Fic: Christmas With The Malfoys

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Title: Christmas With The Malfoys
Author: LRThunder
My own prompt: (optional - you can include the prompt you used here)
Kink Showcased:Age difference (primary), voyeurism
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Narcissa, Albus Severus/Astoria, Scorpius/Rose
Summary: Harry and Albus enjoy a post-Christmas dinner activity with their respective Malfoy lovers.
Warnings: Age disparity (Harry/Narcissa, Albus Severus/Astoria)
Word Count: 2,462
Author's Notes:


Rose smiled as she watched her family as they dined with the Malfoys. She blushed as she remembered she was now a Malfoy. She was Mrs. Malfoy, wife to Scorpius. Her father-in-law and his father had passed away a few years ago, leaving only their wives. When Scorpius had proposed to her, they had immediately started training her to be a proper Malfoy wife.

She remembered her mother's reaction at that. She knew her parents hadn't gotten along with Scorpius's father at Hogwarts, but her mother really scowled at the idea of Rose becoming a proper Malfoy wife. Rose loved her mother dearly, but she told her more than once she was letting her prejudices get the better of her.

Of her family, only Albus and Uncle Harry got along best with the Malfoy women. Uncle Harry hadn't cared for Draco either, but he was the only one to make amends after the war. Albus and Scorpius were best friends, having been in Slytherin together. She completed, what people jokingly called, "the second Golden Trio."

With their husbands dead, most pure-blood wives would have to fend for themselves. But Scorpius insisted that his mother and grandmother continue to live at Malfoy Manor. Rose agreed. They were still Malfoys after all and deserved to live in the ancestral home.

Rose excused herself to check on the dessert. Scorpius followed her. "What's wrong, Rose?"

She turned to face her husband. "Nothing's wrong."

He smirked. "I know that look. Something is bothering you. What's going on?"

Rose sighed. She hoped Scorpius hadn't noticed. "This is going to sound mental, but I think Albus and Uncle Harry fancy Astoria and Narcissa."

Scorpius blinked. "You're right. That does sound mental. Why do you say that?"

"Before dinner, I noticed how Albus was flirting with your mother."

He scoffed. "That's Albus Potter. He flirts with any single or widowed female, the exception being his mother and grandmother."

Rose raised her eyebrows. "Even my mother?"

Scorpius smirked again. "Even her."

She shuddered. She didn't need to have that mental image in her head. "Then there's Uncle Harry. I heard the stories how he met Narcissa. Let's just say it's warmer in winter than that meeting was. However, I walked in on them a couple of times, and I think they were snogging."

Rose expected Scorpius to be offended or disgusted. Instead, he shrugged and said, "Good."

"Good?"

"Mother and Grandmother have been lonely for a while. They deserve happiness."

"Even if it's with my uncle and cousin?"

"I know Albus is a flirt, but he's a good man. He wouldn't lead a woman on only to break her heart. Besides, if he tried doing that with Mother, the only question is who would be the first to hex away his ability to have children," Scorpius said.

"I hope you're right."

Scorpius smirked again. "I know I am."

"Prat. Now, let's return before they think we're shagging."

* * * * * *

Rose watched her uncle and cousin consume generous amounts of wine. She bit her lip nervously, but felt a reassuring hand on her arm. She turned and saw her husband's smile. Albus slammed his glass on the table. "That was...that was good."

"Albus, you're drunk."

His green eyes twinkled as he grinned. "So?"

"So, you're in no condition to Apparate home. Maybe Uncle Harry can…"

"I don't think he's in any condition either, dear," Narcissa said gently.

Rose grimaced. If either of them tried to Apparate home intoxicated, they could Splinch themselves. "Maybe they should spend the night," she suggested.

Her mother-in-law beamed. "That's an excellent suggestion. Narcissa, why don't you show Harry to where he's staying, and I'll escort Albus to his room."

Narcissa smiled. "That's a good idea. Come on, Mr. Potter," she said, urging Rose's uncle out of his seat. He tried to resist initially, but soon allowed himself to be led away. Albus grinned lustfully at Astoria, who seemed to ignore it. Soon, only Rose and Scorpius were left in the dining room.

"I'm sorry about that, Scorpius. They're usually better behaved than that," she apologized.

"Don't be, Rose. Given how Albus usually flirts, that's actually good behavior for him."

Rose grimaced again. "I'm going to clean up."

Scorpius frowned. "You could ask Mr. Potter's elf to come here and do it himself."

She narrowed her eyes. "I'm not his mistress, and he's too old to Apparate. Uncle Harry thinks he's on his last legs. Besides, there were only six of us. I can manage."

Scorpius stood up and yawned. "Well, be quick about it. If you hurry, we might have time for a last-minute Christmas shag," he smirked. Before she could say anything, he kissed her passionately, as though it was a preview of things to come. She blushed furiously as he left the dining room.

As she picked up the wine glasses, she noticed something peculiar. Uncle Harry and Albus's glasses were still full, yet they had enjoyed their drinks. Or had they? She lifted each glass to her nose and sniffed. They must have refilled them, but the drinks didn't smell alcoholic.

Rose shrugged. That was a mystery, but a minor one. If she hurried, she might get that Christmas shag her husband had promised her.

* * * * * *

"Is something bothering you, Rose?" Scorpius asked.

Rose was in the process of undressing when his question interrupted her thoughts. "I'm sorry, what?"

He smirked. "You have that expression on your face when something is bothering you."

She faced him and rolled her eyes. "That expression on my face, as you call it, is only there when you or Albus do something stupid."

Her husband had a look of innocent that she was very familiar with. "I haven't done anything this time, so it must have been Albus."

"He was on his best behavior, but…" she replied, her voice trailing off. "I'm just being silly, that's all."

Before she knew it, Scorpius's arms were around her, causing her to squeal. "Then perhaps we can be silly together," he murmured against her neck. She moaned as she felt his hands remove her slip, exposing her body. "That's nice," he whispered again, as his hands caressed her breasts. "Come to bed with me, Rosie."

Rose could never resist when he used her nickname. Her doubts and suspicions faded away as she let Scorpius sweep her off to bed. Her head had barely touched the pillow before he was inside her, causing her to scream his name.

* * * * * *

Harry waited until he was out of sight, then turned and kissed Narcissa. She moaned into his mouth as they snogged passionately in the darkened corridor. He heard his son and Astoria walk by, both laughing and giggling.

"You're definitely impatient, Potter," Narcissa said in between kisses. "Not that I mind."

"Well, it was hard keeping my hands off you this evening, Cissy. What do you think your grandson and my niece would say if I shagged you right on the dining room table?" he grinned.

"Probably the same thing if your son started fucking my daughter-in-law," Narcissa retorted.

Harry was always aroused when Narcissa used such coarse language. He groped her still-clothed breasts. "I'd rather not talk about my son's sex life, thank you very much."

She smirked. "What would you rather do?"

"Throw you onto a bed and shag you so hard that you won't be able to walk for a week."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

* * * * * *

Astoria was glad Albus's attention was focused on her. While he knew his father was having an affair with her mother-in-law, actually seeing his father having sex would have made him uncomfortable. Therefore, she was only too happy to distract him.

As much as she hated to do this to her son and daughter-in-law, she allowed Albus to undress her as they made their way to the bedroom. She could see a trail of clothes as they continued snogging. By the time they made it into the bedroom, they were naked.

They smiled at each other as Albus led her to the bed. Since her room was next to Narcissa's, she hoped her mother-in-law wouldn't be too loud. After all, she doubted Albus wanted to compete with his father.

* * * * * *

Harry loved Narcissa's sexual appetite. It was like she couldn't get enough of him. She wanted to devour him as she rode him. His only concern was that she would wake up Rose and Scorpius. Albus knew of Harry's relationship with Narcissa, but Rose didn't. He was sure his niece suspected something, especially after the acting job tonight, but he didn't want to alienate her.

Narcissa moved off him and knelt beside him as she grabbed his cock. "Something the matter, Harry?"

"Just thinking about Rose and Scorpius."

"Why would you think about them when you can think about me?" she smiled seductively.

Harry admitted she had a point, especially when he felt her tongue on the tip of his cock. No, he definitely didn't want to think about his niece at all.

* * * * * *

If Astoria screamed any louder, she would wake the dead. Albus was sure of this, yet he revelled in her screams. That meant he was giving her the pleasure she wanted. When they had started having sex, he had winced when her fingernails pierced his skin. Now, he barely noticed their presence.

He had slept with plenty of girls at Hogwarts. In fact, Rose had been about the only girl in his year that he hadn't shagged, and only because she was interested in Scorpius. The fact they were cousins didn't enter the equation. However, Scorpius had allowed the both of them to snog with barely any clothes on. In fact, during one night in seventh year, he had insisted on it.

Despite his ability with the Hogwarts witches, he discovered that he preferred the company of older women. If he hadn't been the son of Ginny Weasley, Albus knew he would have wooed her into bed. As such, he barely managed to resist trying to lure his aunts (especially Aunts Angelina and Fleur). So, he settled on other older women, particularly older widows.

The moment he had started romancing Astoria, he knew he had found the right one. Even when Mr. Malfoy was alive, they had found ways to sneak around his back. His father had also started making excuses of accompanying him to Malfoy Manor. Initially, Albus thought that his father still didn't trust the Malfoys.

It was when Albus and Astoria had accidentally walked in on his father with Narcissa, that both relationships were exposed. They both agreed to keep it a secret from Scorpius and Rose, although Albus suspected that Scorpius knew.

He knew that Astoria had been raised as a Greengrass. That meant she was expected to be a proper pureblood woman, with a proper mouth. Instead, her language became as foul and dirty as their deed when the bedroom door closed.

Tonight was no different as she continued screaming, "Fuck me harder. That's it. Fuck me with that cock of yours." He was only too happy to comply.

* * * * * *

Rose woke to the image of her smirking husband. She sighed. "What did you do now?"

Instead of denying, he beckoned her to get out of bed. She reached for a robe, but he stopped her. "Don't bother. We won't leave the bedroom. I'm sure you might enjoy a couple of shows?"

Rose looked at Scorpius suspiciously. "What do you mean by shows?"

He pointed to a large painting that hung over their bed. With a flick of his wand, the painting began to fade, turning into a mirror. "Father told me that our ancestors had this put here so the Malfoy family could keep an eye on their guests. It was a very paranoid age where wizarding survival wasn't a sure thing."

Rose felt a chill run up her spine. "Will I like what I see?"

Scorpius shrugged. "I don't know if you will like it, but I think you will find it most illuminating, given your worries about your cousin and uncle." He flicked his wand again, and the mirror showed an image of a bedroom. It looked like one of the guest bedrooms scattered throughout Malfoy Manor. "Show the bed," Scorpius commanded.

The mirror was charmed to obey the master of Malfoy Manor. The view shifted to the bed's occupants. Rose blushed when she saw a man with messy black hair thrusting into a woman with long, blond hair. "Is that Uncle Harry?" she asked quietly.

Scorpius watched. "Albus, I think. Mother's hair is shorter than grandmother's, plus it's pure blond."

"Scorpius, that's your mother," she scolded him.

"And that's your uncle," he retorted, "but you clearly don't mind."

Rose's face reddened even further as she realized she was about to finger herself. She knew watching her cousin and mother-in-law was wrong, but she couldn't help herself.

"Show Mr. Potter and my grandmother," Scorpius told the mirror. The view shifted to another bedroom, where Narcissa was riding her lover. Rose watched with wide eyes. Narcissa seemed to be looking directly at the mirror and winking.

"Does she know?"

"About the mirror? Yes, and so does Mother. Why do you think my grandmother is putting on such a display. Father always said she had such an exhibitionist streak in her, at least for a pureblood witch. He lost count how many times he walked in on them."

Rose put her hands on her hips. "And your mother?"

"Not as exhibitionist. I doubt she told Albus about the mirror. I don't know if Grandmother told Mr. Potter," Scorpius shrugged. "Would you like to hear them?" He looked at her and smirked. "Judging by your reaction, I think you would." He turned back to the mirror. "Increase volume level and play the sounds from both bedrooms."

Rose knew she should cover her ears, but she didn't. She listened, fascinated by the sounds of her relatives' lovemaking. Narcissa sounded in control, while Albus was in charge of Astoria. Narcissa's voice was softer, although Astoria was louder. Despite the difference between her in-laws, the pleasure was obvious.

"Why don't we listen to that for a while? I'm in mood for another round of lovemaking," Scorpius said.

Rose couldn't argue with that idea.

* * * * * *

Narcissa rolled off Harry, but not before kissing him passionately. "Merry Christmas, Potter."

He chuckled. Despite the fact they were lovers, he always loved it when she called him by his surname. "Merry Christmas, Narcissa."

* * * * * *

Albus withdrew from Astoria, causing her to groan. He grinned. "There's more where that came from."

Astoria looked at his cock and smiled. "I hope so. Merry Christmas, Albus."

"Merry Christmas, Astoria."

* * * * * *

"Merry Christmas, Rose," Scorpius said in between thrusts.

"Merry Christmas, Scorpius," she moaned as she arched her back.

The End