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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 Twenty:

Had he any suspicion in his mind that Draco Malfoy would kill him for impregnating his only son, it was only confirmed as Albus made his way towards the man with the swept-back hair and the ice-cold grey eyes. How could anyone even begin to compare Scorpius Malfoy with his father? Where his mate was soft and fragile and warm, this man was not. Draco Malfoy was a man younger than his years, with a trim waist and strong arms built from years of Quidditch practice. Albus had little doubt that he was about to feel the full force of those clenching fists.

It took only a flicker of Draco's eyes to know that Scorpius stood behind him, the smaller Malfoy probably glaring back, though should it come to a confrontation between himself and the Veela's sire, Albus was unsure of what would happen.

"Father, I…"

"Do not speak, Scorpius, just follow me."

And with that, Draco moved to pace back down the hallway he must have come from, leaving both Scorpius and Albus to share an uneasy glance, before following the older man. What choice did they have really? Albus could only pray that Draco was a man above using threats and physical violence.

The pair followed him steadily, until it became apparent that Draco was leading them, not to the Headmistress' office or a spare classroom, but to their own room; the place they had come to see as home. Albus watched him speak their password with some ill-ease, before he was ushered through the opening. He frowned in confusion.

"Dad?"

His father turned from where he had been staring intently at the portrait of Severus, which was now devoid the usual presence of the potions master. Harry grinned as he caught sight of his son, his head shaking despite himself. "Merlin, Malfoy, did you have to petrify my boy?"

Draco sneered, a look Albus had seen only once on his mate's face but seemed almost natural to Draco. "The boy could do with a fright, Potter, he did force a child on my only son, ultimately providing a premature heir for the Malfoy name and fortune."

"You would be not only ignorant, but stupid to assume that brat of yours did not initiate what those two did in my former bed, Draco."

Scorpius flushed as the smooth voice of Severus' reached his ears, scowling darkly at the potion master as the darkly-clad man made his way into the picture frame, a smug smirk on his otherwise blank face. "Tell them all of my secrets, why don't you?"

"Snape," Harry said suddenly, diverting Draco's glare from his son. Albus watched in awe as his father turned and offered a short bow to the painting and the man within it, his green eyes filled with something Albus doubted he would ever understand. The older man scowled before returning the bow with a short, incline of his own dark head.

"Touching as this moment is, Potter, you will have all night to discuss war stories with Severus as soon as this situation is sorted out." Draco's voice was sarcastic, but not unkind, his own grey eyes softening as they glanced at his previous mentor.

"I do believe the compromise you offered when I came to yours sorts this situation out quite perfectly, Malfoy. I'm sure Albus will agree and I've already given written permission as his father, just as Ginny has as his mother," his smile became almost feral, "she reckons this is exactly what Albus needs to set the situation to rights."

"I'll not have you hurting Albus!" Scorpius hissed suddenly, his silver eyes glowing in the warm light of the fire and lanterns. No windows penetrated their home with harsh sunlight or dreary rain. "This is my fault. With the possibility of other males gaining the ability to bare children with a creature inheritance, I should have realised the probability was there for me sooner. Do what you will to me, father, but my mate will not be touched."

Draco blinked almost lazily, before Harry dissolved the tension by huffing a dry chuckle. "Calm, Scorpius, no one will be touching Albus in violence. Draco never so much as contemplated the idea, rather he produced a perfect plan within minutes, a plan that will also benefit you by pulling your family into a good light."

"What plan?" Scorpius enquired, his expression now laced with curiosity.

"The plan," Severus supplied from his portrait in a bored tone, as though the thought couldn't more obvious, "is that you will be married."

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Albus opened his mouth from where he now sat in one of their armchairs, his brow drawn down in bewilderment. "I don't understand," he said suddenly, "I thought Veela were automatically bonded when they chose a mate, that they could never leave that person and nor would they want to?"

"True," Scorpius said softly, his wings fluttering behind him in what Albus could openly see was tension, "but not legally bonded. We are bound where it counts, of course, by heart and by soul and now by child. Legally, however, a creature bond is often unnoticed unless officiated by a minister. Should our child be born before we wed, they would be branded a bastard and be stripped from the Malfoy and Potter titles and wealth."

"That's horrific," Albus could only convey his revulsion with the snarl, his eyes snapping to his father. "Is this a pureblood thing, will he truly be stripped of even my background and name?"

"Sadly, yes," the question was not answered by Harry but by Draco, who was trailing a hand through his son's hair in a rare but genuine show of support and comfort. "Though it is a pureblood tradition, it is no less recognised as a rule that must be followed, outdated as it is. A simple ceremony, however, overseen by the current minister and held at Hogwarts would bind you in every legal way to my son, meaning your child will be born legitimate and may never fear the risk of losing his wealth and the Malfoy Manor."

"I never even thought…" Scorpius rubbed a frustrated hand against his forehead, tensing his wings. "Merlin, it should have been the first thing to come to my head but I was distracted by what people would think. I am a fool. Well, that is the best solution, we will be married. I've always desired a January wedding anyway."

Albus all but choked at that, glaring weakly at the portrait when Severus gave a nasty chuckle. "So soon? Score, wouldn't you rather wait until Spring? A wedding is so much preparation and… invites and… rehearsals…" he shuddered at the thought, yelping when one of Scorpius' wings unfurled to propel him backwards onto the chair.

"If you think I am waddling down an aisle with a big, round belly before me, then you have another thing coming Albus Potter! I will compromise at late January, but I will go no further. I intend to look magnificent in my wedding photos."

Ah, Albus thought with a look of awe, so that haughty, nose-in-the-air look was how Scorpius succeeded in replicating his father. Draco was all but preening beside his son, his smile delighted and Albus couldn't help but laugh at the sight. "Alright," he held up his hands in defence as two near-identical glares were shot his way, "A January wedding, it is."
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