Disclaimer: I own nothing but the fun storyline that I play with. The characters are property of JK Rowling.

A/N: Hello everyone. This is a one shot I wrote for the Wordsmiths and Betas group on Facebook and my first attempt at a Next Generation story. I hope you all like it, I have never actually read a Scorose fic so I'm sure my characters are out of character, but since these are all our favorite character's children that we know nothing about, I guess that is acceptable. Beta love to JustJessie24601.

Peace, Love, and Slyther

Gimi aka Jess

"This is ridiculous! We don't even live in England." Scorpius Malfoy seethed. Throwing down the parchment onto the breakfast table, his father continued to eat as he went on. "Why must I comply with this stupid law when we live in Paris?"

Draco pinched the bridge of his nose, his son's rant was giving him a headache, he got that talent from his mother. Fighting with his wife was a losing battle, she always won, either because she was just brilliant or he just wanted to shut her up and shag her quiet. "Scorpius, we may not live there, but we still have to comply with their laws. I'm sure your mother will find a way to fight this, but for now, please eat your breakfast, we have to be at the English ministry in a couple of hours."

"Is mother coming with us?" Scorpius asked as he finally sat in his chair to his plate of pastries and eggs. "I thought she had a class this morning and then a shipment at the store."

Draco laughed, "Yes, well she does have to be there for the delivery, Merlin forbid someone else accepts the boxes before she can sniff each one."

"I heard that," Scorpius and his father both laughed as her voice travelled from the entry hall, "I will see you both there. I have to go, they just floo'd and the delivery will be a bit earlier so I have to end class sooner than normal. Love you both!" and they heard the fire roar to life and her muffled voice call out her destination.

Draco chuckled, "She didn't even come in to say goodbye, almost twenty years of marriage and I've been reduced to a floo bye."

Scorpius smirked, "Be careful father, I think you've been replaced by the yoga studio. Mother might have a thing going on with one of those firm muggles."

Draco smirked right back at his son. "I doubt that son I've been to those classes, and let's just say your mother has never complained. She is a hellcat that woman, she's very limber." Scorpius groaned, knowing what his father was saying and Draco chuckled.

"Merlin, you realise I'm your son?" Scorpius stabbed at a piece of fruit, "I don't need to know of your copulations with my mother. It is bad enough I have to knock on every door before I enter. I'm afraid of walking into something that would make me wish to be blind again," said Scorpius with a shudder...

Draco's grin broadened and Scorpius just shook his head, his parents were fairly embarrassing. They had been married for over eighteen years and they were still hot for each other. Most of his friend's parents didn't even sleep in the same room, sometimes not even the same wing and his parents were going at it like rabbits. But he guess it was healthier to shag like teens than to dry up and be angry all the time.

Scorpius finished his breakfast and went to get changed for the trip back to England. His parents were both English, he was actually born at Malfoy Manor as was his father and his younger sister, Lyra. It was Malfoy tradition for all Malfoys to be born on their ancestral land, believed to ensure magic stayed within their blood.

This also meant they were all English citizens, which is why he was subjected to this ridiculous law. If he had been born in France, where they lived, he would have been exempt. Scorpius did not believe himself as English, yes he had been born there, but he had lived his whole life in France, gone to school at Durmstrang and only went to England to visit his grandparents.

The thought that the English ministry had control over who he would marry was unthinkable. Okay, maybe not unthinkable, they had tried to do the same to his father, but Draco Malfoy was already engaged to be married to his mother and living in France. Their union was approved so nothing came of it, it had been eighteen years, surely the population was stable, but turns out, it hadn't been replenished enough and the marriage law continued.

Dressed in dark grey trousers, he was sure his father and grandfather would sneer at him wearing jeans to the ministry, a hunter green button down shirt and black vest. He spiked his platinum blond hair the way he liked and slipped on his dragon hide boots.

Going downstairs he saw his father was no longer alone, but talking with his long time friend and family solicitor, Blaise Zabini. The two men were discussing what to expect that day when they noticed Scorpius walk in.

Blaise smiled at his Godson, "Good morning Scor, are you ready?"

"You mean for my life to end? Sure, point me to the firing squad, maybe mum will let me have a muggle cigarette before my impending death." Scorpius said dryly.

Blaise chuckled, "It won't be quite that bad, Scorpius. Arranged marriages are common among pureblood families." Scorpius rolled his eyes, "Your father only slipped out of one when his bride ran away to marry that Italian artist, Felipe. Luckily, he found your mother and fell in love."

"It's 2018 for Merlin's sake, arranged marriages should be outlawed, along with bloody marriage laws." Scorpius whined as the walked to the floo. "I mean, it's one thing for you and dad, you two are like ancient." Scorpius smirked and ducked as his Godfather aimed at punch at his arm, Scorpius chuckled and continued, "But I am at the prime of my sexual awakening, I should be sowing my wild oats, not hitching my cart to one horse for a lifetime. I went to an all boys school for Gods sakes, do you know how hard it is to find a date?"

Blaise chuckled at his Godson, "I'm pretty sure there were plenty of hard dates at Durmstrang, so not bad at all."

Draco laughed as Scorpius grimaced at the thought of his friends. "Oh, do me a favor Scorp, tell your mum about the ancient part and the hitching your cart to a horse," Blaise laughed now too as Scorpius realised what his father meant, "I'm sure she'll enjoy the muggle reference."

Scorpius sputtered, trying to back pedal his words and his father just grinned even wider, his son really needed to relax.

After stopping at the manor to say hello to his grandmother and drop off their bags, the three men and Lucius Malfoy went on to the Ministry of Magic to find out who his new bride was to be.

Arriving by floo, they stopped at the visitors desk to get passes for the three Malfoy men. Blaise, being a member of the Ministry Law Review, had his own for when he was working cases. Getting into the lift, they left the atrium and went down to the fifth floor, the marriage registrar office. The office was full of people waiting for their appointment, but upon seeing the three platinum heads of the Malfoy men,the room went very still and suddenly all eyes were on them.

Scorpius leaned into his father, "Friendly bunch aren't they?" and Draco bit back a laugh, but Scorpius saw his father's lip twitch. Scorpius was always awed how different his father was when they were in England versus when they were in France.

Growing up, his father had been the epitome of pureblood aristocracy. His mother would call him a pompous prat, but his father would just grin and tell her she loved his pompous arse and then, well by then, Scorpius would leave the room… rabbits, his parents. His father's family had been on the wrong side of the war and he had moved to France to continue schooling at the prestigious potions academy, his mother had forgiven him his transgressions, knowing exactly who he was in his past and who he was in the present. They had all made mistakes was all she ever said about it.

A family came in with red hair. Taking one look at his father, Scorpius knew the father of this family was not friends with his. Scorpius looked on curiously as his grandfather also sneered at the man, though that was not surprising, his grandfather sneered a lot when he was not at home, it was the Malfoy way. The red haired man glared back at his father and grandfather. He gave Scorpius a once over and glowered at him as well.

"Malfoy," The man spat out, like their surname was a dirty word, "What are you doing here?"

"Weasel," Draco sneered back, "This is the marriage registrar office, one would assume that would mean we are here about a marriage."

"Whose marriage Ferret? Your wife finally come to her senses and divorce you so you have to marry a half blood or even worse, a muggle born?" The red haired man taunted Draco.

Scorpius raised a platinum eyebrow as Draco chuckled. "Not that it's any of your business, but my son is getting married, he has received his letter and is here for his interview. Now run along like a good little fame seeker, I'm sure Potty needs his shoes polished." Scorpius noticed the man's ears turn bright red as well as the blonde woman next to him huffed in indignation.

"Draco, Scorpius." Blaise called them from the front of the room, "Come on, they're ready for us."

Draco tilted his head ever so slightly to the man and his wife, "Weasel, Mrs. Weasel." and walked away. Scorpius chuckled after his father. Sometimes he could see what his mom said, his father was truly an ass. He caught the eye of the red haired girl who looked around his age, he winked and tossed her a famous Malfoy smirk, knowing it would piss off her dad. She looked at him in confusement and turned away.

"I feel like I need the Darth Vader theme song as we walk," Scorpius whispered to his father and Grandfather. Lucius just looked confused but Draco chuckled as they walked over to Blaise. Scorpius just grinned broadly at his grandfather and Lucius mumbled something about ridiculous muggles and a small twitch of his mouth.

The four men were escorted to a conference room where a tiny witch was sitting at the far end. She gestured for the men to have a seat while she finished glancing over the papers in front of her. The men sat and only a moment later the little witch looked up with a tight smile.

"Messrs Malfoy and Mister Zabini," The witch began, "My name is Simone Blakely, I am your mediator for these proceedings. I understand that young Mister Malfoy might have some questions as to what will be happening in the next few months."

Scorpius rolled his eyes, "You might say that. Like why am I mandated to marry when I don't live in the country, I never even come to Britain unless to see my Grandparents, I didn't even attend Hogwarts!"

Draco pinched the bridge of his nose again, "We've been over that Scorp, move it along."

"Fine," Scorpius crossed his arms like a petulant child, "Who is the lucky bint-" Blaise chuckled while Lucius shot his grandson a glare, "er, I meant young lady?"

"Before we talk about your intended, we must discuss the points of the law." She ignored the roll of Scorpius' eyes and continued, "The Marriage Law was brought back into the Wizarding community because our numbers had dwindled significantly after the last Wizarding War. We had hoped after introducing the law a few years after the war, the population would grow and we could do away with the archaic law."

"So you agree, this law is barbaric?" Draco asked, chuckling inwardly at the words he had taken straight from his wife's mouth, then shifted his legs as he remembered what they did almost directly after, she was just too beautiful during one of her long winded rants, he had to have her. She had better uses with her mouth than to continue with her dietribe.

The witch looked over at Draco, "Sir, it is neither here nor there what my personal feelings over the law is, my job is to uphold it. To continue on, we had hoped the population would stabilize, but with the most recent outbreak of Dragon Pox to hit the nation, the law has to go on." Simone looked down at her paperwork, "Now, once you have met your fiance and finalise all agreements, you will have six months to be bonded and another two years to bring children into your union. I will go ahead and bring in your bride."

The witch left the men to themselves while she walked down the hall to retrieve the bride. Scorpius felt sick to his stomach. He mentally made note of all the French girls he knew that he could get married to, but in reality, he went to Durmstrang. All the Beauxbaton girls that he knew were friends of his sister. Fifteen year olds didn't quite do it for him. He liked his girls to be… well… legal for one. Most of his parents friends had boys, maybe he should… Scorpius shook his head, no, he would rather marry a stranger than finish that thought. Cock wars did not tickle his fancy, no matter if he had gone to Durmstrang.

"Six months? That is not enough time to plan a wedding. Narcissa will have a conniption." Lucius argued. Draco just shook his head and sniggered. He knew what his father was thinking, he was thinking about the fact that Draco did not have a wedding. Draco was so in love with his witch that they had done it on the spur of the moment, three months into their relationship. Scorpius had heard all about it, his grandmother still holding out hope for a grand Malfoy wedding. He wondered if she would be able to pull it off in six months, Narcissa Malfoy was a wonder when it came to events.

The door opened and all Scorpius could see was red. Literally, the family of redheads, the Weasels?... walked in. At once the father turned even redder than his hair, Scorpius wasn't sure that was even possible, and began shaking his head.

"No, there is no way my daughter is getting married to this son of a Death Eater."

Scorpius leaned over to his father and asked, "I thought the muggle reference was son of a bitch?" Surprisingly Blaise and his father began to laugh and even Lucius began to chuckle. Looking confused, Scorpius turned his grey eyes to the red haired father, "Did you just call my father a Death Eater?"

"It's what he is," The man spat, staring daggers at Scorpius, "and my daughter will never marry into your family."

Not one to back down from a verbal sparring, he was his parents child after all, Scorpius jumped out of his chair and stared the man square in the eye, "My father was never a Death Eater, my Grandfather may have been when he was a little older than I am now, but only because his father petrified him as they put the mark upon his arm. You don't know my family and I certainly don't wish to know yours, but what are we to do? My mother has already tried anything she can think of to get my out of this arrangement, I wish she had tried harder, maybe I wouldn't be stuck with a red haired freak as a father in law!"

"Why you little-" The man reached for his wand but stopped as he felt a wand poke him in the back.

"What in the hell do you think you are doing?" A familiar voice whispered coldly behind the red haired man as he felt a point of a wand tip hit him between the shoulder blades.