Fic: Nine Crimes (Draco/Rose, 12/13)

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Title: Nine Crimes
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Rose Weasley
Prompt: hush, little baby
Rating: R, for language
Word Count: 930
Summary: Draco and Rose are trapped in someone else's plan for revenge.
Link to Prompt Table: Here
Warnings: Abuse of power, dub-con, infidelity, invasion of privacy, language, some sexual content and (highlight for spoiler)minor character death in later chapters.
Notes: Thanks to queenb23more for the beta! Also, I spell it Asteria because that's how JKR spelled it on the Weasley Family Tree.



everybody knows it's me or you

“You fucked her.”

Scorpius pointed his wand at Draco's heart, the tip burning bright red. Draco shook his head, opening his mouth to say something but the words didn't come. His mind was numb.

His son took this as a denial. Holding up a large, brown envelope, he threw it in Draco's face. “Don't bother. I've seen the pictures.”

Against his better judgment, he opened the envelope. Him pushing Rose against the counter as they kissed, in bed with Rose's doppelgänger, ripping open her shirt, on his knees between Rose's spread legs as she threw back her head in ecstasy... he could still remember how she tasted.

Draco shoved the pictures back in the envelope.

Scorpius took a step closer and Draco could smell the sick on his breath when he spoke. “We weren't even married two months before you went after her!”

“Please, listen to me,” he reached out for his son and Scorpius jerked his arm away, aiming his wand at Draco's face. Hands held out in front of him in a gesture of surrender, he backed off. He told Scorpius about the potion, hoping to convince him it was all Bobbin's fault. “He'll have sent a copy of the photos to Skeeter, we should--”

“He did. I got them before she could check her mail.”

“Good.” He's surprised at his son's foresight. “That potion he used--”

“People have resisted Amortentia. Surely, a Potions Master could have figured out what was happening if he'd really wanted to.”

He bit his tongue, ignoring the impulse to point out it wasn't just him, that Rose came after him - twice. “I didn't – It's not that simple.”

“Yes it is!” Scorpius hissed through clenched teeth, sparks shooting from his wand. “God, I've spent my entire life defending you. I trusted you. I loved you. But that didn't matter, did it? You saw your chance to one-up and you took it.”

Even if his son had yet to realize it, the use of past tense wasn't lost on Draco. Scorpius had made his choice and he wasn't surprised to learn that he had lost.

"That's not true," he insisted, his voice hoarse.

Scorpius scoffed at this, his upper lip curling in disgust. “Admit it. You're jealous that I didn't fuck up my life like you did. That I'm respected by the same people who wouldn't even look at you. That I have a future. You went after Rose to get back at me.”

Draco shook his head, refusing to entertain the idea that Scorpius could be right. He loved his son. He was proud of him. He had never wanted to hurt him. That was the truth.

"It was all the potion, you have to believe that. I would never do that to you." Knowing what a dim view his son had of him, he quickly added, "Rose would never do that to you."

Scorpius stiffened when he mentioned Rose and he wondered if he had gone too far. A long moment passed between them and he readied himself for the hex that was surely coming. Then, as if all the fight went out of him, he lowered his wand and Draco let out a sigh of relief. He hadn't been worried for himself - he had more than earned whatever happened - but for Scorpius. No matter how upset he was now, he would regret it if he acted rashly.

Taking a step back, Scorpius turned away from him. Draco could make out his profile with the little light his wand was giving; his shoulders were slumped in defeat, his voice small as he asked, "Mum knows?"

"Yes. She found out after."

"Found out," he repeated with a bitter laugh. "Of course. You would never have told her otherwise, would you?"

"I hadn't decided what I was going to do." He had never intended to tell her, he had been too afraid she would leave and too ashamed to admit what he'd done. Given what he now knew, that Asteria had already suspected him of being unfaithful, Draco doubted he would have succeeded.

(That she had spent weeks with this knowledge hit him hard.)

"You're such a liar."

"I didn't want to hurt her and I didn't want to lose her." Scorpius wouldn't look at him, instead staring into the distance, tapping his wand against his thigh. The frown on his face deepened and it appeared as if he might break down but then Scorpius drew a deep breath, steadying himself.

"I'm sorry," Draco said quietly. He had forgotten what it felt like being this helpless. The dull sense of despair that came with knowing nothing could be fixed and only time could sort it out. "I never wanted to hurt either of you."

Scorpius gave no sign he had heard this, still staring straight ahead. Even though Draco couldn't see it, he could hear Scorpius clench and unclench his free hand, knuckles cracking as he did. Suddenly, he looked at Draco, eyes narrowed as if remembering something. "You told me it was probably nothing."

"What?"

"That I should probably ignore it, that Rose was just upset over what happened at work." Draco flinched as Scorpius pointed his wand at him again. "Were you hoping for a repeat performance, Dad? Maybe thought that at Mum's birthday party, you and Rose could just sneak off--"

"Scorpius..."

"And you could just fuck her right there while Mum and I sat around like idiots, wondering where you two went? Then return like nothing happened. It could be a little joke between you."

"Stop it."

Scorpius shook his head, eyes not leaving his. "If Mum hadn't caught you, you would have done it again, wouldn't you?"

"No, I wouldn--"

He didn't finish the sentence.