The Time I Brought Home a Malfoy for Christmas

Part One.

There were a few things I knew being a Weasley I couldn't do. I couldn't be caught snogging in a broom closet like my cousin James when he was only thirteen. And I couldn't wait four years to get married like Victorie and Teddy. But the one thing I knew I could never do and get away with it was to bring home a Malfoy for Christmas.

From the moment I was born I had been warned against the evil of the Malfoy family. Dad and Mum had never been short on stories of how the Malfoy's had imprisoned them in a cellar, and Grandfather would go off on tangents over Lucius Malfoy's career as a death eater. I believed everything I was told until I actually met Scorpius, who blushed when asked if he knew who I was. I mean how evil could someone be if they blushed? But that isn't about this; no this is about the time I tried to bring him home for Christmas.

"What the bloody hell is this!"

Two days before Christmas I found my eighteen year old brother walking out of my loo. He looked my dad when mad. His face was flushed, which clashed with the red hair he refused to ever brush. I didn't even know how Hugo had gotten into my house, or why he was there at this current moment in time, 'cause just three days ago, he had stormed out muttering he was never going to talk to me again. Hugo had always been annoying melodramatic.

Normally I would have made some sort of witty comeback, but as he was holding a positive pregnancy test, I lost all reason. The colour drained out of my face, and I started sputtering, "What is wrong with you? Who digs though other peoples trash!?"

"Who the fuck is the father? Are you dating him? Bloody hell, Rose! Dad is going to murder you! I'm going to murder him!"

I let him ramble on, unable to figure out what to say. This was a major hitch in my plan. I wasn't actually planning on telling anyone- ever.

"Hugo Weasley if you say anything about this to anyone, I will personally make sure you will never reproduce, and you know I'm capable of that!"

"Whatever," He muttered, "Have you seen a phone number for a girl floating around here?"

"You were digging around in my trash for a girls phone number?" I growled. My secret was coming out because Hugo wanted a snog?!

"I lost it here...."

"Get the hell out of my flat, and don't you dare say anything!"

"Fine! But I'm not making any promises, Rose. If Dad asks..."

"Dad isn't going to ask if I'm pregnant in passing like that!"

Hugo growled, and disappeared before I could yell at him more.

That could have gone so much better.

Scorpius picked me up the next day, in his best muggle trends, and with his death trap car, he was so proud off. Reminded me a bit of me dad, who couldn't drive for shit really, but had somehow acquired a muggle license. If my family hadn't been so biased Granddad would probably get along with Scorp, who fancied anything Muggle related, including cars that shouldn't be on the road.

"I'm not getting in that, I've told you before," I muttered.

"Rose...." He trailed. Scorp didn't like whining but always ended up doing it anyways. "It's been spected."

"Spected, Scorp?"

He shrugged, "You know approved to be on the road."

"That was approved to be on the road?!"

"This isn't about my car. My parents aren't going to eat you," Scorpius tired to joke. I don't know why I had promised to have dinner with them Christmas Eve.

"Not funny," I muttered back darkly.

"Sorry." He muttered in returned his hand rubbing the back of his neck, one of his annoying habits, that and his constant need for prefect hair. "Rosie, it'll be alright. Mum and Dad are a bit mad, but their cool."

"Oh, but have you been raised to think they are worse then the Dark Lord?" I muttered which prompted us to get into some dumb fight, which wasn't unusual. Eventually we'd shut up about it. But, bloody hell, I was nervous. Meeting the boyfriend's parents, (and the future grandparents of my child), was enough, but they were the infamous Malfoys.

The Manor was just as dark and gloomy as Scorp had described it. Other then a few things here and there, the house was mostly empty. I know Scorpius had said his parents weren't well off, but I thought he was being dramatic. I guess he hadn't.

His mum, Astoria, came flying in a few seconds after we arrived wearing white including her white hair in a tight bun not aware how much it clashed with the house's décor, "Oh, Scorpie! She's so pretty! I didn't think she would be so pretty." Then the mad lady crushed me in a huge hug.

"Mum!" Scorp hissed from behind us.

"Don't be that way. I was only saying that because your father said her mother was horridly plain."

"And that's not an insult?"

I was waiting for a show down, his mother to turn into the ice queen I believed she was, but she only started laughing.

"It would be if your father didn't say that to misguide the fact that he fancied Hermione Granger once."

"He what?!" I couldn't help agree with Scorpius's shock on that one.

I heard some growing behind us, and turned around to see Draco Malfoy in the flesh. He wasn't as scary as dad made him out to be. He seemed more old, strands of grey in his blonde hair, and tired. He muttered something that I didn't catch but Scorpius did. "Be nice dad."

"And I haven't?"

"No, but I'm just warning you."

Then they just stared at each other until dinner was served, all vegetables because Scorp's mom didn't like meat. She talked the whole dinner, and Draco didn't do much more then stare.

"Dad's not much of a talker," Scorpius whispered, "Once he gets used to you, I'll sure he'll be more civil."

"Draco! Stop touching your arm! It hurts me to just to think about it!" Astoria, without much warning flipped out on her husband only for him grunt in return. It was only later that night I would find out that Draco had tried to set himself on fire once to erase the dark mark from his arm, and spent years in a muggle institution. I couldn't see why my family was so horrid about him. Even though he hadn't said a single word to me on the matter, I believed he was sorry for his past.

After dinner Draco and Scorpius went to have a private chat, leaving me alone with Astoria, who was nothing if not overly polite. She asked a million questions about work (healer), family (Mom, dad, Hugo the prat, and only about a million relatives), how I met Scorpius (we were both heads seventh year and he blushed when I asked if he knew who I was). But the conversion would have to go south.

"If you two where to have children, I do hope they have your blue eyes," she sighed, "Image blond haired blue eyed grandchildren…."

I started to panic, why in Merlin's name did she say that? How did she know I was pregnant when the only person who knew other then me was Hugo? Needless to say the moment Scorpius came back I dragged him out the door.

I heard some crashing followed by my mum, "Rose?"

Scorp shifted next to me, and of course after the reality sent in, I shoved him hard.

"What?!" He growled. What was that saying about never waking a sleeping dragon- or in this case a sleeping Malfoy?

"My mum is here! And unless you want to die in the nude, get the hell up!" I hissed nearly pushing him out of bed.

"Why is your mum here?" He muttered.

"I don't know! Go hide in the loo, and do the wizard way, muggle boy. Now!"

"Rose…" He started staring at me as if had something really important to tell me, but we really didn't have the bloody time.

"Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, just go to the bloody loo."

"Alright!"

I could hear voices down the hall so I ran across the room, slamming the door to the bedroom, which we didn't have time to close last night before my mum came in. I threw on a robe, and came out of the room moments before my mum began knocking. And with my luck Hugo was standing behind her like a freaking dementor, frowning at me with a passion. "We were worried. Mum was yelling for minutes."

"I'm getting ready for dinner at the burrow. What are you lot doing here so bloody early?" I growled.

"Language Rose! Your father insisted on asking if you wanted to catch a ride with us in his new car," Mum said grinning, "But I think he wanted to grill your new boyfriend for the two hour ride before dinner."

"I second that," Hugo muttered from behind her.

"Hugo, just sod off!"

Mum raised her eyebrows at me, "What's going on between you too?"

"Other then your son being the worlds biggest prat, nothing!"

Hugo rolled his eyes and disappeared.

"Rose…" She trailed off.

Suddenly there was a crash from the direction of the loo. "Bloody hell, sodding piece of…"

How is it possible that Scorp, who was a Prefect and head boy for a year, not able to be discrete when my bloody mum was in the house?

"It was probably nothing," I muttered knowing perfectly well that I couldn't get away with that where mum was concerned, maybe dad or Hugo.

"Rose! He's here, isn't he? Are you having intercou…."

"Oh dear Merlin, mum! You realize I'm not five anymore, right?"

"Can I meet him before your father? You know I behave better!"

Not really. Both my parents, even my mom who was Hogwarts most brilliant mind, were both missing the common sense gene. "Mum, will you just go home and tell dad I'll meet you at the grandparents…"

Scorp had chosen that moment to sneak out the loo and back to my room, only in a towel, mind you. Stopping only at my mum gaping.

"Bloody Scorp!"

"Err, nice to meet you Mrs. Weasley." Oh, that was smooth, not.

Mum didn't even yell me she in so much shock, "Is that a Malfoy?"

"His name is Scorpius, not a Malfoy."

"I think it would be best if I went home. We'll be late. See you later…" Then she disappeared.

"Why in… Merlin Scorpius!" And then I left leaving him in the hallway staring at me as if I was mental, to get ready. This was going to be a disaster.

"Rose, I'm sorry. I didn't think…"

"My mum is like… I don't know, God! She knows all, Scorpius! Why did I even bother to put up the charade?"

Off course Scorp is standing there looking adorable in fancy clothes, and I'm acting mental again. I don't know why he hasn't run off yet. "That's it!" I muttered, "That is really it."

"It is?" He muttered looking worried. I don't blame him he probably wants to take me off the Saint Mungos this very moment.

"The moment we get the burrow, I'm marching up to my dad and tell him I'm shagging a Malfoy. In front of my granddad, Gram, Uncle Harry, Mum, Hugo the prat, James the immature, Albus the ego, Lily the innocent, Victorie and Teddy the childless…" I trailed off. "I don't bloody care if my father never forgives me." Scorp looks completely terrified. So I laugh and he goes red.

"Not funny Rose!" He's annoyed but smiling again.