"What do you think?" Astoria Malfoy beckoned as she shimmied her hips, the beads and sequin glittering against the sunlight pouring into the dinner room. The woman was adorned in a tight green sequin dress, strapless no less, with a white satin scarf intertwining itself around her neck and arms like a snake.
"I always took you for more of the ballroom dresses type." Scorpius retorted to his mother as his head hitched to the side. "Why are you dressed up like that? Did father convince you to go to another ball?"
"Hardly." Draco scoffed as he drifted into the room, his robes flapping in a dead wind, his fingers curled around a copy of the Daily Prophet. "You're going to have a party."
"Lucky you mother." Scorpius drawled as he swiped at the prophet, both parents turning to the blonde boy and giving him amused and mischievous looks.
"No darling I'm not." Astoria mused, producing a blank look in Scorpius's eyes, before the noticeably widened.
"I am!?" Scorpius bellowed as he read the front page of the article, and began to studiously and meticulously read over every word Deena Skeeter had wrote. "Why the bloody hell am I involved in your charity work?" he incredulously demanded, his eyes wide like saucers, and his jaw hanging slack. It was normal for Scorpius to be a bit out of line, but it was also normal for the blonde to be completely forward with his thoughts.
"Language." Draco smoothed out as his scooped his arm around his wife's waist, and tilted his head back in a cock. "Well. I figured that it'd be brilliant way to show we've changed. We're no longer in the Mano-"
"Thank god." Astoria interjected.
"-r and you've been doing so well with your studies and sorting these past few years." Draco provided, as he stared at his son. It had been a wild ride for Scorpius, as the boy had been sorted promptly into Gryffindor, the first Malfoy most likely ever to be sorted into one. Scorpius had been ridiculed, humiliated, and teased to the point of tears and duels. However, the blonde was a stubborn, determined, and brave boy. Scorpius took leaps and bounds to change the image previously perceived by his grandfather and father, and began to draw out a new path for him. Shockingly enough it only took two years for the rest of Hogwarts to face the fact that while strikingly similar in looks to his father, Scorpius was not all sneers and prim Donna antics. Not that he'd ever call his father a primadonna, but frankly he thought it.
"I can't say no can I?" he perked up, grabbing that last thread of hope, and praying to the gods and Merlin that he could.
"The invitations have been sent out." Draco explained as he cut that last thread of hope and sent his son spiralling down into a low mewling whine of disdain. "Oh stop. You're perfectly fine. I've sent all invitations to presumably; soon to be fifth to seventh years, as I've never been too sure who you've clung around to now, and took the liberty to send some invitations to Beaxubaton students and Durmstrang students. At least this way you'll be making connections, the party will be full and wild, and we'll both get what we want."
"What is it I want?" he deadpanned, as he sat up straighter, boring his disapproval into his father's stormy eyes.
"To prove how wild you truly are." Draco smirked as he arched a brow, Astoria gripping his arm a bit tighter, and feeling her sigh against him.
"So that's why you're dressed up like that." Scorpius stated as he stared at his mother, finally succumbing to the defeat. "So cocktail dresses, hair cut into bobs, tuxedos, and confetti?" he asked as he scratched the underside of his chin.
"Theme wise, yes! I've even got the elves wearing some ties, it's absolutely to darling! They've agreed to ensure no trouble is caused, and will be both at your service and protection." Astoria chirped in a happily prime fashion, her arms uncurling off of Draco's, and then gliding over to her son. "Think Scorpius, you'll have the biggest party in the Wizarding world, and you're only sixteen."
"Yeah…"he muttered, as he felt his mother scoop his head into a hug, a frown sifting on his lips.
It wasn't that he didn't want to party, Scorpius was very familiar with the tradition of intoxicated behaviour and wild antics, but under the guise of not controlling the party? Well that was something altogether spookier. He ought to be appreciative he assumed, but the swell in his gut made the huge bash more of a worry than an excitement.
"You've got to go." Adelaide insisted as her hands gripped her hips tightly, staring at Albus as if he was being unreasonable, and believe her he was.
"I've tried very hard not to be around a Malfoy, talk to a Malfoy, or have a Malfoy and my name in any sort of correlation." he listed off, as Adelaide mocked the list with him, and the exasperatedly huffed out.
"The boy practically tried for your friendship, and you simply went beat red and ran the other way. I know. I was twelve." she retorted tiredly as he rounded to face the boy. "Albus you hardly go out to parties, and your brooding sarcastic Potter thing is getting old. You're coming. You're going to be my date. AND, we're going to have fun." she demanded, not letting even a huff from the middle Potter child interrupt her.
"I'll be picking you up in exactly three hours." she uttered before a crack resonated in the room, her departure no more then a snap of her apparition.
"You're actually going." two voices echoed as Albus turned on his hells to see his sister and cousin. It wasn't often that Lily and Hugo were even in the same room, but this was different. Ever since talk about Malfoy's party began to circulate through the family, all tradition began to crumple, and it left their grandmother very dishevelled. When Lily found out she insisted on coming to the Burrow, and followed suit with James and Teddy as they practically adhered to being her body guards. Somehow between then and now; Dominique and Roxanne had shown their faces, and now the Burrow was full of Weasley cousins.
"Well I mean I can't just say no." Albus echoed back as he mused with his suspenders. Al was dressed to the nines; black striped pants, black button up shirt with two buttons undone, a lemon-green blazer, and some maroon suspenders. Not to mention the boy's hair was slicked back, not enough to resemble a Greaser, but enough for volume and style to co-operate together.
"You actually look good." Hugo muttered as he waltzed into the room, formerly Charlie's room, and began padding away at Al\s clothing. While Hugo never got along with Albus, he did have this insistent need to fix everyone's clothing, and that included Albus. Even if Albus had stressed his protests.
"How'd you get your hair like that?" Lily inquired as she wondered into the room, finding the bed as her seat, and crossing one leg over the other. Both himself and James had never had much luck when it came to their hairs, Lily being the one to have luscious hair, while the boys having locks akin to a bird's nest.
"A couple charms, not that I've been practicing, but, just in case something, or anything, a part like thing…. If anything happened then I could be prepared." he stumbled on as he shifted his weight, feeling Hugo grab the collar of his blazer and tug on it.
"You could rival Louis."
"Really?" Louis chimed in as the three Weasleys turned to the door to see Roxanne and Louis standing there.
"Gods Albie! You look absolutely gorgeous!"
"This has really got to stop." Albus frowned
"Brother dearest take it in stride." Lily suggested.
"As a gay man I know he looks good."
"Whatever. So you're going?" Louis asked as he pushed through and sized his cousin up.
"Yes." Albus challenged as his green eyes slitted, appearing like a serpent's, and then abruptly leaving the room. "Wouldn't want to be late." he bit back over his shoulder, as he descended down the stairs.
Before he could so much as get a breath of air, he was met with Adelaide's and his grandmother's praises, and then was whisked out the door.
"You're here!" Scorpius called as he pushed through the masses and collided purposefully with Adelaide Zabini.
"Darling, I wouldn't miss it for the world." Adelaide drawled out as she gave Scorpius a wet kiss on the check, leaving a red lip stain on it. The girl herself was adored in a black bob, a white cocktail dress with black trimming, and gold heels.
"I didn't even want this stupid thing. "Scorpius reasoned as he scratched the back of his head, messing his gelled locks, and causing a frown to form on the ebony skinned girl's lips.
"Always wanted what you couldn't have." Albus chimed in, more suggest fully then anything else, and teetering on his heels. The green eyed boy was never sure how to go about doing things, and often just jumped into the conversation. However jumping into a conversation with a man that he'd worked hard to avoid was difficult.
"Potter." Scorpius nodded, an air of discomfort falling over them, but he was nonetheless cordial.
"Scorpius, be a love and get us some drinks." Adelaide winked.