Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: Wednesdays
Beta: princess2000204 (Thank you!)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2600
Status: Complete
Warnings: Continuation of There Would Be Next Time, but as that one had no plot it doesn't really need to be read before this, I think. This has a vague plot, some smut, and quite a bit of Scorpius fluff!
Summary: Harry really loved Wednesdays.

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Note: This is no longer epilogue compliant, because I wanted to write a younger Scorpius (he's around six here).

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Wednesdays

 

Harry really loved Wednesdays. It was therefore a shame that it was Tuesday, but at least he had something to look forward to. But for now, there were other things to do. He sighed and looked around. In the midst of the loud crowd of Muggles, a flicker of blond hair caught Harry's eye. It took five seconds for him to conclude that he was being ridiculous. There was simply no chance that he would see Malfoy here.

Harry was supervising a mission in a large department store, packed with unsuspecting Muggles, who could at any point become the victims of malicious curses cast on some random objects. Someone had been launching quite nasty little attacks on Muggles lately and the Aurors' Department was starting to feel the pressure of the public.

For Harry, it meant many sleepless nights and running around across the country as well as reading endless reports. He was trying to stay on top of things but the long hours he put in were making him weary and obviously, turning him delusional.

There it was again.

Harry craned his neck to see past a large man on Harry's right and spotted a blond head. It wasn't just blond, but a very pale blond, exactly that shade. Compelled to follow, Harry moved forward and coming closer, he easily recognised the person standing in front of him.

"Scorpius?" Harry asked, a bit bewildered, not just with the fact that he found a Malfoy in a Muggle area, but also because Scorpius was apparently alone.

Scorpius edged away from Harry in fear. "Who are you?"

"I'm —" Harry hesitated for a moment, "— a friend of you father’s. We went to school together."

Scorpius looked at Harry doubtfully, but then his face brightened in recognition. "You're 'the bloody git' from the newspapers!" he exclaimed.

Harry couldn't help laughing at Scorpius' obviously quoted words. It was easy to picture Malfoy ranting about the fact that the Daily Prophet still dutifully reported Harry's every move.

"You're Harry Potter, the famous Auror," Scorpius informed him, as though Harry wasn't aware of who he was.

"I think I like that description better," Harry chuckled. "And where is your father?"

Scorpius' bright expression slipped and he looked suddenly distressed. "Father went ahead to buy something — I think it was a present," Scorpius whispered conspiratorially. "I was with mother, but ... she disappeared." Scorpios looked pensive for a second. "I think she's lost. I should probably go find her."

Harry bit his lip and nodded, and then reached out, intending to take Scorpius' hand. "Come on. It's my job to find missing mothers. We can look for her together," he suggested, as Scorpius reached out with both hands, clearly expecting to be picked up.

Harry blinked at him. "Aren’t you a little old for that?" he asked in bewilderment.

"I'll never be too old to be carried around!" Scorpius argued, and Harry wondered who told him that — his mother or his father. Scorpius added, "Besides, my feet are killing me!"

Harry laughed and picked him up. Scorpius' arms locked around Harry's neck and the child looked at him expectantly. Now that they were so close, Harry noticed that Scorpius' eyes were red-rimmed and he was incredibly pale. "How long have you been alone out here?" he asked worriedly.

Scorpius promptly checked his watch. "One hour and forty seven minutes," he proclaimed. Scorpius' hand that was around Harry's neck, gripped the collar of Harry's shirt a bit convulsively, but other than that, Scorpius didn't give any indication that he was upset.

Trying to hide his absolute horror, Harry managed to smile a little. "You are very brave, you know?"

Scorpius scoffed, "Bravery is for Gryffindors."

"No, it's for Slytherins as well," Harry assured him. "Come on, let's find your parents."

Upon considering things, Harry decided that the best thing would be to simply find a suitable place and wait for Malfoy or his wife to show up, or they would all end up chasing each other around the store. However, he had informed all the Aurors about what happened, describing both Malfoys to them, so if they would see them they would send them to the south exit, where Harry was waiting with Scorpius.

Scorpius wasn't happy with that development, insisting that they should go find his lost parents, not just wait here and do nothing. Fortunately, a window with various muggle toys on display caught his attention, and he temporarily forgot his distress.

"Is it charmed?" he asked, amazed, watching a small fluffy puppy bark, jump, and roll over. "I thought Muggles couldn't do magic?"

Harry looked at the puppy, not knowing how to explain about batteries, mostly because he wasn't really sure how these things worked. They just did, but that probably wouldn't be a satisfying explanation to Scorpius. "Well, they can't really, not like us, but they learned to make do without it. Muggles are very inventive."

Scorpius stared at the window shop and was apparently unable to disagree in the face of such many interesting objects.

"Do you want the puppy?" Harry asked tentatively. "I wouldn't want to make your father mad," he added worriedly. Even if Malfoy had brought his son in the muggle area, if Harry would buy Scorpius a Muggle toy, there was no telling what Malfoy would do to Harry.

Harry bit his lip. Actually, pissing off Malfoy suddenly sounded like a great idea.

"Father is never mad!" Scorpius defended quickly, but then reconsidered. "At me," he added. "But I don't want a puppy, that's for ... children." Scorpius made a face, but his gaze was still fixed on the window.

"So is carrying." Harry couldn't help countering.

Scorpius gave him a filthy look, reminding Harry of Malfoy even more. Harry grinned as Scorpius forgot to glare, after the puppy cocked its head at him and wagged its tail.

"Come on, we won't tell anyone," Harry insisted.

"Father could charm me one," Scorpius argued, but it was clear that this particular puppy already won him over. "I can't have a real one, because mother is allergic," he said mournfully.

"Well, you would still have to have one if you want your father to charm it for you. Come on, let's get it," Harry said, moving to enter the shop. Scorpius didn't say yes, but he didn't say no either.

Before they bought the puppy, Harry cast a few charms on it, to make sure that it wasn't cursed — it would be just his luck, but fortunately the puppy was curse free.

After they exited the shop, Scorpius had accused Harry of cheating the saleswoman by giving her papers instead of Galleons. Harry had tried to explain about Muggle money, but Scorpius seemed disinclined to believe him.

"I'll ask father," Scorpius concluded finally.

Harry shook his head and sighed, pressing a few buttons on the puppy's belly. Much to Scorpius' amazement, the puppy stopped jumping, but instead stayed still, just looking up at Scorpius now and then with an endearing expression on his furry face.

"And Muggles did that?" Scorpius asked in wonder, examining the puppy with care. "This is the sort of thing you learn in Hogwarts," he explained to Harry. "I bet the charms to do something like that would be complicated," he concluded expertly, and then gave Harry a wide-eyed look as though he just remembered something. "Thank you very much," he said solemnly.

"You are very welcome," Harry answered in the same serious tone, managing to hide a smile.

Suddenly, a loud voice screamed, "Scorpius!"

Harry turned to see Malfoy running towards them, looking both good and odd in muggle clothes, and Harry hated himself just a little for even noticing what Malfoy was wearing.

Scorpius began to struggle away from Harry's arms, as though Harry was holding him captive this whole time. As Malfoy came closer, the child practically jumped away from Harry to throw himself in his father's arms.

Harry blew a harsh breath, calming his fast beating heart, berating himself for being affected with Malfoy's presence even at a time like this.

Malfoy was nearly shaking, his face pale, skin nearly translucent. Harry thought he hadn't seen Malfoy this distressed since that fateful moment on the Astronomy Tower, some fifteen years ago. Though oddly enough, in this moment, Malfoy reminded him strongly of Narcissa.

Scorpius buried his head in the crook of Malfoy's neck and showed no intention of loosening the death grip on his father. Malfoy hugged his son close, but his gaze was fixed on Harry, his uncharacteristically bright eyes staring at him in bewilderment.

"What are you doing here?" Malfoy choked out, and Harry wasn't sure if his speech centre was affected with worry or Scorpius' choking hug.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, very much believing that that was the more important question.

Malfoy tried to scoff, but couldn't quite manage. "Scorpius is obsessed with all things Muggle. I'm still looking for someone to blame for that."

Malfoy was staring fixatedly at him and Harry wondered if Malfoy would now randomly accuse him that this was somehow all Harry's fault, but all of a sudden, Malfoy grabbed Harry's bicep, griping it painfully. "Thank you," Malfoy breathed out.

Harry nearly jumped out of his skin, not expecting Malfoy to touch him in public, and definitely not expecting the sudden display of emotions. Harry managed to nod and smile a bit shakily as Malfoy loosened his grip and lowered his hand to grab Harry's.

Malfoy's fingertips were caressing the back of Harry's hand and his thumb was making slow circles on Harry's palm. And something simple like that should not have aroused Harry, but it did.

"Everything turned out all right," Harry said gently. A part of him wanted to pull his hand back, but another part of him was enjoying the gentle caress.

"Because you found him, who knows ..." Malfoy whispered, unable to continue. His warm hand was still encompassing Harry's, steadily driving Harry to madness.

Scorpius sniffed and lifted his head and Malfoy pulled his hand away in a flash.

"We have to find mother now," Scorpius said, prompting an ugly expression to appear on Malfoy's face.

"We have to go home now," Malfoy said firmly through gritted teeth.

Scorpius looked like he wanted to complain, but instead, he pressed his lips closely together and kept silent, hugging the puppy closer.

Malfoy's gaze fell on the toy and he rolled his eyes and managed to smile. "Honestly, don't you have enough of these ... fluffy ... things?" he asked exasperatedly, as Scorpius paled and looked at Harry with pink cheeks.

"Father!" he whispered, sounding scandalized and betrayed.

Harry tried hard not to laugh, but then his desire to laugh completely disappeared when Malfoy flashed him a brilliant smile. "I was kidding, of course." Malfoy quickly justified his son, his eyes twinkling at Harry.

Harry was too amazed to say anything. He never saw that before — Malfoy was actually smiling warmly, looking relieved and affectionate, and suddenly Harry felt like there was another person standing before him, someone who he had never met.

"We should go home," Malfoy said to Harry, looking almost reluctant.

"Yeah," Harry said, coming to his senses. "You shouldn't have come here. There was a notice in the Prophet. We suspect that there was another spate of curses cast in this place."

"Oh." Malfoy frowned. "I usually skip things that have your face on it." Malfoy gave him a half-smile, and something that should have been a jab came out sounding as an affectionate joke.

Malfoy turned to leave and prompted his son, "Say thank you and goodbye."

Scorpius promptly said, "Thank you, Mr Potter and goodbye."

Harry smiled, tearing his gaze from Malfoy's face with difficulty. "I hope I'll see you around, Scorpius."

Malfoy hesitated for a moment. "Tomorrow is Wednesday," he said finally, his gaze turning darker, an expression Harry was much more familiar with.

"I know," Harry said softly. Of course, he knew it was Wednesday. They were meeting on Wednesdays.

With a last heated gaze in Harry's direction, Malfoy turned and moved towards the exit. Scorpius grinned and waved at Harry, his smile not unlike Malfoy's.

Harry sighed and rubbed his temples as his wand vibrated violently indicating that he was needed.

It was truly a good thing that tomorrow was Wednesday.

 

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Malfoy was still grateful on Wednesday and he demonstrated his gratefulness by using his tongue and mouth to give Harry a spectacular orgasm that left him panting and shivering, feeling sticky with sweat and cum.

"God," Harry gasped out still in post-orgasmic haze, as Malfoy moved upwards to bite Harry's neck, rutting against Harry's thigh, clearly demanding reciprocation.

Harry collected all of his strength and attempted to turn around, but Malfoy stopped him. "No, stay like this."

Harry remained on his back, biting his lip and looking up at Malfoy, feeling unsure. They never did it like this before — facing each other, this was new and somehow terrifying.

Oblivious to Harry's fears, Malfoy reached down with wet, breaching fingers, distracting Harry from his worrying thoughts. Warm fingers stretched him and Harry pulled his legs up automatically, giving Malfoy easier access.

Soon enough, Malfoy was inside him, and Harry was given a chance to see Malfoy's face contort in exertion and then relax, as he opened his eyes to look at Harry.

Staring at the dark eyes above him Harry was forced to realize that this thing between them was something much more than he ever thought it was. And maybe, just maybe, it was time to stop running away from it.

Malfoy began to move, first, thrusting shallowly and then picking up speed, slamming inside Harry, never moving his gaze away from Harry's eyes. It was much too soon for Harry to feel aroused again, but it still felt pleasant when Malfoy's cock hit Harry's prostate. Harry locked his ankles around Malfoy, his heels digging in Malfoy's arse, giving Harry leverage to move and help Malfoy find his pleasure.

Malfoy closed his eyes suddenly and began to pound into Harry even harder, until it was almost painful, but Harry gripped the headboard and thrust back with equal force.

"Tighter," Malfoy gasped out, and Harry clenched his inner muscles. Malfoy groaned, and after a couple of harsh thrusts, went very still, before shuddering violently. Harry kept clenching around Malfoy's cock prolonging his pleasure, and still staring, almost greedily, at Malfoy's now blissful expression.

Malfoy collapsed on top of him and that was quite new as well — having Malfoy in his arms. Harry hugged him tentatively and stroked the blond strands, but Malfoy stiffened suddenly, and Harry stilled his movements, not really sure what was wrong.

In a matter of seconds, Malfoy was already standing by the bed and picking up his clothes.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked, bemused. Malfoy ignored him, getting dressed in record speed. "Malfoy!" Harry tried again, his tone harsher. Malfoy continued to ignore him, his hair falling over his face, obscuring his eyes. He threw the cloak over his shoulders and moved towards the door. He turned around then and looked at Harry's naked form, his gaze moving over Harry's body as though he planned to fuck him again.

"This is over," Malfoy said, before walking out and slamming the door.

Harry blinked in shock, not really believing that this just happened. He couldn't even imagine what went wrong; on the contrary, everything was going right. Harry had actually made some vague plans and neither of them involved Malfoy leaving him.

Harry continued to stare at the closed door, feeling confused and lost. The only thing he was sure at that point was — he really hated Wednesdays.

 

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Concluded in Making It Work.

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