"Dad?" A twenty three year old Scorpius Malfoy asked walking into his father's study one day.
"Oh hello...I didn't hear you floo in." Draco greeted him.
"Yeah...I need some advice."
"About what?"
"Well...Rose is...I mean Rose and I are..."
Draco took his glasses off and looked at his son.
"Scorpius I already know you and Rose are engaged." Scorpius shook his head.
"No-no...I mean...we're pregnant." Draco dropped the book and glasses he was holding.
"What?" Scorpius fidgeted uncomfortable.
"Rose is having our baby?"
"H-h-how?"
"Dad, I think you know how."
"Shut up Scorpius, you know what I meant. So you couldn't wait till AFTER the wedding?" Scorpius shook his head.
"Did you use the spell?"
"Yeah."
"So what happened?"
"Guess it didn't work!"
Draco took a deep breath. "Alright, so what do you need advice on?"
"Well...we're going to tell her parents tonight at dinner. Actually we're telling her whole family tonight at dinner." Draco nodded.
"And I know mum's step dad didn't exactly like you so..." Draco chuckled.
"You're asking me how to break the news to Weaslebee aren't you?"
Scorpius nodded.
"Well...I say just go for it and if he tries to hit you, fight back." Scorpius rolled his eyes.
"What?" Draco asked innocently.
"I'm going to ask mum."