Scorpius knew he shouldn't have been acting as calmly as he was under the furious glares of his father as he paced in front of him, a steely look on his face. Draco Malfoy might not be the same moronic shag brain he once had been he still wasn't a very patient or understanding man. He liked immediate responses to his questions and the answers had better be what he wanted to hear. Scorpius knew this of course but still he couldn't help feeling completely relaxed on the sofa in his extravagant living room. He raised his silver eyes to meet his father's which were almost exactly the same and smiled lightly, knowing he wouldn't be able to come up with a sufficient answer to Draco's question without lying. And there really was no point in lying to a Malfoy. So he just smiled and waited for the next explosion his father probably had ready for him. It came in just a few seconds.

"Well Scorpius, answer me!? Are you bloody out of your fucking mind!?"

The tone was harsh but Scorpius didn't flinch, his mind off somewhere in the clouds, swimming around memories of the past few weeks. He wandered vaguely whether or not he was out of his mind. Maybe. Ah well.

The vein on the side of his father's head was pulsing slightly and his jaw was set rigidly, his arms crossed over and his foot tapping. He was waiting. His son sighed dramatically and slumped back in his chair, not feeling at all in the mood to fight. This made his father's eyes narrow even more. Oh how much he reminded him of that bloody Fred and George Weasley and even a little bit of Teddy Lupin. Finally the younger Malfoy spoke, sounding slightly resentful behind his serene voice.

"No dad I'm not. I really don't get why you're acting like this."

"Because you're acting like a nut case, that's why!!"

Scorpius breathed in, trying to calm his blood as it boiled, irritation growing stronger as every minute he had to stay there passed.

"No. Dad. I'm. Not. I'm acting like a teenage boy who came home and told his father that there's this girl he really l-"

"She's a Weasley!!"

Draco's voice had gone into a childish whiney tone now, his face contorted with annoyance as he tried to get through to his son.

"But a girl nonetheless,"

Poking at his father's nerves was something very few people in the world would dare to do and Scorpius felt a sick satisfaction spread over him at being able to do so without the fear of being cursed; although he had doubts that that was completely crossed out by the look on his dad's face.

"The daughter of two people who could not hate me more,"

"With pretty good reas-"

"And now you come here and tell me that you're 'in love' with this girl."

"No need to use the mocking voice dad."

Draco took one look at his son with a determined expression on his face before falling backwards onto the sofa, slumping down low. Scorpius grinned at him and chuckled a little bit, relief washing over him. His father had admitted defeat, after only half an hour of lecturing and swearing. Draco sighed from beside his son and mumbled,

"I'm going to have to meet that horrible man aren't I?"

"I suppose, eventually. It'll be fine,"

"For you. He'll be all smiles to you. But he'll be whispering to Potter about what kind of curse he could use to take me down once and for all,"

"Or he'll get his wife to punch you again,"

"Where the hell did you hear about that?!"

"It was the first thing Mrs. Weasley said to me in third year while she was seeing Rose off."

"Why that wretched little-"

"My hero."

"Shut up Scorpius."

"Alright Draco."

"Don't call me Draco."

"But you just called me Scorpius."

"Yes but...oh whatever, just shut up. I'm still digesting this information."

"I still don't understand how you couldn't have seen it coming."

Draco raised his eyebrows and looked at his son, waiting for an answer.

"How the hell could anyone have seen this coming?"

"Mrs. Weasley did."

"Which one?"

"Huh?"

"Which Mrs. Weasley? Those lot breed like rabbits and then marry as soon as they possibly can."

"Something to look forward to."

"Scorpius!!"

"Too soon?"

"Just...shut up."

"It was Hermione. She saw it coming. She told me so last year. She said it was probably going to happen because Mr. Weasley had told Rose to keep away from me, making it almost inevitable. She also said she would be very happy if it did happen."

"So if we hadn't said anything to either of you..."

"We probably wouldn't have taken much notice of each other and thus, wouldn't have ended up together."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

There was silence for a few minutes as both the Malfoy men listened to the quiet noises of the house, the clock ticking, the house elves running around in the kitchen. Scorpius sighed and stretched, feeling tired. Tomorrow would be Christmas Eve, then Christmas, then another week or so, then school. And school meant Rose. He smiled widely and hopped off the sofa, bidding his silent father goodnight. He raced up the stairs, desperate to reach his bed. He could have sworn before he swung his bedroom door closed he had heard a single word spoken quietly but was clear enough to be heard in the nearly silent house.

"Fuck."