Title: Mortification
Author: brissygirl
Rating: PG
Characters: Ron/Hermione, Rose/Scorpius, Hugo
Beta: hereticalvision and literaryspell
Warnings: het, coarse language, humour, teenage angst
Summary: The morning after their parents surprise anniversary party, Rose and Hugo want nothing more than to curl up and die from the embarrassment.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling and associates. I'm just having fun.
Word Count: 396
A/N: Sequel to Surprise party gone wrong, after reading through the comments left to the previous fic I had to write this. Just to torture the characters with some more embarrassment. Enjoy!
Mortification
It was the morning after Rose and Hugo had sent their parents to dinner and invited the entire Weasley family over to celebrate their parents' 30th wedding anniversary. Everyone had gathered including Rose's boyfriend Scorpius Malfoy—the only non-Weasley in attendance—and the surprise party had gone horribly, horribly wrong.
Hermione, closely followed by Ron a few moments later, entered the kitchen for breakfast the next morning. They both tried to hug and kiss their teenage children, with no success. As soon as either parent approached, both teenagers manoeuvred out of the oncoming embrace and fled the kitchen for the sanctuary of their respective bedrooms.
The party had been a fantastic success up until the happy couple had Apparated straight into their bedroom after dinner and engaged in extremely vocal lovemaking.
Rose wanted to curl up and die of embarrassment. The first time the gathered guests heard Hermione Weasley shout, "Fuck me, Ron!" and the "Harder!" that quickly followed, the siblings wanted to banish themselves to some remote, unplottable location so that they could just die from the overwhelming mortification of it all.
The screams of ecstasy that permeated the air caused scandalised looks of embarrassment on the faces of the Weasley family matriarch and patriarch and knowing smirks that morphed into full-blown grins on the faces of Rose and Hugo's uncles.
After Rose and Hugo had managed escape to their rooms Ron and Hermione looked at each other in confusion before Ron spoke the thought that was obviously running through both their heads and written all over their faces, "What the hell was that all about?"
"I have no idea, love, but they're teenagers. It could be anything."
"You're probably right. I must remember to thank them both later for such a great night last night. Mmmm… I must thank you, too; see if I can make you that vocal again." Ron leaned forward and claimed his wife's lips in a searing kiss. Their tongues tangled and fought for dominance. When a wanton moan escaped Hermione's lips and was immediately followed by a throat clearing sound in the direction of the kitchen door, where Scorpius Malfoy, stood looking highly amused at his girlfriend's parents' antics.
"Good morning, Mr and Mrs Weasley. Didn't get enough of each other last night, I see. I'll just go find Rose and leave you to it."
Fin