All Tattooed.

So this is a re-do of my earlier fic, Neighbors. It is going in a vastly different direction that the original so I decided to leave the original up and post this as an all new story. The original sucked.

The re-do was inspired by the Offsprings song "Want you Bad".

Enjoy.


Reflecting on it, Ron suspected it was Albus' fault. It had been him who had made friends with Malfoy's spawn in the first place and introduced his sweet little girl to the boy.

Of course, he had only noticed the change summer of her fourth year. She had come home with stretchers in her ears, and a ring in her nose. His little girl who had balled her eyes out when getting her ear lobes pierced. Hermione had told him to relax, with magic it wasn't like was permanent if she changed her mind. At the time, he thought it was the ever rebellious Teddy's influence, he introduced to loud shouty music, after all. He didn't find the truth out till much later.

As the years went on it had gotten worse, it was no use talking to Harry, Albus was just as bad, stretchers in his ears, loud music, and jeans that looked like they needed to be cut off. Hermione and Ginny both told him that it didn't matter what the kids looked like after all, their grades we're still perfect. Rose cut her hair to above her ears fifth year and died everything but the tips black. it was very striking, but Ron was glad when he found out the color was just to wind him up, and she had kept it her normal red. He kept telling himself it would grow back, it's only hair. It didn't help much he kept imagining his little girl with pigtails and missing front teeth.

They went swimming the next summer, and Ron almost had a heart attack. Rose had a tattoo, of a bloody hippogriff, and a dragon on either shoulder blade. At least Hermione agreed with him this time, and Rose spent the rest of summer grounded, moaning about how unfair life was. The music she had played during that time had made him wish George had invented the magic speakers that worked with muggle ipods. Lord knows, his daughter knew how to blast them.

But it really took the cake when armed with a basket of blueberry muffins and lemon pie that Hermione had originally baked for him, they went to greet the new neighbors. He dropped the muffins in sheer shock when he saw Draco Malfoy staring back at him, thankfully Astonia, Malfoy's wife apparently, had managed to catch them. It was Rose who gave him the biggest shock when as they were steered into the still unpacking it's self living room, She sprinted over to Malfoy's son paused long enough to whack round the head, before giving him a huge hug.

"Why the hell didn't you tell em you were moving next door?!" Rose exclaimed, as she pulled back to look at Scorpius. Was that kids name? Ron wasn't too clear on the details, too busy pretending Draco Malfoy had just ceased to exist.

"Rose, do not swear!" Hermione injected, he and Draco were both wearing identical looks of shock, Ron cared to notice. Then he began to notice other things, Scorpius had an eagle tattooed on his bicep for instance, he also had those same god-awful strechers in his ears. To be fair, he didn't have his nose pierced, but Ron was pretty sure he could see an eye brow ring. At least, Rose hadn't gotten her eyebrow pierced. That was a plus, right?

"How the heck am I supposed to know where you live, Rose! Don't bloody hit me either,"

Ron scowled, no one was allowed to talk to his daughter like that.

"Whatever, Scorch, come see my room I need your help on tranfig homework anyway,"

Ron opened his mouth to protest this, loudly when Hermione shot him a look,

"Come Ron, Astonia is brewing tea," Ron glared at his wife, whose side was she on anyway?

"But, Rose is.." His wife had her hands on hips. Ron decided it was in his best interests to drop it.

"So, your kid has those bloody awful things all over her head as well I see, Weasley," Draco and Ron were nursing fire whiskeys as their wives traded recipes. It was the uneasy truce of men who hated each other but who now lived next door and whose wives got along. It was painful to say the least. Ron nodded miserably.

"Tattoos too," He added, Draco sighed.

"Yeah Scorpius came home sixth year with four of the buggers. That bloody eagle, a quote from Rowena Ravenclaw, a hippogriff and a dragon,"

Ron almost spat his whiskey out. "Is the Hippogriff and the dragon on his back, intertwined?!" Draco's eyes widened and he sculled back his whiskey in one go, before nodding. Matching bloody tattoos.

"Rose and Albus have the same bloody ones, Rose better not have any bloody more that she's hiding. Otherwise she can forget ever leaving home I'll ground her for life,"

"We grounded Scorpius for a whole summer, just made us grumpy in the end, all he did was blast that ruddy music," Draco stared gloomily into his empty cup, as though he wished it would just magically fill before his eyes.

"Merlin, yours too, I swore I would never ground her again after listening to that muggle garbage for two months straight" Ron couldn't believe that another parent was going through this same crap with their kid, who cares if it was Malfoy or not. He definitely felt sorry for him.

"I was so glad when he went back to Hogwarts," Draco admitted. Admitting defeat and summoning two more fire whiskey bottles from the kitchen. His wife interrupted briefly telling him off for summoning in the house. Did he not realize he almost knocked down her baby photos of Scorpius. Draco rolled his eyes and Ron bit back a chuckled because Hermione glared at him, she was very scary at times.

"Me too, thank merlin, Hugo is fairly normal,"

"Oh yeah where is your youngest brat?" This was good quality fire whiskey, Ron reflected, normally that would have bristling with rage, but coming from Malfoy at this point it was like a term of endearment.

"At Harry's, no doubt being corrupted by Harry's girl, Lily is a bit of character in a completely different way from Rose, but still a character,"

"I'm beginning to think our generation was the normal one, sure your little group had a hero complex always seemed to be chasing death., and I signed up to serve a sociopath at sixteen. But, we certainly didn't pierce ourselves, and stretch our earlobes over weird circle things,"

"I'll drink to that," Said Ron, and he did.

Teenagers nowadays certainly were scary.