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Dating Potters
Dating Potters by GoldenTruth813Ā and Mzuul
Scorpius and Albus have been together for awhile now and decide it's time to have a family dinner and come out to their fathers. What they're not counting on is the fact that they're not the only ones with secrets to share. A story in which innuendos are made, hoodies are worn, secrets are revealed, and Albus hides under the table, though not necessarily in that order.
The lovely @mzuul has blessed our fest with a wonderful icon! Neville and his plant!!! Look at how happy they both look!Ā
Thank you so much @mzuul !
30. Drames (cause thereās no student/teacher prompt)
Damn I (mzuul) certainly do wonder (mzuul) who (mzuul) this could be ( @mzuul ). Hahaha this probably isnāt what you asked for but I had a blast writing it and I hope you enjoy it anyway. ā¤ļø Betaed by my darling @nifflers-n-nargles and @buttertyrant
30. Workplace - Draco/James Sirius
Everybody knew what the Malfoys got up to.Ā
It wasnāt only that Jamesā dad spent dinner after dinner talking about the investigations he lead against Mr Malfoyās potion trade empire, or that his mum constantly told him every obscure detail she remembered from her time at school with Mr. Malfoy in an attempt to keep James from interacting with his son.
No, it was simply common knowledge born from a deeply seated instinct of self-preservation. You didnāt drink water out of the tap, you didnāt give strangers directions after dark, and you didnāt go anywhere near the gloomy mansion standing proud at the end of the lane.
Everybody knew to avert their eyes when a pale, blond figure drove past them in a sleek black car. Everybody knew not to say no when the son asked for anything if they wanted to live past the night.
Everybody knew that Draco Malfoy was a powerful man with a dangerous mind, who could shape fate through sheer power of will and a snap of his fingers.
James knew. Heād known ever since heād finished his potions apprenticeship, when a strange man had approached him about a secret job and taken him right into the bowels of the mansion heād spent his entire life avoiding. Heād known when, after his first successful batch of a strong sympathomimetic potion, heād been called to an office on the second floor and come face to face with the man heād only known from legends.
āJames Sirius Potter,ā heād said, a vial of Jamesā creation dangling from his fingers like a cigarette. āIām told you are the best brewer this house has seen since my mentor retired.ā
Not knowing what to say, James had blurted out the first coherent sentence he could think of, āMy dad is in law enforcement.ā
āI know.ā
āItāll kill him if he finds out.ā
āWe canāt have that, can we? This will have to be our little secret.ā
Heād known then, when heād been subjected to a smile that was too wide to be friendly, when heād felt more like prey than he ever had in his life. Heād known that, for better or for worse, nothing would be the same after that night.
Heād been right.
Now, after nearly a year, he knew Draco. He knew the cadence of his voice and the way his eyes turned to ice when he was angry. He knew that when things didnāt go his way, he would clench his teeth and snap his fingers, demanding someone go and make them go his way at once.
Now, he knew the power of being kept under the wings of the strongest dragon in town.
Everybody knew what the Malfoys got up to, and now, they knew that James was one of them. When he showed them the tattoo adorning the dip between his collarbones, a bright golden M, they knew they had to do whatever he asked of them. They knew to keep their mouth shut, because if word got out that the Head Aurorās son was mingling with snakes, Draco would find out who had talked, and heād have their head.
What they didnāt know was why. They knew Draco Malfoy protected his family, but that loyalty didnāt extend to his employees. James Potter was a fluke, a fault in the system. Or so it seemed.
But they didnāt know the truth. They didnāt, couldnāt know about the things they did. About James going into Dracoās office every day at six oāclock and closing the wide wooden doors, making sure the lock was in place.
They didnāt know about Dracoās gaze, molten, possessive, hungry. They didnāt know about his hands, tearing Jamesā clothes off and pushing him onto his desk. They didnāt know about his fingers, digging into Jamesā hips and, once slick, deep into his arse. They didnāt know about his tongue, tracing the M on Jamesā chest, caressing his cock from root to tip. They didnāt know about Jamesā moans, about the way his hips lifted off the desk for Dracoās cock, about the way his ankles pushed against Dracoās back, needing him closer, deeper. They didnāt know about the things they said, the praise, the āyou take it so goodā, and, āgive it to me for real and Iāll show you goodā, the promises, the broken names falling out of whimpering mouths. The white hot pleasure that came from urgency, from knowing they didnāt have time to savour it. The release coating Jamesā insides, staining Dracoās chest. The questions, after, the āwhen are you letting me bring you to my bed, show you what it could be?ā, and, āmy dadā¦ā. The āhe doesnāt have to knowā and the āmaybe next timeā.
They didnāt know that Jamesā body had never known that kind of pleasure existed before Draco, they didnāt know that he could feel him inside him all day, deep, until six oāclock rolled around again and he went back to that office, aching for him.
They didnāt know, but James knew, and Draco knew.
And someday, Harry would know. But that day wasnāt today, and, for the time being, it simply did not matter.
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Poor Harry! š
wait this still counts as a kissā¦right?
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Itās just a kiss!
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