Wasn't entirely happy with chapter five edited it a bit.(feb 2016)

Chapter 6.

~The perfect family~

Ciaran picked Rose up from Malfoy Manor the next Sunday. Rose moved there together with her mum and Hugo. Hermione and Draco didn't go on honeymoon, Hermione waddled around the house, Draco called her a hauntress, she was all over the place, redecorating, having stuff moved around, unfortunately for Scorpius and Hugo she rejected help from Elves, the poor creatures were exploited enough as she put it. The boys humoured her, one moment she'd be friendly turning into a screaming banshee the next. Draco stood by her and rubbed her belly, pressing soft kisses in her neck, rubbing her back and feet whenever she needed it.

The twins weren't due for another month and a half, but her baby bump had lowered considerably the last two days, the stress of getting married subsided, Draco told anyone in the house who'd listen. Or rather he made sure they listened.

Rose rolled her eyes as Hugo and Scorpius moved a couch from one room to another, Hermione gave them instructions where to put it as Draco stood behind her, speaking soothingly at her, his hands around her waist, his fingers couldn't touch each, she was that big. "Hermione lie down and rest the healers aren't chuffed with me allowing you to roam around the house, I know you have the need to nest, but surely enough is enough!" He whispered so their boys couldn't catch him talking to her like that. Hermione rolled her eyes, thrusting her elbow inside Draco's ribs. "Don't you dare speak to me like this Draco Malfoy!" She huffed scoldingly.

The boys as Draco referred to them, looked up to their parents, this should be good, they both lowered the couch, sitting on the armrest watching Draco get an ear full. They both snickered, Draco should know better than to speak down to her, or at least she felt that was the case. Scorpius folded his arms in front of his chest, he looked to his step sibling who made himself as comfortable on the couch as he did.

"But, but..." Draco tried holding his arms up in defence, Hermione had her finger against his chest, poking it.

"I hate you Draco Malfoy, look at the state of me, you got me like this and now you're making fun of me as I try to get our home in order so the babies have a warm nest. Don't you want my babies to feel welcome in this Circe forsaken hell hole! Well!?" She shrieked like a banshee.

"They're mine as well as you stipulated, my sweet!" Draco retorted. "And I perfectly know I was the one putting them in there, I remember that time in the park, when I made us a picnic and well, you lay down on that rug, you're skirt bunched up around your thighs, so nice and creamy they were and I!" He closed the distance towards his lovely wife. Merlin he loved her so much he wanted to ravish here right here, against the wall as he had done numerous times, her breasts were so huge he...

"Draco!" Hermione looked at him glumly, her brow arched as she looked away at their boys, who both sat on the couch eagerly watching the spectacle Draco was making of himself. They saw how much he lusted after his wife. Hugo sat there a bit shell shocked, he never saw his mother as a sexual being not even when she was this heavily pregnant, he never entertained the notion how it came to be. His father had never showed any kind of affection like this towards his mother.

"Ah, picnic?!" Rose said as she came in from the kitchen, followed by Ciaran, he walked behind her holding her hand. "Ciaran and I am off!" Rose smiled broadly as she watched her mother and Draco standing close looking like Draco was ready to snog her and Hermione looked like she could hex his bollocks any minute now. Her brother watching them white as a sheet, Scorpius shining his nails on his jeans, he was bare chested and sweating a bit. He was hauling couches around, the physical labour overheated him, he just took his shirt of. Rose watched his muscles ripple. "Why is Hugo so white mum? Is he feeling sick!"

"Better not go there Rose!" Scorpius laughed. "Best not!" He watched Rose and Ciaran being comfortable around each other. She wore this new Summers-dress it was a light pale pink chiffon, a thin leather belt accentuating her thin waist, it was a button down dress, showing just enough cleavage to make it spicy but no too much to suggest anything else, it ended mid thigh, she painted her toenails and fingers in the same pink colour, hell she even wore some kind of faint pink lip gloss. Her shoes high wedged open sandals, ribbons tied around her ankles and calves. She never looked as girlie as she did now. She never showed effort in dressing up. Ciaran must've made her want to look girlie. He imagined her sitting on a rug her dress riding up, showing her inner thighs, the ones he gladly laved with his tongue, remembering he'd been there numerous times before.

"Ahem, Rose, I think we better get going Rose!" Ciaran watched Scorpius gaze darken the longer Rose exposed her exquisite form, he thought Scorpius lusted after his date, he wasn't sure until now. Scorpius licked his lips looking at his date, he didn't like it one bit. He was glad he was the one taking her out, Rose Weasley, the daughter of two thirds of the Golden Trio, very delectable creature, smart, sexy minx, he Ciaran Cullen was one lucky bastard.

"Ehm, yes Ciaran, you're right!" She gave him a small peck on his cheek, she watched his mood darken as he watched Scorpius, hell she could feel Scorpius eyes on her form, he checked her out like a famished wolf, she could feel her privates starting to tingle, he looked like he'd have here right under her mothers nose. Her nipples peaked against her dress. She'd forgone a bra as it was very hot out there and it would've looked ridiculous under this dress, she doubted it was a wise thing to do know as even Ciaran looked at her in a funny way. Lily send her the dress amongst other items as she didn't own anything appropriate for a picnic date.

The couple moved along the corridor towards the room where they could apparate out. Before they opened the door, Ciaran asked her to twirl for him, he wanted to see how her skirt flared around her. Rose indulged him, holding his fingers above her head as she twirled. Ciaran laughed a genuine smile. Rose was glad she did as he asked her. He rewarded her with a peck and moved his arm around her waist as they made their way into the room.

"Oh, yuck!" Hugo said, he felt nauseated at the display at the end of the corridor, Rose behaved like a mindless babbling girl around that bloke. He looked over to Scorpius who looked like he could murder someone with his bare hands., his hand white knuckled around his wand in his back pocket.

"Hermione excuse me for interfering, but please would you oblige my dad, the bloke likes too pamper his overly pregnant Lady... And even when I don't mind hauling furniture around, I think Hugo and myself would be allowed some leisure time, as it is scorching hot!" Scorpius wiped sweat from his brow showing his step mother how warm it was. He put his hands in his sides waiting for her reaction.

Hermione gaped at Scorpius like a fish on dry land.

"Yeah mum, indulge Draco and tell us where to stick this couch I could do with some cold pumpkin juice!" Hugo added finely, he was glad he could call the platinum blond his brother, he knew how to sweet talk a lady, he'd watch him maybe he could learn something there.

"Oh all right it seems like the boys are ganging up on the pregnant lady, I get it!" Hermione huffed, raising her arms towards the ceiling, "men! Not to be trusted the lot of them!" She sighed as she walked away, waiting a few steps, crooking her finger, beckoning Draco too follow, which the man jumped too as he watched her sly smile.

"Fuck, Scorpius, they look like they're up to no good, I'm ruined!" Hugo made a shuddering movement with his back as he held his finger in his mouth, making retching sounds.

"Come Hugh, let's put this ghastly piece of furniture back where it originated!" Scorpius laughed out loud. Scorpius tried but couldn't erase the image from his mind, Rose twirling for that git, he saw her pink silk and lace knickers under her dress. He bet Ciaran saw it too.

Hugo counted to three, Scorpius lifted the couch and moved it back into the library. Rose movement fixed on his retina.

This is a nice place Rose sighed as she landed alongside Ciaran to where he apparated them, he told her he knew just the perfect spot. They where in the middle of the Scottish Highlands. Ciaran descended here, his family belonging to a long line of Scottish wizards, they fought along Braveheart or something, Rose remembered he told her. She adored the scenery, Hogwarts was located some 100 miles away and Malfoy Manor wasn't that far away as well. Ciaran pulled her into his chest, kissing the top of her head.

"Mmmm, baby, beautiful isn't it?" He sighed closing his eyes, smelling her hair.

Rose felt a bit apprehensive, he was very touchy feely with her, overbearing treating her like she was some kind of China doll. She saw how angry Scorpius was as she twirled for Ciaran, wishing she hadn't done it, she felt stupid. She wasn't that kind of girl, she was strong and independent, she could vent for herself.

Ciaran found a perfect spot, he spread the blanket and sat down opened

the basket and began setting the dishes on the fabric.

Rose stood there like a statue looking into the distance, seemingly admiring the view, which was beyond magical, the air was also crisp, it was a few degrees cooler than it was at the Manor, a slight breeze cooling the air. But she wasn't admiring the scenery no, she let her mothers interaction with Mr. Malfoy sink in her brain, they were in love, very much so, she could see that she was happy for them, but her heart broke thinking about what she and Scorpius could have. She never gave it a lot of thought she was so young and Scorpius felt like a childhood infatuation, but it wasn't that it was more.

"Rose?" Her thoughts were interrupted by a stern voice behind her.

"Uhm, what?" Her voice sounded distant. She finally gave him the curtesy of looking at him, Ciaran thought angrily, he went to a lot of trouble for her, preparing lunch, he was a good cook if he said so himself. Rather he hated others interfering with ingredients or food wasn't prepared to his standards so he prepared his own, he didn't frequent the restaurant at work or went out eating, he didn't trust anyone enough to produce anything he had to put in his mouth. Vegetables need to be fresh, meat and fish the specific amount of time to bake, griddle, poach or cook. No he just couldn't leave it up to others to manage his intake.

"Oh, that looks good!" Rose said as she sank down on the blanket opposite Ciaran, folding her legs under her, she untied the ribbon of her shoes, she couldn't sit down comfortably with them strapped to her legs and feet.

Ciaran filled a plate and handed it to her, she would have small portions, he couldn't have his lady swell up like a pumpkin, it wasn't right. Rose gave him a funny look when he presented her, her plate. Okay right she wasn't accustomed to chivalry then, he mused. He was well aware she was an independent soul, but he couldn't let her treat him like he was a pig for not being a man with impeccable manners. She went to Hogwarts they treated girls equally to boys, he huffed. He went to Durmstrang luckily, chivalry along with being amongst other boys were taught that women where different species altogether, and then for those Malfoy men, oafs really. One of them snatched away his beacon of light, luckily she had a daughter.

The plate and its content looked absolutely stunning Rose observed after the initial shock of Ciaran serving her a plate filled with small bites of his food. She tried not to shovel it in as Ciaran himself ate it with small bites, almost nibbling on his food. He looked happy with himself. "Oh, before I forget, I have some champagne as well_" Her rummaged around the hamper, retrieved two flutes and a perfectly chilled bottle French Champagne, a Demi Sec he called it, because he didn't know if she liked it tangy.

Rose held the flutes as Ciaran popped the cork and poured the golden bubbly liquid.

"Here's to a perfect Summer lunch and a very perfect date!" Ciaran clinked his glass softly against Roses.

"Mmmm..." Rose tried to agree silently. Something about Ciaran sat not right with her, he was the perfect host and gentleman with her, he lavished her with compliments, but he left no opportunity to knock her down. He called her the perfect beauty and brains, bur told he he didn't like girls to brainy because they had no need for it, he complimented her figure, but when she asked for more food he told her she shouldn't ruin her figure by indulging in stuffing her face. (No need to ad pounds to your delicate waist as he put it)

When the meal was done he vanished the dishes, lied down on the blanket, motioning for Rose to lie beside him. He got her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. He did that a lot.

Ciaran, liked Rose's pale pink dress, but it was a tad bit too short, it would do for now when they were alone but when in public it was a scandalous length, a Lady should dress properly, skirt not above knees and certainly not as exposed at the top. He'd show her what he liked for her when she agreed to be his girl friend. He leaned to his side, watching her ethereal beautiful face, dusted with freckles, plump lips, her red curls springy but glossy. He leaned his knuckles against her cheek. "You're very beautiful baby!" He whispered before leaning over her grasping her lips gently with his. He swiped her lower lip with his tongue, she tasted of champagne, good, he liked that. Very much.

Rose breathing fluttered, feeling a tongue against her lip, it wasn't unpleasant but it wasn't Scorpius either. No, she should forget him and give Ciaran a chance. She pulled him closer, nipping his lower lip with her tongue, they met in the middle, their tongues touched. Ciaran retreated, patting her wrist with his hand. They lied next to each other in the sun, he never went further with her that day, he behaved chaste, the perfect gentleman.

I'm getting in the story again, as I let you know I wrote this one before and all was lost when my I-pad crashed. Do you like the banter between Scorpius and Hugo? I'm feeling a bit more enticed in being descriptive again, but it still lacks some.