This is about as fluffy as I get (and it's rare this ever happens, so please bear with me)! I wrote this for TheRealRavenclaw's "Chat-Up Line Challenge" over at the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges Forum. The chat-up (or pick-up) lines I received are underlined :)

This features a young Scorpius; I didn't write with a specific age in mind, but just saw him as a young teenager/tween.

Review the fluff? :3

-Jackie

The Apple Doesn't Fall Far

"Mother, can I talk to you?" Astoria looked up from her place at the kitchen table where she was replying to a few last-minute letters, the family owl perching next to her.

"What is it, Scorpius?" She laid her quill down, noticing how nervous he looked under his pale skin.

"Well," her son said as he sat in a chair next to her and withdrew a folded piece of parchment from his pocket, "there's—there's this girl I like, and I want her to notice me…so I, er, somebody gave me a few one-liners, and I want to run them by you." Scorpius had gone fully scarlet in the face, his fingers bending the parchment nervously. Astoria had to fight back an amused grin; the least she could do was smirk.

"All right then," she said, regaining composure. "Give me your best." Scorpius took a deep breath and mustered what little courage he had.

"Being without you is like being under the Cruciatus curse," he delivered proudly. Astoria had promised herself she wouldn't laugh, but an amused grunt escape and she covered her mouth with a hand.

"Don't think that one's quite right," she euphemized, removing her hand. Scorpius went redder than ever.

"Maybe I'll just—."

"No, no; continue," she said sweetly, resting her chain on her hands while holding back a grin. He swallowed the tension mounting in his throat and looked back down at his notes.

"Erm…if you were a basilisk, I wouldn't mind dying just to look into your eyes." Astoria had to laugh openly at this one and even her son joined.

"That one is pretty awful," she said.

"Well if you thought that one was bad…" Scorpius looked at his mother as his fingers shuffled the paper, wondering if he should risk the last one. He took one last glance then cleared his throat and put on his best "alluring" facial expression.

"You don't need defense against my dark arts!"

"Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy!" Astoria yelled through a huge smile, playfully hitting him on the head with a roll of parchment. He grinned, folding his sheet up again.

"All right, I get it; they're awful," he admitted.

"Awful? They're horrid! Where'd you learn such lousy lines?" Astoria teased. The two were still laughing when Draco walked in, finally home from the Ministry.

"What's all this about?" He said as his wife helped him take off his traveler's cloak.

"Nothing," Scorpius covered quickly, hiding the folded parchment in his pocket.

"Right," his father said sarcastically, catching the gleam in his son's eyes. Astoria kissed her husband, sending Scorpius hurrying from the kitchen with a gagged expression.

"Did you have a good day?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Mhm," he murmured, kissing his wife's neck. They loved each other for a while more and when they were done, Draco whispered coyly in her ear:

"Are you a dementor?" She gave him a puzzled look. "Because you just took my breath away." Astoria's laughed filled the entire kitchen at his words, and her husband kissed her again.

Every couple needs some fluff now and then, even Astoria/Draco. :3

Thanks for reading!

-Jackie