Public Displays by Luvscharlie
Harry shoved open the restaurant door and exited, the chilly air biting into him when he reached the sidewalk.
Scorpius was close on his heels. "Oh, don't be like that, Harry. She only got what she deserved."
Harry whirled round. "Might you ever act your age? It's bad enough that people are staring because you look young enough to be my child—hell, you are young enough to be my child. Most people might have assumed it was just an innocent dinner, but you just couldn't let it be, could you?"
Scorpius looked offended. "Are you ashamed of me, Harry?"
"Of course I'm not ashamed of you. I am ashamed of your behaviour. There's a way to comport yourself in public."
"My behaviour? She was the one who should be ashamed. Old bat was looking for a show, so I just went and gave her one."
And when Scorpius had it in his mind to put on a show, he did not do it halfway. The poor gawking lady two tables over's mouth had fallen open and a bite of chicken had fallen out onto her plate when Scorpius slid across Harry's lap, wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and launched his tongue down Harry's throat.
"Do you think we might make tomorrow's headlines in the Prophet?" Scorpius asked. "I think I saw a flash from a camera in there."
"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Harry grimaced. He could just imagine the headlines now. Boy Hero Becomes Cradle Robber. Just wonderful.
"I'd sure like to see the look on my father's face when he reads tomorrow's paper."
Harry pondered that very thought himself. Shite. "You're giving me an ulcer."
"Ah, Harry, what doesn't kill us makes us stronger."
"Maybe. But I'm not sure which of those you are yet."
A/N: This was originally written for the prompt of age disparity at the Harry/Scorpius Last Drabble Writer Standing Competition at the harryscorp100 community on Live Journal. This fic had to be between 100-300 words and this one made it through to the next round.