Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Second Time Around

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: Quentin_threepwood ( on ao3 )

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When Scorpius Malfoy-Potter asked his Papa about his conception, he would always answer, "You were born out of a moment of weakness."

Compared to his Dad, who's answer was always, "You were the best thing that ever happened to me!" Which would usually result in him getting pulled into a massive hug. Not that Scorpius minded, he was well loved and spoilt. Spending most of his summers bouncing back and forth between his Dads separate homes and his two bedrooms.

It was important to note that Scorpius' Dad's weren't divorced, or that he was a product of a relationship gone wrong. If anything he was the product of a relationship that never happened at all. His Papa seemed to tolerate his Dad but would still happily take every opportunity to complain. Although his Dad never took it personally, Scorpius was sure they just enjoyed arguing with each other.

On this particular morning on January 4th. Scorpius woke up in his bedroom at his Papa's. It was a large room, bigger than his other room. At his Dad's there was a large window that was being covered by heavy draped curtains. All the furniture was antique, the double bed and wardrobe and chest of drawers were older than his Papa. Stacks of books were often scattered across the floor along with piles of clothes. Being neat wasn't exactly his strong point.

"Scorpius, breakfast. Your Dad owl'ed he'll be here in an hour," Papa insisted, walking across to the curtains and opening them, warm light from what reminded of the summer sun streamed in. Scorpius groaned and pulled the duvet over his head. "Up!" His Papa repeated as he tugged hard on the duvet, causing it to be pulled roughly off him.

"Papa! I just want to sleep for a little longer" Scorpius protested. "My trunk is packed." He had very diligently packed it the night before.

Papa rolled his eyes unimpressed. "And yet your bedroom remains unclean? I shouldn't have gotten you so many presents. Is the one at your Dad's just as messy?"

"Maybe. But as long as the door can shut he doesn't care what my room looks like" Scorpius added sitting up, and reaching for his wand on the bedside table.

"Hmm. Go shower, i'll get your breakfast ready" Papa commented.

Scorpius nodded and climbed off the bed. Grabbing his Hogwarts uniform off the chair, and carrying it awkwardly into the en-suite bathroom, and sliding on the damp towel he hadn't hung up the previous morning. His foot squeaking on the polished tile.

"Scorpius Potter. That had better not have been your bath towel," Papa said firmly. Papa often dropped the 'Malfoy' part of his hyphenated surname when he was in trouble.

"Errr. No?" Scorpius answered, his voice audibly going up at the end. He was an atrocious liar.

"Your room. And the bathroom had better be tidy when you leave, or I will be sending you howlers all the way till summer" Papa said firmly.

Scorpius rolled his eyes, he knew if even one Howler landed on the Slytherin table. His Dad would send half a dozen back, asking why it was necessary to humiliate their son. It had happened once in his first year after Christmas break and never again. It was mostly an empty threat his Papa continued to use.

After tidying his room. Which mostly involved shoving as much mess as he could under his bed, and into his wardrobe. And dumping his dirty clothes into the laundry. He came down to the dining room, with its high walls, and portraits of various stern faced ancestors. Two settings, one with a bowl of porridge for his Papa and a bowl of corn flakes for himself. Surprisingly his Dad was sitting in a chair at the end of the table with a McDonalds bag. "What is that?" Papa said leaning forward.