A/N: Alright, so I was reading some stories on here, and inspiration struck, so I figured I would just have to write it to get it out!
Disclaimer: not mine!
His Only Daughter
"Oh, come off it, Ronald. It's not the end of the world," Hermione scolded, hands on her hips as she stared accusingly down at her husband, "You should be happy!"
Ron glared up at her in shock from where he sat at the kitchen table, lunch dishes still strewn about the surface, meals only half-eaten. Three chairs remained pushed out, Ron occupying the fourth, still unable to move. "Happy? How can you possibly think I would be happy at a time like this?" He demanded. "My only daughter…"
"Is the happiest we've ever seen her!" Hermione exclaimed, "That is, until your tactlessness got in the way. For Merlin's sake, Ronald, you act like this is a complete shock to you-"
"Maybe because it is, Hermione!"
Hermione scoffed, "I don't see how that can be true. It's not like it was sprung out of nowhere on you. I'd thought you were accustomed to the idea by now-"
"I was never accustomed to anything! I just put up with it, knowing it would end sooner or later, and then she would be back in her right mind, through with this… this… phase."
Hermione laughed humourlessly now. "Phase? Is that what you thought this was? A phase? That lasted as long as it has? Oh, Ronald Weasley, you truly are a riot!"
Spluttering, he studied his wife, taking in her face, wondering what exactly she found so funny about this. In truth, he found the whole situation rather apocalyptic, and here she sat laughing.
Ron fidgeted at the kitchen table as Hermione waved her wand over various pots and pans. The food smelled delicious, but the occasion itself diminished this fact. The lunch his wife bustled over with her long, greying brown hair, was being prepared for their daughter, Rose, and none other than Scorpius Malfoy. Why would Ron Weasley willingly share a meal with a Malfoy, you ask? Because his daughter had decided she 'loved him'.
It started during their seventh year at Hogwarts. A complete shock to him when Albus brought the arrogant prat around and Rose actually smiled at him for the first time in the six years he and Al had been friends. Yes, Harry let Albus befriend a Malfoy. Why, no one will ever know. Just like the reason behind Ron's sudden support of her 'love' for the boy. Well, actually, that's a little easier to answer: Hermione. The woman can be very persuasive. Well, not that she really persuaded him. More like threatened. It's something he loves about her, until she turns it on him.
Anyways, the point being that Rose hadn't ended their little fling after graduation, like he'd expected, and now here they were, two years later, coming to lunch. Lovely.
"You know, you could look a little enthusiastic," Hermione called from the kitchen.
Ron scoffed, "I'm enthusiastic. What makes you think I'm not enthusiastic?"
Silence.
"Ok, fine. But, I mean, what do you expect? I don't know what she sees in that bloke. Bloody Malfoy."
"Ronald!"
"There's nothing funny about this, Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, finally jumping up from his position in the kitchen chair. "I mean, how can you laugh? He's completely a disrespectful, arrogant, cocky, prat!"
The laughter ceased, and Hermione's face grew serious. Ron's stomach plummeted. Had he gone too far? In his mind, of course he hadn't, but in hers? Everyone knew Hermione's mind didn't exactly operate like everyone else's. It was on a different and, in her opinion, far more superior, frequency.
"Ronald Weasley," She snapped, her voice deathly quiet. Ron gulped. "Your only daughter came here today to share her happiness with you and you spat in her face. You had best get over this idiotic vendetta of yours against an innocent boy before I help you along. Harry has more right to be cautious of the man and they get on just fine. He's not Draco!"
Upon hearing the unfortunate news that they would be dining with Scorpius, Ron promptly made a phone call to Harry (Hermione had finally taught him how to use a telephone in order to 'expose their children to the Muggle world,' whatever that meant). Reliable, best mate, Harry. He would help him out. All he needed, after all, was a quick little phone call, telling him that there was an emergency, and he would be home free. So long, Scorpius, pity I couldn't stay longer.
"No."
"No?"
"No. There is absolutely no way I am helping you get out of this, Ron."
"But- But- But- you're my best mate! You're supposed to help me out!"
Harry's deep laugh registered through the phone and Ron scowled. "Ron, He's a twenty year old man. I'm sure you're more than capable of sharing a meal with him. Despite what you continue to believe, he's not the spawn of Satan."
"So he's Satan himself, then? Wait, how did you know why I wanted the call?" Ron had mentioned nothing of the dreaded lunch thus far, only that he needed Harry to call in approximately half an hour. Enough time to devour lunch, yet remain relatively Scorpius-free.
"Well, Ginny may have mentioned it, but why else would you want the call? Ron, I'm serious. Just give the kid a chance. He really does love your Rosie."
Ron mumbled something unintelligible and Harry laughed once more before hanging up the phone. Bloody unreliable so-called best mates.
"I know that! But he's the spawn of the git! He's just like him!"
"You don't know that. You haven't ever put in the effort to get to know him! He obviously has some redeeming qualities to cancel out the whole tragedy of being Draco Malfoy's son," Hermione prodded, sarcasm lacing her last words.
"What makes you so sure?" Ron snapped, moving over the stand at the kitchen counter while Hermione waved her wand to begin clearing the plates.
She glared at him. "Do you seriously need to ask?" He nodded. "Wow, you're a lot thicker than I thought." He frowned. "If there wasn't anything good about him, do you think Rosie would still be with him, let alone-"
Ron held up his hand to stop her next words. "No! Don't say it! I don't want to hear it."
So, with his only option for escape failing spectacularly to come to his aid, Ron was left with no other option than to endure this Merlin forsaken lunch. That was how he came to sit across the table from Scorpius Malfoy, trying not to cringe. It was true he put up with the relationship for the past three years, but he was only doing so because he knew, sooner or later, Rosie would come to her senses and ditch the slick git. And what a glorious day that would be when it came. However, the fact remained that the day had not come, and so Ron was left moodily stabbing at noodles with his fork while trying not to look at the Malfoy too much. The last gathering they'd had of this sort, he'd gotten yelled at by both his daughter and his wife for glaring at the boy.
After a lull in conversation, Ron heard Rose take a deep breath, fiddling with something under the table. "Mum, Dad," She began. Her eyes were nervous, and she was biting her lip. Ron's stomach clenched, wondering what this could be about. A small part of him wondered if she was going to finally break up with the bloke, here in front of them, just to embarrass the kid. The idea wasn't exactly repulsive to Ron. Instead, it gave him a sick sort of pleasure in his stomach. Then she reached over with her right hand and took Scorpius's left on the table. Well, there went that theory. A sudden thought struck Ron. What if she was pregnant? Oh Merlin, what if the bastard had gotten his baby girl pregnant? How dare that little git- "We're getting married!"
Ron's brain shorted out. Married? His daughter was marrying a Malfoy? Hermione jumped up at once, beaming and tearing up as she demanded to see the ring, congratulating them a million times over while her husband sat there, speechless. A Malfoy. His only daughter was marrying a Malfoy.
"Mr. Weasley?"
Scorpius had spoken to him.
"Dad?" Rose asked, her voice small, "Daddy? Did you hear what I said?"
Ron blinked once, twice, three times, before proceeding to blurt out the stupidest thing he could ever say, "Are you pregnant?"
Now it was Rose's turn to blink, processing the words while Hermione scolded him. "What do you mean?"
Shaking himself back to reality, he repeated the question, this time glaring at Scorpius.
Hermione growled, throwing her hands up in the air in defeat. "Well, Ronald, you're going to have to get used to the idea, because you don't have a say! As you keep pointing out, she's your only daughter, and she only plans on getting married once, so get that big head of yours out of your arse and act like a man about it! Merlin!"
And with those words, Hermione turned on her heel and aparated out of the house, probably to Potter Manor to rant at Ginny. Great.
"How dare you! How dare you suggest something like that! I love him!"
Ron didn't think he'd ever seen his Rosie this mad at him before. He truly hadn't meant to imply that the only reason she was marrying him was because she was pregnant (Rosie could never be that kind of girl), but he just couldn't see why she would do it out of love. Malfoys were just… unlovable. He needed there to be another reason, a better reason, to explain this horrific turn of events. They were only 20 years old for Merlin's sake. What was the rush?
"We don't need this from you. I'm sorry Mum, but we're leaving. I'll write you later."
Two quick popping noises sounded, signalling that the pair had left, and Hermione rounded on her husband.
Ron dropped back into his chair, glaring listlessly at the wall where, only an hour before, Scorpius Malfoy's head had been.
His only daughter was marrying a Malfoy.
A/N: So, what did you think? I know lots of people are against Ron being too dramatic where Scorpius is concerned, but I see it more as him being concerned for his daughter. He just goes about expressing his concern the wrong way. I hope I wasn't too dramatic with him. He didn't disown her or anything, he just blurted out a very unfortunate reply when the news came out.
On another note, if I have more time, I think I might like to expand on this oneshot a little bit. If I did, I would do a Scorp/Rose falling in love story (kind of a Prequel), as well as a sequel, detailing where they go from this point. This would be the only instalment purely in Ron's third-person POV, although I might experiment with a few different POV changes within the separate stories. What do you think?
Reviews are love!
Post-Edit A/N: So I know it's been almost two years, but I started planning the prequel (Working Title: My Only Desire), and then I got distracted and lost my inspiration for it, and then I got it back but started changing everything around to the point where it's almost unrecognizable from when I started, and now I'm finally settled into my plan. Long story short, I'll probably still change it up about three more times, but I'm 5 chapters into the prequel after almost two years... This is why I'm writing the vast majority of it before I start posting it, because if I don't, I'll lose my inspiration halfway through and quit, and I really don't want to be one of those writers again. So I figure it's better to just wait until I'm sure I won't bail on it before I start posting. I'm hoping to get a lot of it done within the next two weeks of my Christmas break... fingers crossed! That's the reason I'm replacing this document, because I went back to read this again and found some things I wanted to change around and add in (nothing major).
As I was typing that huge A/N out, I decided that I'll post a second chapter into this story when I start posting the prequel with its title if anyone's interested in reading it.
Anyways, reviews are still love!