Title: Ask Your Mother
Rated T for suggestive themes
Spoilers: None. Just pretend the DH epilogue didn't happen.
"Anybody home?" Draco Malfoy called as his head appeared in the fireplace.
"Hey Dad," his daughter Rosalie replied. "Looking for Mum?"
"Is she around?"
"Hi Dad," Justin greeted as he walked by. "Mum's just in the other room. You want me to get her?"
A very wicked idea took shape in Draco's mind.
"Nah, I just had a question for her, if you wouldn't mind passing it along."
"Sure," Rosalie agreed. "What do you need?"
"Ask her what she's wearing."
Rosalie and Justin looked at one another, their faces twisted up in moue of distaste.
"Ew," they replied in unison.
A/N: This fic came into existence when I was telling Rickmanlover24601 about how weird my parents have become in their old age. Draco is my dad. Seriously. "Ask your mom what she's wearing!" Ew. I'm 28 and married. And still – Ew. He does it to torment us, I'm sure, and it's particularly effective with my 15 yr old brother.