Hot For Teacher

Chapter 1: Father of the Year

"Daaad! We have to go! We'll be late." Scorpius banged on his father's bedroom door.

Draco opened the door to find his son immaculately dressed in his Hogwarts robes. He had read every book on his third year curriculum cover to cover. He had been packed for weeks. Draco wondered how he had ever fathered such a little nerd.

"Hooked on phonics are we? Someone's looking forward to getting back to school this year. Was I really such poor company for you this summer?"

"Are you quite finished primping?"

"You know I never would have imagined speaking to my father the way you speak to me. I've never felt so disrespected-"

"Do you have any hair gel? I've already packed mine."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Is that a serious question?"

"Dad, may I borrow the hair gel I know you have?"

"Look at those manners. Yes, son of mine, you may." Draco didn't wear his hair in the slicked back style of his youth, but he and Scorpius both were hideously vain about their white blond Malfoy hair. It had to look disheveled, but purposefully so.

Draco noticed something new about his son as he dashed by. "Are you wearing cologne?"

"What? No! I mean...yeah, kind of."

Draco raised a knowing eyebrow and smirked. "Who is she?"

"What? Who? I mean...nobody,
Dad. Gosh!" Scorpius grabbed the (now pilfered) hair gel and darted past Draco to escape his interrogation.

Draco muttered under his breath "Oh good. The teenage years have arrived," a scowl in his voice.

The father and son bickered, but they were in fact extremely close. Certainly closer than Draco ever was to Lucius, not that he was ever a shining example of fatherhood. When Astoria died, Draco swore that he'd make certain Scorpius never felt like he was missing something. He would be the most loving, attentive father that ever walked the earth. That had been ten years ago. And in that time, Scorpius had never hidden anything from his father. Until now that is.

There had to be a girl. Why else would he be so anxious to return to school? Why else would he be wearing cologne for the first time?

Draco remembered being a thirteen-year-old boy. It was like a light switch clicked on in a boy's brain at that age and suddenly all they can see are girls. Girls everywhere. When they go to sleep...girls. When they try to pay attention in class...girls. Draco rather imagined it was a similar feeling to what the inhabitants of Plato's cave would experience upon seeing light for the first time. Confusing, exhilarating, maddening, and bloody terrifying.

Draco knew that Scorpius must be feeling all of those things. He really did wish that Scorpius felt like he could talk to him about it. It was something he actually knew quite a bit about. He had done quite well with the ladies as a teenager.

Not that he had done lately. His friends were constantly telling him that he should 'put himself out there' and all that rot. He supposed they had a point. He was still a young man in his early thirties, having been very young when Scorpius was born. But he refused to waste his and Scorpius's time bringing women around who would just leave in a month or so.