If two wrongs don't make a right, what do dozens of wrongs, piled on top of one another to create a mountain of wrong, make?
Because there were almost too many wrongs to count.
He was so much like his father. His father, who had been too young and too arrogant and just too beautiful to ignore the year she had spent at Hogwarts. Scorpius was just the newest edition in a long line of blond heartbreakers.
She was blond and breath-takingly beautiful like his mother. She was from France. His mother had taken Scorpius to France when he was four. Upon arrival, Astoria owled his father that she was done with their arranged marriage and demanded an obscene amount of galleons if he wanted Scorpius. His father had paid without hesitation, had taken Scorp home and loved him and a year later, married a woman who also loved Scorp with all her heart.
But that didn't stop those little voices in the back of his mind from whispering in the darkness sometimes, that his real mum sold him.
She held him and told him how his real mum surely regretted her mistake, and if she didn't, she would if she ever met Scorpius.
She wasn't just old enough to be his mum, she was older than his mum. He was younger than her two daughters, the same age as her baby, who just happened to be one of his best friends.
He wore an earring with a snake fang and boots made from the hide of a crocodile he claimed to have killed and his hair just a bit too long. He rode a muggle motorbike too fast and flew his broom too high and jumped off bridges for fun.
He was young and fearless and so, so much like her Bill used to be. Before Bill had a wife and family and stopped taking foolish risks and got old.
He was a badass daredevil and she was a bored middle aged housewife who didn't want to be any of the above.
When he took her out on his broom, when the wind whipped her hair and her arms were around his waist and it was only the two of them defying time and gravity, she was young again.
When her husband was away on business and her daughters were with their own families and Louis hopefully wasn't out starting a family, Scorpius made her feel beautiful again.
Sometimes she would tell him this was wrong, that they shouldn't do this any more, that he should find a girl his own age who didn't have a husband and grown children, and tell him not to come back.
He would disappear into the night, and no one would hear from him for weeks or months.
She would go to the muggle church in the village and pray for forgiveness as she had been raised to do as a girl.
Then she would light candles for his safety, hoping that she wasn't wiping out her penance.
One day he would appear at her house. He always came back to her first. He would tell her that he loved her and he missed her and he couldn't stay away any longer.
She would break down and cry and kiss him until she thought her heart would explode.
She would once again risk her family and her marriage and her reputation and her sanity for him, because she wasn't afraid of being caught.
Not much anyway.
Her greatest fear was that one day he wouldn't come back.
A/N - I've had several people not understand the part about Scorpius being sold. In my headcanon of this story, Astoria took Scorpius when she left, but then told Draco she would give him custody in exchange for _, which Draco gave her. She then walked out of her son's life, which is why Scorpius feels like his mother sold him to his father. Just one of the things people do in a divorce to hurt one another that ends up hurting the child more.
