I said I wouldn't post until I got a review, but I have changed my mind. I don't care whether you review or not; this story is for MY entertainment.
Disclaimer: I Do Not, and will Never own the Harry Potter series. This is the amazing J.K. Rowling's work.
Warnings: Probably sex in future chapters.
"Yes, dad, really, the Potter boy" Scorpius said, air quoting the word 'Potter'. "I don't see what the problem is, dad" he continued, staring up at the blond in front of him.
Draco took a sharp intake of breath before continuing slowly. "The problem is that he's my worst enemy's son" Scorpius shook his little blond head to that statement. "No, dad, I think this has to do with the fact that Harry Potter saved you, and now you feel indebted to him; which you hate, so that's why you think you hate him. But really, it's just your stupid Malfoy pride in the way of what could be a great friendship" he said in a bit of a lazy drawl.
"Go to your room" The older blond retaliated, clearly unimpressed by that statement.
"No, dad, I won't go to my room. I'll go to the kitchen." he said, before standing up, holding his chin a bit higher and stalking out of the room towards the pantry. He could clearly hear his mum telling his dad off as he left. He sniggered at that, before snatching himself one of his muggle snacks. He sat down elegantly on the floor beside the sitting room where his mum was clearly saying "Draco, I think this is great. I knew that they'd stay friends…" and then his father exploded "You knew about this, Astoria? For how long?" Scorpius could almost hear her smug smile.
"Since roughly before Christmas. I had sent Scorpius a howler, telling him not to continue with the friendship. But that was merely a test; I wanted to see how strong their bond really was. And it appears to have been quite strong. I think it would be lovely to invite Albus Severus for a few nights throughout the summer" She said in an all too cheerful tone.
"Astoria I don't-"
"We all know what Scorpius said was right; you only hate Harry Potter because you owe him your life. This could be your opportunity to thank him"
"No, Astoria I-"
"So it's settled then." She concluded "Scorpius, honey, come you can come back now"
Scorpius waited a minute before leisurely walking in again, acting as though he hadn't heard a word they said. Draco was perched on the couch, his head in his hands while his elbows rested on his knees. Scorpius smiled conceitedly at the older blond as he went to sit by his mother.
"Yes, mum?" he said innocently, smiling at her pleasantly.
"If you'd like, you can owl your friend and invite him over for a few days" She offered, her smile mirroring his.
"Okay" He said sweetly, before standing and kissing his mum's cheek and skipping out of the room (for extra flare of course). He heard his mum calling him a "sweet little angel" and his dad mumbling "sweet little angel, my ass"
Scorpius did as he was told and owled Albus. Albus' reply was later that day, saying yes, he would like to spend a few days at Malfoy Manor, in about a week. Scorpius told his mum that Al would be flooing in at noon in exactly a week from that day. His mum agreed and Scorpius finished eating his supper before going to the sitting room. He heard his mum head up to bed a few minutes later, and as her footsteps died down, the door to the sitting room opened. The sofa he was sitting on sunk down beside him and he didn't dare glance up from his book. He felt a little bit of shifting and a strong arm wrapped itself around his shoulders.
"You know, Scorpius, you shouldn't have argued like that" He heard his father mumble, as his book was tugged from his hands.
"Dad, it shouldn't matter what friends I have; just that I actually have friends" He said, staring at his book, which was now clutched in his father's hand.
"I know, Scorpius, I was just…" he hesitated "Shocked." Scorpius finished the sentence for him. His dad nodded and continued.
"I know you think I hated Harry Potter because he saved me but-"
"No, dad, that's not why I think you hate him, I just said that to piss you off" Scorpius confessed.
"Why?" his father's voice was gentle.
"I just don't think you should judge Albus Severus before you've met him is all" the smaller blond said with a shrug. He felt the sofa shift a bit again before a blanket was wrapped around the two of them.
"You know I love you, right?" Draco asked his little boy.
"Yeah, dad, I love you too" he said, leaning against his father. They fell asleep like that, father and son.
When Astoria noticed Draco still wasn't there at two a.m., she became slightly worried. But when she waddled down the stairs to see the two most important men in her life snuggled on a sofa, their pale blond hair mingling as they leaned into each other, and their matching grey eyes closed calmly, she realized there had been no reason to worry. Smiling, she went back up to bed and fell asleep peacefully, knowing that her husband and son were no longer fighting.
-Time Skip one week later-
Albus ran around the house, trying to gather his things. 'This is what happens when you completely procrastinate' he thought to himself as he threw a pair of jeans into his trunk sloppily. He ran a comb through his raven hair quickly before chucking the hair tool in too. Five minutes. He had five minutes before he'd be considered late. He packed even faster than before. He brushed his teeth with the speed of light before dragging his things hurriedly down the stairs. He shoved himself and everything he was bringing into the fireplace, grabbing a handful of floo powder while he was at it. He dropped the powder and said "Malfoy Manor" in a clear, unrushed tone before he and his trunk were whirled away, the emerald flames enveloping him.
He found himself in a classy sitting room, a bunch of fashionable sofas were arranged neatly around the room. They looked uncomfortable though; he knew he'd be spending most of his time on the floor if all of the furniture was like that. There were two blonds perched elegantly on one sofa and another, a familiar one, standing next to the fireplace. He turned towards Scorpius, a feeling of (oddly enough) relief flooded through him. They shared an awkward side-hug and exchanged greetings before the two on the sofa stood up expectantly.
"Mother, Father, this is Albus Severus Potter" Scorpius proclaimed proudly, motioning towards him.
"Hullo, ma'am, sir." He said, holding out his hand, to receive a hard, stern, handshake from Mr. Malfoy. He offered his hand to Mrs. Malfoy and when she took it, he leaned down and kissed it gently and politely. She smiled and when he stood again, said "The boy knows his manners" with a wide grin that mirrored Scorpius'. Mr. Malfoy nodded approvingly, (his cold eyes were still glaring thoroughly at Albus) before he shrunk Albus' stuff so it'd be easier to carry to the guest room.
When the boys were in the guest room, Albus' things in a corner, Al looked at Scorp worriedly.
"I don't think your dad likes me" he said in an anxious tone.
"I think he does" the blond boy said with a small shrug.
"No" Albus denied.
"If he didn't he would've made us haul your stuff in instead of shrinking it."
"Good point" he murmured.
They spent the rest of that day talking and catching up on the week they were apart. Albus found the bed in his room was extremely uncomfortable so he decided to take the thick blankets and spread them out on the floor before pouncing on them and falling asleep.
The next morning, he was awakened by something soft and tickly on his cheek. He lazily opened his eyes, and was met by a bright blue gaze coming from wide, circular eyes. He sat up quickly, nearly hitting his head on the bed frame.
"Sir, breakfast is ready" a small, timid voice said as Albus rubbed his eyes, trying to get them to focus. The voice and eyes belonged to a small house-elf with long ears and a tea-towel, which was wrapped around his body. "What's your name?" Albus asked, standing and stretching, while collecting his clothes from his trunk so he could take a shower.
"My name is Dame, sir" the timid elf said.
"Hullo, Dame, my name is Albus Severus Potter, but you can just call me Sev" he said, leaning down so he was on eye level with the elf. He'd never told anyone to use that name before, but he'd make an exception for this cute little elf.
Dame, however, started bawling. "I'm sorry, Dame, I didn't mean to be rude" Albus tried, but the elf was too far gone in his fit.
"Rude? That was the nicest thing a wizard's ever said to me! You're far from rude, Sev" he wailed.
"Okay, okay. Will you please do me a favour, Dame?" Al tried again.
"Yes, Master Severus"
Albus winced at the name but said nothing. "I need a towel for a shower. Where can I-"
"I'll be right back, Sev!" he said, running away quickly.
"I see you've met Dame" he heard a lazy drawl coming from the doorway. Scorpius was leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. Albus nodded with a smile.
"He's annoying as heck" said Scorpius, rolling his eyes.
"I don't think so." Al started "He's really nice" He said, picking up his clothes and clutching them to his chest, avoiding eye contact with Scorpius.
Scorpius shrugged "What ever" before strutting over to Al and closing his trunk.
"Breakfast will be waiting when you get down" he said before lazily wandering out of the room. After Dame brought him a (massive) towel, he took his shower and went downstairs.
He ate his food quietly and gave the dishes to Dame, before wandering confusedly until he found the sitting room. The revolving door confused him more and it took him a minute to figure out how to work it before he stumbled into the room.
He was met by more people than usual; one looked like Astoria but was evidently older; like Al's father's age. There was a large, pig-like man sitting on a sofa. Albus recognized him as his lost uncle Dudley. He was holding hands with a pretty witch will long, waist length hair of a black colour. Her nose was a bit hooked and she had grey eyes. Not Malfoy eyes though, Al assumed she was a Greengrass.
"Hello, Albus Severus" Astoria said with a carefree grin. "This is my sister, Daphne" she said, gesturing to the older, pale-haired witch. "This is Belle, her daughter." she said, pointing to the black-haired witch. "And this fine fellow is Belle's boyfriend, Dudley"
"Hullo" he said awkwardly, his mind on something else.
He sat across from Dudley (it was a complete coincidence that Scorp was sitting across from Dudley too) and listened to the conversations going on.
"How long have you two been together?" Astoria asked, sipping from her cup, which, he assumed, had tea in it.
"A year and some months" Belle answered. "I've already met both of her parents" The pig-man proclaimed.
"I haven't even seen his before" the black-haired witch pouted.
"My mum and dad are very anti-magic." he stated "Has to do with mum's dead sister."
Albus winced slightly at that statement. That "dead sister" happened to be his grandmother, thank you very much!
"I certainly hope Septimus didn't give you a hard time when you met him, Dudley" Astoria said.
Something odd crossed Albus' mind. Dudley had to have been 37 or 38 because he and Al's father were roughly the same age. And if Septimus was Belle's father, the girl would have to be at the most, 25 or 26. And considering the fact that Petunia is indeed Septimus' mother, that would mean Dudley, is unknowingly dating his niece. Not only was there a huge age gap between the two, but they were also half-blood relatives.
Albus tugged on Scorp's sleeve. "I need to tell you something" he whispered so not a soul would hear.
Scorpius nodded and told his mother that they had forgotten to make their beds, so they would be doing that right now. When they were safely upstairs, Al told Scorp everything he found out from that short conversation.
Scorpius was a bit shocked at first but then he said "We need to stop them from dating."
"How?" Al asked. "I haven't a clue, but we'll figure it out; we always figure it out." he reassured the other. Albus nodded and smiled before they actually did make the beds ("what if mum actually comes to check?" Scorp had asked). When they made it back to the entrance to the sitting room, Draco was cautiously peering around the doorframe into the room.
"What'cha doing, dad?" Scorpius asked casually with a loud tone of purpose. Scorpius was beyond surprised when he was pinned against a solid chest with a hand covering his mouth, Draco was still looking around anxiously.
"Be quiet, Scorpius" Draco muttered, moving his hand away.
"Why, dad?" Scorpius asked in a mock whisper. Draco's hand found its way to Scorpius' mouth again.
"I hate Daphne. More than I hate your father, actually" he said the last part to Al, who was smirking at the father and son across from him.
"Why do you hate Ms. Greengrass, Mr. Malfoy?" Albus said in an even stronger mock whisper than Scorp's.
Scorpius couldn't stop the giggles from flooding his body. He flung himself out of the stunned Draco's arms before he grabbed Albus and ran with him up the stairs to a bathroom with an impenetrable lock.
"That was the best, Al" he exclaimed, laughing harder than ever. "Did you see the look on his face when you said it so loud? He looked mortified!"
"Scorp, I might not be able to stay after this." he warned.
"I think it was worth it though" they said at the same time before bursting out into a fit of giggles again.
"But really, I wonder why he hates her…" Albus said after they stopped laughing.
"Oh." Scorp started "He had a one-night stand with her in the Slytherin dorm once" he said, and they started laughing even harder than before.
-Time Skip four days later-
Albus had been allowed to stay, though problems were caused and everyday, Daphne, Belle and Dudley came back, just to piss Draco off. Albus still had one day left there, and they still hadn't the slightest clue on how to inform Dudley that his "girlfriend" was actually his half-niece. They thought they had a god plan, but now they needed to put it into action. They decided they'd use Dame and a few other house elves to lure Petunia and Septimus to the manor. There, they'd have a portrait of Snape waiting, along with Dudley and his girlfriend.
Now that the first step was (successfully) accomplished, now on to part two: lock them in the parlour together. Scorp and Al remained in the room too, covered by the invisibility cloak. The only one who knew they were there was Proffesor Snape's Portrait. They silently snuck around and pick-pocketed wands away and used said wands to perform Anti-Wandless magic charms (they also used them to prevent Petunia's screams). Then, Snape, said "We all need to talk about this mess we've created" in a threatening tone.
Petunia gave up and sat down, the charms worn off. Septimus, in a voice that sounded almost exactly like Snape's, said "About what?" in a lazy drawl.
Petunia sat quietly on the couch. Snape huffed "Well if she's not going to say it, I am" he paused, glaring menacingly around the room. "Septimus, you are my son" he started, staring into eyes so alike to his own.
"Mine too" Petunia added.
"Forty two years ago, there was a one-time love affair between myself and the woman on the loveseat over there that resulted in teenage pregnancy. She was nineteen and was seventeen at the time, doing my seventh year in Hogwarts when you were born. I had been warned by the woman sitting over there on the couch that if the child was magical, he or she would be placed up for adoption. You were a wizard; therefore you were given up without my consent. The woman who took you in was the woman on the sofa's mother, who raised you as her own until her death. Time has passed, obviously, and now here you are learning all of this." Severus narrated.
Septimus looked very confused.
"But Petunia, our mother raised me-"
"I was only nineteen, too young for a baby, let alone a magical one, Septimus" She said sadly.
He sat down and stared at Snape.
"I never wanted to give you to that muggle" Snape offered in a sort-of reassuring tone.
Septimus nodded, looking over at the other two in the room.
"Belle, my darling, what are you doing here?" He asked, sweeping over to her.
"I had originally come to drink tea with my boyfriend and my aunt, but I guess this means that I can't date him anymore" she said, with the same grace as Septimus. The Snape look alike turned to Dudley.
"My brother?" he said questioningly, looking at Petunia and the Portrait.
"If she popped him out, then yes, that is your brother" Snape said coldly. Septimus nodded, he seemed to be taking this quite well. He grabbed his daughter's hand and brought her over to the portait where Snape sat.
"This is Bellesama Greengrass, your granddaughter" He said to the portrait.
"Hello" He said in an eerie voice. The resemblance between Belle, Septimus and Severus was incredible. All with long black hair and creepy eyes.
Albus was overcome with the urge to sneeze. His nose was prickling and his eyes were watering. He inhaled quickly and let a cute "achoo" as quiet as he could without letting out his real sneeze, which usually sounded like "HACHAAAAAAH"
Everyone in the room looked in their direction. Septimus stood and quickly swept over to where they were standing. Albus, being the taller and more muscular of the two, quickly ushered Scorpius away to the entrance of the room. They opened the door and slid out cautiously before bolting to their rooms, knowing Professor Evans would be hot on their heels.
"Night"
"Night" They said hurriedly to each other before they slipped into their respective rooms. Albus felt extremely giddy as he was falling asleep that night, completely forgetting how he was leaving the next day.
A/N: How did you like it? I think it tied up all of the loose ends on this section. Review! Please! Next chapter will be the beginning of second year!