A/N: Not giving up yet. Yeah, I'm still writing. Though it's almost done, just to warn you. Also, there's a whole lot of drama in here. Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 11: The Best Laid

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Uh… Selena." I reached under the covers, looking desperately for my pants. She wasn't supposed to be here. She was in France. Scorpius told me today, that she was in France.

"Are you seriously fucking kidding me, Draco?" she shouted, her eyes scrunched up tight. It was her angry face. She did it a lot. But this was definitely an intense one.

She stormed forward and pulled off the covers, leaving both of us exposed on the bed. Helpfully, it exposed my boxers and I slipped them on. Rose, for her credit, calmly sat up, looking entirely unafraid of my wife turning several colors.

"Yes. Yes, Selena, this is a joke. Ha ha. Isn't it funny?"

"How old is she? How old are you?"

"Twenty-four," she said. Still naked.

"Twenty-four. She's twenty-fucking-four, Draco! She's Scorpius's age! Our son's age!"

"Yes, I know," I said, standing up to try to calm my crazy wife down. "Look, I know this looks bad. But – "

"But!" She reached out and threw the first thing she touched at me. It happened to be a miniature cauldron. It did not feel good when it bounced off my stomach. "But! But but but!"

Yeah, she was hysterical. I reached for my wand, hoping to diffuse the situation. Well, actually, to put up a shield charm in case she threw something else. "But it's not like you weren't doing the same thing in France."

"With a twenty-three year old?" she screeched.

"Twenty-four," Rose said from the bed. She was still naked. In fact, she was lounging on the bed, arms crossed behind her head to show off just how genuinely gorgeous and young she really was.

"You're not helping." I muttered. She shrugged.

"Of course she's not helping. She fucking owled me, you moron! You're so stupid! How could you get played by this – this –"

"Bimbo?" Rose suggested.

"You – seriously?" Rose called Selena? She played me? She. Played. Me.

"Or perhaps mastermind," she said, smirking. She thought it was funny

"No. I'm joking. Isn't it funny? Ha ha," Selena yelled.

"Really?" I asked Rose, not able to wrap my head around it. She did this to me.

Rose nodded, raising an eyebrow and looking at me like I'm an idiot.

Selena started reaching for something else, and I readied myself to cast the charm. "This is a fascinating revelation, but are you seriously –"

And then Ron Weasley walked in. "Malfoy, what do you want? And why are you naked?" And then he saw his naked daughter. "Rose Michelle Weasley, what the hell are you doing?"

Rose was no longer nonchalant. "DAD!" The scream was delayed, to took her so long to grasp the horror of the situation. She scrambled for the sheet, pulling it up to her chin. And I almost felt bad. Almost.

And then I saw the familiar shades of red and purple cross Weasley's face. This was it. "Must be terrible, Weasley. You raise her from an infant. You're baby girl. And here she is, throwing it all away. To me."

"I'll fucking kill you, Malfoy," he growled.

"I just took it all away from you, you pansy-ass-"

"Is this why you did this!" Selena shrieked. "You chucked our marriage in the garbage so you could get back at this creep?"

"Hang on," Rose said. "You told him to come here?"

"Don't even start with me," I said, fully enjoying the expression on Weasley's face. This was why. This was why I was here. This is why I spent all this time. I had lived the last thirty years, waiting to get back at Ron Weasley.

"Mom?" came the voice from the hallway. Scorpius walked in, sleepy-eyed. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, honey," Selena gasped. Of course she'd be worried about him. She still treated him like he was a child, even though he wasn't. He was in a band, for Merlin's sake. "You should go. You don't really need to see-"

"Dad. Oh. Weasley?" That "Weasley" was, of course, referring to Rose, lying on the bed, sheets pulled up to her chin, but her amazing silhouette still visible through the sheet.

"Fuck. Malfoy," she said, turning even a deeper shade of red. Seemed like everyone in the room was turning other colors. And then everyone started shouting.

"Rose, put on your clothes," Weasley said.

"Yeah, I would but then I'd have to stand up," she shot back.

"I can't believe you, Draco. Can't you see-"

"Well do something, Rose! I can't believe you would-"

"I told you. I warned you. You bastard-"

"It's not a big deal. I still love you, babe."

"I'm an adult, Dad."

"How can you fucking tell me you love me? If you did-"

"She's just a slut. Why are we making such a big deal about this whore?"

My fist acted without a thought. It flew out, and punched my son in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. It felt righteous. And then it stung like hell.

"DRACO!"

"What the fuck, Malfoy?"

I stared down at my son. He looked up at me, his hand covering his jaw, disbelief furrowed in his brow.

"Sorry," I muttered, and turned away from his accusing eyes. I saw Rose staring at me. She had sat up, her sheet still pulled across her body. She looked into my eyes, shocked. Her mouth was open, and I felt like she knew why. In that moment, she was silent. And she understood.

And that was so wrong. "I gotta go," I said.

And I walked out, leaving my wife fawning over my son, Weasley yelling at his daughter, and Rose's green eyes staring at the door, knowing why I had hit my son.

I walked out to the lake, and stood in the foot prints from earlier. Under the tree, remembering a few hours ago when I was enjoying the company of Rose. Before everything went to hell. And I kind of missed it.

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