Caught in the Act by HPFangirl71
Harry grunted as he pushed fervently in and out of his young lover's body. His cock plunged deeply into the man's tight heat, triggering his sweet spot. As the ensuing moans erupted, Harry smiled smugly and continued his torturous motions. His arms encircled Scorpius Malfoy's naked waist and his hand fisted around the youngster's thick cock possessively. He loved hearing his boyfriend screaming out his name. It was his single favorite sound to hear. His least was about to come…
"What the bloody hell is going on here?" bellowed a shocked voice.
Harry turned instinctively; he'd know that high-pitched voice of self-importance anywhere. Right now the voice was also laced with shock and indignation, if not a trace of disgust as well. Sure enough as Harry turned his head, he saw none other than Scorpius' father Draco Malfoy standing within the bedroom's entrance. Quickly but quite reluctantly, Harry pulled himself off his lover's body. He pulled the silk sheets around them both as they stared shocked and dazed at the person who'd just caught them in the most private of acts. Draco not wanting to see anymore of the scene before him, left in a flurry of outcries. Scorpius made to sit up but Harry put a hand up against his chest and spoke in a quiet yet commanding tone.
"No, I'll go talk to him."
Pulling on a pair of pyjama bottoms, Harry strode into the living room where Draco was currently pacing and muttering obscenely to himself.
"Draco…we need to talk"
"You're fucking my son. Damn right, we need to talk! How'd this happen Harry? I thought we had an agreement…this was never happening again!"
Harry looked at him in a bit of surprised confusion.
"We agreed you and I wouldn't happen again. It's got nothing to do with this."
"Oh come on Harry… he looks exactly like me! Can you honestly say that that's not why you're with him?"
A look of shameful guilt crossed Harry's blushing face.
"I'll admit it was at first but now I love Scorpius. I love him more than anything in the world." Harry declared.
"When did that happen?" Draco asked, wondering if it were true.
"When I finally let myself stop loving you…" Harry's voice breaking with emotion spoke more to Draco than mere words could.
"I really do love him and I think he loves me too. We want to be together and I think it would mean a lot to him Dray if you could be supportive."
Draco just stared; Harry's use of that old term of endearment sent a wave of nostalgia right through him. Suddenly he realized Harry wouldn't lie to him. Maybe the fallen hero had finally moved on, but why'd it have to be with his son? He let out an exasperated sigh.
"Fine Potter…I may have loved you once, but you hurt my son and I'll make the Dark Lord look like a playful kitten." Draco snarked at him before disappearing through the floo.