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What have You Done?	By : slytherincailin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Albus Severus/Scorpius Views: 5699 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter Nine:

Albus sat with his shoulders drawn close to his ears, as if to ward off the glares that were now aimed solely in his and his cousin's direction. The pair were seated in McGonagall's office, Albus in the same chair he had been in only hours ago and with a nasty sense of déjà vu. McGonagall was nowhere to be found, meaning the two students were completely alone with their parents. Not a scenario either of them wished to be in at that particular moment.

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest slowly, her brown eyes narrowing dangerously. "Care to explain this?" Albus raised cautious eyes to his pale cousin and then to the three adults in the room, only to drop his eyes once more when his mother glared at him.

"Scorpius is a Veela, you see and I'm kind of his mate and..."

"Not about Scorpius Malfoy, Albus," Harry rubbed a hand over his face wearily, pushing his glasses askew as he did so. "What in Merlin's name were you and Rose thinking when you left Hogwart's grounds without permission? And to travel to Aunt Fleur's? Were you so impatient you could not send a simple letter?"

Albus blushed crimson. Getting reprimanded by his father the following day had not been a part of his plans when he had fallen into bed the previous night. He looked up with a grimace. "I am sorry, father, but we thought he was in trouble. Everyone was acting like he was dying and I just.. I needed the information. Don't blame Rosie, it was all my idea."

Rose made a disgruntled noise of disagreement which ended when Albus shot her a glare. Harry heaved a sigh and sat down heavily, pulling both Hermione and Ginny with him into separate seats. "I understand the need to help a friend, Al, trust me I really do. I did much worse to save your Aunt Hermione and your mother when I was alot younger than you are now." The man shot a meaningful look at the women who blushed and lost some of their fire.

"But it was irresponsible. You should have contacted me; so because you failed to do the reasonable thing I've already decided to allow McGonagall punish you with as many detentions as she sees fit. You too, Rosie."

Both students nodded their heads, thankful they'd only gotten off with detentions. Had it been Ginny Potter who decided their faith, it would have been safe to assume the pair would end up on gnome duty for the remainder of their lives.

"Now," Harry announced before either seventeen-year-old could consider leaving, "What's all this about Scorpius Malfoy? Draco was less than informative in his letter." He eyed his son thoughtfully, one brow quirking up as Albus turned a shade of pink that had little to do with the warmth of the room.

Rose grinned somewhat evilly. "Scorpius became a Veela, due to a potion that mister Malfoy had been taking. He's a full Veela, with a powerful Allure and wings and everything. But, because he's a full creature, his instincts are driving him to find a suitable mate and, of course, Al came up on top. The minute Score laid eyes on him after the transformation, he wanted him."

"He did not!" Albus growled, his cheeks burning as the look on his father's face became outright amusement. Hermione shook her head and smiled. "Potters," she chuckled, "never do anything by halves, you lot. You do realise, Harry, that this means you're going to have to start inviting Malfoy round to your home."

Ginny grimaced and shuddered. "His sprog I didn't mind. Any time I've met Scorpius he's been a perfect gentleman. We can only hope Astoria's whipped some sense into Draco too, but no way is Lucius Malfoy stepping foot into my house."

Harry nodded sagely, his gaze trained on his youngest son. "You do want this, Albus, don't you?" he said quietly, leaning forward to allow both women to converse. Albus caught his father's eye, his breath leaving his lips in a rush. "I've never really fancied anyone, dad." He whispered back, mindful of Rosie sitting just beside him. "But I didn't realise that what I felt for Scorpius was the same thing you felt for mum until I thought I was going to lose him."

Harry's face seemed to light up and he clapped his hands together loudly. "Excellent." He glanced back at the females with a wry sigh and motioned at the younger two to leave. "Go on, back to classes. Oh, and Albus, I'll be sure to write to Scorpius inviting him to spend the winter holidays with us. We mustn't let the boy feel unwanted, it's a rather nasty feeling."

Albus could only nod and quickly usher his cousin from the room.

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"What if she can't help me?"

Draco glanced down at his son as he walked through the darkening corridors with the boy. Evening was arriving and with it, the appointment to meet with Mrs. Fleur Weasley in the Headmistresses office. Draco tried to keep his lip from curling. How one with as much social class and breeding could fall for a Weasley, he would never know.

"If she can't then I will find someone else for you, Scorpius. A full Veela like yourself. You'll have your Allure under your control before Yule."

Scorpius smiled up at his father and took a deep breath before finally giving into his instincts and gripping the elder man's sleeve. "Do you really have to go home?" he whispered.

Draco's felt his heart tug painfully, his mouth pulling down in a grimace. "I am so sorry, Scorpius," he whispered back, bending in the deserted corridor to pull his son into a hug. "I understand that you are frightened, and that this is my fault. If I could stay with you I would, but your mother and I must return to the manor. I cannot avoid work for so long. Now come, I wish to show you something."

Scorpius nodded miserably and allowed his father to guide him deeper into the dungeons towards a narrow hall. The hall was deserted, with only one painting of a coiling serpent at the end. Draco stood before it, offering his son a small smile before he whispered "only the cunning survive." The portal sprung open and Scorpius was quickly ushered into a small room that could have been a dormitory for only one student. The walls were a sleek black stone, the fireplace alive with flames and decorated with many small silver snakes. The furniture was plush, but old and through an open door, Scorpius glimpsed the corner of an emerald-dressed bed.

The Veela stared around the room with lidded eyes, his wings rising slowly to flutter in delight. "What is this place?" he breathed. He caught sight of a painting in one darkened corner, a portrait. The man eyed them both with a blank expression, his black hair sleek and straight and his cloaked arms crossed over his abdomen.

"Ironic, is it not, Draco?"

The man's voice was like velvet, dark and oddly alluring to Scorpius as he approached steadily. Draco smirked at the painting with a nod. "That it is. My father was not pleased with it at all, nor will he be pleased to hear who my son's mate is."

The dark-voiced man's eyebrow quirked in curiosity, his black gaze trained on Scorpius as the youth edged forward and raised a hand to the plaque beneath the painting. "Oh yes? And who has your son chosen as 'worthy'?" It was almost a sneer, but laced with almost unrecognisable affection.

Draco sighed. "Potter's son."

The painting chuckled darkly, interrupted as Scorpius gave a short gasp of surprise. "Merlin's name," he breathed, "are you really...?"

"Severus Snape," the painting bowed sarcastically, his thin lips drawn back in a smirk. "My former dorm now belongs to you, Scorpius Malfoy. Use it wisely."
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