Part Three.

It is never nice to be the center of the glares of 30 plus angry redheads. Only Uncle Harry was trying to be at least civil to Scorpius, everyone else was making as many snide remarks as they could. He was actually shaking but doing his best to act as if none of them were bothering him. Sometimes I forgot he had his families pride buried under there, he would never let my family see that they scared him.

"What do you do Scorpius?" Uncle Harry asked just be elbowed by my dad. Then they proceeded to whisper harshly between each other until Mom sent Dad a harsh glance. I knew she was still mad at me but she had manners, or what I said to her earlier about being prejudiced actually took. I couldn't really tell.

"I work as a paper pusher in the Minster's office but I've applied for a job with the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts department."

Granddad, who had once worked there before he retired, looked offended, but Scorpius was pretty serious about it. He liked Muggle things, including, of course, cars. I tried to avoid the subject 'cause he would go on about it for hours. He had applied for the job months ago, I was pretty sure he wasn't going to get it.

It was my dad who spoke there, "Why in Merlin's name would you want to work there?"

"I think Muggle's are fascinating." He said it rather bluntly, enough so that Granddad grew even redder in the face. I was afraid he was going to jump across the table to hex him right there. Scorpius kept going unaware of my Granddad's anger, "I remember when my Mum worked in London, and she took me on the Eye, the ferrieswheel. You can see all of Muggle London from up there…."

I don't know if it was Scorpius's love of "ferrieswheels" or the fact that his mother used to take her son into muggle London that seemed to shock the rest of the clan.

"At least you didn't start talking about cars," I muttered, "And don't even ask my dad about the flying car. I mean it."

"Why can't I talk about cars?" He whispered back not quiet enough that the rest of the family didn't hear it. I swear this was the only time a Christmas dinner was ever this quiet.

"Because you never shut up about it, and I'm pretty sure no one wants to hear about that whatever it is called you got from your mum that you're restoring. I love you but you forget that you're talking to humans and go off for an hour."

He rolled his eyes and muttered something about not understanding these sorts of things. I did my best to be supportive but I really honestly had no idea what he was talking about half of the time.

"What are you lot discussing there?" My dad muttered sounding off put. Mum glared at him so he made this sort of grimace smile.

"Cars."

"Cars?" My dad and granddad repeated dumbly.

"Cars," My mother muttered rolling her eyes, "What is with men and cars? Harry?"

My uncle shrugged, "Does it look like I care about cars?"

"And thank Merlin for that!" Aunt Ginny added, while my father and grandfather stared Scorpius down, as they asked him a billion things that I could not repeat to you if I tired. Hugo took this moment to glare at me again, which I returned with no problem. It may seem like sometimes I'm just always mean to Hugo, but it doesn't help that he's a younger moodier, and slightly less crazy version of my dad. Merlin only know how my mother puts up with the both of them, I can barely stand Hugo the couple of times a week I see him. Which isn't to say that I don't love my brother, or my father, because I do, they just drive me crazy.

My family was the reason I didn't tell them about Scorpius to start with, and I've been dating the bugger since my last year of Hogwarts, nearly four years ago. Dad has this "grudges stand long" thing, which is a Weasley trait, I've noticed, so I can't blame him too much. I wasn't worried so much about how the Aunt's and Uncles, or even Hugo took it, I was most afraid of my dad. I had spent so many years being his little girl, and I'm sure he's always going to think of me that way, so I don't know how I'm going to tell him that he's about to be a grandfather.

I guess the car conversion went well, because they looked less murderous then they did before, that was until Scorpius asked my dad if they could have a chat.

"What the hell are you doing?" I hissed. "Is this so important, that you have to ruin the fact that they are now less likely to kill you?"

He was very serious with his, "Yes."

I knew it was now or never, so I asked my dad to hold on a second and dragged Scorpius into the closest space I could find, which unfortunately was the cupboard under the stairs.

"Rose, I don't think dragging me in a cupboard is going to give your parents the right impression…"

I casted a silence spell, and whispered into his ear, "Please don't make my dad too mad. I don't want him to kill you. I need you."

"I doubt your father is going to literally kill me…"

"I'm pregnant."

I'm not sure what the look on his face was since it was dark in the closet, but I could hear a "WHAT?" in return.

"Yes, so please don't make him too mad. On second thought do you really need to talk to him…."?

"I do now." He grumbled and pushed open the door.

By the time I managed to crawl out of the closet, he had already found my dad. I guess I looked like I was about to cry because my mom pulled me aside.

"Are you okay Rosie?"

"Dad isn't going to kill him, right? Because I really, really don't want him to kill Scorpius." I felt like a little girl again, compared to the almost twenty-one years I was supposed to be except I wasn't crying about James throwing my books out a window like he did when I was nine.

"We both know that your father is barely capable of figuring how to use a mobile phone, yet alone murder. About the blood judgment thing…"

"I don't understand that Mum!" I went off not knowing that she was really trying to apologize. "Do you know that the Malfoy's have less money than dad? Or that his mother was disowned for being a squib? Or that Draco Malfoy is an agoraphobic? Or maybe its just the fact that Scorpius will spend the rest of his life being judged because his grandfather, who to my best knowledge hasn't had contact with his son in about a decade?!"

"I was trying to say I'm sorry…. Draco Malfoy is an agoraphobic?"

"You know agoraphobic is someone who is afraid to leave his house."

My mother gave me one of her stop being a smart ass looks, "I know what it means Rose."

"Sorry," I grumbled, "Do you think that you can maybe not tell anyone any of that? Scorpius would be pissed." That was only part of what I said then, because I think I started talking really fast, a clear sign that I am really upset, and started muttering nonsense at one point. Sometimes I wonder how I'm a Weasley, well beyond the obvious bright red hair, because Weasley women are supposed to have fiery tempers, and be super brave, not to burst into tears in front of their mothers.

But since it was my mother I got a tight hug, "Hugo told me, it's going to be alright."

I didn't really want to admit to it so I said, "Hugo said what? 'Cause that boy is always saying something…"

"Rose."

I hated it when she did her whole say my name in a certain tone; it made me feel super guilty. "Oh, fine. I'm pregnant. The only reason Hugo knows is because he's always showing up around my flat announced, and he found the muggle test and…"

Obviously that wasn't what Hugo told her, because she was staring at me, the blood running out of her face. "That's a joke, right?"

"Err, right." I muttered but the damage was already done.

"Holy fuck." She whispered in return, before yelling rather loudly at Hugo who was walking by rather fast, I'm sure because James was behind him somewhere, trying to convince Hugo to be his test dummy. James was supposed to be twenty-two years old but him and my older cousin Fred (23) were always running around acting like children. While Uncle George and my father had chosen their successors well, they had also doomed those two to a life of never ending immaturity.

"What!" Hugo groaned. "I'm trying to run away from James. If he thinks that I'm going to…"

My mum was glaring at him, "I thought you said Rose acting weird because she lost her job?"

"Err yea. I said that, but see…"

I wanted to hug Hugo. For once he kept his promise, via a really bad lie, that I can't believe my mom believed. Even now as Mum was glaring him down he kept his mouth shut.

I rolled my eyes at him, "Don't worry. Mum already knows."

"Oh. Well Rose did threaten to cut off my penis." He grumbled pointing a finger at me. I glared at him. No hug for Hugo then.