand."
Suddenly Scorpius remembered a small frightened boy who was sure he was a squib and refused to try out any of the wands. It wasn't until Scorpius had stood beside him and told him that he himself was a squib and had a great life that Albus had agreed to try out the wands. Albus had grabbed a hold of Scorpius's hand and waved the wand his father had handed him. It was the first time Scorpius had ever felt magic. It poured off Albus in waves and shot sparks though his fingers to Scorpius's own.
"I'm going to Oxford!"
Scorpius's face flamed at the outburst, but it was if his tongue was no longer attached to his brain. Albus just smiled at him, a small dimple peeking out in his right cheek.
The tea kettle began to whistle, so Scorpius lifted the kettle and placed it on a tray with the mugs. Albus followed him back into the living room where his father was smiling at a very excited Teddy.
"Scorpius, did Teddy tell you the good news?"
Scorpius put down the tray and sat next to his father who put an arm around him. Scorpius listened to Teddy wax poetical on his bride to be and how he popped the question. And all throughout, Albus stared at him, his hands flexing on his thighs. Scorpius licked his lips and attempted to pay attention to Teddy, but it was so hard when Albus continued to stare and stare and stare.
The hour grew late and Scorpius was yawning behind his hand. They all rose and he and his father escorted Teddy and Albus to the front door, Teddy promising to send invitations and embracing his father with delight.
Scorpius watched the exchange, happy for his cousin, when suddenly he felt a warm hand envelope his. Scorpius looked up only to be met with Albus's face very close to his own.
"I always think of you when I perform magic, Scorpius."
Albus gave Scorpius a tiny peck on his lips. It was small and simple and finished far too soon before Albus was slipping out the door and following Teddy into the snow outside. His father turned and hugged Scorpius before retreating back to his office, obviously ignorant of what had just happened between him and Albus. Scorpius stood in the doorway, watching the snow fall, and reveling in the sweet tingling on his lips.
Disclaimer: This piece of fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made, no copyright or trademark infringement, or offence is intended. All characters depicted in sexual situations are above the age of consent.
Title: Winter Hands
Name: lotus_lizzy
Prompt: #084 - "If I could only have you here to breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands
I love on this winter's night with you."
-- Sarah Mclachlan, "Song For A Winter's Night"
Prompt Given by: Anonymous
Word Count: 1193
Rating: PG-13
Betas: thesamanthahope
Author's Notes: I am so glad you guys extended the limit to 1200!!! *hugs the mods*
Summary: Scorpius enjoys a quiet night at home with his father for Christmas eve, until some surprise visitors arrive at his door.
The lights down the street were bright. A few of the homes had placed paper luminaries down their walkways casting a yellow glow on the snow. Scorpius's home was without lights, his father preferring to ignore the plebian Muggle rituals. His mother was already appalled at their living arrangement, but she only came around for big occasions, preferring to write when she remembered.
Christmas Eve was always a quiet night of reflection. Scorpius's father was in his office doing something secretive that most likely had to do with his Christmas gift. For years his father had given him something made by his own hands; a wooden box for Scorpius's favorite things, a carved owl that sat on his dresser, an ornate bookcase for all his Muggle paperbacks.
When Scorpius was very little, his father had invited an old man with large knowing eyes to their home. Scorpius had never seen his father so nervous, constantly tripping over his own words and fretting around the home attempting to meet his guest's every need. After Scorpius had been put to bed, he had sneaked back down into the living room and witnessed his father cry for the first time in his life. Even when it was discovered that Scorpius was a squib, his father's eyes had stayed dry. He just gathered Scorpius into his arms and whispered in his ear that it was all right. In response to his father's breakdown, the old man just patted his father on the knee and offered him an apprenticeship at his shop. After that, his father was always bringing home bits of wood, smelling of cedar and smiling broadly.
It had been an extremely cold winter, and for the first time in years it was actually snowing. His father had charmed a few snowflakes, creating tiny ornaments that danced around the Christmas tree. The snowflakes looked strange next to Scorpius's homemade ornaments that he made in Muggle school. His father never understood Muggle's fascination with glitter, but Scorpius figured it was their attempt at capturing the beauty of magic.
It was Scorpius's final year, and in a few weeks he would have to decide which university to attend. His father had been quite proud that Scorpius had made it into Oxford and Cambridge, and told every wizard and witch he knew, even though most had no idea what he was talking about. Scorpius was going to be the first Malfoy with a university degree, something his mother found horrifying, but his father was proud. His father was always proud.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. His father hadn't mentioned any visitors this evening, and his mother was in France with one of her lovers. Scorpius gathered himself up and went to the door, a bit apprehensive of a visitor interrupting the quiet night.
On the other side of the door was his older cousin Teddy, blue hair styled in perfect disarray and sporting a new eyebrow piercing. Standing behind him was a young man Scorpius had never seen before. He had dark hair and bright green eyes and was looking at Scorpius as if they had known each other for years.
"Scorp! So good to see you! Can you get your father for me? I have great news!"
Scorpius shuddered at the awful nickname and allowed them both in. He led them to the living room and went to fetch his father. He knocked on his father's office and called in that Teddy had arrived with news.
Scorpius then went back into the living room and offered to make tea. He went into the kitchen, pulled out some mugs and placed the kettle on the stove. He turned, and there was the boy Teddy had brought with him, eyes wide. He must have followed Scorpius into the kitchen and watched him do things the Muggle way. Scorpius waited for the inquisition, ready to rattle off his patent responses to questions about his non-existent magical skill.
Suddenly a large scream of joy came from the living room, followed by his father's voice yelling "good show."
"Teddy must have told your father the news. He's getting married. To my cousin."
Scorpius stared at the boy. Had they met before? He looked at Scorpius as if he knew him, a small smile on his lips. His freckles seemed almost misplaced on his pale face, but they suited him, even though they clashed horribly with his dark hair and eyebrows.
"You don't remember me, do you?"
Scorpius opened his mouth, but he couldn't think of a response that didn't sound silly.
"Name's Albus, Albus Severus Potter. We met when we were kids. You were visiting your father at work when I got my first wand."
Suddenly Scorpius remembered a small frightened boy who was sure he was a squib and refused to try out any of the wands. It wasn't until Scorpius had stood beside him and told him that he himself was a squib and had a great life that Albus had agreed to try out the wands. Albus had grabbed a hold of Scorpius's hand and waved the wand his father had handed him. It was the first time Scorpius had ever felt magic. It poured off Albus in waves and shot sparks though his fingers to Scorpius's own.
"I'm going to Oxford!"
Scorpius's face flamed at the outburst, but it was if his tongue was no longer attached to his brain. Albus just smiled at him, a small dimple peeking out in his right cheek.
The tea kettle began to whistle, so Scorpius lifted the kettle and placed it on a tray with the mugs. Albus followed him back into the living room where his father was smiling at a very excited Teddy.
"Scorpius, did Teddy tell you the good news?"
Scorpius put down the tray and sat next to his father who put an arm around him. Scorpius listened to Teddy wax poetical on his bride to be and how he popped the question. And all throughout, Albus stared at him, his hands flexing on his thighs. Scorpius licked his lips and attempted to pay attention to Teddy, but it was so hard when Albus continued to stare and stare and stare.
The hour grew late and Scorpius was yawning behind his hand. They all rose and he and his father escorted Teddy and Albus to the front door, Teddy promising to send invitations and embracing his father with delight.
Scorpius watched the exchange, happy for his cousin, when suddenly he felt a warm hand envelope his. Scorpius looked up only to be met with Albus's face very close to his own.
"I always think of you when I perform magic, Scorpius."
Albus gave Scorpius a tiny peck on his lips. It was small and simple and finished far too soon before Albus was slipping out the door and following Teddy into the snow outside. His father turned and hugged Scorpius before retreating back to his office, obviously ignorant of what had just happened between him and Albus. Scorpius stood in the doorway, watching the snow fall, and reveling in the sweet tingling on his lips.
Disclaimer: This piece of fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made, no copyright or trademark infringement, or offence is intended. All characters depicted in sexual situations are above the age of consent.