Harry Potter - Title: The Inconveniences of Being a Malfoy (8)

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Summary: Scorpius' life has never gone well, but lately it's really done a turn for the worse. He blames Albus.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.

(unbeta-ed, all mistakes are mine)

(8)

All in all, Scorpius conceded to himself, sipping at his butterbeer and watching Madam Rosmerta laugh uproariously at a bad joke from his booth, when his father had turned stark white, Apparated the two of them to the Three Broomsticks without a word, ordered Scorpius not to move from this booth under any circumstance and then stomped away, muttering to himself, it wasn’t the worst reaction he could have gotten when he told his father he wanted to stay with Harry Potter’s son for the rest of the summer.

Scorpius took another sip, relishing in the feeling of warmth tickling his toes. “Would you like some more?” the waitress asked him politely, giving him a small, shy smile. He shook his head at her, and even went as far as to give her a brief smile back – after all, she had given him some butterbeer on the house.

She nodded, her pretty face lighting up in a sweet smile in response to his and then said, “If you do, please, feel free to call me, my name is Isolde- oh!” Another customer, an unsavory looking man was waving to get her attention.

She left Scorpius, quickly making her way to the other man. “Can I help you?” Isolde asked him when she stopped in front of his booth, ducking her head down almost as if she was trying to hide behind her pad of paper and pulling a pen out of her pocket.

“Scorpius!” The only warning he got was a glimpse of bushy red hair before Rose threw her arms around him.

“Gah!” he said, nearly dropping his mostly empty mug, “Geoff! Geoff!”

“Sorry,” Rose said, blushing, but looking far too smug and amused, “Oh, but I haven’t seen you since school ended, you should come visit! Al would be so pleased-”

A mug clattered to the floor, cutting her off, and the male customer Isolde had been talking to had grabbed her wrist and was pulling her down to him, leering as she struggled. “Oh, my,” Rose whispered, and Scorpius weighed the need to go help the girl who had been kind to him against the possibility of being pound into bits by the bigger man-

“Oi,” someone said, stepping into the Three Broomsticks, “Take your hands off the girl, mate, and go somewhere else. You’ve worn out your welcome.”

“Daddy!” Rose cried, and the man let go of Isolde and she stumbled away, trembling. She collapsed near Scorpius’ booth, and he quietly went over and knelt next to her, offering her the rest of his butterbeer. She smiled at him thankfully, and downed the last of it, her hands shaking slightly. She placed the mug down on the floor next to her, looking considerably calmer.

Scorpius glanced up to see the red-haired man standing over the other man. Rose’s father wasn’t particularly bulky, but he towered over Isolde’s aggressor, who stared back up at him pale, but defiant.

“Get out of here,” Rose’s father said quietly, his posture threatening. The man clenched his jaw tightly, but turned away, and Apparated out of the building. There was a round of applause, and Ron Weasley blushed and rubbed the back of his head, waving the hoots and praise away.

Scorpius stood up, and held out a hand for Isolde to use to pull herself up. She accepted appreciatively, and when she was standing steady, Isolde blushed and leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered happily, before she was swept into Madam Rosmerta’s arms, the older woman worriedly checking her over.

Beside him, Rose giggled as Scorpius made a gagging noise and rubbed at his cheek furiously. “Oooh,” she teased,” Someone’s got a girlfriend~”

“Shut up,” Scorpius muttered, and then wiped his hand on her sleeve, “You know it’s not true, and besides, that girl is at least five years older than me, that’s illegal, I think.”

Rose just giggled again, and patted him on the back.

“Rose, what are you doing?” They turned to look at Rose’s father, who gaped at them, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. “That’s,” he sputtered, “that’s-that’s a-”

“Malfoy?” Scorpius supplied helpfully.

“Yes!” he practically shouted.

“Daddy!” Rose said, reproachfully.

“Weasley!” Scorpius turned to see his father entering the Three Broomsticks, looking furious, “What are you doing to my son?”

Ron clasped his hands over his face and groaned something that sounded very much like, “They’re multiplying!”

Scorpius’ father glanced over at him and Rose, and then did a double-take. “Oh, god,” Draco groaned, “Don’t tell me not only have you made friends with a Potter, but a Weasley as well.”

Scorpius didn’t say anything, but simply stared back at his father. Draco groaned, and put his head in his hands. It looked ridiculously similar to the position that Ron was in and judging from the snicker that came from Rose, she had noticed too.

They both turned to look at Rose, and then glared at each other simultaneously. Scorpius didn’t manage to suppress his snort of amusement, but luckily, neither of them bothered to acknowledge whether or not they heard it.

“Malfoy,” Ron spat.

“Weasley,” Draco sneered.

Rose sighed, annoyed. “Male posturing,” she muttered, disgusted, “Honestly.”

“What are you doing here?” Rose’s father demanded, his ears turning red.

“What about you?” Draco asked, scowling.

“I asked first!”

“Don’t be immature-”

“I’m not!”

“Oh. I can tell-”

“Fine, then, you prat, I work here in Hogsmeade, what’s your excuse?”

“That’s none of your business-”

“What?! I can’t believe you-”

“Who’re the adults here again?” Scorpius whispered to Rose.

She snickered, and then whispered back, “What are you doing here anyway?”

Scorpius considered this question. Well, he thought, my grandfather freaked out or something of the like, attempted to kill me, and now he and my grandmother are somewhere unknown doing who knows what, which sounds absolutely nasty even though I hadn’t meant it in that way and besides, they’re old and I told my father I wanted to stay with Albus and he disappeared, leaving me here until he showed up here to snip pettily at your father.

He said, “Sitting,” instead.

Rose snorted. “No kidding,” she said wryly.

“Oh, Merlin,” Scorpius’ father suddenly realized, “The Potters are actually Weasleys too, aren’t they? Brilliant, I can't believe this-”

The tips of Ron’s ears were so red, they were practically purple. “So?” he muttered, “Nothing wrong with being a Weasley-”

“You’d better take good care of my son,” Draco warned, looking physically pained at the thought, “I’m leaving him in your care, if anything happens to him-”

“What?” Ron yelped, looking alarmed.

“Oh,” Draco said, looking stricken and probably speaking to himself more than to Ron, “I haven’t asked yet, and I haven’t a single clue where Potter lives…”

Rose looked at Scorpius in surprise – he looked back, just as surprised.

“W-well,” Rose said, jumping in and grinning at Scorpius, “We can show you where he lives, and you can make sure that your son will be treated right.”

Ron choked. “Rose-”

“Right, Daddy?” she said, loudly, over him and beamed at her father sweetly.

Scorpius’ eyebrows lifted as Ron melted at the angelic look. “Alright,” Ron accepted, and, as if suddenly realizing what he’d agreed to, gave his daughter a look, and scowled over at Draco.

“You should’ve been in Slytherin,” Scorpius muttered to her in awe, as he watched Ron grumble.

She laughed, and jabbed him in the side with a bony elbow. Scorpius winced. “I’m going to take that as a compliment,” Rose said, her eyes gleaming with humor.

“It was meant to be,” Scorpius mumbled, eyeing her elbow warily.

Rose shook her head, amused. “Don’t tell my father that,” she advised. Scorpius grunted in agreement, and watched Rose’s father poke his father almost childishly.

He rolled his eyes. Whoever said ‘maturity did came with age,’ Scorpius mused as he watched his father jab Ron back with a finger, obviously had not met these two.

“Do you feel like you’ve lost some respect for them?” Rose whispered to him.

He nodded, and she sighed and flagged Isolde down. “Hey,” she called, “three butterbeers to go.” She paused, and then pointed at their fathers. “On their tab,” Rose said. Isolde smiled at Scorpius and nodded at the request.

She met Scorpius’ questioning look and explained, “One for Al.”

“Ah,” Scorpius said.

“Agh,” Draco and Ron said, with identical pained looks, and then glowered furiously at each other.

Rose and Scorpius sighed.

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