Buried at the Burrow
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mini_festTitle: Buried at the Burrow
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mabonwitch
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: AS/S
Wordcount: 586
Warnings: Implied Harry/Ginny/Astoria/Draco
Prompt: 2. NextGen Family Christmas - at the Burrow, overcrowded mayhem a must.
Buried at the Burrow
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Scorpius whispered out of the side of his mouth.
“Don’t worry,” Al replied the same way, “they’ll love you.”
Then there was no time to talk as Mrs. Potter bore down on them with hugs and a promise of cocoa. Scorpius pasted his most sincere smile on and accepted hugs from Al’s mum and made sure his grip was firm when Mr. Potter shook his hand. He nodded agreeably as he was re-introduced to Lily (their little fag hag), James (bloody annoyance), Hugo (the Slytherin Weasley), and Teddy (whom Al had confessed to briefly crushing on). Rose and her father glared identically at him, which was only somewhat offset by Mrs. Granger’s kind smile. Then came Fred, and Roxy and Lucy and Bill and Gabrielle and Dominique and Georgie and Lee and soon he was just nodding blindly and shaking hands with thinly suppressed anxiety.
Thankfully, Al appeared just as he was about to either hex someone or hyperventilate and dragged him inside for food. Standing with a plate filled with cookies and ham and greens, they watched a three year old with red hair run by.
“That’s my second cousin thrice removed.” Al blinked placidly at him.
“That’s…really quite alarming.”
A slow smile curled Al’s lips. “Yes. Yes, it is.”
“So…how many of them know.”
“You really don’t want to know.”
Scorpius gulped. “Right.” He was surrounded by, quite likely, a hundred Weasleys, and an apparently alarming number of them knew. He fiddled with his fork. “Probably safe to hold hands, then.”
Al looked surprised. “Oh! I- you usually don’t want to…”
He scowled. “Just because we have to keep up a certain pretence at school-”
“We don’t have to! I mean, practically the whole school knows anyway.”
Scorpius waited a beat, but Al’s Slytheriness failed to kick in. Really, this was why he was in charge of scheming. Al was more the ambitious type. “Yes, but you see, there are certain advantages to being in the same dorm that I’d rather not lose.”
Al leered and used his free hand to grope his arse. He stiffened. “True.”
“You realize your father terrifies me, right?”
“Er…”
“Could you possibly remove your hands from anything intimate until we’re somewhere at least marginally private?”
“My father terrifies you?”
Scorpius groaned. “Only a little bit,” he tried.
There was a moment of silence. Scorpius hoped he’d got away with it.
“How is it possible to be ‘a little bit’ terrified?”
He huffed. “Look, Al, I exaggerated. I’m not terrified.”
“Right. Except, I don’t actually believe you.” Al’s lips quirked up on one side. “Come on, then. We’ll go sit quietly in the den. Dad’s sure to be on his third lager by now, and I defy you to be scared of him when he’s pissed. And he will be- man can’t hold his drink.”
Scorpius allowed himself to be steered. “Aren’t my parents supposed to be here in two hours?”
There was no response.
Later that evening…
“…Scorpius? I- my mother didn’t just suggest some sort of- orgy with your parents, did she?”
He considered his options. He could traumatize Al and make up for four hours of being trapped in the same room with an increasingly drunken Saviour. On the other hand, he was no longer intimidated by Al's father after the second rendition of “A Wizard's Wand Has A Knob On the End”, and he could get laid later. “No," he declared firmly, "No, she did not.”
“Good.”
Author:
mabonwitchRating: PG-13
Pairing: AS/S
Wordcount: 586
Warnings: Implied Harry/Ginny/Astoria/Draco
Prompt: 2. NextGen Family Christmas - at the Burrow, overcrowded mayhem a must.
Buried at the Burrow
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Scorpius whispered out of the side of his mouth.
“Don’t worry,” Al replied the same way, “they’ll love you.”
Then there was no time to talk as Mrs. Potter bore down on them with hugs and a promise of cocoa. Scorpius pasted his most sincere smile on and accepted hugs from Al’s mum and made sure his grip was firm when Mr. Potter shook his hand. He nodded agreeably as he was re-introduced to Lily (their little fag hag), James (bloody annoyance), Hugo (the Slytherin Weasley), and Teddy (whom Al had confessed to briefly crushing on). Rose and her father glared identically at him, which was only somewhat offset by Mrs. Granger’s kind smile. Then came Fred, and Roxy and Lucy and Bill and Gabrielle and Dominique and Georgie and Lee and soon he was just nodding blindly and shaking hands with thinly suppressed anxiety.
Thankfully, Al appeared just as he was about to either hex someone or hyperventilate and dragged him inside for food. Standing with a plate filled with cookies and ham and greens, they watched a three year old with red hair run by.
“That’s my second cousin thrice removed.” Al blinked placidly at him.
“That’s…really quite alarming.”
A slow smile curled Al’s lips. “Yes. Yes, it is.”
“So…how many of them know.”
“You really don’t want to know.”
Scorpius gulped. “Right.” He was surrounded by, quite likely, a hundred Weasleys, and an apparently alarming number of them knew. He fiddled with his fork. “Probably safe to hold hands, then.”
Al looked surprised. “Oh! I- you usually don’t want to…”
He scowled. “Just because we have to keep up a certain pretence at school-”
“We don’t have to! I mean, practically the whole school knows anyway.”
Scorpius waited a beat, but Al’s Slytheriness failed to kick in. Really, this was why he was in charge of scheming. Al was more the ambitious type. “Yes, but you see, there are certain advantages to being in the same dorm that I’d rather not lose.”
Al leered and used his free hand to grope his arse. He stiffened. “True.”
“You realize your father terrifies me, right?”
“Er…”
“Could you possibly remove your hands from anything intimate until we’re somewhere at least marginally private?”
“My father terrifies you?”
Scorpius groaned. “Only a little bit,” he tried.
There was a moment of silence. Scorpius hoped he’d got away with it.
“How is it possible to be ‘a little bit’ terrified?”
He huffed. “Look, Al, I exaggerated. I’m not terrified.”
“Right. Except, I don’t actually believe you.” Al’s lips quirked up on one side. “Come on, then. We’ll go sit quietly in the den. Dad’s sure to be on his third lager by now, and I defy you to be scared of him when he’s pissed. And he will be- man can’t hold his drink.”
Scorpius allowed himself to be steered. “Aren’t my parents supposed to be here in two hours?”
There was no response.
Later that evening…
“…Scorpius? I- my mother didn’t just suggest some sort of- orgy with your parents, did she?”
He considered his options. He could traumatize Al and make up for four hours of being trapped in the same room with an increasingly drunken Saviour. On the other hand, he was no longer intimidated by Al's father after the second rendition of “A Wizard's Wand Has A Knob On the End”, and he could get laid later. “No," he declared firmly, "No, she did not.”
“Good.”
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Date: 2009-12-17 03:19 am (UTC)I also love the imagery of the quite possibly hundreds of Weasleys. I can picture what he's walking into, poor boy!
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Date: 2009-12-18 02:46 am (UTC)Adorable!
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Date: 2009-12-22 12:52 pm (UTC)I too loved Drunk!Harry and his singing. Astoria suggesting an Orgy with Harry and Ginny intrigues me greatly I must say although I do understand how that would be traumatising for their kids. eww. *lol*