Eris, Greek Goddess of Strife and Discord

-

Going to a Muggle public school was a nightmare. Unlike Rose and Hugo, I was homeschooled until I was eight. I had no friends other than those two and I didn't know how to act in public. When I was thrown head first into that life, all I could think about was going home and crawling into bed.

It never once occurred to me that people could be so prejudiced against homosexuals. Although Papa told me to keep him and Daddy a secret from everyone, the moment I made a friend, I talked about it. I told them that I had a daddy and a papa, who were very much in love, but my dad wasn't there anymore. He thought it was so strange. His father met Papa at the school gate the next morning and started a fight with him. He said he didn't want his children around something so disgusting.

I wasn't allowed to talk to that boy anymore, and no one else wanted to be friends with a little freak like me.

The parent-teacher meetings were always horrible. Papa would never show up and they would ask every year. I told them that since my mother died, my father spent all his time working to support me and to keep his mind off everything. That just made it worse. They worried that he was neglecting me and demanded that if he didn't show up one year, they'd call the police on him.

He behaved, attending like every other father.

The students were scared to say things around me. Mothers were never mentioned, and no one ever said the 'g' word. It seemed like the whole year level had been banned from using the word 'gay'. Whenever it came up, especially as an insult, they'd all look at me.

I never wanted to go to school. I would complain to Papa about how useless it was. Why'd I have to learn all this stuff if I was going to Hogwarts?

-

It wasn't very often that Theodore Nott roamed the passageways without Draco Malfoy by his side. The two were near inseparable and had been for a while now.

A fortnight had passed since Draco had had that heated moment with Potter in the Room of Requirement. They were roughly a week away from Christmas and Scorpius loved it.

But as Theo moved on his own, he ran into something he dreaded.

Pansy Parkinson was quickly becoming the bane of everyone at Hogwarts. She was always there, with Crabbe and Goyle by her side, barking out the orders like the little pug bitch she was. The brainless twits who had once dedicated their lives to serving Draco would act out each and every order that came yapping out of her mouth.

Theo and Draco had suffered from her abuse that week. Although all she could do was taunt and tease Theo, she had ordered Draco's physical suffering. She made sure Draco couldn't walk away by the time those two had finished with him, leaving Theo to carry him away. The Room of Requirement was quickly turning into an operating room for whenever Draco was a victim.

The taller of the two wasn't to be touched. He hadn't turned his back on the Death Eater completely just yet and his father had fallen as a successful Death Eater. Draco, however, was open game.

And, oh, did they love to play.

They'd give him enough time to be healed (without Madam Pomfrey, of course) before they'd return again and beat him just as hard as before.

Scorpius wasn't allowed to travel with them. They knew he'd get too angry and would try to step in. He knew about it, and was overly angry that he wasn't allowed to go with them to stop them, but expressing his anger was all he was allowed to do. Both his parents had expressed that he wasn't allowed to go anywhere near Pansy.

Naturally, that order was overlooked whenever she tried something in potions class. The same pushing and shoving that happened weeks ago occurred every session. Surprisingly, the same symptoms Theo had suffered that week also happened to all those who touched Draco.

They figured it was some sort of barrier and took it up with Severus. Knowing his role in these things, he had favoured the Death Eater students and performed several tests on the teen to see if he had any barrier on him that caused these injuries whenever someone 'accidentally brushed into him'. They were all present to see the results, and they were all highly pissed off to see that they all turned out negative.

They then suggested that it was some sort of potion. So, Severus raided Draco's room, with Pansy present, but found nothing that would have caused the reaction.

And yet, every time they came in contact with him, they all lost the ability to feel their arms, regardless to which arm it was that touched him.

It was just too bad Draco had banned Scorpius from following him around. He knew he could do with the boy to get rid of the Slytherins.

But then again, he didn't want to expose Scorpius to such a thing.

"Nott," Pansy snapped, her hands on her hips as she attempted one of Draco's smirks. Theo rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh.

"Here to remind me how pathetic I am, Parkinson?" he asked, trying to walk past her. Both large boys stood in his way. "Or are you actually willing to raise a hand against me?"

Her face scrunched up in thought. "You know we would never harm you, Theo. You're too precious to the Dark Lord. When we look at you pedigree, you're quite the soldier for him, aren't you?"

He nearly shuddered at her voice. Since Blaise' death, questions regarding her future husband had been on the rise.

Most unfortunately for him, it seemed as if he was the next one in line, despite his own slight 'engagement' to a sixth year student.

"My pedigree has nothing to do with it. You're too chicken shit to attack someone whose father was famous for torturing whoever the hell he wanted to. My father was nothing like Lucius Malfoy. He did his own thing and followed only when he was ordered to. I'm not different, Parkinson. Attacking Draco the way you do just proves how cowardly you truly are."

"That's stupid," she dismissed. "Malfoy deserves everything he gets. If he was stupid enough to turn his back on the Dark Lord, then he can't possibly get any more damaged. Besides, he's absolutely useless. A faggot like him couldn't have children anyway, and that's one of the most important things about being a Death Eater. The more support we can give our Lord, the better."

"You're sick, you know that? Draco was the smartest one out of all of us. He knew how and when to get out of this. I'm not killing innocent people for the sake of some nutcase," Theo told her scathingly. "Or have you forgotten what my father did to Blaise? He was your fiancé, wasn't he?"

"Blaise' mother had to be taught a lesson. That's why Blaise isn't here anymore. But that doesn't matter. You and Malfoy have gotten much too close, and his relationship with Potter is sickening." She stuck her nose up in the air with the obvious hopes of appearing elegant and powerful.

Instead, it just made her look more like a puffed up pug.

"His relationship with Potter is just speculation." He waved it off, though he knew that there was something there. He had seen the love bites Potter had left Draco with. The one on his neck was particularly nice and purple. Having seen the blonde shirtless after a shower, he had also seen the one on Draco's chest. That one had died down in colour in size after the first few days.

Parkinson wasn't convinced. "Everyone saw that hickey on his neck and we all saw how they were in potions."

Theo smirked. "How do you know that hickey wasn't mine?"

That seemed to take her by surprise. "You're sleeping with him?" She clearly hadn't thought of that. "That can't be possible. You're not his type..."

"I'm male. He hasn't really had much of a type other than that. However, last I checked, Gryffindors certainly weren't his type."

Parkinson looked outraged. With only a few words, Theodore had managed to counter her every thought about the blonde.

"Fine. Have your little slut. We'll be watching, though, and you can be sure these things will get back to the Dark Lord. He'll have your head for consorting with that little traitor."

Boldly, Theo stepped up right in front of her, smirking all the while. "Better he have my head than me having your hand."

With a snarl and an ordering bark to her lackeys, she turned on her heel and left Theo's side.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Scorpius' voice behind him, but couldn't help but chuckle at his words.

"So she's always been a bitch?"

-

The snow had started to come down hard. Being the week before Christmas, mostly everyone had been sent home. Only a handful remained, and those were the ones who weren't willing to return for safety's sake or weren't wanted home.

So, naturally, that meant that Harry and Draco remained since they most certainly weren't welcome.

Hermione, Ron and Theo knew it was too risky to head back home, so they had stayed as well. Hardly any of the other Gryffindors had chosen that, except for Ginny and Neville. Most of the Slytherins had gone back home, more than willing participants in whatever plots their parents had for them. The Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs were here and there, but no one really paid that much attention to them. Everyone had other things on their minds.

Such as a picnic.

It might have been instantly agreed to had they been in Spring. Unfortunately, Scorpius had somehow gotten it into his mind that Winter was the best season for this type of thing and had used his big eyes to his greatest advantage. Putting on a face no Malfoy should have, he pleaded (another Malfoy no-no) until his parents gave in.

Granted, it didn't take him long to convince Draco. All he had to do was tell the other blonde that he was willing to spend the whole time ice-skating while Draco and Harry stayed curled up under a blanket.

With a heavily flushed face, Draco had agreed, but only if he could convince Harry.

Hence the puppy-dog look he had put on.

Harry had initially been against the idea, with Arthur's words on his mind. In fact, he had been as distant from those two as he ever had been. For some reason, that seemed to annoy Hermione and Ron.

Those two (unbeknownst to Harry) had begun to build their relationship. However, they had decided together that Harry wasn't to know, just in case it didn't turn out well and caused a rift in the friendship. And now, that he had seemingly lost interest in the two blondes, he was hanging out with them a lot more than he did before. They quite suddenly lost their privacy, and that really got on their nerves.

So when he mentioned the picnic, the two of them were overly supportive of it. Once again, confusion hit him hard. However, a second bout of Scorpius' begging proved too much for the brunette and he agreed to go with the Malfoys for a picnic.

Naturally, it was up to Harry to get the food and whatnot. According to Scorpius, Dobby followed Harry after he left Hogwarts, becoming the house elf for Harry and his family. The first thing Scorpius did when he followed Harry into the kitchens was embrace the tiny elf, who was more than shocked at Scorpius' reaction. He then served the two of them, still highly shocked, before waving them both off.

"Do you think you could teach me how to ride a broom?" Scorpius asked of Harry, the heavy food basket in his hands as he walked down to the lake with his parents.

"Your dad never taught you?" Harry questioned in return, raising an eyebrow in Draco's direction. "You do know that he's a Seeker, right?"

"So are you. And I always wanted to be taught by the best."

Draco pushed the other blonde playfully, watching him as he stumbled to stay upright. "I am the best, kid. Not Potter. Not by a long shot."

"Sure. That's why Gryffindor always beat Slytherin," Harry smirked, his eyes lingering on Draco longer than they should have.

"I let you win."

"I can't imagine your father would be too happy with that."

"Anyway," Scorpius sighed heavily, breaking up the banter, "I was too young to be taught by my dad. And my papa didn't want me on a broom since I could get hurt, so I was hoping you'd be able to teach me, Harry. I've always wanted to learn. I don't need to be amazingly good at it like you or Dad. I just wanna get off the ground and up into the air. I wanna learn how to fly. It seems like so much fun." The look on his face was of bliss. The idea of being up in the air was something Muggles had always wanted to achieve. Having been brought up mostly Muggle, he still had that mentality. "The people I grew up with can only imagine of doing something like that, but if I'm taught how to do it, I don't need to imagine it anymore."

Harry ruffled Scorpius' hair. "I get it. I was exactly the same. I had gone all those years as a Muggle, only to find that there are so many amazing things we can do. The first time I flew, it was actually to catch your dad. The wanker stole Neville's Remembrall and threw it out towards the ForbiddenForest. I had to catch it. Surprisingly, his pansy arms are good for throwing." Grinning, Harry looked over at Draco to show that he didn't mean any harm. In return, Draco closed the gap between them as they walked, grabbing Harry's hand. "I'll teach you, but only if it's okay with your dad."

For the first time, Scorpius was without his Invisibility Cloak. They had decided against it since hardly anyone was at the school and no one was willing to go outside. He whipped around at Harry's words, smiling like he was the happiest kid around. "Really?"

"Well, I honestly think your dad should teach you..."

Scorpius turned his eyes to Draco, silently begging.

Had Harry Potter not been Scorpius' father, he probably would have had an issue with another man teaching his son something so important, but since Harry was, he saw nothing wrong in it. And he knew that Scorpius would see it that way.

"I'm fine with it," Draco responded with a shrug of his shoulders.

"You sure about that?" Harry asked casually, his fingers still tangled with Draco's.

"Yeah. It doesn't mean that I'm a lesser player than you, though."

Harry chuckled suddenly wanting nothing more than to wrap his body around Draco's and kiss him soundly. It was so typical of the other's nature to say something like that, even though everyone knew Harry outstripped him talent wise.

He quickly got off that thought. Having any word including 'strip' in his mind was a bad idea. Especially when he was this close to Draco.

Ever since that time in the Room of Requirement, the dreams had started to hit him hard. The images were a lot more vivid than they originally were. A few months ago, all he got was him finding his pleasure with Draco. Now, they were about satiating the both of them. He dreamt of pleasing Draco before he was out of his own clothes; of making love to him rather than taking him roughly. It nearly scared him when he thought of how deep he was in all of this.

His hand tightened around Draco's and he brought the back of it up to his mouth, kissing it sweetly.

Dear Merlin, he was falling head over heels for this boy.

They reached the tree Scorpius had chosen and had no choice other than to watch the youngest Malfoy organise everything. He first put out the picnic blanket, set the food in the middle of it and then put a second and third blanket up against the tree. Draco was the first to slip under one of the blankets and Harry followed him, dragging the blonde as close to him as possible. They both knew the moment Scorpius was out on the ice, the two of them would be struggling for control.

Scorpius settled himself next his dad before he reached for the thermos of hot chocolate.

"Do you miss Quidditch?" Scorpius asked, making conversation. Since Draco had quit the team, it was obvious as to who the question was to.

"Yeah, a little. But it's better this way. I don't want to think how often they'd deliberately send the Bludgers my way." He snuggled up closer to Harry, feeling the taller teen's arm wrap around his waist. "There's only so much Potter can do to protect me."

"Shut up you," Harry chided playfully. "I'm not your knight, though you are a little bit of a damsel in distress, aren't you?"

"Oh, your humour just cracks me up," Draco responded cynically. "I bet Potter misses having competition."

"I wish I could have seen the two of you play against each other," Scorpius admitted whimsically. He had always wanted to see his parents fly together, chasing after the same Snitch. He took another drink of his hot chocolate before moving on to the cookies Dobby had packed for them. "I miss Dobby's cooking."

"I guessed as much," Harry grinned, bringing up the way Scorpius reacted towards the house elf, even though he had begged him not to tell his dad.

Before long, Scorpius had filled his stomach and had headed out onto the ice. He shocked the two of them by transfiguring his own blades onto his shoes with a wand he had pulled from his bag.

"I thought you were practically a squib," Draco said dryly, looking at his son's grinning face.

"And where'd you get that?" Harry asked, looking at the wand in Scorpius' hand.

"I can do a few things, Dad," Scorpius smiled, "and this is an untraceable wand from the future. It hasn't even been made yet, so it's okay." He waved to them before he wobbled off.

Now that the blanket was free, Harry dragged it over his and Draco's laps, taking in the extra warmth. "He's an insane kid," Harry muttered, kissing Draco's cheek.

Draco's smile was quickly hidden as he cuddled up to Harry's shoulder. "I'm glad you came here. I believe I am falling for you, Potter."

The arm around Draco's waist tightened and Harry pressed a more insistent kiss on Draco's cheek. Harry's lips then trailed down to Draco's mouth, kissing him softly.

"Doesn't this bother Scorpius?" Harry asked when they pulled away from each other. Settling back, Draco shrugged his shoulders.

"He's okay with it as long as I it's his papa I end up with."

"Things with Nott going that well, eh?"

Draco's hand found his own again, twining their fingers together. "Theo isn't his father."

"And how would you know that?"

"It burns, remember?"

"So I'm Scorpius' papa?"

"Would that bother you?"

Those fingers tightened. "It would bother me if he wasn't." Harry broke away from Draco to rearrange himself. He moved so that he was on his back, still covered by the blankets, and invited Draco in next to him. The blonde took him up on it, of course, sliding in and curling up on his side.

"Even if that means that you have to marry me?"

Harry laughed, holding Draco close to him. "I can imagine a worse fate, Malfoy."

"Draco." Harry raised an eyebrow at the correction. "My name is Draco."

"You still call me by my surname."

"And that idea is now scratched, Harry."

He loved the sound of his name from that mouth. It reminded him of that heated session and had the blood running in a not-so-innocent direction.

Draco propped himself up on his elbow to look not only at Harry, but to see Scorpius on the lake. That boy was as graceful as the Malfoys were meant to be.

"Seems like his papa took him ice-skating a lot," Draco mentioned, cocking his head towards Scorpius. "I guess that's a good thing. They at least got to have fun there." His eyes landed on Harry. "Do you like to ice-skate?"

"Never done it before," Harry answered, though his mind was a little distracted by Draco's hand, which had slipped up his shirt. "You do need a lay, don't you?"

"Yes."

And with that, he bent down, his mouth crushing onto Harry's.

-

Hermione smiled brightly when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her middle, sharing her warmth with the body behind her.

"That's bold of them," Ron muttered into Hermione's ear, having seen Harry and Malfoy under the tree from one of the castle windows. "Right in front of the kid, too."

"I don't think they're doing anything," she argued.

"Yeah, but they're acting as if it really is Harry who Malfoy marries." Hermione paused, and as close as they were, Ron could feel it. "What's wrong?"

"Scorpius told me who his papa is."

"Dear Merlin...what does Harry get himself into?" Ron asked, catching on. "Malfoy's husband? That's just...insane..."

-

"He'll be mentally scarred, you know?" Harry muttered, gasping as he felt Draco suckle harder on his neck.

"Then wear a turtle-neck," Draco replied, licking at the mark he left behind. "Besides, I don't think he minds this."

"Why not?"

"Well, if you really are his papa, like we seem to think, then everything's going as well as it could be expected, right?" He pressed his lips to Harry's again in a very quick kiss before he looked at Scorpius again. The kid was in his own world. "What are the chances that we'll get married, anyway? We're much too different for that to work out, aren't we?"

Harry's arms came up around Draco's shoulders and he curved Draco's body around his body, resting his head on his chest. "When I was a child, I never dreamt that anyone could love me or even want to marry me. The Muggles who raised me hated me. My cousin would beat me every chance he had, be it at home in front of my uncle or at school. My aunt made me do all the gardening and the cooking and my uncle forced would lock me in my cupboard if I did anything wrong. So the idea of having a loving family is a little strange to me."

Draco's hand settled on Harry's hip. "Did you ever fight back?"

"He was three times the size of me."

"You didn't say your uncle attacked you..."

Harry laughed, kissing Draco's forehead. "My cousin is the size of a teenaged whale, Draco. I couldn't fight back. All I could do was run away. But then again, your family isn't exactly the most loving family around."

"Yes it is," Draco claimed, his voice soft as he looked at his future husband and father of his child. "I have you and Scorpius and that's as loving as it could possibly get."

The words took Harry's breath away. "You're not allowed to say things like that," Harry decided after a while. "You stop my heart when you do."

"Wouldn't want that now, would we?" Draco teased, his hand dipping down to Harry's fly. "That's the Dark Lord's real plot. He wants me to kill you with my sexual prowess and my kind, loving words."

"Well, no using any of that sexual prowess when Scorpius is still in my sight."

With a heavy sigh, Draco removed his hand, placing it back (safely) on his hip again. "We need to find a better time for these things."

"A Winter picnic with the family mightn't be the best place."

Draco laughed softly, kissing Harry's neck quickly. "Family."

Tightening his arm around Draco's form, Harry nuzzled into Draco's hair. There was truly nothing better than the time he spent with these two men.

-

The cold wasn't an issue for Remus and Severus. Not when they had spent the past however many hours in Remus' bed together. Tonks had gone away on business and was due back that day, so they were taking in as much as they possibly could before she returned.

Remus slid off his lover's body, thoroughly satiated and sweaty and sticky, and pressed himself against Severus' side, his hands lingering on Severus' skin. He had lost count as to how many times that man had taken him to paradise and back over the past however many hours. A tender kiss was pressed to Severus' shoulder when his arm wrapped around Remus' shoulder, pulling him in closer.

"I love you," Severus muttered softly, his fingers now running through Remus' sweat-dampened hair. "I don't care what Scorpius thinks. Leave her. I hate the idea of someone else laying claim to you."

"I know." His hand came up to Severus' free one, entangling their fingers together. "I'll deal with it."

"Good." And with that, Severus' arm tightened as he dragged Remus under him again, their mouths melding in their familiar dance. He knew he could never get enough of the other man-he craved him constantly with a ferocity he didn't know a man his age could feel. Remus was so good to and for him. They were meant to be and they could feel that with every passing moment. The fire within just grew larger and larger.

Severus hadn't so much as pressed his hips into Remus' own when the door opened and a suitcase audibly crashed to the marble floor. They both looked up sharply to see Tonks, standing in shock, in the doorway, her eyes open to the scene before her. What Scorpius had predicted had come true.

-

It was very rare that Lucius Malfoy found something that unsettled his stomach. So when his stomach lurched at the sight before him, he knew that something was very, very wrong.

Sitting casually in his usual armchair was the Dark Lord. He made the battered furniture look like the most regal of thrones, donned in his sharp robes with the look of utter satisfaction on his face. That was nothing new and nothing to get so worked up about. He was in front of a roaring fire, warming the chilled air around them. If anything, it was just a normal day in front of his master.

However, there was one slight difference.

He had never seen that creature before; at least, he thought he never had.

Propped up on the arm of the chair was perhaps the most hideous yet beautiful creature Lucius had ever seen.

It was humanoid, clearly female, and had been gifted with the spot only Voldemort's snake had the privilege of taking.

Her face was stunning. Bright yellow eyes looked back at Lucius, taking in the sight of him. Her mouth was closed but her lips were full and coloured red. She had the slightest of noses.

But the stereotypical beauty ended there. Her cheeks had small flecks covering them, bleeding through to her jaw and chin. Staring at it, Lucius deducted they were scales, and they travelled down past the hemming of her clothing. Her hair started well beyond the usual hairline of a human and came down in thick locks, past her shoulders and down her back. She seemed thoroughly intrigued by it and kept playing with it, brushing it with her odd hands. They were petite, until you found the deadly claws. The scales started at her wrists. Her legs (which poked out from under the lengthy skirt she was wearing) were thin and also covered in scales. She had virtually no toes that Lucius could see.

She was having trouble sitting up, so she draped herself over the back of the chair. The movement caused her to open her mouth, allowing Lucius to see two large fangs reflecting the light of the fire.

"Once upon a time," Voldemort started, his hand now running through the long waves of her hair, "I met a most beautiful creature. She was a child of eight years. She had the most amazing pair of eyes I had ever seen, Lucius. They were yellow. Can you believe that? A young girl with such eyes? She took my breath away. I was several years her senior, and yet, she was always on my mind after I first saw her. I was almost too shy to approach her." He chuckled at his own behaviour before continuing. She had acknowledged that he was speaking, but didn't seem to understand a word of it. He instead took her hand from her hair and pressed a kiss to her palm. "I had found her here in England, but she didn't speak a word of English. No matter which language I tried, she could never respond. And then-just when I had given up the idea of vocal communication-she hissed at me. She was a Parselmouth, just like me. The beautiful girl spoke with me the language of snakes. I believe I fell in love straight away."

"My-my Lord?" Lucius asked.

"Hush, slave. My story is important." Lucius inclined his head obediently. "Now, it wasn't very long after that that I discovered that my little love was some madman's experiment. She was born a snake. Someone used her to increase their own skills. They had turned my beautiful girl into a human through spells. His tactics were as unforgivable as any curse you could ever come up with." He pushed the hair from her face, feeling her falling into his shoulder. "For years, she begged me to turn her back into her original form. It was so torturous for her to have legs and arms." He kissed her forehead tenderly. "It took me such a long time to figure it out. But with time, I learnt how to change her back. She's been by my side this whole time. This beautiful woman has always been here with me."

"Nagini," figured Lucius, his mouth going dry as he eyed the woman lounging on the Dark Lord.

"Yes, that is the name of this wonder. She requested the other month that I change her to this form, even for a few days, and I have never been able to say no to her. It's not a perfect transfiguration, but she's still as beautiful."

Lucius really felt his stomach swirl. The man had a reptile as his lover. "If you don't mind me asking, my Lord, why did you ask for me?"

Voldemort's face instantly lost the love-struck image it had been.

"I have heard a few rumours regarding your son. Word has gotten out that he's sexually involved with Harry." He used the word almost fondly, as if thinking of a close friend. "As you can very well imagine, I'm not exactly happy with this. What will you do about it?"

The blonde man was lost for words. His relationship with Draco had been destroyed since he had refused the Mark. In fact, they hadn't spoken a word since. It was well known within the Death Eater ranks that Draco had gone to Dumbledore for help, but no one really knew why. The reason had been debated non-stop by his parents but they couldn't figure it out at all.

"Lucius?" Voldemort prompted.

"Narcissa and I have discussed it several times and there isn't much we can do but disown him..."

"And why have you not done so?"

"My wife is quite attached to our son. She is reluctant to let me take that step."

Red eyes glared at him. "You are in charge of your family, are you not? It mustn't be that complicated for you to take the initiative and remove him from your assets."

Lucius bowed his head again. "Yes, my Lord."

"And what of the relationship with my nemesis?"

That had Lucius' stomach clenching. The idea of his son being involved with Harry Potter was truly a scary thought.

"I haven't spoken to my son for months, my Lord. I cannot be sure of the relationship..."

"Harry Potter would make quite the son-in-law, would he not? I imagine your son would inherit quite the legacy, as would our dear Harry. And any child raised by the two of them would be just as powerful. As much as I dislike your child, I will be amongst the first to admit the boy is strong for his age." He sighed heavily. "His abilities within the potion's field were promising. It is a shame we have lost him to his hormones."

"I had tried to teach him better..."

There was a simple wave of Voldemort's hand, which told the other man to close his mouth immediately. "You have failed as a father, Lucius."

And that was all Voldemort said on the matter before he dismissed the blonde.

-

Hand in hand, they joined Scorpius on the ice. Since Harry had never ice-skated before in his life, Draco was there for him, steadily guiding him.

"It's just like walking, Harry. One in front of the other."

The smile Scorpius had on his face increased when he heard his dad refer to his papa by name.

"Yeah, but unlike walking, we have absolutely no friction. I can feel the blades slipping whenever I move," Harry responded, a little wary as he tried sliding his way around. "I hate you, Malfoy. I really do." The smile on his face told Draco otherwise.

"It's just another thing for you to learn. There's nothing wrong in that."

"There's something massively wrong with tripping up and having your fingers sliced off by the blade," Harry argued.

Draco laughed softly, his hand tightening around Harry's hand. "How about you take over, Scorp?"

Scorpius smiled, turning backwards and grabbing Harry's free hand.