Driablllle 6: Be Careful What You Wish For

Rating: M

~950 words

Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy delivered the news on the day of their graduation from Hogwarts: they were getting married.

The unanticipated declaration sent their respective families into shock better than a bolt of lighting ever could. Married! Rose and Scorpius! No one had even heard they were dating!

After hours of tears and explanations, curses and hexes, hopeful inquiries about love potions and desperate ones about the imperius, their parents were forced to accept the inevitable: the young couple was in love.

And not just any kind of love, but the sick, doe-eyed, head-over-heels version that comes to maybe two couples out of fifty. Rose saw only Scorpius; her heart beat for him. Scorpius, on his end, couldn't imagine a life without Rose and would fight for her till the day he died.

No parent can stand before that.

So the Weasleys and the Malfoys grudgingly accepted the union, but that did not mean they accepted each other. Oh, they let Rose and Scorpius be, but the animosity between old school rivals grew to unimaginably toxic heights. Ron and Draco detested each other with a fervor; Hermione couldn't keep biting remarks off her tongue, to which Draco responded with equally cold sneers. Astoria tried to stay out of things, but her marriage to Draco made her take his side as a matter of principle more often than not.

Any kind of marriage planning or family get-together was inescapably ruined. The parents would yell, hiss, scream and hex each other to oblivion. It got so bad that poor, innocent Rose Weasley actually fainted on one occasion.

Did the mutual loathing diminish in any way?

Maybe. Just a little, but not enough. The hatred simmered beneath, like a badly brewed potion about to explode. And if that happened at the marriage ceremony…

Something had to be done.

It was Lily Potter that came up with the idea. Sorted into Slytherin, the girl was the epitome of cunning, and the other children – Albus, James, Hugo, and, most importantly, Rose and Scorpius – quickly decided her plan to be the most brilliant thing they'd ever heard. Just...brilliant!

Rose figured out how to do the magic (she was as studious as her mother had been), and the trap was set.

Ten days before the wedding, Scorpius lured his parents to the Weasley's home, while Rose stood outside, casting magic on the house.

"It's a modified reverse-fidelius charm!" Scorpius yelled from outside the doorway right after informing the parents of their devious plan. "Instead of no one getting in, it prevents you from coming out! It will only stop working once you manage to exhibit some level of tolerance towards each other. Good luck!"

And then he shut the door, locking everyone in. Draco, Astoria, Hermione and Ron were now stuck together, unable to get out. Oh, boy…

The living room was destroyed in a matter of minutes. The kitchen followed soon after, then the pantry, the upstairs bedroom, the guest room and, finally, the main dining room saw its gloomy end. By evening, the four individuals were exhausted. They slumped in opposite corners of the room, bits of wood and glass strewn all around. There was no energy left to fight.

It was then that Draco spied the bottle.

Somehow, it had survived through all the fighting, and it held a copious amount of liquor. Good liquor, too.

Naturally, Draco took it.

Ron and Hermione, dully observing the inadmissible appropriation of their property, expressed their outrage by crawling over, as they were simply too tired to do anything else. Draco shot them a look, and then graciously decided to share the aged whiskey, which disappeared in a mere twenty minutes.

That was a real tragedy, but then another bottle was found. Hallelujah.

In one hour, the four adults were laughing uproariously. Under the influence of alcohol, everything became funny. Hermione slapping Draco in third year? Hilarious. Potter defeating the Dark Lord? Priceless. Ron kissing Astoria on a dare? That was…

Kind of hot, actually.

Then Ron's hands dipped into Astoria's blouse, squeezing the mounds of flesh within, and she giggled breathlessly. Hermione was too preoccupied with Draco to notice. Their tongues battled together, her fingers in his hair, until she pushed him down, down, to where he pressed his lips to one of her ankles, and then she placed her other foot on his head, offering him a generous view of her thighs.

She found that she quite liked him there: down at her feet, worshiping them.

But then he was back up, and her skirt was hitched up, and Astoria was already moaning under Ron, and…

. . . .

. . . .

The modified reverse-fidelius charm fell around midnight. The children had been sitting around, waiting for this to happen for hours. Finally, the spell had deemed their parents' attitudes towards each other 'tolerable'! Finally! Their plan had worked!

Rose was so proud of her mum and dad. She knew they had bad history with Draco, but she always believed they could get through it. And she was right – the magic had just proved it so!

Eyes brimming with tears of happiness, Rose rushed into the house to hug her parents. Her marriage to Scorpius would be perfect now. Everyone would get along. It was all she ever wished for.

She ran into the dining room, absentmindedly registering some weird noises, moans and squelching sounds, but it was too dark to make anything out.

"Lumos," Rose whispered, still floating on her happy cloud. She couldn't wait to see her parents. Couldn't wait to express her glee.

She couldn't...oh, Merlin, NO!

Rose Weasley screamed. She screamed so loud that the windows shattered, but that didn't help. What she saw would stay with her forever, and it really was her fault.

Because you should always be careful what you wish for.

"Rose and scor get married lock parents into room swingers horror" is the phrase from which this terror came from. I wrote it down at 2:30 AM, as the idea came to me, again, just on the verge of sleep.

Oh, and Happy Turkey Day. I had to help make like 5 gazillion pelmeni (dumplings). Yaayy...