Title: What Happened When Albus Potter Stayed at Grimmauld Place

Pairing: Albus Severus/Scorpius

Rating: M

Summary: Guess who was in the kitchens with his father? The Malfoys.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and publishers. No offense is meant by this fan fiction and this is made purely for fun.

Word Count: +1500

Albus was at Grimmauld Place with his father for the week. Lily and his mother were in the middle of some sort of disagreement and the atmosphere there was dreadful because of it so he had decided to give them time to sort it out. He really needed to find a flat of his own so he did not have to deal with that rubbish, but Amelia would want to move in with him, which to be honest he did not mind. He just needed to work out the kinks as it pertained to Malfoy, and now Lysander, before he suggested it.

He sighed and went to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat before he headed off to bed but stopped in the doorway and very nearly turned around instead. His father was sitting at the table with both Malfoys. Albus really needed to find out how the bloody hell those two had sorted out their issues.

"Al, come on in," his father said, beckoning him. "No need to be shy."

He rolled his eyes and entered the kitchen. "I'm not being shy, Dad," he clarified, before greeting the Malfoys. "Night, Mr. Malfoy."

"Albus," Draco said, as he gave a slight smile and inclined his head.

"Hob," he said offhandedly, as he strode to the refrigerator.

"Mop," the blond replied boredly.

"I can't believe you two are still at odds," his father said. Albus snorted as he grabbed a container of rice and one with some fish. He heard Malfoy chuckle behind him.

"You've never actually seen us interact have you, Harry?" Hob asked. Albus barely stopped himself from turning around and casting a Finite Incantetum to see if he was simply victim to an illusion because there was no way this was actually happening. Since when was Hob on a first name basis with his father?

"I haven't," Harry admitted. "Not since you two left Hogwarts. Even then I only caught glimpses. But I'd heard so much that it seemed like I'd witnessed it all." Albus sighed inwardly as he shared out his food. Why the bloody hell was his father doing this to him?

"You should have heard Scorpius," Mr. Malfoy said, with a sigh. Albus turned around in time to catch Draco shaking his head while Hob's jaw twitched. At least he was not alone in the embarrassment. "Now I know how my father felt. No wonder he wanted you dead, Harry. It was either you or me if he was ever to have any peace of mind."

Surprisingly enough, Albus heard his father laugh at the statement. He put his food in the microwave contraption and pushed the buttons to warm his food. He sighed and sat down to wait.

"Lucius was rather determined," Harry mumbled. Albus briefly wondered if it was really his father in the room. "Albus, why exactly is it that you two don't get along?"

"What?" he asked, disbelievingly. "Is that a serious question?"

"Of course it is, Mop," Hob interrupted.

"I wasn't asking you," he said. "In any case, I don't quite remember. We've just never gotten along. Have something to say, Hob?"

Malfoy raised a hand in surrender. "Not at all," he said, despite that twitch of his lips Albus had seen a moment ago.

"All right then, what is it?" Albus pressed.

"I didn't think it would be this easy for them to get into it," Harry muttered to Draco. Albus heard a soft snort from the older blonde.

"Nothing at all." Hob drawled.

"It wouldn't have anything to do with our old rivalry, now would it?" Mr. Malfoy asked, after taking a sip of tea.

"No," Albus said.

"Though it added fuel to the fire," said Hob. Albus quite agreed with. "The rest of it was Potter being a tight arse." He did not however, agree with that.

"I wasn't being a tight arse, Malfoy, you just happened to be an arrogant prat with a huge stick up his arse," he countered.

"My mistake. I've only recently experienced what it means for you to be a tight arse, haven't I?" Hob said offhandedly. Albus seethed at the fact that the man was kinky enough to start teasing him with their father's in the room, disguised though it was.

"Complete and utter prick, you are," he retorted. The microwave beeped and he got up to fetch his dinner. "And a huge one at that." Perhaps Albus should have chosen different wording though, because now he was envisioning a nude Hob and his huge prick. "You've got absolutely no sense of shame or-"

"I'm the prick?" Hob queried. "I happen to be a wonderful person, Mop. And as for shame-"

"Pretence," Albus replied. "And don't even dispute the issue on shame. You've no sense of decency when you go-"

"I have no decency?" Hob asked, brows raised. "It seems you've forgotten who it is you're speaking to."

"No, I reckon I haven't. Anyway, I'm going to eat." With that said he nodded to Mr. Malfoy and left the kitchen to go to his room.

When he was very near sleeping, Albus felt his bed sink. He turned around, thinking his father had come to ask him some rubbish about his disagreements with Malfoy. Instead, he saw a flash of blonde hair before a hand came down over his mouth and a body pressed itself against his. It was Hob. He relaxed and tapped impatiently at the man's hand, signalling for him to remove it from Albus' face.

"Shh, Potter, I've got to be quick about this," Hob whispered, as he shifted and slid under the covers.

"What the bloody hell are you even doing here, Malfoy?" Albus snapped. He had been looking forwards to his rest, all though he could not honestly say he would have turned down a shag.

Albus heard Malfoy undoing his trousers while he slid his pants down and turned his back to the man.

"Business," Hob muttered, as he shimmied out of his trousers, or both his trousers and pants, whichever.

"Business?" he asked, turning around. Malfoy promptly shoved him back around before muttering a lubrication charm."Ah," he breathed, as he felt himself become slick with lube.

"You very well know I can't discuss my line of work, Mop," Malfoy hissed, as he ground his hips against Albus' backside.

"I still don't see why you were here," he muttered, as he stroked himself to hardness and pushed his arse back against Hob's growing erection.

"I'd have to go into details for you to understand," Malfoy said. "And you aren't quite privileged enough."

"Privileged my arse," he spat. He could feel the other man was now hard against him and he turned onto his back and lifted his leg.

"Yes, your arse is rather privileged isn't it?" Malfoy teased. He nudged Albus' entrance and began to thrust inside. It burned but Albus did not quite care. He grunted and reached forwards to hold on to Hob's arse and pulled him deeper.

"Fuck," Albus breathed, as he felt himself stretch. "Wait, why don't we... have time?"

Hob began to give shallow thrusts and gradually filled Albus with his cock. "I'm supposedly in the loo. They're still downstairs talking."

"They're wh-AH!" Albus cried, as Hob thrust sharply and rooted himself inside. Albus clamped a hand over his mouth and wriggled his hips.

"Shhh, for fuck's sake, Potter," Malfoy spat. He pulled Albus' hips towards himself and began to thrust. The blond leaned forwards and bit sharply at his neck. Albus shuddered and let out a gasp. "Don't make me have to silence you. Again."

"Shut up and fuck me already," Albus breathed, as he prompted the man to thrust harder. He lifted his leg a bit higher and Malfoy quickly hooked his arm under Albus' knee as he thrust deeper and harder. Albus fought the noises that threatened to escape him.

"How about... that... for fucking?" Malfoy breathed in his ear, as he rammed Albus relentlessly.

"Fucking fant-aaaah-stic," he gasped, as his fist pumped his cock. "Yes... there... right there."

"Shhh," Hob hissed, as he clamped a hand over Albus' mouth. "You don't... want them to come and... find us, do you?"

"... mmm... mmmfff," he groaned.

Albus fisted the blonde's hair as he felt his orgasm building. The idea of either of their fathers finding them like this was putting him on edge. He tugged at his cock and arched against Hob as he came, whimpering as he did so. The hand in Malfoy's hair clenched tightly while the other milked him. He heard Malfoy hiss above him and he gave a muffled laugh.

Malfoy wasted no time in rolling Albus over and straddling his arse. Albus kept his legs together and canted his arse up as Malfoy held him down and went at it. He was still reeling from his own orgasm and could not be arsed about how submissive he felt at the moment. He groaned into his pillow when Malfoy brushed his prostate. Fingers clenched tightly onto his shoulders and a series of grunts escaped Malfoy as the man's body tensed and he slammed home as he emptied his balls into Albus. Heat and wetness filled him and he squeezed his muscles together to milk the other man dry, earning himself a quiet groan as Malfoy ground his hips and pressed more deeply inside.

When his orgasm ended Malfoy caught his breath and pulled out.

"Tight arse indeed," Hob said quietly, as he palmed one of Albus' cheeks.

They kissed briefly before Hob cast a cleaning charm on himself and pulled up his trousers.

"No fucking decency," Albus grimaced, before he cleaned himself and headed to sleep.