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Title: Handsome, Confident and a Filthy Mouth
Author: [livejournal.com profile] freakingcrups
Prompt Number: #7
Kink Showcased: Dirty Talk
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Scorpius/Harry
Summary: Scorpius Malfoy was a walking wet dream and it was driving Harry insane. He should floo to St Mungos, tell them to admit him because he was officially being driven crazy by a young man who was the same age as his son!
Warnings: Bottom!Harry, graphic sex, age disparity (46/18), past Harry/Draco (not mentioned in detail and only a sexual relationship), and some course language.
Word Count: 4,494 words
Author's Notes: Thank you to my darling [livejournal.com profile] kitty_fic for always holding my hand.



“Those are some pretty balls you have there.”

Those words should have sounded innocent. Harry was supposed to smile, say thank you, because Scorpius Malfoy was only referring to his Chudley Cannon signed quaffles. Instead of smiling though, he nearly swallowed his tongue.

He’s only eighteen, Harry repeated in his head. It was his mantra, or at least he tried to make it so. It was hard when he had a half-naked blond standing in front of him, his Quidditch-toned muscles straining against the skin that confined them. He briefly wondered what Scorpius would say if he dropped to his knees and licked a path up the smooth, pale skin that was his stomach. Or maybe he’d trail a finger along the lightly-coloured haired that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.

Harry shook his head. It was Scorpius’ fault for putting the thought into his head to begin with. He could have just said quaffles, not balls. He made it sound dirty on purpose, Harry was sure of it. And why was he half-naked anyway?

“What happened to your shirt?” Harry asked, averting his gaze to something, anything! It landed on the quaffles in his cabinet. The problem was that the cabinet doors were glass and Scorpius’ reflection smirked knowingly at him.

“It’s too hot,” he answered.

Harry snorted. Liar. If anything, it was cold and those pretty brown nipples were erect, reaching out, begging for Harry’s tongue and teeth. How he’d love to tug on those nubs and make Scorpius hiss with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

He’s only eighteen. Eighteen!

“Where’s Albus?” Harry tried to focus on his son. His son, who happened to be Scorpius’ best friend. His son, who was the same age as Scorpius!

“His girlfriend owled him. She wanted him over there to help with her bushes.” Scorpius’ smirked widened, his brows rising. “It needs tending to.”

Harry doubted Scorpius meant her garden. His mouth went dry and he stood abruptly. He walked, or maybe it was more of a stumble, towards the bar. He poured himself a firewhiskey, the strongest he had. He avoided the younger man’s gaze.

“And he just left you here? He might be awhile, you should go home.” Harry swallowed the alcohol in a one mouthful. The burn didn’t seem to help the arousal that ignited inside of Harry as Scorpius stared at him with insatiable hunger. Hunger that reminded Harry of Draco.

Godric, no. Harry wasn’t going to think about Draco. Not now. Not ever. And he wasn’t going to compare Scorpius to his father.

“It’s fine, I told him I’d keep you company. It must be hard, living on your own.” Scorpius hooked his thumbs in his jeans, tugging on them until the top of his light blond and trimmed pubic hair was visible for Harry’s greedy eyes. The v shape of Scorpius’ pelvic bone made Harry’s mouth water. And damn it, Harry liked what he saw. He shouldn’t have a body like that, he was too young.

Scorpius Malfoy was a walking wet dream and it was driving Harry insane. He should floo to St Mungos, tell them to admit him because he was officially being driven crazy by a young man who was the same age as his son!

“I grew used to it,” Harry said as he poured himself another tumbler of whiskey, throwing it back just as quickly as he poured it. “After Ginny and I divorced, the kids lived with her. But you know that.”

“Yeah. And your home was Albus’ getaway.” Scorpius stepped closer, his eyes darkening as his gaze followed the swipe of Harry’s tongue over his lips. “It was my getaway too. I loved coming here for sleepovers.”

Why are you here now? Harry wanted to ask. Albus had told Harry that he and Scorpius were coming over, but he never specified why. As soon as they arrived, they went straight to his old bedroom.

Harry closed his eyes and sighed. “Why are you here, Scorpius?”

The sound of the popping of a button and unzipping made Harry snap his eyes open, shocked to find Scorpius undoing his jeans and sliding them down his strong thighs. He wore tight briefs that hugged the outline of his cock snuggly, leaving nothing to Harry’s imagination.

He found himself frozen on the spot, his eyes drawn to the half hard cock. And what a beautiful half erect cock it was. Not even Harry’s mantra could penetrate his mind, which had shut down, allowing his own body to react to the sight in front of him. He’d only seen two cocks sexually other than his own in his life — Scorpius’ being the third — and he had to admit, the young man had the most impressive one he’d seen. And he’d only seen it half hard and in underwear!

Harry gained his wits and raised his gaze. “What are you doing, Scorpius?”

“Isn’t it clear, Mister Potter?”

Harry’s brows furrowed. Scorpius hadn’t called him Mister Potter in years. “I—”

“You don’t have to deny it. I know you want me as much as I want you.”

Scorpius cupped his cock and balls through his briefs, rubbing himself and swiping his tongue over his bottom lip. He was a temptation that Harry couldn't resist. And even though he tried, oh Merlin he tried, Harry could feel his resolve faltering.

He was eighteen! But not even that mattered to Harry any longer.

“You’re Draco’s son,” Harry said in a strangled voice, stumbling backwards.

Scorpius frowned. “I know you two have a history. He told me. But it doesn’t matter. I’m not my father and I want you, Mister Potter. I’ll make you never want anyone else ever again. Trust me. By the time I’m done with you, my name will be the only one on your pretty lips.”

There he went with the ‘Mister Potter’ again. Harry was beginning to think that was his fantasy – to fuck his best friend’s father, an older man. What Scorpius said penetrated Harry’s mind and his eyes widened. What? Draco had told him? No. He couldn’t have. They both agreed to keep their trysts to themselves. That’s all it had ever been: sex. Harry had never had any true feelings for Draco, but it was still embarrassing to hear that he’d told his son!

“It’s the past.” Scorpius stepped forward, reaching out to cup Harry’s jaw, the pad of his thumb caressing his cheek. “It will stay in the past, I promise.”

It was wrong to want Draco’s son so badly, but Harry found his scent intoxicating and his touch addicting. His hand was soft, a lack of roughness that should have been on a man’s hand. Harry wouldn’t be surprised if he put moisturiser on his skin.

Harry closed his eyes. He wasn’t going to think about Draco. This wasn’t about Draco, this was about Scorpius. The younger man was his own person and it wasn’t fair for Harry to compare him to his father.

“By the end of the night, Mister Potter, you won’t even remember my father’s name.” He leaned closer, his tongue darting out to trace the shell of Harry’s ear. “I’ll fuck you so hard; you’ll feel me into the next month. You’ll sit down tomorrow at work and your arse will hurt so much that you’ll get hard just thinking about what I did to it to make it that way.”

Harry swallowed. His tongue felt thick in his mouth and he didn’t think he could say anything in response. What could he say? Just the thought sent electrical shocks of pleasure through his body? Scorpius had a filthy mouth. The boy could talk dirty and Merlin, Harry loved every word.

“Do you like the sound of that, Mister Potter?” Scorpius’ fingers ran over Harry’s clothed chest. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

Harry’s breath hitched and he clenched his fists to stop himself from reaching for the younger man. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t.

“Come on, Mister Potter, tell me how much you want me to fuck you over that bar.”

Dear Merlin! Harry tried to take a step away, but he stumbled backwards, landing on his arse, hard. Anyone would think he was a teenage virgin with the way he was acting. Damn it.

Scorpius laughed, his eyes dancing with a mixture of amusement and desire as he stared down pointedly at Harry.

“Scorpius, this can’t happen,” Harry licked his dry lips and rose to his feet, making sure that he was a body length away from the younger man.

“Why?” Scorpius raised an eyebrow. “Because of my age?”

“Exactly!” Harry sighed. “You are the same age as my middle child.”

Scorpius chuckled, his stare lowering to the bulge in Harry’s trousers. “If it makes you feel any better, Albus approves of me seducing you.”

“What!” Harry exclaimed, his eyes widening. No. He couldn’t have possibly have told Albus that he wanted to seduce Harry, right?

Scorpius’ laughter deepened. “Calm down. I didn’t tell him anything, I was teasing you.”

Harry inhaled sharply, closing his eyes as relief flooded through him. He couldn’t imagine what he would say to Albus if his son knew about the attraction between Harry and Scorpius.

With his eyes closed, Harry didn’t expect the attack that Scorpius threw at him. Harry’s arm was grasped tightly and he was swung around with strength he didn’t know that Scorpius possessed. His chest flew over the bar, knocking bottles of expensive liquor over the floor with a loud crash. A hard, muscled chest pressed against his back, pinning him to the solid surface of the wooden structure. That wasn’t the only thing hard that was pinning him though. Scorpius’s erection poked at his arse. Apparently the layer of underwear that confined it was no longer there and Harry felt every inch of the long cock rubbing up his jean covered cheeks.

Hot breath caressed his ear. “You want this don’t you, Mister Potter?”

Harry bit his lip, unable to resist the urge to push his arse back. He knew if Scorpius wasn’t careful, he’d chafe his cock against Harry’s jeans, but apparently the young man didn’t mind.

“Tell me,” Scorpius whispered, his words soft and alluring. “Tell me and I’ll fuck you right here and now. I’ll make you scream for more. Make you so full, that you’ll never want my cock to leave your arse.”

Harry’s cock liked that idea. It jerked, causing him to bite his lip. If he didn’t get his jeans off soon, the zipper would bite his full masted erection, even through the boxers he wore. Harry hesitated, thoughts and consequences plaguing him. Whether it was wrong or not, he wanted this and Scorpius was of consenting age, right? So it shouldn’t matter that it’s only one shag. Harry cursed himself and his traitor body.

“Fuck me,” Harry finally whispered, pushing his arse back against the warm body behind him. “Fuck me, Scorpius.”

“Say it louder, Mister Potter!”

Harry grimaced as he heard the smirk in Scorpius’ voice.

“Fuck me,” Harry said louder, his face heating with a combination of embarrassment and desire. “Fuck me so I feel you into next month.”

Scorpius growled behind him and turned Harry around so fast that his head spun. Lips pressed against his roughly, prying open his mouth with a forceful tongue. Scorpius tasted sweet, sweeter than Harry expected, and just from one kiss, Harry couldn’t get enough. He wanted more. He wanted it all.

Scorpius’ fingers fiddled with his jeans, quickly unbuttoning them, zipper following, before he tugged them down Harry’s thighs with his boxers.

Harry helped by stepping out of them, allowing the younger man free access to his bobbing cock. Scorpius’ hand wrapped around him immediately, his thumb running over the slit and gathering the pre-cum that built there.

Scorpius broke the kiss so he could lick the pre-cum off his thumb, moaning louder than he needed to. “Salazar, you taste good. One day, Mister Potter, I want you to come in my mouth, fill my throat with your hot come until I choke on it.”

Harry’s cock jerked at the idea.

“Would you like that?” Scorpius’ ran his tongue along Harry’s jaw. When he reached his ear, he whispered into it. “Or would you prefer to have your mouth around my cock? I’d jam it so far in your mouth, you’ll choke as I come inside. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Harry wasn’t sure if it was the actual idea or whether it was the way Scorpius said it, but he swore his cock had grown that much harder as he listened to the dirty words that fell from Scorpius’ mouth. His balls tightened in anticipation and he spread his legs further, inviting Scorpius to do whatever the hell he wanted to.

“Answer me, Mister Potter.” Scorpius’ wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist, his hands immediately grabbing Harry’s bare arse and squeezed it. “Tell me how much you want it.”

Harry clenched his eyes closed, listening to his own deep raspy breathing. His chest rose and fell rapidly and his heart thumped so loudly, that he swore he couldn’t hear anything else. He’d never begged anyone to fuck him before, not in the way Scorpius was asking him to. Blimey, he was the older man here and he wasn’t going to let a teenager take his control from him, was he?

As though Scorpius could read his mind, he smirked. “Admit, Mister Potter, you want this. You want to give up control. You want me to dominate you, to take you, to be the one who makes the decisions. Aren’t you tired of making decisions, Mister Potter?”

Yes, he was. He was sick and tired of everyone expecting him to direct them on what to do in their own lives. Whether it was at work - where the Aurors crowded him, wanting to know his opinions on everything that was discussed - or at home where Ginny had expected Harry to sort out one of their children’s bad life choices (and there was more than what people expected. His children weren’t perfect, just like he and Ginny weren’t), people always expected him to take charge. Sometimes he wanted to be a follower, just like everyone else.

Although, he didn’t want Scorpius to know that. Or maybe he did. Why couldn’t he let loose this one time? Why couldn’t he give up the control?

“I want you to dominate me.” It came out breathless, his voice as raspy as a man who was dehydrated, begging for water. Snapping his eyes open, he stared into that deep azure gaze and demanded what he wanted from a mere look.

And from the smirk on Scorpius’ face, he knew exactly what Harry was asking of him. “Your wish is my command, Mister Potter.”

When Scorpius went in for a kiss, Harry pressed a hand to his warm chest. He felt the younger man’s heartbeat, strong and steady like a slow love song beneath his palm. “Why do you keep calling me that?”

Scorpius raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you turned on by it?” His hand wrapped around Harry’s dick again, his thumb tracing a prominent vein from the base to the engorged head. “I could call you Albus’ dad if you want. Can you imagine that? Me singing out ‘Merlin yes, Albus’ dad, you’re so tight.’”

Harry blanched. He had a point, but that still didn’t explain why he continually called him Mister Potter. “Do you like it?” He asked through the hiss of his teeth as Scorpius stroked him. “Did you just want to fuck an older man?”

“‘Course I did.” Scorpius’ spare hand massaged Harry’s thigh. “But there’s only one older man that I want to fuck, Mister Potter.” And with that, he bent over to take Harry’s cock in his mouth.

Harry gasped in shock. Scorpius’ move was quick and unpredictable and Harry’s hips responded to the sudden heat around his cock with a jerk, unintentionally slamming his erection fully into the warm mouth. He grimaced when Scorpius gagged. It had not been his intention to make the younger man choke, but it had amused him slightly. As cocky as Scorpius was, apparently he wasn’t as experienced as he acted.

“Sorry,” Harry groaned as he raised his knees, catching the edge of the bar with the arches of his feet. It gave him more leverage to thrust into Scorpius’ mouth carefully, even if it did hurt his poor knees. Getting old sucked.

Scorpius shook his head slightly and went straight to work on Harry’s cock. His tongue flicked around the mushroom head, tracing it as though he was learning it like a map. He licked the slit and the pre-cum that beaded there eagerly, his eyes closing as he swallowed the thick liquid on his tongue.

Harry pressed his lips together, his thighs shaking as Scorpius’ pretty tongue danced along his cock, working it like a stripper would work her pole. If Harry had money, he’d definitely be one of those eager, horny guys who threw wads of cash, begging for more.

As it was, he didn’t need to throw money because Scorpius was swallowing him in ways that made him rethink Scorpius’ lack of experience. He slurped at the cock vigorously and Harry definitely gave him an A+ for both effort and achievement. His balls tightened, his cock pulsing with need and Harry wanted nothing more than to come in Scorpius’ mouth. But he didn’t.

He wrapped his thumb and index finger around the base of his cock, squeezing hard to stop himself from erupting. With his other hand, he wrapped his fingers into Scorpius’ hair, pulling him away from Harry’s erection gently.

“Enough, Scorpius. If I come, it will take me awhile to recuperate,” Harry panted. “I’m not as young as I used to be.” As though his knees agreed, they gave out and his feet slipped from the bar and dangled over it like they had before.

Scorpius smirked. “That’s alright, Mister Potter. You can come when I’m inside of you.”

Scorpius’ words went straight to his balls. Harry squeezed his cock tighter and took a deep breath. Damn this good looking, sex fuelled teenager. He knew how to say all the right things and it was frustrating.

Harry pursed his lips and stared carefully at Scorpius. From his tight chest and stomach to his large, spider like fingers, he was perfect in every way. He was a walking wet dream and even if Harry started protesting again because of Scorpius’ age, he knew that his body would just betray him. There was no use arguing with the inevitable.

Harry snorted. Now he sounded like Scorpius.

Scorpius stared right back at him. He had no shame in tracing Harry’s body with his eyes, stroking his cock leisurely. Harry felt like he was about to be devoured just from the look. It was enough to make his cock throb and his balls ache for release.

“Are you going to fuck me with your cock or your eyes?” Harry finally asked, staring at the desire-flushed face in front of him. Scorpius wasn’t just sex on legs, he was beautiful; his face being the most beautiful feature of all. Even as pale as he was, his cheeks lit up like a Christmas tree with it’s flush of lust. His hair was a mess, wet with sweat, and Harry wanted to run his fingers through it, grab a hold of it as Scorpius fucked him.

Scorpius moved into action. He reached for his jeans on the ground, digging into his pockets, only to pull out a small tube of lube.

Harry raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything when Scorpius returned. He pushed Harry back against the bar roughly, causing a tumbler that still laid on its side to slide out of the way when his back hit it. Harry grimaced as it slid over the edge of the wooden surface and landed on the floor, shattering into pieces. Shit, those tumblers were expensive.

“I’ll fix it later,” Scorpius muttered indifferently, his attention on the tube of lube as he squeezed a large glob on his fingers.

“You better,” Harry replied, although his voice lacked conviction. He couldn’t care less, he wanted Scorpius inside of him and now.

Scorpius grabbed one of Harry’s legs and spread it further. His finger ran over Harry’s crease, tickling his hole with soft touches. Harry didn’t have to wait long before Scorpius was pushing it in.

“Oh Merlin,” Scorpius groaned as Harry’s arse muscles gave way to the finger that slid into him.

Harry licked his lips. He still had his tight hold on his cock and it was a relief because if he hadn’t, he would have come just from one finger inside of him. It had been so damn long since he’d had sex.

A second finger was added with the first and while Harry’s arse clenched around them harder, it still loosened from the invasion. When a third slid inside of him though, Harry’s hips pivoted down on the fingers, fucking himself on the long digits.

“Enough preparation,” Harry groaned. “Just get inside of me.”

Harry saw a shiver run down Scorpius’ spine and he briefly wondered just how much experience the younger man had. Clearly it was enough that he knew what he was doing, but not enough for him to be an expert. Maybe one or two lovers?

“I’m going to stick my dick so far up your arse, you’ll feel it in your throat.” The cocky Scorpius was back.

Harry loved Scorpius’ dirty talk and so did his cock, so he definitely wasn’t going to complain. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t tease him a little, right? “Are you all talk or are you actually going to bugger me?”

Scorpius smiled smugly. “Oh, I’m going to bugger you alright.”

Harry didn’t have time for a response before a lube slicked cock slammed into his arse. His words faltered, his hand immediately grasping Scorpius’ arm in a painful grip as pain creeped up his spine like an icy cold hand. “Ah!”

Scorpius paused, surprise and regret on his face. “Did-Did I hurt you?”

Merlin yes, that bloody hurt. But he couldn’t exactly blame Scorpius, he had teased the younger man after all. And really, pain always came with sex, especially when Harry hadn’t had it in a long time.

“It’s fine,” Harry finally said after a moment. The pain dwindled and he rocked his hips back against Scorpius’ cock. “Move.”

Scorpius stared down at him for a moment, his big blue eyes watching Harry’s face, most likely for any form of discomfort. When he didn’t see what he was looking for, he was moving. His cock slid out of Harry’s arse slowly before it returned snuggly inside of him. The movements were slow, too slow, and Harry grew frustrated.

“You’re not going to hurt me, Scorpius!”

Scorpius’s features twisted, uncertainty clear on his face, before it transformed back into the confident persona. His smug smile was caressing his lips and his hips began to pick up speed.

While Harry’s cock had wilted from the pain, but it was now back to full mast and curving towards his stomach, flushing a deep red. It bounced against him with every one of Scorpius’ thrust, leaving spots of pre-cum on his love trail. Harry reached for it, wrapping his fist around the width and tugged furiously.

“I want to fill you up with my cum,” Scorpius growled. His hands were gripping Harry’s thighs, holding them on Scorpius’ shoulder. “Have you ever felt this full before, Mister Potter? Did you feel this full with my father?”

Merlin no, Draco had nothing on Scorpius. Even his sexual prowess had so much more power than Draco had ever held, but he wasn’t going to admit that. Scorpius clearly had a big enough head as it was.

“You’re so tight, Mister Potter.” Scorpius threw his head back, his mouth open in pleasure. “So. Fucking. Tight.”

Harry’s back arched and he threw an arm backwards, gripping the first steady thing he could find so Scorpius wouldn’t thrust so hard that Harry slid off the other edge of the bar. And then Scorpius hit Harry’s prostate and Harry thrashed his head, his cock as hard as a rock. “That’s it! Right there! Merlin!”

“It’s Scorpius actually,” Scorpius said between the clench of his teeth. His thrusts grew more rapid, his movements becoming erratic as he lost control. “Oh fuckkkkk.”

Harry’s toes curled and the orgasm he tried so hard to hold back erupted from his cock, painting his chest and stomach with his cum. “Yes, Scorpius! Yes!”

Scorpius wasn’t far behind him. His hips jerked, his thighs shook and his eyes popped open so widely that Harry thought they’d fall out of his head. And then he was falling on Harry’s chest, his breathing laboured.

“Merlin, Mister Potter.”

“You definitely filled me up,” Harry teased when he was finally able to breathe again, wiggling his eyebrows.

Scorpius laughed. “If I was you, I wouldn’t try sitting down any time soon.”

“Oh I don’t know,” Harry retorted immediately, “I think I can still sit down. You didn’t fuck me that hard.”

Scorpius raised himself on his elbows, a smirk on his pretty lips. “If you want, I could try again. Or you know, follow through with my threat and fuck your mouth.”

Harry snorted in amusement. “Maybe another time.” He patted Scorpius’ sweaty back.

“So there’s going to be another time, huh?” Scorpius mouth latched onto Harry’s ear, sucking on his lobe.

Harry inwardly cursed himself. He shouldn’t have open his big mouth. Oh yeah, he enjoyed the sex alright, it was the best sex he’d ever had, but damn it, he couldn’t go promising Scorpius something like that.

“Trust me, Mister Potter, you’ll come back for more of my cock.”

Harry shook his head in disbelief. Confidence was definitely not one of Scorpius’ weak spots.

“Admit it, Harry, I was pretty good for my first time.”

Harry nodded faintly, before Scorpius’ words hit him. First time? What? Oh Merlin. He had just taken his son’s best friend’s virginity! He tried to laugh. “You’re joking again, right?”

Scorpius laughed and Harry felt relief wash over him. At least until Scorpius spoke again. “Nope, not joking this time. It was definitely my first time. I wanted to do it with you, have since I was fifteen. I researched everything I could about gay sex, even watched some of those Muggle movies. What do they call them? Porn?” Scorpius shrugged as he blathered on. “Anyway, doesn’t matter, does it? You liked it enough that we’ll definitely be doing it again.”

Harry clenched his eyes closed. Oh Merlin, he was most definitely going to hell for this.

Date: 2013-02-20 07:23 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] capitu
Oh, Scorpius! I love it when he seduces Harry like this. Man! I love this. Loved the dirty talking. :D

Date: 2013-02-21 12:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mab.livejournal.com
Love Love Love!!! I adore the younger guy taking what he wants. He's a real go-getter!

Date: 2013-02-21 04:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] corona-0304.livejournal.com
Oh this is smokin' hot!!!!! Your Scorpius is just too irresistible. <3

Date: 2013-02-21 02:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] teas-me.livejournal.com
Damn... Scorpius's mouth is so sinful. Love when he's the one actively pursuing Harry. Just.. .yeah.. no words for the hotness.

Date: 2013-02-21 11:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] susannah-wilde.livejournal.com
Loved everything about this fic!

Date: 2013-02-22 07:35 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] 0idontknow0
Scorpius just tore down Harry's resolve and did away with it, didn't he? Merlin, that young man has a sinful mouth. Sinful everything really. I don't blame Harry for cracking under all that seduction.

Date: 2013-02-23 10:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sksdwrld.livejournal.com
Hope there's room in the handbasket for the both of us! I think I enjoyed this almost as much as Harry did!

Date: 2013-02-28 10:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nearlyconscious.livejournal.com
Scorpius acting like a true Slytherin, haha. Hot! I love this pairing and dynamic.

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