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FIC: Fathers and Sons (1/1)
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Title: Fathers and Sons (1/1)
Rating: PG
Pairing: James II/Scorpius
Summary: Outtake from Getting There, set the morning after the original fic ends.
Beta:brighty18, awesome as ever, thanks honey.
Disclaimer: JKR's, not mine.
Words: ~1200
On the day after he graduates from Hogwarts, Scorpius is twenty minutes late to breakfast. As he mumbles an apology and sits down, Draco watches him covertly from behind the papers he's skimming. Scorpius looks rumpled, as if he hasn't slept well, but he also looks happy. In fact, as Draco watches, a bright smile blooms over Scorpius' lips like he's not aware of it. It's just there for a second before Scorpius looks down at his plate and carefully wipes the expression clean.
Draco glances over to Astoria and finds her watching Scorpius in the same, carefully measuring way. Her eyes cut to his suddenly and she smiles at him. Draco smiles back and just then Scorpius looks up, a smaller but no less bright smile on his face now. It's a stark change from the nerves and distractedness of the night before.
"What's everyone doing today?" Scorpius asks, maybe a tiny bit too casually.
"Visiting Daphne," Astoria says.
"Meeting at Gringott's at ten, then with a supplier at twelve. You can come if you like," Draco says. He knows that Scorpius is set on being a journalist, but he wants him to know there is always an alternative for him.
"Oh, I er..." Scorpius says, and the smile grows a little. Draco wonders if Scorpius' face has always been this expressive. "I thought I might go out with some friends."
Astoria smiles into her cup as she takes a sip of tea, catching Draco's eye teasingly. Of course, he knows what she is thinking, and in all honesty, Draco's wondering the same. The slight secretiveness, the smiles he obviously doesn't know how to control. The thing is that if Draco thought Scorpius was straight, he would believe it was about a girl. As it is, he supposes he must think it's about a boy. Gut instinct, and an entirely justified sense of paranoia though, they suggest a Potter is at the root. Shaking the thought aside, Draco sets his papers down neatly.
"Scorpius, we'd like to discuss your graduation gift," he says, and Astoria looks at Draco the way she does sometimes when he's said something strange or amusing.
"Dad, there's no need to - "
"Yes there is," Draco interrupts firmly. "We're very proud of you."
"Dad," Scorpius groans.
"Shut up," Draco says lightly. "We thought a deposit on a modest place of your own would be reasonable, obviously, but we'd like to get you a proper present too. I thought maybe a Tornados season ticket?"
"I – uh – "
That's not at all the reaction Draco was expecting, given Scorpius' attachment to the team so he goes on, "Now you're out of school, you can see as many matches as you want. I just thought..."
"I already have one," Scorpius blurts and Draco blinks.
"You - do?"
"James gave it to me," he says, apparently fascinated by the contents of his breakfast plate.
"Did he?" Draco asks carefully. "And why would James do that, I wonder?"
"Draco," Astoria says warningly, but Scorpius sets down his morning coffee - Draco has no idea where he got the habit, always having been a tea man himself - and clears his throat significantly.
"Because – " he says, obviously trying to pick his words carefully. "Because he is my boyfriend."
It almost sounds like a question towards the end, and if it wasn't for the instant shut-down the words provoked, Draco might have laughed. As it is, he just thinks... James Potter, son of Harry Potter, is my son's boyfriend. Hell, maybe he will laugh. Sometimes Draco still has to resist reverting to type, particularly where his son's less brilliant ideas are concerned.
A father should have his son's obedience, and no matter how hard he tries, there is a tiny core of Draco that cannot shake that belief. Still, he has worked hard to believe that there are things that can tie a family together better than blind faith. Like earned respect. So he is not - not - going to shout about what the hell and Potter's bloody son. He doesn't know what he's going to do, but it won't be that.
"Well," Draco hears his wife say, and blesses her once again for her unfailing ability to step in when he is floundering. "I think that's lovely. Does he treat you well?"
"Mother," Scorpius says, sounding mortified
"Does he?"
"Extremely well," Scorpius says a bit stiffly, and Draco realises abruptly that Scorpius is utterly serious about this. Not that the words ever sounded like a joke, but it's more than that. He's clearly serious about Potter. Draco can just tell. It's the way that he answers the question, and in two words, Draco can hear so much affection, but a quiet kind of affection, one that's private, one that he isn't showing because no one else would understand. And Draco recognises that. He gets it, and that makes him feel almost ridiculously proud, because he remembers telling his own father about Astoria, remembers Lucius' complete lack of comprehension. The youngest daughter of an upper middle class family, she brought little to the match, but she amazed Draco. Still does.
Draco had loved his own father, after everything, in spite of everything, but he knew that Lucius Malfoy was not a man to trust. Certainly not when he was in any position to influence a child. Draco only had to look at how he turned out to know that he did not want any child of his to be the same. So, strange as it must have sounded, he had told Astoria up front, determined to do this one thing properly, to be completely honest. No children until we are completely independent of my father, or until he is dead.
What he hadn't told her was, no children until I am a man to trust.
As it was, all his resolutions were for nothing because Astoria fell pregnant despite their regular contraception spells. Draco reflects that he should have known then that Scorpius was going to confound all his expectations. And exceed them, of course. By miles. When Scorpius was born, Draco hadn't had a clue what to do. He had however, had a lot of very firm ideas of what not to do. One of the many things he realised in those hellish months and years after the war was that just because the way of life that has all but destroyed everyone you care for is the only one you know, it is not the only choice available.
When he was in his early twenties, before Astoria, when he was angry and confused - and cultivating an excellent knowledge of different types of Firewhisky - Draco had sometimes consciously decided what to do by imagining his father's response, and doing the exact opposite. He'd reverted to that tactic a lot when Scorpius was growing up, when the boy wanted to play, or to cuddle, or to read books about Muggle adventures. Because more than respect, Draco knows at heart that he just wants his Scorpius to like him. He has not felt like that for a lot of years.
"Dad?" Scorpius asks, shaking Draco from his thoughts. Scorpius is watching him closely, wary contemplation in his eyes. Draco considers it one of his life's greatest accomplishments that Scorpius has never looked at him that way before.
"Well, I will assume you know what you're doing," Draco shrugs, picking up his tea, looking at Scorpius over the rising steam. "Be careful, though. Potters are extremely unreliable."
"That's what they're famous for," Scorpius says, deadpan. "Their complete unreliability."
Title: Fathers and Sons (1/1)
Rating: PG
Pairing: James II/Scorpius
Summary: Outtake from Getting There, set the morning after the original fic ends.
Beta:
brighty18, awesome as ever, thanks honey.Disclaimer: JKR's, not mine.
Words: ~1200
On the day after he graduates from Hogwarts, Scorpius is twenty minutes late to breakfast. As he mumbles an apology and sits down, Draco watches him covertly from behind the papers he's skimming. Scorpius looks rumpled, as if he hasn't slept well, but he also looks happy. In fact, as Draco watches, a bright smile blooms over Scorpius' lips like he's not aware of it. It's just there for a second before Scorpius looks down at his plate and carefully wipes the expression clean.
Draco glances over to Astoria and finds her watching Scorpius in the same, carefully measuring way. Her eyes cut to his suddenly and she smiles at him. Draco smiles back and just then Scorpius looks up, a smaller but no less bright smile on his face now. It's a stark change from the nerves and distractedness of the night before.
"What's everyone doing today?" Scorpius asks, maybe a tiny bit too casually.
"Visiting Daphne," Astoria says.
"Meeting at Gringott's at ten, then with a supplier at twelve. You can come if you like," Draco says. He knows that Scorpius is set on being a journalist, but he wants him to know there is always an alternative for him.
"Oh, I er..." Scorpius says, and the smile grows a little. Draco wonders if Scorpius' face has always been this expressive. "I thought I might go out with some friends."
Astoria smiles into her cup as she takes a sip of tea, catching Draco's eye teasingly. Of course, he knows what she is thinking, and in all honesty, Draco's wondering the same. The slight secretiveness, the smiles he obviously doesn't know how to control. The thing is that if Draco thought Scorpius was straight, he would believe it was about a girl. As it is, he supposes he must think it's about a boy. Gut instinct, and an entirely justified sense of paranoia though, they suggest a Potter is at the root. Shaking the thought aside, Draco sets his papers down neatly.
"Scorpius, we'd like to discuss your graduation gift," he says, and Astoria looks at Draco the way she does sometimes when he's said something strange or amusing.
"Dad, there's no need to - "
"Yes there is," Draco interrupts firmly. "We're very proud of you."
"Dad," Scorpius groans.
"Shut up," Draco says lightly. "We thought a deposit on a modest place of your own would be reasonable, obviously, but we'd like to get you a proper present too. I thought maybe a Tornados season ticket?"
"I – uh – "
That's not at all the reaction Draco was expecting, given Scorpius' attachment to the team so he goes on, "Now you're out of school, you can see as many matches as you want. I just thought..."
"I already have one," Scorpius blurts and Draco blinks.
"You - do?"
"James gave it to me," he says, apparently fascinated by the contents of his breakfast plate.
"Did he?" Draco asks carefully. "And why would James do that, I wonder?"
"Draco," Astoria says warningly, but Scorpius sets down his morning coffee - Draco has no idea where he got the habit, always having been a tea man himself - and clears his throat significantly.
"Because – " he says, obviously trying to pick his words carefully. "Because he is my boyfriend."
It almost sounds like a question towards the end, and if it wasn't for the instant shut-down the words provoked, Draco might have laughed. As it is, he just thinks... James Potter, son of Harry Potter, is my son's boyfriend. Hell, maybe he will laugh. Sometimes Draco still has to resist reverting to type, particularly where his son's less brilliant ideas are concerned.
A father should have his son's obedience, and no matter how hard he tries, there is a tiny core of Draco that cannot shake that belief. Still, he has worked hard to believe that there are things that can tie a family together better than blind faith. Like earned respect. So he is not - not - going to shout about what the hell and Potter's bloody son. He doesn't know what he's going to do, but it won't be that.
"Well," Draco hears his wife say, and blesses her once again for her unfailing ability to step in when he is floundering. "I think that's lovely. Does he treat you well?"
"Mother," Scorpius says, sounding mortified
"Does he?"
"Extremely well," Scorpius says a bit stiffly, and Draco realises abruptly that Scorpius is utterly serious about this. Not that the words ever sounded like a joke, but it's more than that. He's clearly serious about Potter. Draco can just tell. It's the way that he answers the question, and in two words, Draco can hear so much affection, but a quiet kind of affection, one that's private, one that he isn't showing because no one else would understand. And Draco recognises that. He gets it, and that makes him feel almost ridiculously proud, because he remembers telling his own father about Astoria, remembers Lucius' complete lack of comprehension. The youngest daughter of an upper middle class family, she brought little to the match, but she amazed Draco. Still does.
Draco had loved his own father, after everything, in spite of everything, but he knew that Lucius Malfoy was not a man to trust. Certainly not when he was in any position to influence a child. Draco only had to look at how he turned out to know that he did not want any child of his to be the same. So, strange as it must have sounded, he had told Astoria up front, determined to do this one thing properly, to be completely honest. No children until we are completely independent of my father, or until he is dead.
What he hadn't told her was, no children until I am a man to trust.
As it was, all his resolutions were for nothing because Astoria fell pregnant despite their regular contraception spells. Draco reflects that he should have known then that Scorpius was going to confound all his expectations. And exceed them, of course. By miles. When Scorpius was born, Draco hadn't had a clue what to do. He had however, had a lot of very firm ideas of what not to do. One of the many things he realised in those hellish months and years after the war was that just because the way of life that has all but destroyed everyone you care for is the only one you know, it is not the only choice available.
When he was in his early twenties, before Astoria, when he was angry and confused - and cultivating an excellent knowledge of different types of Firewhisky - Draco had sometimes consciously decided what to do by imagining his father's response, and doing the exact opposite. He'd reverted to that tactic a lot when Scorpius was growing up, when the boy wanted to play, or to cuddle, or to read books about Muggle adventures. Because more than respect, Draco knows at heart that he just wants his Scorpius to like him. He has not felt like that for a lot of years.
"Dad?" Scorpius asks, shaking Draco from his thoughts. Scorpius is watching him closely, wary contemplation in his eyes. Draco considers it one of his life's greatest accomplishments that Scorpius has never looked at him that way before.
"Well, I will assume you know what you're doing," Draco shrugs, picking up his tea, looking at Scorpius over the rising steam. "Be careful, though. Potters are extremely unreliable."
"That's what they're famous for," Scorpius says, deadpan. "Their complete unreliability."
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Draco considers it one of his life's greatest accomplishments that Scorpius has never looked at him that way before.
awwwwwwwwwe! *snuggles fartherly!Draco*
and hahha! perfect last line.
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...You're lying about stopping, aren't you?
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Haha, no, I just meant I'm stopping for the night (already posted another outtake a few hours ago haha)
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Mhmm.
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♥ ♥ ♥
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*mock-sob* I AM..SO..HAPPY!!
Hehe, part of me giggled when Scorpius put his coffee down and was just like, "Hes my boyfriend, betch." Hehehehe.
I wasnt expecting the tender Draco-thoughts, but they were so utterly lovely. I havent gotten around to finding any Draco-Scorpius-bonding stories, so its always a nice surprise to read it by accident once in a while, even if theyre not really bonding but Draco just remembering. *huggles Draco then remembers James* I MISS HIM!
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I'm imagining what the papers will say... *giggles*
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Dude, you know what? I never once considered the papers in this fic until about two days ago. *ponders*
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It all goes well, and so amazingly like it might with a contemporary Muggle couple.
I love Draco's pronouncement. Clearly, he's doing his best to trust Scorpius. But I love his highly appropriate dig about "Potters" and Scorpius' affectionate (I swear I can hear the love for James in his voice when he says it) agreement.
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Will there be more? Pretty please?
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Yeah, I have a bunch more short ones plotted out, and maybe a longer sequel too. I'm a pretty slow updater though :(
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I completely accept that you've probably finished this now, but I'd love to see the conversation between Al and James, possibly after the pub trip, when Al has realised that he's going to have to see a lot more of his annoying big brother a lot more now he's his best friend's boyfriend - Al maybe warning James not to hurt Scorpius but at the same time being totally aware of and quite touched by how much James loves Scorpius... as you can probably tell, this has already gone quite far in my imagination...
Anyway - must... do.... some... work...
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I hadn't considered writing that night in particular, but I did want to write more with Al and James, so I will definitely add that to the list of potential scenes :D
Yes. shoo! Work! ;)
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Great stuff. :)
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