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Crom-Cruaich, Celtic God of Sacrifice

-

I hated my school with a passion, but Papa never understood. He never listened to me when I told him about how the other kids treated me. I was an outsider.

We had a small group of us. We were never accepted by our peers for who we were. They were all sheep. We wanted to find ourselves without the pressure of popularity.

And for those reasons, I was hated by the majority of the school.

That never affected my schooling, but my grades were always poor in every subject I ever took. The only one I ever did above average in was home economics, where I got to cook. Muggle cooking is just the same as potions brewing. That class was more than easy for me.

But I hated school life. I was surrounded by Muggles who each had a mother and a father somewhere. Whether or not those parents were still together was irrelevant. Some had lost one of their parents to death, just like I had, but no one else had two fathers. No one had two mothers.

I didn't belong there and everything I learnt wasn't worth it. I failed to see how trigonometry would help me win a duel against a Death Eater. Papa wouldn't listen, though. If I was at a Muggle school, I was far away from the Death Eaters. I would forever stay in my papa's life. I wouldn't leave him like Dad and Lily did.

After listening to Rose and Hugo talk about their fears over the OWLs, I left. I couldn't take it anymore. Ordinary Muggle exams weren't worth it. I told the teachers that I was leaving and that I wasn't coming back.

They called Papa to ask him about it. He told them that I couldn't just drop out. I argued the case. We yelled at each other until I threatened to leave him. I told him I would go live with Uncle Sev or I'd live on the streets of Diagon Alley.

I had never seen him go so white before.

He agreed that I could leave that worthless school, but he was beyond angry with me.

It wasn't until he was gone that I realised that he wasn't angry; he was scared. He was scared of losing me.

-

He knew what he had done, the life he had chosen. He was now the enemy of so many he once considered comrades.

"Why the hell would you do something like that?" Blaise hissed, cornering Draco on his way out of the library.

Draco had been expecting this for a while.

"It doesn't affect you, Blaise," Draco responded weakly. Blaise had been one of the few people he didn't want to fight with.

"Doesn't affect me? Draco, the Dark Lord has ordered my marriage to Pansy before the year is over. She was yours. We grew up knowing that. You had so long to prepare for it and I've got a little over a few weeks..."

"Join me then," Draco offered. The thought of losing Blaise the way Scorp described it was too painful.

"Are you insane? Your parents are lucky they've been untouched these past few days. You're lucky he hasn't ordered any of us..."

"Change sides, Blaise. For your own safety, please."

The dark skinned boy froze at Draco's plea.

"What do you know?"

Draco had to remind himself how deeply involved Blaise was before he revealed Scorpius' existence. The moment the Dark Lord discovered that child, it would be over for him. He was too talented to not be wanted by Voldemort.

"I can't tell you, but you have to trust me..."

The taller teen cut off Draco's words by stepping closer to him.

"I can't trust someone who won't talk to me."

"Blaise..."

"Maybe that's why we never worked out," Blaise mused, pressing closer to the blonde. "You were so horrible with communicating with me. You never told me what you wanted unless it was sex. You were the perfect little Malfoy with that. Every time you wanted something to make you feel better, you'd go out and get it, but when it was really important to the other person, it could have waited."

"You're not being fair with this."

"Whether or not I'm being fair isn't the issue at the moment. What do you know?"

Draco shook his head. Thinking about it hurt. "I can't tell you."

The blonde jumped as he felt a pair of hands descend to his hips. "Don't do this, Blaise, please," Draco whispered, knowing exactly what was following. His attempts to push the stronger boy failed as a pair of lips covered his own.

His grey eyes stayed open the whole time, thoughts hitting him at speeds reaching thousands of kilometres at a time. The fire that was there only a few months before was completely nullified. There was nothing there. Even though it was a kiss, there was nothing behind it. Nothing at all like Potter's single touch...

And it made him sick. Just the thought of kissing someone who couldn't possibly be Scorpius' father stung him to his stomach and back, urging the bile to rise.

The only thing he could do was bite down, drawing blood from the other teen.

"Shit, Draco," Blaise snapped, pulling right back. "Does Dumbledore have you under something? Is that why this is happening?"

"I wish," Draco breathed, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. He needed to get that disgusting sensation off his lips to push the sickening feeling back down. "You and your mother need to stay away from the Dark Lord. That's all I can tell you."

A hand reached out, wrapping tightly around Draco's upper arm. Again, it lacked what Potter had given him.

"Are you threatening my mother?"

Before Draco could answer, a third voice joined them. "Did he?"

Both pairs of eyes darted up to see Theodore Nott approaching them, his wand spinning across his fingers like a well-practiced drummer in a band.

"Theo," Blaise acknowledged before returning his hard eyes to Draco's face.

"It wasn't a threat and you know that," claimed Draco, standing proud.

Theo chuckled cruelly, reaching out for Draco's chin. Despite his struggle, he was caught between perhaps the two strongest wizards in the Slytherin house. Taking the lead, Theo slammed Draco back against the hard stone wall, smirking as he heard the blonde express slight pain. "It sounded like a threat to me, dear Draco. Who knows where that kind of talk will land you?"

This time, Blaise turned to object with the slightly taller teen. "That's not necessary...I had this."

"Your mother deserves better than threats from this traitor. Us Slytherins mightn't be recognised for our loyalty, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. We stick together. He broke those rules and has doomed us all."

"You're overreacting, Theo."

The tanned boy glared at Blaise this time, loosening his hold from the collar of Draco's shirt. "Piss off, Zabini. If you aren't man enough to deal with him, I'll do it on my own."

"Deal with...? What do you mean? Did the Dark Lord contact you?"

"No, but it's about time he got what he asked for. He wanted to end his life with the Death Eaters? That's simple since that's all he's ever known. His life might as well be taken."

Draco's eyes widened at the words. Theo was supposed to be one of his friends. They had spent many years in close quarters with each other, seeming more like brothers than mere classmates. Theo had spent more than one summer at the Malfoy Manor, and Draco had always been there for him whenever his father's affairs were made public. The same with Blaise; the boy was always welcome at the Manor whenever some new man was courting his mother shamelessly and he needed to get away from it all.

And yet, here they were, discussing his death in front of him as if their friendship meant nothing-as if his life meant nothing.

"Get lost, Blaise. You're not going to be able to stomach the sight of him when I'm through with my justice."

With little more than a worried look towards Draco, the dark skinned boy turned and left the taller teen with Draco.

Grey eyes focused on the brunette teen as Theodore took a step forward. He pocketed his wand, sneering at the blonde.

"Theo, what are you doing?" Draco's voice was a firm as it could possibly be. He tried as hard as he could to keep the tone light.

Not expecting it, Draco couldn't duck the fist aimed at his upper left cheek. It connected with a sickening crack and Draco fell back against the wall, slipping down to the stone floor. The force knocked him dizzy but he didn't have time to find his bearings. Theo grabbed him by his collar again and pulled him up to his height again.

"You're destroyed us all," Theo hissed at him, trapping his body in tightly against the wall. Pressing hip to hip, almost intimately, Theo started to growl out his angered words. "You were meant to be our Potter." There was a blow to his belly. "Our saviour." A knee rose up into Draco's groin. "If you played your part, we'd all be safe-none of us would be important to him." Hands pulled Draco's head down just as the knee rose again, smashing his nose. "We all relied on you to do this but you were too damned selfish to save anyone but yourself."

He threw Draco's thoroughly beaten body onto the ground and straddled him. The first thing he did was disgracefully slap the blonde. Theo sat and watched Draco's struggle to get his breath. Blood had seeped down his throat from where his nose was broken. At the same time, he tried to fight back, but the stronger teen pinned down his wrists, spitting on his face.

"You've condemned us all. You can't just walk away the way you did. We were all relying on your like they're all relying on bloody Saint Potter." Theo lowered his head to Draco's heaving chest. "We're all dead because of you. He's going to make us fight against the Light. You were supposed to be the only one he cared about; you were the only promised one. Only Lucius put you up on the Dark Lord's pedestal, and now we're all doomed to the life you were meant to live."

"What I did..."

"We don't want to hear your selfish excuses!" Theo objected, striking Draco across the face again, this time with a closed fist. "You're disgusting! Do you have any idea how many of us will die in this war? No, you thought only of yourself!"

Keeping Draco's wrists pinned above his head with one hand, Theo started to punch him with all he was worth. Blow after blow kept coming until Draco's face was swollen and bloody from the numerous cuts and grazes. His hair was tinged crimson and Theo's knuckles were covered in it.

"You're not even worth wasting my magic on."

Theo's entire body stiffened as he looked up having heard someone approaching. Planting his hand on Draco's face, he pushed himself up and away from the cringing blonde. A swift kick was delivered to Draco's side.

"Nott? Malfoy?"

Draco turned on his side, trying to hide himself from Potter's view as he walked in on them.

Theodore headed straight for the smaller brunette, grabbing Potter's chin in his hand before he had a chance to draw out his wand. The green-eyed teen gasped as he felt the warm, sticky liquid of Draco's blood coming in contact with his skin. The Slytherin smirked at him with a taunting scoff before he continued to smear Potter's face red.

"We're on to him. There's nothing you can do to stop this. He'll pay for what he's done," Nott promised before backing away, having seen the wand make its appearance.

Harry rushed over to Draco's side, kneeling by him to assess the damage.

"Piss off, Potter," Draco grumbled, "this isn't your problem."

From what Harry could see, Draco was cringing with pain and had been beaten so badly he couldn't see.

"He did one hell of a number on you," Harry observed softly, wincing as Draco tried to sit up. "Stay down. We don't know what he's done to you. Something could be broken."

"My dignity, maybe? Get away from me. I told you before."

"I'm going to see the extent of the damage..."

"I told you to leave me alone," Draco snapped, succeeding in his attempt to sit up. His breathing came out harshly, as if his lungs were too big for his chest.

Harry's wand moved over the blonde's torso. "He cracked a few ribs from what I can see. I can mend that easily..."

"And why the hell would you want to do something like that?"

For a moment, Harry found himself staring straight into the blonde's swollen eyes. "Scorpius would be worried about you," he claimed, looking away. He focused on the wand in his hand, taking in the details of the injuries. "Just a few scratches and bruises here." The wand rose up to Draco's face. "And your nose is completely smashed."

"I never would have guessed."

Harry went to work at stopping the bleeding, fixing up Draco's nose. When he was certain it was the same way as before, he moved on to Draco's face.

"I can't breathe," Draco told him weakly, feeling the tightness of his ribs.

Harry nodded his head, focusing his wand on the cracked bones. "I'm not too good with mending bones. I can fix it so it's comfortable, but not completely. We'll have to go to Pomfrey for that..."

"No. No Pomfrey, no professors."

"I'm not good enough to completely heal you..."

"Scorp can...I just need to get down to the dungeons and I can't do that with these ribs."

Agreeing, Harry did the best he could to mend the bones. "Why'd he do this?"

Draco took in a deep breath for the first time since the attack began. "Why do you think?" While he spoke, Harry worked on the swelling on the blonde's face.

"About yesterday night..."

"Not a word, Potter," Draco argued. "I want nothing of last night to ever happen again. I don't know what hex you put on me..."

"You hexed me, you wanker."

Draco choked on thin air. Harry was correct on that one. If he wasn't bloody, he was sure Harry would have seen him blush. He had wanked over Harry before he had gone to bed.

"Any why would I hex you? I am capable of getting any man I want on my own. No magic is needed on my behalf."

"Yeah, because Nott was so taken with you," Harry scoffed. Had he been capable of glaring, Draco would have.

"I hate you, you know that, right?"

"You didn't seem to hate me last night."

"I slammed a door into your face. I can completely see how you'd think I was flirting with you."

"Shut up," Harry suggested, reducing as much of the swelling as he possibly could. He could finally see the pair of grey eyes that had really affected him the night before. "You capable of walking?"

"Yeah."

Harry stood, offering his hand to Draco, who almost refused to take it. Deciding that he wanted to feel that amazing spark again, Draco accepted the hand, feeling the fingers slip into his palm.

And just as they expected, their skin gave off that wonderful tingling.

Harry pulled Draco straight up and into his arms, despite that not being his original intention. Initially, all he wanted was to raise Draco into a vertical position. Instead, he found himself holding the blonde close to him, his hands resting on Draco's lower back, barely above his pants line.

Draco's own hands landed on Harry's chest, his fingertips just barely brushing the skin of Harry's collarbone.

"You okay?" Harry asked softly, fighting his hardest to not nuzzle into the blood stained hair that barely reached his nose.

"We can't be like this," Draco claimed, lowering his forehead to Harry's sternum. "We hate each other."

"Yes. Completely hate each other. That's probably why this feels so damn good."

"Too damn good."

Harry's hands moved, one heading up to Draco's hair whereas the other moved slightly lower.

The moment his hand lowered, though, he snapped it away. It wasn't right for him to be touching Malfoy so intimately, let alone at all. And yet, it was perfect.

"What's going on between us?" Harry questioned, rubbing his nose against Draco's temple and ear.

"I don't know. And I swear to you, I do not like it. And Scorpius...surely this bothers him."

"The fact that you're you bothers me."

The hand started to slip back down to Draco's rear. It just stayed there, resting quite easily.

Draco responded by gently nipping Harry's collarbone. It was by far the most erotic thing Harry had ever experienced.

It would have been so much better if the shorter teen hadn't been bleeding all over him, though.

Resigning himself to that fact, Harry pulled away, groaning as Draco's body tried to make up the distance between them.

"We have to get you to Scorpius so he can take care of you."

The other seemed to have forgotten the attack he had been the victim of.

-

Scorpius hit Harry the moment he opened the door to see his parents covered in blood. It wasn't anything too powerful, but it was still a hit.

"What the hell were you thinking of when you did this to him?" Scorpius instantly started to rant. "Are you insane? You beat the crap out of him and then bring him here to me? I don't believe you!"

"It wasn't him, Scorp," Draco objected, watching as his son delved into the satchel he always kept on his hip. "He stopped Theodore from killing me."

"Stopped? Most people would say 'save'," Harry muttered, manoeuvring his way through the death trap that was Scorpius' room. "This place is ridiculous, you know that, right?"

"Funny how you and my papa think that," Scorpius claimed, grabbing out the potion he was after. "This will stop the pain and the blood." Another potion came out. "This is for the swelling and the cuts. Got any bones that aren't what they used to be?"

"Yeah, his ribs are cracked," Harry told him. A third potion was produced.

"That'll deal with it."

Draco downed each one with ease before he pulled Scorpius into his arms. "Thanks," he breathed, finally able to do so without any pain. When he turned to face Harry, the brunette was more than happy to see that he did so with his perfect face unmarred.

"And I get no thanks?" Harry asked.

"You bloody well molested me," Draco accused. "You had your hand on my arse for who knows how long, you closet fag."

Harry's face turned bright red as Scorpius' questioning eyes found him. "You felt up my dad?"

The Gryffindor suddenly felt quite outnumbered. Two Malfoys against one Potter was not a good odd. "Well, things happen, you see..."

"Unlike you and my dad, I made it to fifteen without a single interest in another person, so I don't really see how those things happen."

Draco groaned, leaning against the far wall. "My son's a fifteen-year-old virgin. I never thought I'd see the day."

Sighing with a small smile, Harry reached out to reassure Scorpius. "I was a virgin until I was sixteen; don't listen to that whore. Hell, I had barely kissed someone when I was your age."

"I don't even know if I'm straight or gay, let alone kissed anyone," Scorpius admitted with a streak of pink crossing his nose and cheeks.

Harry laughed at that. "I didn't have that figured out until about a week ago-there's no rush in that area. You have to try a few things out first."

"Don't lie to my kid, Potter," Draco snapped, coming up to wrap his arms around his son's shoulders. "I didn't have to try anything out. I just knew I wasn't attracted to females." He smirked at Harry. "So, how much experience did you require before you figured it all out?"

"That's a little personal, Malfoy."

The blonde merely smirked. "Only the one time?"

"Stop smirking."

He laughed and Harry's stomach flipped. The other boy certainly had a wonderful smile.

"The Weaselette not all that good, eh?"

Harry couldn't hold back his own smirk. "And what...do you think you'd do any better?"

Almost instantly, Scorpius' face started to burn. He really didn't want to be there for the flirting of his parents.

Draco's arm came down from around Scorpius' shoulder as he took as step towards Harry. "Oh, I know I'd be better, Potter. Every man I've been with has told me how excellent I am in bed."

Scorpius covered his ears with his hands. "I didn't need to know that...didn't need to know that..."

His voice brought the two crashing back down to reality, once again caught up in whatever it was that had them by their hormones.

"Sorry," Harry coughed out, his own face as red as his Gryffindor tie.

"Yeah," Draco agreed, running a hand through his hair. "I really don't know why that keeps happening."

There wasn't really much to say to that, though Scorpius managed to look a little pleased of himself.

"I don't want you getting hurt anymore, Dad," Scorpius claimed, going on a completely different tangent to keep them talking. "Don't you know how to fight back?"

"I didn't really want to fight back, Scorp. It isn't an easy thing to suddenly go against everything you've ever known, including friends and family."

"Maybe you should go to the DA classes with Harry."

They both ignored Harry's snort.

"I would rather get beatings every day than join him and his merry band of idiots," Draco hissed.

"That could be arranged, you know?" Harry asked.

"Quiet, you," Scorpius retorted. "Well, if you don't want to go to the classes, why don't you and Harry organise something together? Some physical training in return for potions tutoring as a trade wouldn't hurt. I know Harry failed potions in his last year."

Harry's eyes narrowed at Scorpius for that as Draco's smirk formed again. "There's no complaining from me on that idea," he admitted scathingly. "I'd love to beat up Malfoy with his consent."

The short blonde's smirk grew. "Maybe that's why your only attempt at sex failed horribly. I can't imagine the Weaselette would be into that."

"You're morbidly twisted, Malfoy. Why does everything come down to sex with you?"

Draco shrugged as he looked over the potion Scorpius had left to filter. "You're the one that made it sound that kinky."

"Dad," Scorpius groaned before he pulled the older teen away from the long tubes he was fiddling with.

"You know, I don't understand why you put the potions through so much. Half of these steps aren't necessary."

"I've mixed the methods with Muggle chemistry techniques. I find it increases the potency of the lower doses."

"This Muggle crap shouldn't be anywhere near such amazing potions. What we create in our cauldrons should be perfection, and I can't see how they could possibly be anything other than tainted with that Muggle..."

He paused when he saw the look on Scorpius' face. "I have Muggle blood in me. My grandmother was Muggle born."

Draco stepped forward to pull Scorpius into his arms, but was stopped as Harry's arms got to him first. Harry was quick to pull the blonde teen to his chest, locking his chin onto Scorpius' shoulder from behind him.

"There's nothing wrong with that, and I'm sure your papa sees it that way. You'd have to be perfect in his mind."

"Hey, he's perfect in his dad's mind, as well," Draco argued, grabbing on Scorpius' arm to drag him away from the brunette. "My kid, Potter, not yours."

"Yeah? Well, unlike you, I don't want him to feel bad about himself."

Draco's eyes narrowed again, but he ran a hand through Scorpius' hair nonetheless. "The only reason why he'd feel bad about himself is if he had to put up with your presence any longer."

"Oh, witty," Harry taunted, pulling Scorpius closer. "We're both from Muggle descent; I understand him more than you ever will."

"You're delusional, Potter. You can't possibly understand him any better than I do. You get your own kids-leave mine alone."

Cowering slightly, Scorpius shrugged himself out of Harry's arms only to head towards the bed. "You two actually fight more now than what you do as adults, you know that, right?"

"You actually saw the two of us interacting together?" Draco asked, a little shocked. "I would have thought we would have had nothing to do with each other."

"You two become good friends over this year, so, Dad; take the private classes with Harry. I don't even want to think about how different the future would be if you two weren't friends. Harry's children wouldn't have been born, that's for sure. He never would have gone to you for the potion if he still hated you as much as you two seem to hate each other."

Harry gave Scorpius a surprised look. "So, my kids aren't born with a woman? They're like you?"

Scorpius nodded his head. "We're the only ones in the world to have the DNA of two men. You marry a man and have two children with him, just like Dad does. You two agree about the classes and the tutoring?"

"You're determined to have that happen no matter how you have to force it on us, aren't you?" Draco questioned with an ever-familiar drawl to his voice.

"I am a Malfoy," Scorpius replied with the same tone.

"Oh shit," Harry suddenly breathed, heading towards the door. "I had a meeting with the DA today... Hermione and Ron are going to kill me." As he was running out, he turned back to Draco. "Meet me in the Room of Requirement in two hours. We'll start then, okay?"