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Love Conquers All	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1518 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter-7
Repentance
Scorpius had never known that Albus's relationship with Riddle could affect him so much. But it did. The lunch had been silent after Mr. Potter had asked everyone to be quiet. They had left the house and the fact that Riddle's eyes followed them did not go unnoticed by him. Had Albus not been lost in his own thoughts, he might have noticed too.
As soon as Riddle turned his attention to the table again, table that consisted of Albus, Riddle and him, Scorpius returned his attention to his own breakfast, attempting to cut the pizza with the knife.
"Albus, will you accompany me? I need to shop for the school robes and I am not really aware of shops –" Lie was dripping from his voice and of course Albus fell for it, because he smiled and replied "Of course. Give me ten minutes."
Scorpius tried so hard to keep his face expressionless and his anger in control but Albus's next sentence was bound to make him lose any control he had attempted to keep on himself.
"On second thoughts, why don't you help me chose the jeans and trousers I can wear today. I am absolutely rubbish in matching colours." Albus whispered and continued as if he was trying to pour salt on his wounds "You can wait in my room till I get ready."
Scorpius snapped and his plate cracked in half from the effect of his rage. How he wanted Riddle to take the stupid plate's place. Nevertheless, he kept his eyes lowered so that he did not hex the stupid red eyed boy into next week. He had to look up when instead of Riddle's reply; he heard a soft sound of a kiss.
Albus had initiated the kiss, yet again. His eyes glared at Scorpius as he pressed his right hand on the back of Riddle's neck, deepening the kiss and his other hand crawled towards Riddle's groin.
Scorpius's breathing became laboured and he held the knife so hard that it dug in his skin and his palm started bleeding. The other hand that held a fork dug the fork in the table but it was simply not enough. His instincts screamed 'MINE' and he still could not do anything.
MINE. His mind screamed but he stayed silent, his eyes glaring back at Albus and teeth gritting in fury.
He wanted to rip Riddle apart when Riddle grasped Albus's arse and squeezed it hard and all the while Albus stared hard in his eyes, challenging him, mocking him, punishing him. Even the sight of blood trickling from Scorpius's palm did not deter him.
"Could you continue this elsewhere? It's simply disgusting." Scorpius had wanted to growl but all that escaped was a pained whimper because even though he was angry, he was more pained for Albus because the green eyed boy was simply too naive to notice that Riddle was manipulating him and had refused to listen to father and Mr. Potter. Scorpius was afraid that Riddle would use Albus for sex. He was afraid Albus would cross the limits of his own ethics and morals to prove his point to Scorpius and it would be close to impossible to bring him back at a later point.
So when Albus backed off with a quick and soft peck on Riddle's bitten and swollen lips and whispered "I am waiting." And then smirked mockingly at him, Scorpius simply lowered his head in worry. When Riddle looked at him and licked his well kissed lips and smirked "He is quite delicious. Is he good in bed?" a stab of jealousy made it difficult for him to breath. He followed his instincts and the fork and knife flew towards Riddle's smirking face. He was quite surprised when Riddle vanished both with a quick spell and smirked again "You see it does not matter that he is just trying to make you jealous. Slowly, I will lure him to me and make him mine. He will forget all about you Malfoy. All he will remember and know will be me.
Scorpius growled "I know that it was you. You have somehow marked the death eaters again and it was on your orders that they attacked the orphanage. The ministry will get to you, you know."
"What makes you think that it was me? Of course, it wasn't me." Riddle feigned innocence and Scorpius glared at him "Do not manipulate Albus. Do not involve him in your dirty games."
"I will have you know that it was Albus who had initiated the kiss both times. Poor you. Malfoy. I will surely tell you about the night I spend with him, don't worry. I will give you a detailed description, eh?"
"Marcus." Albus called and Riddle replied "Coming."
Then he turned towards Scorpius and mocked him "I have got to go. You see, he is waiting for me and I do not want to keep him waiting."
The prat left, having said this, leaving a very jealous and angry Scorpius Malfoy in his wake.
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Albus waited for Marcus in his room. He had to clear his intentions to him. It was utterly necessary. Marcus entered after a knock and was surprised to find him completely dressed, though he schooled his features in a second.
"Look, Marcus. I just wanted to make him jealous and I never let anyone except Scorpius chose clothes for me. In fact, I do not let anyone else touch my wardrobe at all. I wanted to clear my intentions to you. Do not expect anything else from me." He blurted everything out at once and Marcus's red eyes became hard, as expected.
"So, you are just using me?" He spoke coldly and Albus gulped before nodding "No. It's not like that and do not act like a hurt puppy. You are not attached to me at all. We just met a few days ago. So just do not, you know try anything, when we are alone or unless I start anything myself."
For a moment, Marcus stared at him and tension was thick in the room.
"What if I want to date you?" A soft voice escape Marcus's very well-kissed lips and Albus stared at him. Marcus seemed surprised at himself. His red eyes were wide and it was like he wanted to cover his mouth in shock but he kept them at his sides.
"That depends. What does dating exactly entail?" He asked him in an equally soft voice.
Marcus shrugged and leaned against the wall, his hands deep inside his pockets "I don't really know. I have never dated at all. We could go out to eat and walks and such."
Albus cleared his throat and looked at his hands "I just wanted to keep the sexual aspect out for now."
"Unless you want to make him jealous, that is, right?" Marcus asked him and Albus nodded. "Okay."
"Marcus, were you responsible for the attack in Great Hangleton?" Albus asked him abruptly, looking directly into his eyes and Marcus looked at him with a weird expression for a couple of minutes, after which he replied in a whisper "No. I am not."
Albus should never have trusted him, but he did. He shouldn't have used Marcus to make Scorpius jealous because playing with love was always a dangerous game and Albus was aware of the fact that he would never love anyone but Scorpius.
The next words that Albus uttered were his first mistake and he would always regret these words in future.
"Yes, I would like you to date me."
Marcus smiled and for the first time, the smile seemed genuine. Albus smiled back.
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Scorpius had retired to his room after breakfast. He wanted to talk to father about his own potions lab but couldn't gather the courage. Breakfast had made it even harder for him to ask father for anything at all.
"Scorpius, could I have a word?" Father knocked and asked him in a voice that he kept blank. Scorpius swallowed. His father was very different from his grandfather. Grandfather cursed and scolded when he was angry at Scorpius and he had even grounded Scorpius sometimes. Father was not like that. He punished in a way that made Scorpius guilty of his mistake. He closed his eyes and resigned himself to his father's anger.
"Yes, father."
"Meet me in Harry's study please." Father demanded without even bothering to open the door, which meant that he was quite angry at him.
"Okay. I am coming." Scorpius muttered and father had already left by the moment he opened his door.
He stuck his hands in his trousers pockets and walked towards Mr. Potter's study. It was good that Albus had perhaps already left with Marcus. He did not want to see them together again.
He knocked twice and called "Father."
"Enter." Came Mr. Potter's rich voice and Scorpius sighed in relief.
When he entered, though, the thick and tensed atmosphere made him lick his lips nervously. Mr. Potter was sitting the table, his head in his hands and father was sitting at the fireplace, his eyes at the fire.
"Hello, Mr. Potter." He whispered at the door.
"Please call me Harry, Scorpius." Harry spoke and Scorpius nodded.
"Please enter and lock the door behind you."
Scorpius did and waited for father to say something but father didn't speak even a word, keeping his eyes averted.
"Sit." Scorpius sat across from him and waited.
"Things are getting out of hand. Albus is not ready to listen to me. We are under a suspicion that Marcus is in fact behind the attack. He is dragging Albus with him and he is-" Harry folded his hands on the table and looked at him worriedly and father interrupted him with a sharp "angry with you because you were fucking around, because you could not keep it in your trousers or talk to Albus about your desires and had to sleep with everything on two legs." and though it was not a shout, it was like a slap on Scorpius's face and he looked on the table with shame. For the first time, Scorpius was ashamed with himself. Seeing that he was so jealous of Riddle and angry with Albus for keeping relationship with Riddle, Albus must have been beyond furious with him for sleeping around. How could he have been so bloody stupid?
"Draco, I am talking to him. Please be quiet if you must be so crass about it." Harry admonished father lightly and father snapped at him "You will not stop me from scolding my own son."
"I most certainly will. I am your husband and have every right to intervene." Harry spoke softly which a great feat was seeing that father's voice was sharper with Harry then him "and you are not scolding him. You are insulting him."
"Mind your own business, Harry." Father's practically shouted and glared at Harry's skull but Harry kept his eyes on Scorpius, his voice soft and gentle and his eyes cautious. "You and Scorpius are my business and you won't stop me by shouting at me. I have known you for years and you can vent your anger at me but this is no way to talk to your own son."
"Father always-" Father started and Harry interrupted him with a blank "Lucius used the cane on you before the war. The next thing you will do would be bending Scorpius on your knees and give him a spanking and we both are well aware that such delicate matters cannot be resolved through such drastic measures."
Scorpius was quite mesmerised by Harry and his patience. The more his father got angry, the more he became gentle, except for the moment when he had spoken about the usage of cane.
"Please don't fight." Scorpius decided to intervene before it was too late because his father looked quite murderous now. He spoke softly and father averted his eyes again towards the fireplace and tried to control his anger. Harry simply smiled at him, his eyes twinkling merrily "Oh! We are not fighting. Don't you worry."
Again, Scorpius looked at him in wonder and felt a stab of jealousy because he wanted to achieve this kind of relationship with Albus, but of course he had to go and ruin all his chances to have any relationship with the green eyed boy at all.
"So, like I was saying, Scorpius, Riddle is as charming and deceitful as his own father. He smiles at Albus and smirks behind his back. Albus will prevent us from taking any steps against him. We will have to stop Albus from getting close to him and we don't have much time. They are out on a date as we talk." Harry spoke to him with serious eyes.
Scorpius closed his eyes to control his anger. He opened his eyes with a jerk when a hand slammed on the table suddenly.
"I am so bloody disappointed in you, Scorpius. You just had to sleep around. You have made things infinitely difficult for us." Father spoke in a cold voice, full of anger that his eyes portrayed. "You don't deserve him. You don't deserve his forgiveness."
"Draco, it's not for us to decide it. It is Albus's wish and it's up to Scorpius to mend his ways." Harry spoke softly.
"You couldn't tell Albus that you wanted him so you slept around. This is not how a relationship works. He is using Albus and it is just because of you." Father shouted at him, ignoring Harry completely. He was standing beside Harry's chair, his hands on the table and his eyes glaring at him.
"Draco. Calm down."
"Albus should punish you for what you have done. Bloody SEX MANIAC. THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE. JUST TELL ME AND I WILL PURCHASE A PLAYBOY FOR YOU, IF YOU JUST WANT YOUR DESIRES SATISFIED. YOU MOST CERTAINLY DON'T DESERVE ALBUS AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE."
"DRACO." Harry finally shouted at father and Scorpius literally trembled. Father was literally angry at him. His chest was heaving for breath and his fingers were digging in the table. It seemed that he wanted to slap Scorpius and was barely controlling himself. The table was vibrating from father's angry magic and Scorpius sat very still, his eyes on his lap. He had never seen father so angry.
"Are you listening to yourself? He is just a boy and he did not know the consequences. There was no one he could have spoken to at that time. He has never had anyone to teach him such morals. Severus and Lucius can only teach so much." Harry breathed and tried to reason with father.
"I can barely control myself from-" Father was not looking at Harry and his voice very controlled. Scorpius could see that he was controlling himself from shouting again.
"I know that. If you resort to those measures, we will lose him completely. Corporal punishments distance children from their parents. I should know that and you should too. You could take the stick and beat him and he would not stop you but he would not listen to you again. You have to control yourself. Albus is a big boy. We can only guide him. We cannot live his life for him, just like we can only guide Scorpius. Please calm down." Harry spoke so softly and his voice so soothing that Scorpius stared in wonder. His father's anger stood no chance of course. He breathed and nodded and closed his eyes and breathed again "Okay. I will let you talk to him. I am not exactly behaving rationally."
"I wish I can have a relationship like yours with him." The words escaped Scorpius's mouth without his permission. He had been thinking the very same words.
Very slowly, Harry's face lit and his lips stretched into a soft smile "You can. Scorpius, I do not know how to stop Albus from getting too close with him. He is very stubborn and is not listening to any of us. I am afraid Marcus will lure him to dark arts."
"I will apologise to him. I can empathise with him now." Scorpius whispered and Harry nodded "Keep an eye on him, okay. Tell me if you think something is wrong with him. I will try to talk to him as well."
Scorpius nodded and he noticed that father just stared at the ceiling.
When he was at the door, he whispered "I am sorry, father."
"Don't try to fool me with your words. Neither am I Albus, nor Harry. I believe in actions, not words." Father replied back and he whispered "I wanted to have a - a potions lab to practice my potions and make come experimental ones. Could I-"
"I will get it prepared till your Easter holidays. Now leave us in peace." Father replied and before he closed the door, he heard Harry's soft voice "You are too strict with him."
"You are too soft with him. I-" Came his father's reply and he practically ran to his room. He needed to think. He needed his Albus back.
The sight that greeted him when he passed Albus's room chilled his blood, though and he froze.
Albus had pushed Riddle against the wall and held his arms above his head. He was kissing the red eyed boy hungrily and Scorpius had never been more jealous in his life. He heard a disappointed gasp behind him and he knew that it was his father and then he practically ran inside his room and locked it.
Sweet Merlin. How am I going to bring him back? The lump that had been in throat for the past few days grew more profound and he slid down the door until his arse hit the floor and started sobbing in his hands. It was his entire ruddy fault.
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