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28 August 2008 @ 11:55 pm
Ficlet: "Like Father, Like Son"(original draft) (H/D)  
Title: Like Father, Like Son(original draft)
Author: yumekutteikt
Word Count: 750
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: JKR owns them and the following is my fantasy, ever so obviously
A/N: The ficlet is an original draft of the drabble posted on hd100 with prompt "back to school", written in order to bring my ideas into concrete form. Note this piece is a very raw draft and not beta-read, and thus subject to future revision.

Draco Malfoy had never imagined going back to Hogwarts as this much of distress.

When Draco had started his new career as a Potions Master at his alma mater, he soon discovered that his beloved son Scorpius, now in his third year, had been involved in lamentably intimate relationship with the second son of Potter-Weasley, much to his dismay.

Then, James Sirius, the first son of bloody Potter...

...was pinning Draco onto a Portions classroom worktable.

"Just get off of me, Mr. Potter," demanded Draco, trying to sound as formidable and authoritative as possible.

"Sorry, but I won't," James grinned away, pressing his small body harder on his professor's.

"Get. Off." Draco's stark voice echoed in an empty classroom. The young Potions Master's ice-cold glare could have chilled any student's spine to death, yet this fourth-year Gryffindor responded merely with a smug smile.

"You're so beautiful when you're irate, Professor Malfoy," the brunette boy muttered raptly. "I wonder why my dad gave up on you."

Draco's brow furrowed instantly. "Don't mention your father in front of me."

"'Cause you still love him, don't you?"

Draco bit his lower lip and glowered, although in his mind he knew it was true. After all, it shouldn't be much difficult to knock down the fourteen-year-old boy hovering over him, considering his physical superiority of age 39. What made him so irresistible to this teenager's gripping hands was--

"And you're seeing him in me."

James said in nonchalant voice, leaning down closer. How couldn't I, Draco inwardly condemned as looking up Potter Jr.'s face just a few inches away. Oh Marlin, this boy looked so much alike his father-- his father in old school days. Messy black hair, large expressive eyes (now with round-rimmed spectacles!) and slightly curled-up lips, along with a compact, immature frame clad in black school robe and vivid-colored Gryffindor tie. It was an exact replica of Harry Potter in fourth year, whom Draco had craved so badly back then, only except one: the color of his eyes.

Draco stared into James' eyes, as the boy smiled almost pensively.

"It's alright-- I'm alright," James shook his head. "But you know, Professor, he ditched you for my mom."

"I know." Draco replied bitterly, without taking his gaze from young Potter's eyes. There was no shade of green he had sought for, they were just plain hazel. The color of Weaslette, the color which always reminded him what he and Harry could have never accomplished in their lives.

Draco's mind wandered momentarily. Whatever had gone wrong with them, parted and lost each other in the post-war turmoil, after all those emotional moments they shared, which could still make his heart aching?

James freed one of his hands and gently stroked Draco's cheek, signing knowingly.

"I won't leave you, Professor Malfoy. I never will," the boy's eyes were intent and sincere, Draco could tell. "I just...want you to see me, for now, because I really..."

Draco closed his eyes, swallowing hard as he knew what words were coming next. He'd heard the same confession before, in the same voice, in the same passionate tone.

"I really love you, want you..."

Vaguely, Draco felt James lowering his face to close the distance. His warm breath caressed Draco's lips softly as he uttered, again, the words as his father once said with unreserved adoration.

"Please, be mine...Professor...Draco..."

Their lips were just moments away to meet--

"Hold it there!"

The door of the classroom burst opened and a man strode briskly to the workdesk, making the two occupants utterly dumbstruck.


There, standing with dangerously resentful look, was none other than Harry Potter himself.

"Aren't you supposed to be in Himalayas or somewhere, dad!?" James gaped at his father.

"I've quit my Auror Job yesterday, and--" Harry brandished an instrument in front of him. "As of today, I'm a new DADA teacher here in Hogwarts, thankyouverymuch!!"

There was a gobsmacked silence.

"Shit," James was the first one to speak out, spitting. "So Al ratted out on me."

"Now, get your hands off from my Draco, son." Harry replied flatly, his eyes level. "Or 500 points from Gryffindor!"

"You're not taking points from our family House, old man!"

"I'm as old as your Potions teacher, rutting brat!"

As two Potters started nasty feud, Draco barely stifled his inner surge of vertigo. It was going to be a very, very long school year in Hogwarts.

Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
reicheruchanreicheruchan on September 22nd, 2008 10:15 am (UTC)
yay~ harry is here!!!! hahahaha, i like the idea of him and draco as a couple (my favourite couple is, after all, HarryXDraco). Now father and son will have to fight for Draco's attention! hahahaha!
YumeKutteIkt(YuKI): thanksyumekutteikt on September 26th, 2008 10:49 pm (UTC)
This is as close I can get to 'DH Epilogue-compliant'.^^; Anyway, I kind of got exhausted writing this in midway as I usually write only drabbles under 300 words-- I'm awed those great H/D writers of longer fic!