hp_cross_fest fic - One Truth
As I’m sure you’re all aware by now, the reveals are up at hp_cross_fest and I can now officially say:
I was so completely overwhelmed by the response my little fic received and I cannot thank everyone that read it, reviewed it, recced it and/or discussed it in great detail enough. *loves you all*
As far as I’m aware... it was recced here by romaine24, here by marguerite_26 and here by the_minx_17.
It was also recced here at quibbler_report and here at hp_darkfic_recs.
And there was much discussion about it (and speculation about who wrote it) here at christinefic’s journal and here at marguerite_26’s journal (again). *loves*
NB: ALL those links (apart from the comm recs) contain SPOILERS for the fic itself and some may be f-locked.
So, without further ado...
Title: One Truth
Author: accioscar
Beta: ravenqueen55
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Scorpius
Summary: If there’s one truth - one truth in the entire world - that Scorpius is sure of, it’s that Harry loves him.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe - all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work
Warning(s): infidelity, rimming, brief mention of minor character death, Highlight for SPOILERY warnings **implied incest, implied non-con, dark!fic (sort of)** (NB: I STRONGLY recommend NOT reading them first, but it's up to you.)
Word Count: 2,000 approx
Author's Notes: Written for christinefic as part of the hp_cross_fest.
Many, many thanks to my friend/twin/Terminus bedmate, ravenqueen55 for the beta job.
I love you, honey! *squishes and kisses*
One Truth
Harry Potter fucks Scorpius Malfoy on a regular basis.
In the public eye he’s a devoted husband and father, Head Auror and all-round respected and loved Hero-of-the-Wizarding-World.
But behind closed doors - several, heavily warded doors of the Manor - he fucks and sucks and rims and does all manner of kinky, dirty and depraved things to Scorpius.
Like right now.
Right now, Harry has Scorpius up against the wall of his bedroom, his dick hard and pressing painfully against the velvet wallpaper. Harry’s hands are gripping his arse, fingers pressing into the soft flesh as he holds the cheeks apart. His tongue penetrates the pulsing ring of muscle between them, thrusting in deeper and harder than should be possible for a tongue. It’s all the preparation Scorpius gets, before Harry stands and pushes the blunt head of his cock into Scorpius’s hole in one hard thrust. Harry fucks him mercilessly as Scorpius desperately claws at the wall. Each time Harry almost completely pulls out before slamming back into him, Scorpius cries out at the maddening sensations of both pleasure and pain coursing through his body. This time it’s just what Scorpius needs. This time it’s hard and frantic and rough.
Other times it’s different.
Sometimes - most of the time - it’s slow and gentle. Sensual and erotic. Romantic and loving.
Scorpius lies flat on his back, writhing atop satin sheets as Harry peppers his chest and stomach with hot, open-mouthed kisses. His tongue flicks over Scorpius’s nipples, he sucks each sensitive nub in turn, softly teasing until they’re hot and hard and Scorpius moans loudly, arching up into Harry’s touch.
Harry chuckles softly, moving down Scorpius’s body with soft kisses. He pauses to dip his tongue into Scorpius’s navel before continuing on to his ultimate destination. The first contact of Harry’s mouth on his prick pulls a strangled moan from Scorpius’s lips. He bucks his hips, pushing himself further into the delicious warmth of Harry’s mouth.
His heart beats furiously in his chest, pumping what feels like every ounce of his blood straight to his rigid cock, as Harry’s tongue swirls around the head. Scorpius groans when Harry suddenly releases his cock, fumbling on the bed for the lube, but he knows why Harry has stopped. Harry knows. He knows that if he keeps sucking Scorpius off like that, he won’t last long. And he knows that Scorpius wants to come with Harry inside him - buried up to his balls in the tight heat of Scorpius’s eager arse. He lays still, head thrown back on the pillow, hands clenched in the bed sheets. He opens his legs wide and waits. He knows exactly what’s coming, wants it so badly it hurts. He hears the soft squelching noise as Harry squirts the lube into his hand, feels one slicked finger slowly circling the sensitised ring of muscle at his entrance before gently pressing into him.
Scorpius gasps, slightly clenching around the invading digit, before letting his muscles relax. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps as Harry works the single finger in and out, gently stretching him until he’s ready for two, three. For more.
Scorpius’s fists are balled painfully in the sheet by the time he feels the slicked head of Harry’s prick press against his entrance.
He looks up, looks into Harry’s eyes as he pushes slowly into Scorpius’s arse. Harry pauses and lifts Scorpius’s legs, before finally pushing all the way in, in one firm thrust, pushing Scorpius’s legs back until his knees almost touch his ears. He looks at Scorpius, muted green eyes piercing him, pinning him to the bed as much as the weight of his slender body is. He starts to move, quickly finding the perfect angle to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Scorpius’s body on every firm stroke.
Scorpius is painfully hard, his swollen prick leaking pre-come onto his own stomach. Harry keeps up his leisurely pace; fucking Scorpius with deep, slow thrusts. Scorpius is mesmerised by the look on his face. It’s always the same, whenever Harry fucks him like this - face-to-face. He has a far away look in his eyes, like he’s existing on some higher level, like fucking Scorpius - making love to Scorpius - is some sort of spiritual awakening.
With Harry pressing on his prostate with every thrust, it doesn’t take long before Scorpius is coming, clenching around Harry’s cock and pulling his own orgasm from him, as Scorpius shoots out hot, thick spurts all over his abdomen.
Afterwards, Harry collapses on top of him, face pressing into the crook of Scorpius’s neck, as he mumbles soft words of love against his skin. They lie there for ages, bodies slicked with sweat and come, entwined together, until Scorpius drifts off into a sated sleep, safe in the knowledge that Harry loves him.
Harry loves him. Scorpius knows it. Even now, as he fucks Scorpius from behind - hands gripping his hips painfully and pushing him hard against the wall with force of his frantic thrusts - Scorpius knows that Harry is just giving him what he needs. He knows Scorpius so well, knows when he needs to feel, to hurt, to break, and he gives him it. Harry gives Scorpius everything he wants and needs in a way no else ever can, ever will. And he does it all out of love, because he loves Scorpius as much as Scorpius loves him. Scorpius is sure of it. If there’s one truth - one truth in the entire world - that Scorpius is sure of, it’s that Harry loves him.
Harry Potter loves Scorpius Malfoy.
They met when Scorpius joined the Aurors straight out of Hogwarts.
He’d always wanted to be an Auror - ever since that day. The day his mother was murdered. He was eleven years old at the time; eleven years old and waving goodbye to his parents as the Hogwarts Express pulled out of King’s Cross, when some madman decided to take revenge on his father. Revenge for him testifying against several Death Eaters at the end of the war - the war that had, up until that point, been little more than a story to Scorpius. Over the years, Scorpius had learnt to block out the image of his mother’s broken body, twisted and bloody on the ground - hit by some unknown curse and contorted in agony. But the sound of her strangled, blood-curdling scream as she fell still echoed in his ears every day.
They’d never caught her murderer and Scorpius’s father had been next to useless. He’d blamed himself (and rightly so, Scorpius sometimes thought), had withdrawn into his own grief and refused to leave the Manor.
When the case was officially closed a year later, Scorpius vowed that he would catch the bastard who had done this. He would catch the lowlife scum who had torn his beautiful mother from him at such a tender age, torn his family apart - he would catch him and make him suffer. If, in the meantime, he had to spend his days investigating exploding toilets and catching petty thieves, then so be it.
So, he’d knuckled down, kept himself to himself and spent the next six years concentrating on his studies. So what if he didn’t really have any friends? If he was pretty much a loner? It was necessary. Important. He didn’t need distractions, and when he got O’s in all his N.E.W.T.S and was accepted into the Fast Track Auror Training Programme, it made all the years of isolation and loneliness more than worth it.
He’d seen Auror Potter around before, of course - including almost every year on Platform Nine and Three Quarters - and he’d been unable to avoid the Hero-of-the-Wizarding-World in the media. But they’d never been introduced, never talked face-to-face. Not until his first day at the training academy. And Scorpius had to admit - he’d been infatuated with the older man from day one.
In fact, if Scorpius were completely honest with himself, he’d always been fascinated with Harry Potter, even as a kid. And, though he was slightly embarrassed to admit it now, he had, for a time, collected photos and articles of everyone’s favourite hero, cutting them out of all the papers and magazines he could get his hands on and keeping them in a box under his bed.
But nothing could’ve prepared Scorpius for the depth of his feelings upon meeting Harry for the first time, and within a week of studying under the Head Auror, he had another mission - to seduce Harry Potter.
Harry resisted at first (quite forcibly) but Scorpius wasn’t surprised - he did have a reputation to protect, after all.
Scorpius was determined though, and obviously all his flirting, teasing and suggestion had paid off eventually, because Harry had just turned up unannounced at the Manor one day.
Scorpius’s father must’ve been out and he guessed one of the house elves had let Harry in unquestioned - what with him being the famous Harry Potter and all - because suddenly there he was, in Scorpius’s bedroom, hands tearing at his robes as his lips attacked Scorpius’s with a furious passion. That first time had been wild and lust-driven. Harry had wasted no time divesting Scorpius of his clothes and dropping to his knees to suck his half-hard cock into his mouth.
Somehow Harry had known, even then, exactly how to drive Scorpius crazy with desire. He’d sucked him off as though he was born to do it, head bobbing furiously as he took Scorpius in deeper and deeper until the head of his dick hit the back of Harry’s throat and he hummed, sending Scorpius over the edge. A fist in his messy black hair was all the warning Harry had got before Scorpius was coming, head thrown back against the wall as thick hot spurts of come shot out of him and into Harry’s eager mouth. Harry had swallowed it all, rising to his feet as Scorpius’s legs trembled with the force of his orgasm, and kissed him again. This time slower, his tongue gently caressing Scorpius’s, the taste of himself mixing with the intoxicating taste of Harry. Scorpius had spent the rest of that night being fucked into the mattress or the wall or any other surface that took Harry’s fancy. Afterwards they’d taken a shower together, but even that had resulted in Scorpius’s back pressed against the hard tiles as Harry slowly finger-fucked him, the spray of hot water the only lubrication in sight.
It became a regular thing after that and, six months later, Scorpius couldn’t be happier.
Sure Harry is still married, but Scorpius knows he only stays for the sake of his children. He and his wife don’t sleep together anymore - haven’t since their youngest was born - and as soon as Lily finishes school Harry is going to leave Ginny and they’ll be together properly. He’s promised Scorpius.
And really, it’s ok that Harry acts as though nothing is going on between them whilst they are at work. Scorpius understands. Harry is a professional and he loves his job. He can’t risk losing it, can’t risk anyone finding out about them - he is Scorpius’s boss after all. But Scorpius knows the truth. He doesn’t need sly touches, lingering looks or quickies in the broom cupboard to know that Harry loves him. He’s always there when Scorpius needs him, always knows exactly what Scorpius wants, what he needs. (And Scorpius supposes it’s a good thing his job often warrants long hours and over time. It gives Harry the perfect opportunity to visit him at the Manor. Almost every night.) Yes, Harry loves him. Scorpius has no doubt of that.
And if there is a stockpile of lacewing flies, Boomslang skin and other ingredients for a certain potion stashed in Scorpius’s wardrobe, he knows nothing about it.
And if Scorpius’s otherwise agoraphobic father is mysteriously absent whenever Harry visits the Manor, it’s just a coincidence.
And if Prior Incantato cast on his wand were to reveal the use of a certain Unforgivable Curse, Scorpius has no idea why.
All he knows is that Harry fucks him on a regular basis. Fucks and sucks and rims. Kisses and caresses and loves.
Harry loves him.
Harry Potter loves Scorpius Malfoy.
He just doesn’t know it.
I was so completely overwhelmed by the response my little fic received and I cannot thank everyone that read it, reviewed it, recced it and/or discussed it in great detail enough. *loves you all*
As far as I’m aware... it was recced here by romaine24, here by marguerite_26 and here by the_minx_17.
It was also recced here at quibbler_report and here at hp_darkfic_recs.
And there was much discussion about it (and speculation about who wrote it) here at christinefic’s journal and here at marguerite_26’s journal (again). *loves*
NB: ALL those links (apart from the comm recs) contain SPOILERS for the fic itself and some may be f-locked.
So, without further ado...
Title: One Truth
Author: accioscar
Beta: ravenqueen55
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Scorpius
Summary: If there’s one truth - one truth in the entire world - that Scorpius is sure of, it’s that Harry loves him.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe - all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work
Warning(s): infidelity, rimming, brief mention of minor character death, Highlight for SPOILERY warnings **implied incest, implied non-con, dark!fic (sort of)** (NB: I STRONGLY recommend NOT reading them first, but it's up to you.)
Word Count: 2,000 approx
Author's Notes: Written for christinefic as part of the hp_cross_fest.
Many, many thanks to my friend/twin/Terminus bedmate, ravenqueen55 for the beta job.
I love you, honey! *squishes and kisses*
One Truth
Harry Potter fucks Scorpius Malfoy on a regular basis.
In the public eye he’s a devoted husband and father, Head Auror and all-round respected and loved Hero-of-the-Wizarding-World.
But behind closed doors - several, heavily warded doors of the Manor - he fucks and sucks and rims and does all manner of kinky, dirty and depraved things to Scorpius.
Like right now.
Right now, Harry has Scorpius up against the wall of his bedroom, his dick hard and pressing painfully against the velvet wallpaper. Harry’s hands are gripping his arse, fingers pressing into the soft flesh as he holds the cheeks apart. His tongue penetrates the pulsing ring of muscle between them, thrusting in deeper and harder than should be possible for a tongue. It’s all the preparation Scorpius gets, before Harry stands and pushes the blunt head of his cock into Scorpius’s hole in one hard thrust. Harry fucks him mercilessly as Scorpius desperately claws at the wall. Each time Harry almost completely pulls out before slamming back into him, Scorpius cries out at the maddening sensations of both pleasure and pain coursing through his body. This time it’s just what Scorpius needs. This time it’s hard and frantic and rough.
Other times it’s different.
Sometimes - most of the time - it’s slow and gentle. Sensual and erotic. Romantic and loving.
Scorpius lies flat on his back, writhing atop satin sheets as Harry peppers his chest and stomach with hot, open-mouthed kisses. His tongue flicks over Scorpius’s nipples, he sucks each sensitive nub in turn, softly teasing until they’re hot and hard and Scorpius moans loudly, arching up into Harry’s touch.
Harry chuckles softly, moving down Scorpius’s body with soft kisses. He pauses to dip his tongue into Scorpius’s navel before continuing on to his ultimate destination. The first contact of Harry’s mouth on his prick pulls a strangled moan from Scorpius’s lips. He bucks his hips, pushing himself further into the delicious warmth of Harry’s mouth.
His heart beats furiously in his chest, pumping what feels like every ounce of his blood straight to his rigid cock, as Harry’s tongue swirls around the head. Scorpius groans when Harry suddenly releases his cock, fumbling on the bed for the lube, but he knows why Harry has stopped. Harry knows. He knows that if he keeps sucking Scorpius off like that, he won’t last long. And he knows that Scorpius wants to come with Harry inside him - buried up to his balls in the tight heat of Scorpius’s eager arse. He lays still, head thrown back on the pillow, hands clenched in the bed sheets. He opens his legs wide and waits. He knows exactly what’s coming, wants it so badly it hurts. He hears the soft squelching noise as Harry squirts the lube into his hand, feels one slicked finger slowly circling the sensitised ring of muscle at his entrance before gently pressing into him.
Scorpius gasps, slightly clenching around the invading digit, before letting his muscles relax. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps as Harry works the single finger in and out, gently stretching him until he’s ready for two, three. For more.
Scorpius’s fists are balled painfully in the sheet by the time he feels the slicked head of Harry’s prick press against his entrance.
He looks up, looks into Harry’s eyes as he pushes slowly into Scorpius’s arse. Harry pauses and lifts Scorpius’s legs, before finally pushing all the way in, in one firm thrust, pushing Scorpius’s legs back until his knees almost touch his ears. He looks at Scorpius, muted green eyes piercing him, pinning him to the bed as much as the weight of his slender body is. He starts to move, quickly finding the perfect angle to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Scorpius’s body on every firm stroke.
Scorpius is painfully hard, his swollen prick leaking pre-come onto his own stomach. Harry keeps up his leisurely pace; fucking Scorpius with deep, slow thrusts. Scorpius is mesmerised by the look on his face. It’s always the same, whenever Harry fucks him like this - face-to-face. He has a far away look in his eyes, like he’s existing on some higher level, like fucking Scorpius - making love to Scorpius - is some sort of spiritual awakening.
With Harry pressing on his prostate with every thrust, it doesn’t take long before Scorpius is coming, clenching around Harry’s cock and pulling his own orgasm from him, as Scorpius shoots out hot, thick spurts all over his abdomen.
Afterwards, Harry collapses on top of him, face pressing into the crook of Scorpius’s neck, as he mumbles soft words of love against his skin. They lie there for ages, bodies slicked with sweat and come, entwined together, until Scorpius drifts off into a sated sleep, safe in the knowledge that Harry loves him.
Harry loves him. Scorpius knows it. Even now, as he fucks Scorpius from behind - hands gripping his hips painfully and pushing him hard against the wall with force of his frantic thrusts - Scorpius knows that Harry is just giving him what he needs. He knows Scorpius so well, knows when he needs to feel, to hurt, to break, and he gives him it. Harry gives Scorpius everything he wants and needs in a way no else ever can, ever will. And he does it all out of love, because he loves Scorpius as much as Scorpius loves him. Scorpius is sure of it. If there’s one truth - one truth in the entire world - that Scorpius is sure of, it’s that Harry loves him.
Harry Potter loves Scorpius Malfoy.
They met when Scorpius joined the Aurors straight out of Hogwarts.
He’d always wanted to be an Auror - ever since that day. The day his mother was murdered. He was eleven years old at the time; eleven years old and waving goodbye to his parents as the Hogwarts Express pulled out of King’s Cross, when some madman decided to take revenge on his father. Revenge for him testifying against several Death Eaters at the end of the war - the war that had, up until that point, been little more than a story to Scorpius. Over the years, Scorpius had learnt to block out the image of his mother’s broken body, twisted and bloody on the ground - hit by some unknown curse and contorted in agony. But the sound of her strangled, blood-curdling scream as she fell still echoed in his ears every day.
They’d never caught her murderer and Scorpius’s father had been next to useless. He’d blamed himself (and rightly so, Scorpius sometimes thought), had withdrawn into his own grief and refused to leave the Manor.
When the case was officially closed a year later, Scorpius vowed that he would catch the bastard who had done this. He would catch the lowlife scum who had torn his beautiful mother from him at such a tender age, torn his family apart - he would catch him and make him suffer. If, in the meantime, he had to spend his days investigating exploding toilets and catching petty thieves, then so be it.
So, he’d knuckled down, kept himself to himself and spent the next six years concentrating on his studies. So what if he didn’t really have any friends? If he was pretty much a loner? It was necessary. Important. He didn’t need distractions, and when he got O’s in all his N.E.W.T.S and was accepted into the Fast Track Auror Training Programme, it made all the years of isolation and loneliness more than worth it.
He’d seen Auror Potter around before, of course - including almost every year on Platform Nine and Three Quarters - and he’d been unable to avoid the Hero-of-the-Wizarding-World in the media. But they’d never been introduced, never talked face-to-face. Not until his first day at the training academy. And Scorpius had to admit - he’d been infatuated with the older man from day one.
In fact, if Scorpius were completely honest with himself, he’d always been fascinated with Harry Potter, even as a kid. And, though he was slightly embarrassed to admit it now, he had, for a time, collected photos and articles of everyone’s favourite hero, cutting them out of all the papers and magazines he could get his hands on and keeping them in a box under his bed.
But nothing could’ve prepared Scorpius for the depth of his feelings upon meeting Harry for the first time, and within a week of studying under the Head Auror, he had another mission - to seduce Harry Potter.
Harry resisted at first (quite forcibly) but Scorpius wasn’t surprised - he did have a reputation to protect, after all.
Scorpius was determined though, and obviously all his flirting, teasing and suggestion had paid off eventually, because Harry had just turned up unannounced at the Manor one day.
Scorpius’s father must’ve been out and he guessed one of the house elves had let Harry in unquestioned - what with him being the famous Harry Potter and all - because suddenly there he was, in Scorpius’s bedroom, hands tearing at his robes as his lips attacked Scorpius’s with a furious passion. That first time had been wild and lust-driven. Harry had wasted no time divesting Scorpius of his clothes and dropping to his knees to suck his half-hard cock into his mouth.
Somehow Harry had known, even then, exactly how to drive Scorpius crazy with desire. He’d sucked him off as though he was born to do it, head bobbing furiously as he took Scorpius in deeper and deeper until the head of his dick hit the back of Harry’s throat and he hummed, sending Scorpius over the edge. A fist in his messy black hair was all the warning Harry had got before Scorpius was coming, head thrown back against the wall as thick hot spurts of come shot out of him and into Harry’s eager mouth. Harry had swallowed it all, rising to his feet as Scorpius’s legs trembled with the force of his orgasm, and kissed him again. This time slower, his tongue gently caressing Scorpius’s, the taste of himself mixing with the intoxicating taste of Harry. Scorpius had spent the rest of that night being fucked into the mattress or the wall or any other surface that took Harry’s fancy. Afterwards they’d taken a shower together, but even that had resulted in Scorpius’s back pressed against the hard tiles as Harry slowly finger-fucked him, the spray of hot water the only lubrication in sight.
It became a regular thing after that and, six months later, Scorpius couldn’t be happier.
Sure Harry is still married, but Scorpius knows he only stays for the sake of his children. He and his wife don’t sleep together anymore - haven’t since their youngest was born - and as soon as Lily finishes school Harry is going to leave Ginny and they’ll be together properly. He’s promised Scorpius.
And really, it’s ok that Harry acts as though nothing is going on between them whilst they are at work. Scorpius understands. Harry is a professional and he loves his job. He can’t risk losing it, can’t risk anyone finding out about them - he is Scorpius’s boss after all. But Scorpius knows the truth. He doesn’t need sly touches, lingering looks or quickies in the broom cupboard to know that Harry loves him. He’s always there when Scorpius needs him, always knows exactly what Scorpius wants, what he needs. (And Scorpius supposes it’s a good thing his job often warrants long hours and over time. It gives Harry the perfect opportunity to visit him at the Manor. Almost every night.) Yes, Harry loves him. Scorpius has no doubt of that.
And if there is a stockpile of lacewing flies, Boomslang skin and other ingredients for a certain potion stashed in Scorpius’s wardrobe, he knows nothing about it.
And if Scorpius’s otherwise agoraphobic father is mysteriously absent whenever Harry visits the Manor, it’s just a coincidence.
And if Prior Incantato cast on his wand were to reveal the use of a certain Unforgivable Curse, Scorpius has no idea why.
All he knows is that Harry fucks him on a regular basis. Fucks and sucks and rims. Kisses and caresses and loves.
Harry loves him.
Harry Potter loves Scorpius Malfoy.
He just doesn’t know it.