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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-Two:

January 16th:

"I think Rose would be a fetching name, if I do say so myself, I don't see why..."

"No."

"But..."

"No."

"Albus, Scorpius is being very unreasonable."

Albus sighed where he sat, stretching his back against the straight-back chair of the library in an attempt to rid the tension from his shoulders. It did little to help. "Rosie, dear, as much as I adore you as a cousin, I refuse to name my unborn child after you, especially if it's a boy."

Rose pouted, her pert nose wrinkling and causing the freckles there to bunch up. He smiled at her fondly. Were she not so alike her mother and left the library on occasion, it would be a sure thing that she would find a man who could sweep her off her feet. In fact, it was one of the things that had begun to bother both Albus and Scorpius, in the rare moments when the Veela seemed genuinely bewildered. Why hadn't Rose distanced herself from them in an attempt to find a mate? She was a good looking girl, she was clever and funny and on her way to becoming a qualified Healer. The fact that love was a thing that the girl seemed so disinterested in would forever be a cause for confusion with the pair.

"Is it not enough that we've already named you Godmother?" Scorpius' tone was almost bored as he flicked through the Ancient runes book before him, his lidded eyes skimming over the sentences as though one quick read would store it in his memory forever, and perhaps it would. Scorpius had never been unable to answer a question directed at him in any class.

"Yes, exactly," Albus agreed easily, snapping shut the care of magical creatures book with a swift smile. "We have entrusted the care of our infant into your hands, as good a reason as any why naming them Rose would only inflate your already inflated head."

"My head is not inflated, Albus! Besides, it was only a notion. Most of the girls in the common room are eager to meet the little thing, even if they were horrid to you, Score. They believe your affection for your newborn will cloud your judgement enough for them to coo over the baby."

"Clouded judgement, most certainly not." Scorpius replied with a dainty snort, rolling his eyes shortly. "However, I will be... calmer I suppose. From what Fleur has been telling me of Veela women, they tend to lose the temper they are so renowned for after the birth, for a month or two at least. The Veela will allow only the sire of her baby to see the child for its first week, then will slowly open it up to family, the community and the world. Anyone wishing my child harm will not reach within ten feet of them without me sensing it and ending it... abruptly. A few pining Gryffindor girls, although, I'm sure I can condone."

"You'll sense when someone has ill intentions to the baby?" Albus perked his head up with interest, his hands coming to a stop where they had been rummaging through his bag for a quill.

"Of course," Scorpius replied with a ready smile, his hand reaching across the wooden surface to grasp one of Albus'. "I am a creature, more powerful than a human. I will know whether someone wishes to coddle the child or if they are simply wishing to hurt it in a feeble attempt to do damage to me or the Malfoy name. This child will have no better protector than its mother."

Albus squeezed the pale fingers in his grip, his mouth splitting in a soft smile as he moved his other hand to the bump that was just beginning to show beneath Scorpius' shirt. "Are you nervous about tomorrow?"

"Why in Merlin's name would I be nervous?" Scorpius asked with a laugh, "The wedding is already the talk of the town and those thinking that I've captured you for your good wealth and name have already had their say in the Prophet. There will be no reporters allowed access tomorrow and those who attend the after ceremony to try and hear gossip will only hear the people we love discuss what a beautiful day it was."

Albus sighed, trailing his thumb across the Veela's soft jaw before kissing his forehead gently. "You, Scorpius Malfoy, are a far better person than the morons who whisper behind our backs."

"Well... I knew that already," the Veela chuckled lightly, "but thanks."

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January 18th:

The grounds had been decorated to perfection. Whether it was the money their parents had invested or Lily's critical eye, Albus was at a loss to know, he merely saw the end product and it was beautiful. Magically grown apple blossoms terraced the area beside the forbidden forest, an area far enough away from the castle for the ceremony to be intimate. The smell of fresh fruit and satin filled the warm air, adding a pleasant tone to the otherwise cloudy skies.

Seats had been set in neat little rows, all adorned with the same silver ribbons and perfectly placed to allow the wedding party down the centre. At the front of it all and decorated in curtains of silver and gold stood the alter, the place where Scorpius would meet him and they would be legally bound as married partners by the minister of magic.

The man himself stood not far away, greeting the extended families as they filtered through the archway in the apple blossoms, all with polite smiles and colourful robes.

"Woah..."

Albus shook his head, trying to clear it but the heady scent of the apple blossoms followed him still, shaking his nerves until a hand came to rest on his shoulder steadily. "Alright there, Al?"

Albus stared back, green eyes meeting an identical gaze half-hidden behind glasses. He realised almost with a start that he was looking, not up, but directly at the man he had idolised his whole life, his height bringing him almost above that of his father's. Harry grinned at him, every ounce of his features letting Albus know that this was alright, that everything would be okay.

"Are you disappointed in me for not waiting, dad?" The whisper left his lips almost of its own accord, his eyes moving to skim over the growing number of guests and the smiling Astoria as she half-dragged a scowling Lucius Malfoy to his seat, followed swiftly by Narcissa who offered him a small smile. He had not seen the pair since his youth, and then only in passing, though it seemed as though his future grandmother-in-law bid him no ill will.

"Not in the slightest." Harry's answer was just as quiet, but warm and heartfelt. "These things have a way of happening, Al, and we can only be thankful for what life wants to throw at us. In the end, it'll only make us stronger."

"Not that another couple of years free of being called a grandmother would have done me any harm." Ginny said the words with a laugh, turning her son around to cast a critical eye over the black dress robes he wore. Her smile seemed to wobble, her freckled nose wrinkling as she laughed and smoothed a hand down his front. "You look so much like your father... No go on, get! Scorpius will be out soon and you need to be on that alter waiting for him."

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He stood before the reflective glass his father had cast to appear, his head tilted to the side as he took in the lengths of white silk and silver patterns. A wedding dress made for a man. In all honesty, they were simply dress robes which he had designed himself to fit a figure sleek in shape with a stomach round with child and still look masculine.

Had he been the type to suffer pain for fashion, he would not have cut slits in the back of his wedding robes, letting his wings flutter free with a sigh of relief. But he did not suffer pain well and so flutter his wings did, stretching to their full length before he curled them in slightly. He would walk down that gap between the families every ounce the creature he was and if nobody liked it, well tough. He aimed only to please his mate and Albus adored his wings free.

"You look beautiful."

Scorpius turned, his head jerking around and making his white-blonde curls fall over his shoulder. His father looked embarrassed but pleased, as though it had taken a while for him to find the courage within himself to speak those words to his son. "You outshine everyone and I couldn't be more proud to call you my son."

Before Scorpius could open his mouth to reply, his silver eyes glowing with emotion, Draco held out a hand with a small smirk and the Veela clasped it tightly, his own lips stretching in a similar smile. Draco walked them from the castle, towards the small ceremony of silks and smiling relatives. As they neared the archway, Scorpius let loose a breath he had not realised he had been holding and his father tightened his grip on the small man's slim hand.

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The Great Hall had been decorated in banners of green and gold for their celebration. Circular tables had stood to host the wedding dinner instead of the four main tables. They had been drawn aside within the hour, leaving space for those who wished to dance and comingle. Scorpius was even generous enough to allow a splattering of curious students into the festivities. The younger man had been glowing since the ceremony, every face he encountered being graced with his smile and every snide comment from a student bitter with the Malfoy name had gone unheard by his ears.

He laughed when Albus had spun him round to dance their first dance, an array of twists and lifting that had him letting loose peals of ecstatic laughter into the cheery atmosphere. It grew to be midnight before anyone knew it had even fallen dark. The lanterns were all that remained to light the hall and illuminate the dance floor and the people swaying to the gentle beat the instruments had been charmed to play.

Those who had come with young children, such as Percy and Luna and Blaise Zabini left come the stroke of midnight, offering the newly weds smiles of congratulations as they departed. Others, however, remained, reluctant to leave the second home they had never forgotten or simply too dazed with wine to comprehend travelling home. It mattered little to the Headmistress. McGonagall cast aside Harry's worries at leaving people stay with a wave of her hand, her eyes bright as she exclaimed that it was a weekend and guest rooms were not hard to come by in Hogwarts. Whether that was true, or whether the witch was simply too enthralled by the happiness the wedding had caused in the castle, Albus was unsure.

He left them to their dancing and quiet talking, half-dragging a grinning Scorpius from the hall. The Veela groaned at the absence of the night sky and the music, flinging himself away from Albus to dance a graceful pattern down the empty corridors and hum softly to himself. Wine, it seemed, did glorious things to Scorpius' mind.

He lifted the smaller man into his arms as they crossed the threshold into their room, their home, making the Veela giggle and drawing a quirked eyebrow from Severus. The man took one look at the Slytherin's flushed cheeks before casting his eyes heaven ward and returning his attention to book held open on his lap. Albus barely spared him a salute before moving to the bedroom and latching the door swiftly behind him.

Scorpius let loose another shriek of laughter as he was dropped onto the silken sheets of their bed, rolling against them like some gigantic cat and stretching his wings out timidly, as though he had forgotten whether or not they would span the length of the room. Albus watched him tug uselessly at the buttons of his robes, all the while shimmying from the white trousers that flared around his legs.

"What are you doing, dearest?"

Scorpius mumbled something, before wrinkling his nose and ripping at his shirt, popping off a particularly stubborn button before dropping the robes to the floor. Albus winced, certain he would get the blame from Astoria for the damage the Veela had done to his own wedding garments. "I'm afraid I didn't quite catch that, Score, care to repeat?"

"I'm undressing." The Veela purred, forcing the last of his clothes away and stretching slowly on the cool sheets, his pale body flushed from dancing. Albus halted in the removal of his own wedding robes, his green eyes narrowing on the pale figure on the bed. His husband. He returned to his undressing with a curious hum, before glancing towards the bed. He was married. Married and with a child on the way and yet, it did not seem as obvious as it should have. It felt almost as though he should have known this was coming, should have realised long ago that he was meant for only one. Only Scorpius.

The little Veela purred once more, before sitting up suddenly and snapping his glowing gaze towards Albus. He smirked slowly and turned on his side. "Come here."

Albus climbed atop the bed easily, moving forward until he lay beside his mate, his tanned body flush against Scorpius' pale one. The Veela sighed as he rocked slowly, before raising his lip in a delicate snarl and forcing Albus to his back, the smaller man straddling his hips easily.

Albus hissed at the contact, arching his spine and pulling his mate close so that he could place a possessive kiss over Score's open mouth. With little warning, the Veela snapped his wings back in one vicious motion and sank onto his lover's length, his mouth panting harsh little breaths against Albus' answering groans.

He froze as he reached the end, his eyes fluttering shut as each indrawn breath made him instantly aware of his mate inside of him, hard and heated and still. A whine left his lips, his arms shaking where they gripped the taller man's shoulders. Albus growled roughly, before pulling the Veela close and spinning them both, until he lay on top, pressed against Scorpius' chest and listening to the pleasure-filled mews the Slytherin was keening.

Slowly, he hooked one arm around one of Scorpius' pale thighs and pulled it against the Veela's chest, before placing a gentle kiss on his mate's head and pulling out slowly. The answering keen of desperation he received from the flushed creature beneath him offered him only the briefest second of control, before he trust back into the Veela with a shout.
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