DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters you recognize! They all belong to J.K. Rowling!
AN: I'm aware this is reaaaaally short. But it's my first actual fic, so yeah. There will be another chapter, hopefully longer than this one. I'l leave it as Albus x Scorpius, though it tends to change to Draco x Harry. XD Sorry.
Learning Scorpius' Secret
Two months after Astoria died, Scorpius turned 15. Draco didn't know how to cope with his son moping around after the death.
"She's never coming back."
"No, son. She's not coming back."
Draco tightened his lips.
"Father, I need to tell you something. Something I would never be able to tell Astor- Mum. It would have broken her heart."
Draco sighed, already knowing talking about Astoria would be hard for Scorpius.
"What is it Scorp?" Scorpius cleared his throat. Draco couldn't help but have a flashback of him and Lucius, when he told Lucius he didn't want to kill Dumbledore, but ended up backing down.
"I.. ugh.." Scorpius started wringing his hands.
"What is it Scorpius?" Draco was losing his temper, the same temper that can only be calmed by Astoria.
"Why is it so hard to talk to me, Scorpius?" Draco's voice getting higher every word.
"ALRIGHT! I'M GAY! ARE YOU HAPPY? YOU HAPPY YOU GOT IT OUT OF ME?" Scorpius burst out of the room and up the stairs. Without thinking Draco followed, catching up to Scorpius he turned him around.
He's crying. My own son. A Malfoy. Crying. Well, you're one to talk.
Said the voice inside his head. Draco ignored it and pulled Scorpius into a hug. Something Lucius would never do for him.
"Shh, Scorp. It's okay. I'm sorry. I love you, Scorp. It's okay. But are you positive?"
"Yes, father."
Oh, fuck. He's back to calling me father.
"I'm sure, I have um.. I have a boyfriend." Draco smiled,
"Well, Scorp? Who is it? Is he Slytherin?" Scorpius lifted his head from Draco's chest and coughed.
"Yes, he's a Slytherin." Scorpius immediately looked down.
"Who is it son?" Draco said sternly.
"Albus, father." Draco lets out a laugh.
"Scorp, it's not funny to make fun of the old Headmaster."
I shouldn't have said that. Bad memories.
Scorpius shakes his head. "No, father. It's Albus. Albus Severus Potter. The child of Harry Potter."
Draco looked down at his son.
"Bloody Potter."
Scorpius stared at his father, who obviously was in his own little world.
"Father?" Draco shook his head.
"Sorry, Scorp. Do you have his floo address? I think this is something I need to talk to Pott-Harry, about."
"Yeah, dad. Here."
He's calling me dad now. Good.
Scorpius handed him a folded piece of paper. "Um, Dad?" Draco quickly read the address and recognized it.
He lives in the old Black house. How precious. Precious Potter. What a git.
"Sorry, Scorp, what is it?" Scorpius shifted from foot to foot.
"Can I come? I know it's Christmas Holidays, but I haven't seen Albus in a while. We only owl each other." Draco smiled.
His mother dies and now he's acting like a grow up. Unbelievable.
"Yes, Scorp. You can come." They walked down the stairs towards their living room where the fireplace was located.
"Scorp, let me go first." Scorpius nodded as he watched his father pick up some floo powder.
"12 GRIMMAULD PLACE!" Draco bellowed. Scorpius laughed and picked up some floo as well.
"12 GRIMMAULD PLACE!"
