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nicevennTitle: Take That, Malfoy 1/?
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dripping_cherry
Pairing: Harry/Scorpius, implied past Harry/Draco
Betas:justme_jane and softly_sweelty. Thanks!
Rating: NC-17 overall
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and associated publishers. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is being made from this fiction.
Wordcount: 1,900
Warnings: Age disparity (17/40ish), slash, oral, angst
Summary: Scorpius Malfoy makes teaching Potions properly an impossible task. Harry is determined to show the insufferable git his place. But will Harry's methods destroy something potentially beautiful?
Author's Notes: Counts towards prompt 22. Explosion, from my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100quills Harry/Scorpius table.
Harry had improved at Potions since his days at Hogwarts. Teaching the subject for over fifteen years did that to a person. During his first few years in the position, potions accidents had been a daily occurrence. That's just what happens when someone tries to teach a subject they don't understand. If only Minerva had accepted that fact and allowed Harry to teach D.A.D.A. instead of insisting he could be bright at Potions if only he applied himself.
She had been right, though; after long hours of study and learning to pay attention to detail, Harry had become almost as good at his job as Severus Snape had been. But this year, everything had changed.
The problem wasn't that Harry didn't know the ingredients or procedures for brewing the potions that his seventh year students were learning to make. No, the problem was Scorpius Malfoy, the blond Slytherin who reminded Harry so much of Draco that it made Harry's pulse quicken and his cock twitch. The blood just didn't flow to the right areas of Harry's anatomy when Scorpius was around, and the result was careless mistakes that often sent students to the hospital wing.
Unfortunately for Harry, Scorpius resembled his father in more ways than just looks. Every outbreak of boils and each temporarily blinded eye caused by Harry writing down the wrong ingredient on the chalkboard tore a cry of outrage from Scorpius's throat. "My father's going to hear about this! He'll be furious when he finds out what an incompetent idiot McGonagall is allowing to teach this class."
Ah, yes— an incompetent idiot. If only that were the worst name Harry had ever heard Scorpius call him. The first outburst had torn Harry's heart, and every subsequent insult poked at the wound until the pain made it difficult to breathe.
Harry had to protect himself somehow, so he had resorted to taking an anti-distraction potion before every class with Scorpius. It helped— when Harry remembered to take it, that is. He hadn't taken it today, though, so when he heard the sound of an explosion, Harry closed his eyes and prepared for the attack.
"Ugh!" said Scorpius as he felt the singed hair on the back of his head. Albus's concoction had exploded behind the Slytherin. "Not again…I'm going to tell my father about this!"
Harry sighed.
Oh, Merlin. Did Scorpius still believe his father would do something about it?
"Come here, Mr. Malfoy," said Harry. When Scorpius didn't move, Harry made a curling motion with his finger.
Scorpius rolled his eyes and stood from his table. He took his time as he walked the distance from his seat to Harry's desk, taking slow, casual steps and stopping a few feet away.
"Closer."
With a sigh, Scorpius closed the distance between them. Harry gestured for Scorpius to lean closer, as if he was going to tell his student a secret, noting with amusement the look of puzzlement and hesitation that broke through on Scorpius's face. The scent of citrus, combined with the pungent stench of burnt hair, filled the air between them as the boy leaned in. Harry felt a wave of heat surge through him, and it was all he could do to keep from pulling Scorpius onto his lap.
Closing the space between his lips and Scorpius's ear with his hand, Harry whispered, "I used to fuck your father up the arse."
Scorpius pulled back as if threatened with a Blast-Ended Skrewt. His well-schooled features and icy glare might have hidden his embarrassment, but the pink flush spreading across his cheeks betrayed him. Harry's lips twitched and he raised an eyebrow as he waited for a response.
"That's a lie!"
Harry shook his head. "Now have a seat," he said, pointing at Scorpius's chair.
Muttering under his breath, Scorpius returned to his table. Harry noticed that the boy's lithe frame was trembling and decided to pick at the wound by reminding Scorpius that he still had detention for the rest of the week.
"Take that, Malfoy," Harry muttered.
*****
The effect of Harry's words hadn’t lasted long; Scorpius arrived at detention recovered and ready for action. Harry saw it in the sneer that contorted Scorpius's face as soon as their eyes met. He hoped that if they got straight to business, Scorpius wouldn't have time to make any snarky comments.
Harry opened the door to the storeroom and they stepped inside. "These ingredients are all out of order," said Harry. "I want you to alphabetize them. When you're finished with that, I want you to make a list of anything I'm running low on."
Harry ignored the huff that came from behind him. "Report to me in my office when you're done."
Just as Harry turned to leave, Scorpius spoke for the first time since he'd arrived for detention.
"Professor?"
Harry sighed. "Yes?"
"Why'd you stop?" The glint in Scorpius's eyes made it clear what he was referring to. "Couldn't you please him? Are you as bad at sex as you are at Potions?"
"Enough!" Harry yelled. "That'll be detention during practice until the end of Quidditch season."
Scorpius's mouth was agape. "But sir, Slytherin won't have a chance of winning if I can never make it to practice!"
Now Harry sneered. "Do you think I care if Slytherin wins?" He patted the Gryffindor patch on his robes for emphasis. "Besides, you earned this yourself."
"Please, professor!" Scorpius grabbed hold of Harry's sleeve to keep the professor from leaving. "I'll do anything else…"
Harry held back a grin. Apparently Scorpius had learned that complaining to his Head of House wouldn't help him to win any battles against Harry Potter. He tapped his finger against his lips as he pretended to think for a moment. Then he shook his head. "No, I think I've come up with the best possible punishment for you. Anything less and you won't learn your lesson."
Scorpius was still holding the sleeve of Harry's robe in his fist. "I could— I could let you do that to me"
Harry tugged the material from Scorpius's grasp. "What are you talking about?"
"You know—" said Scorpius, "what you used to do to my father."
Harry felt his mouth form around a silent "oh" as the realization hit him, but he pressed his lips together and schooled his features into a look of indifference. He wanted to torture Scorpius a little. "I used to do a lot of things to your father. You're going to have to be more specific."
Scorpius picked at some imaginary lint on his sleeve. His cheeks were turning scarlet.
"I'llletyoufuckmeifyouwant."
Good Godric, Harry wanted to! But he couldn't let it show how much. "Once?" he asked casually.
"As many times as you want," said Scorpius. "Just as long as I can go to Quidditch practice."
Harry looked Scorpius up and down, noting everything from the polished and no doubt ridiculously expensive shoes to the soft-looking hair on top of the boy's head, which Harry wanted to grab a fistful of. Was it worth it?
With a few waves of his wand, Harry locked the door to the storeroom and cast the necessary silencing and privacy spells. He grinned when he saw the apprehensive look on Scorpius's face. The boy shuffled his feet as Harry walked over to him, stopping only when their bodies were close enough to exchange heat.
"Don't chew your lip off," Harry said, feeling the swollen pink flesh with his thumb. Scorpius was trembling. "You've never been with a man before, have you?"
Scorpius shook his head even as a slippery tongue flicked out to lick Harry's thumb.
"We'll just start with a blowjob, then," said Harry.
Before Scorpius could respond, Harry pulled him closer by the arse until their bodies were pressed up against one another. He examined the pale expanse of Scorpius's neck. His eyes were drawn to the area of smooth skin that rose and feel rhythmically over an unrelenting pulse. Slowly, Harry lowered his mouth to it.
Scorpius stiffened for a moment before a pent up breath escaped his lips. Soon a slender hand was pressing Harry's head against that tempting column of flesh. He ground his hips against Scorpius's and was pleased to find that the boy was already aroused. Another minute of nipping and sucking that silky skin into his mouth and Harry would be ready, too.
He kissed Scorpius's jaw line, licked his neck, and did all manner of wicked things to his ear, but he pointedly avoided the boy's lips. That kind of kissing was too intimate— Harry would lose his heart too fast, to a git who was doing this only because he wanted to win the Quidditch Cup.
Scorpius was rubbing against Harry. Occasionally he would try to turn his head so that their mouths would meet, but Harry always maneuvered his way out of the reach of those tempting lips. When it felt like Harry's cock was ready to burst through his trousers, he pulled back.
"Suck me," said Harry.
Scorpius looked down at Harry's crotch and got on his knees. His hands trembled as he unzipped Harry's fly and pulled out the swollen prick.
Harry clenched his teeth to keep from moaning as Scorpius's tongue swirled around the head of his cock. He wanted to push forward between those lips that were closing around his shaft and bury himself to the balls in that spiteful mouth, but he restrained himself. He didn't want to scare Scorpius off.
Scorpius stroked Harry with his hand where his mouth couldn't reach. Sometimes he stopped to lick along the underside of Harry's cock or to lap at the fluid oozing from the tip.
"So good," Harry said as Scorpius tried to take him a little deeper in his mouth. Grey eyes looked up at Harry for approval. "Not nearly as talented as your father, though."
Scorpius looked down, then. From that point on, the teasing stopped and Scorpius seemed to be focused solely on bringing Harry off as quickly as possible.
Harry hadn't meant what he said. His chest ached at the sight of Scorpius's deflated shoulders. The boy was exceptionally talented, but he needed to be brought down a notch or two; otherwise Scorpius might realize how much power he had over his professor.
Harry laced his fingers through those pale blond strands, rocking his hips gently as the pressure in his groin became unbearable. One last swipe of Scorpius's tongue against the tip of Harry's cock was all it took to bring Harry over the edge. He held Scorpius's head in place as he rode out his orgasm, not allowing the boy to pull back.
Scorpius cringed a little as he swallowed Harry's spunk, but he proceeded to lick the cock clean even after Harry released him. He avoided Harry's eyes as he tucked it back inside Harry's trousers.
Harry noticed the bulge that showed even through Scorpius's robes as the boy stood, but he wasn't going to offer to do anything about it unless Scorpius asked. He wanted to, though. Merlin, how he wanted to.
"You'll still be serving detention for the rest of this week," said Harry. "So er… you'd better get started on organizing these ingredients."
Scorpius only nodded.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Harry said. He turned and fled the storeroom before he could give in to temptation and return Scorpius the favor.
Tbc…
Author:
dripping_cherryPairing: Harry/Scorpius, implied past Harry/Draco
Betas:
justme_jane and softly_sweelty. Thanks!Rating: NC-17 overall
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and associated publishers. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is being made from this fiction.
Wordcount: 1,900
Warnings: Age disparity (17/40ish), slash, oral, angst
Summary: Scorpius Malfoy makes teaching Potions properly an impossible task. Harry is determined to show the insufferable git his place. But will Harry's methods destroy something potentially beautiful?
Author's Notes: Counts towards prompt 22. Explosion, from my
100quills Harry/Scorpius table.Harry had improved at Potions since his days at Hogwarts. Teaching the subject for over fifteen years did that to a person. During his first few years in the position, potions accidents had been a daily occurrence. That's just what happens when someone tries to teach a subject they don't understand. If only Minerva had accepted that fact and allowed Harry to teach D.A.D.A. instead of insisting he could be bright at Potions if only he applied himself.
She had been right, though; after long hours of study and learning to pay attention to detail, Harry had become almost as good at his job as Severus Snape had been. But this year, everything had changed.
The problem wasn't that Harry didn't know the ingredients or procedures for brewing the potions that his seventh year students were learning to make. No, the problem was Scorpius Malfoy, the blond Slytherin who reminded Harry so much of Draco that it made Harry's pulse quicken and his cock twitch. The blood just didn't flow to the right areas of Harry's anatomy when Scorpius was around, and the result was careless mistakes that often sent students to the hospital wing.
Unfortunately for Harry, Scorpius resembled his father in more ways than just looks. Every outbreak of boils and each temporarily blinded eye caused by Harry writing down the wrong ingredient on the chalkboard tore a cry of outrage from Scorpius's throat. "My father's going to hear about this! He'll be furious when he finds out what an incompetent idiot McGonagall is allowing to teach this class."
Ah, yes— an incompetent idiot. If only that were the worst name Harry had ever heard Scorpius call him. The first outburst had torn Harry's heart, and every subsequent insult poked at the wound until the pain made it difficult to breathe.
Harry had to protect himself somehow, so he had resorted to taking an anti-distraction potion before every class with Scorpius. It helped— when Harry remembered to take it, that is. He hadn't taken it today, though, so when he heard the sound of an explosion, Harry closed his eyes and prepared for the attack.
"Ugh!" said Scorpius as he felt the singed hair on the back of his head. Albus's concoction had exploded behind the Slytherin. "Not again…I'm going to tell my father about this!"
Harry sighed.
Oh, Merlin. Did Scorpius still believe his father would do something about it?
"Come here, Mr. Malfoy," said Harry. When Scorpius didn't move, Harry made a curling motion with his finger.
Scorpius rolled his eyes and stood from his table. He took his time as he walked the distance from his seat to Harry's desk, taking slow, casual steps and stopping a few feet away.
"Closer."
With a sigh, Scorpius closed the distance between them. Harry gestured for Scorpius to lean closer, as if he was going to tell his student a secret, noting with amusement the look of puzzlement and hesitation that broke through on Scorpius's face. The scent of citrus, combined with the pungent stench of burnt hair, filled the air between them as the boy leaned in. Harry felt a wave of heat surge through him, and it was all he could do to keep from pulling Scorpius onto his lap.
Closing the space between his lips and Scorpius's ear with his hand, Harry whispered, "I used to fuck your father up the arse."
Scorpius pulled back as if threatened with a Blast-Ended Skrewt. His well-schooled features and icy glare might have hidden his embarrassment, but the pink flush spreading across his cheeks betrayed him. Harry's lips twitched and he raised an eyebrow as he waited for a response.
"That's a lie!"
Harry shook his head. "Now have a seat," he said, pointing at Scorpius's chair.
Muttering under his breath, Scorpius returned to his table. Harry noticed that the boy's lithe frame was trembling and decided to pick at the wound by reminding Scorpius that he still had detention for the rest of the week.
"Take that, Malfoy," Harry muttered.
*****
The effect of Harry's words hadn’t lasted long; Scorpius arrived at detention recovered and ready for action. Harry saw it in the sneer that contorted Scorpius's face as soon as their eyes met. He hoped that if they got straight to business, Scorpius wouldn't have time to make any snarky comments.
Harry opened the door to the storeroom and they stepped inside. "These ingredients are all out of order," said Harry. "I want you to alphabetize them. When you're finished with that, I want you to make a list of anything I'm running low on."
Harry ignored the huff that came from behind him. "Report to me in my office when you're done."
Just as Harry turned to leave, Scorpius spoke for the first time since he'd arrived for detention.
"Professor?"
Harry sighed. "Yes?"
"Why'd you stop?" The glint in Scorpius's eyes made it clear what he was referring to. "Couldn't you please him? Are you as bad at sex as you are at Potions?"
"Enough!" Harry yelled. "That'll be detention during practice until the end of Quidditch season."
Scorpius's mouth was agape. "But sir, Slytherin won't have a chance of winning if I can never make it to practice!"
Now Harry sneered. "Do you think I care if Slytherin wins?" He patted the Gryffindor patch on his robes for emphasis. "Besides, you earned this yourself."
"Please, professor!" Scorpius grabbed hold of Harry's sleeve to keep the professor from leaving. "I'll do anything else…"
Harry held back a grin. Apparently Scorpius had learned that complaining to his Head of House wouldn't help him to win any battles against Harry Potter. He tapped his finger against his lips as he pretended to think for a moment. Then he shook his head. "No, I think I've come up with the best possible punishment for you. Anything less and you won't learn your lesson."
Scorpius was still holding the sleeve of Harry's robe in his fist. "I could— I could let you do that to me"
Harry tugged the material from Scorpius's grasp. "What are you talking about?"
"You know—" said Scorpius, "what you used to do to my father."
Harry felt his mouth form around a silent "oh" as the realization hit him, but he pressed his lips together and schooled his features into a look of indifference. He wanted to torture Scorpius a little. "I used to do a lot of things to your father. You're going to have to be more specific."
Scorpius picked at some imaginary lint on his sleeve. His cheeks were turning scarlet.
"I'llletyoufuckmeifyouwant."
Good Godric, Harry wanted to! But he couldn't let it show how much. "Once?" he asked casually.
"As many times as you want," said Scorpius. "Just as long as I can go to Quidditch practice."
Harry looked Scorpius up and down, noting everything from the polished and no doubt ridiculously expensive shoes to the soft-looking hair on top of the boy's head, which Harry wanted to grab a fistful of. Was it worth it?
With a few waves of his wand, Harry locked the door to the storeroom and cast the necessary silencing and privacy spells. He grinned when he saw the apprehensive look on Scorpius's face. The boy shuffled his feet as Harry walked over to him, stopping only when their bodies were close enough to exchange heat.
"Don't chew your lip off," Harry said, feeling the swollen pink flesh with his thumb. Scorpius was trembling. "You've never been with a man before, have you?"
Scorpius shook his head even as a slippery tongue flicked out to lick Harry's thumb.
"We'll just start with a blowjob, then," said Harry.
Before Scorpius could respond, Harry pulled him closer by the arse until their bodies were pressed up against one another. He examined the pale expanse of Scorpius's neck. His eyes were drawn to the area of smooth skin that rose and feel rhythmically over an unrelenting pulse. Slowly, Harry lowered his mouth to it.
Scorpius stiffened for a moment before a pent up breath escaped his lips. Soon a slender hand was pressing Harry's head against that tempting column of flesh. He ground his hips against Scorpius's and was pleased to find that the boy was already aroused. Another minute of nipping and sucking that silky skin into his mouth and Harry would be ready, too.
He kissed Scorpius's jaw line, licked his neck, and did all manner of wicked things to his ear, but he pointedly avoided the boy's lips. That kind of kissing was too intimate— Harry would lose his heart too fast, to a git who was doing this only because he wanted to win the Quidditch Cup.
Scorpius was rubbing against Harry. Occasionally he would try to turn his head so that their mouths would meet, but Harry always maneuvered his way out of the reach of those tempting lips. When it felt like Harry's cock was ready to burst through his trousers, he pulled back.
"Suck me," said Harry.
Scorpius looked down at Harry's crotch and got on his knees. His hands trembled as he unzipped Harry's fly and pulled out the swollen prick.
Harry clenched his teeth to keep from moaning as Scorpius's tongue swirled around the head of his cock. He wanted to push forward between those lips that were closing around his shaft and bury himself to the balls in that spiteful mouth, but he restrained himself. He didn't want to scare Scorpius off.
Scorpius stroked Harry with his hand where his mouth couldn't reach. Sometimes he stopped to lick along the underside of Harry's cock or to lap at the fluid oozing from the tip.
"So good," Harry said as Scorpius tried to take him a little deeper in his mouth. Grey eyes looked up at Harry for approval. "Not nearly as talented as your father, though."
Scorpius looked down, then. From that point on, the teasing stopped and Scorpius seemed to be focused solely on bringing Harry off as quickly as possible.
Harry hadn't meant what he said. His chest ached at the sight of Scorpius's deflated shoulders. The boy was exceptionally talented, but he needed to be brought down a notch or two; otherwise Scorpius might realize how much power he had over his professor.
Harry laced his fingers through those pale blond strands, rocking his hips gently as the pressure in his groin became unbearable. One last swipe of Scorpius's tongue against the tip of Harry's cock was all it took to bring Harry over the edge. He held Scorpius's head in place as he rode out his orgasm, not allowing the boy to pull back.
Scorpius cringed a little as he swallowed Harry's spunk, but he proceeded to lick the cock clean even after Harry released him. He avoided Harry's eyes as he tucked it back inside Harry's trousers.
Harry noticed the bulge that showed even through Scorpius's robes as the boy stood, but he wasn't going to offer to do anything about it unless Scorpius asked. He wanted to, though. Merlin, how he wanted to.
"You'll still be serving detention for the rest of this week," said Harry. "So er… you'd better get started on organizing these ingredients."
Scorpius only nodded.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Harry said. He turned and fled the storeroom before he could give in to temptation and return Scorpius the favor.
Tbc…
