A/N: Decided to post this on its own because I liked it so much… For anyone who doesn't know, this is one of the oneshots I wrote for my One Hundred Couples challenge. Enjoy! 3
Disclaimer: Harry Potter still belongs to JKR, you tell me when its not.
Like Father Like Son
For awhile, Harry thought that his middle child had developed some kind of aversion towards him. It started in the middle of his fourth year at Hogwarts; Harry asked Albus if he had a crush on any girls at school, and the boy wouldn't meet his eyes when he shook his head. For the res tof the school year he avoided coming home, and his letters were short.
Fifth year came around and Harry was cleaning up his son's room before the Christmas holiday, rearranging as Ginny had asked him to so that they'd have room for a second bed for Teddy. When he moved the bed, the corner of a magazine peeked out from under the mattress. After pulling it out and flipping the pages, Harry wasn't surprised when Albus came home, looked him dead in the eye and said, "Dad, I'm queer."
During sixth year, Albus wrote every day, or it seemed like it. He wrote about classes, his friends, James' dunderheaded pranks, Lily's many boyfriends, but never boys he liked. Harry wondered sometimes if he was discovering the same sorts of things that he himself had at sixteen, but kept the theory to himself. Ginny didn't know how he'd actually felt in the sixth year, and now, when they had an established marriage and three children, was not the time to be bringing it up.
The summer between sixth and seventh year, Al seemed to alternate between bouts of introverted depression and highs of giddy happiness. Oddly, the latter often occurred on days that Albus went shopping with his mother in Diagon Alley. Sometimes he locked himself in his room and sent his owl out every once in awhile, carrying letters to some unknown recipient.
Letters from Albus in his seventh year alluded to a serious relationship with a boy in his year, but when asked to describe him he stopped sending letters in return. Harry's curiosity was mounting; could this boy be who he thought he was? What was that old saying? "Like father, like son." If it had any truth to it, then he was positive about this mystery boys' identity. There was always that chance…
Albus came home with a blonde, silver-eyed boy on his arm, and Harry felt like he was looking back to his fantasies in sixth year. There he was, standing in the fireplace with Draco Malfoy's arm wrapped around him…
Except this was his son, and the Malfoy wasn't the same.
"Dad, this is my boyfriend, Scorpius."