Grandpa of the Year
Title: Grandpa of the Year
Author:thenerd1026
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 975
Warning(s): Past mentions of mpreg?
Summary: Lucius loves his grandchildren...he does!
A/N: I just had to write some more of H/D family :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. This was for fun, no profit is being made
Lucius Malfoy was the greatest grandfather in the history of grandfathers. After all, he had superior breeding, copious amounts of money, and the most endearing, charming, loving grandchildren he could ever hope for.
It certainly made his job of Grandpa of the Year easier.
Unless they behaved like their other father who had unfortunately passed along some of his less sophisticated, inferior genes.
Currently, Albus Malfoy-Potter was showing some of his caveman-like DNA as he stomped his foot and wailed-wailed-in his grandfather’s face, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Lucius silently cursed Potter-well, not so much silently since his shouts could be heard throughout the manor, “Fucking Potter that blithering idiot. I’m going to kill him. Buggering hell!”
“Oh,” little Scorpius bellowed as he jumped up and down on the couch, his messy blond hair falling into his green eyes. “Gwampy sweared! Gwampy sweared!” He pointed an accusing finger at the blond man and jumped harder.
“You have to put a sickle in the swear jar,” Jamie ordered from his broom-his broom that he was flying around the room just out of his grandfather’s reach, the blond man’s wand tucked away in the brunette’s pocket. “Dad’s going to be so mad when he finds out. He always threatens to spank Daddy when he swears.”
And Lucius did not need that mental image. He wanted to Scourgify his brain. Scratch that, he wanted to Obliviate himself.
“Gwampy’s gonna get a spanking! Gwampy’s gonna get a spanking!” Scorpius sing-songed, bouncing precariously close to an antique vase shaking on the sidetable.
That was when Lilly, sweet little Lilly, knocked her plate to the floor, not before tossing some of her mushed carrots across the room followed by a handful of peas that hit Lucius’ neck with a SMACK!
“Bloody-” Lucius shut his mouth and counted to ten, his nostrils flaring as his little angels revealed that they were, in fact, demon spawn. He blamed Potter. His little babies were powerless to the Potter genes. “For the love of Merlin,” he shrieked and stared down each of his grandchildren with his patented Malfoy sneer.
Scorpius stuttered his jumping and Jamie froze in mid-air, but Albus-his little Alby-was still screaming his head off, throwing the tantrum to end all tantrums.
Alby’s ear-shattering cries sounded so violent that Lucius was concerned for the little tyke’s health. Once or twice he thought his grandson would swallow his own tongue during the course of his little fit.
To make matters worse, Albus was inconsolable. He cried when Lucius tried to cuddle him, he kicked and hit when the blond tried to bribe him with food, candy, and galleons, and he even tried to bite his grandfather when the man got too close. Instead, he stood in the middle of the room sobbing like someone had just told him that Santa had died.
Needless to say, Lucius wanted to Aveda Kedavra himself, but he couldn’t because Jamie was flying around the room again with his stolen wand.
There was a blaring crash from the other side of the couch, making Lucius groan in exasperation. It’s not like Lucius ever really liked that vase anyway-it had been a gift from Narcissa’s sister, but-buggering hell-his babies were out of control.
He ran his fingers through his thinning hair and pulled at the ends, eliciting soft giggles from his grandchildren-well, all of them except for Albus.
Suddenly the fireplace flared green and a smarmy git stepped through the flames. Potter shot him an apologetic grin, ducking his messy head complete with a bird’s nest for hair and ash and soot smeared into his skin. Couldn’t the man go anywhere without making an idiot of himself? He still didn’t understand what Draco saw in him and they had been together for well over a decade.
“Accio wand,” Potter muttered, holding out his hand as Lucius’ wand streamed across the room. “Jamie, down,” he ordered, his son immediately obeying as Potter took in the sight of the room. The arrogant prat. He waved his arm and vanished the broken vase before fixing Scorpius with a quelling glare, stopping the boy mid-bounce. Stalking further into the room, Potter cleared away Lily’s plate and splattered food, replacing the mess with transfigured toys for the infant who giggled in turn.
When the other three children were quietly playing, firmly planted on the floor and not flying or jumping in the air, Potter made his way over to his small clone. “Alby,” he whispered gently, his son stretching out his arms and racing over to his father, clinging to his legs like his life depended on it. “We’re so sorry,” he murmured and knelt down so that he could hug his son, the little brunette snuggling into the man’s broad chest. “We forgot and that’s no excuse,” he said, rubbing soothing circles into the boy’s back.
Albus hiccupped and nuzzled his father’s shoulder.
“Please forgive me,” Potter pleaded and kissed the top of Alby’s head.
Lucius watched as his son-in-law flicked his wand in the air in an intricate pattern and produced a stuffed animal. But to the Malfoys, Potters, Weasleys, and Malfoy-Potters, they knew it was so much more than a toy, it was Albus Malfoy-Potter’s best friend. He never went anywhere without his little pumpkin bear.
“Pumpkin Bear,” Albus squealed in delight, and cuddled the toy as tightly as possible. He giggled, kissed his father on the cheeks, and ran to join his siblings playing silently on the floor.
“Daddy,” Scorpius called from his spot next to Jamie and Albus, “Gwampy sweared.”
“He did what?” Draco screeched as his head poked through the fireplace.
“Is he going to get a spanking?” Jamie asked and smiled a particularly devilish little smile.
“Where’s Cissy,” Lucius growled and stormed from the room. “It’s her turn with the children.”
Author:thenerd1026
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 975
Warning(s): Past mentions of mpreg?
Summary: Lucius loves his grandchildren...he does!
A/N: I just had to write some more of H/D family :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. This was for fun, no profit is being made
Lucius Malfoy was the greatest grandfather in the history of grandfathers. After all, he had superior breeding, copious amounts of money, and the most endearing, charming, loving grandchildren he could ever hope for.
It certainly made his job of Grandpa of the Year easier.
Unless they behaved like their other father who had unfortunately passed along some of his less sophisticated, inferior genes.
Currently, Albus Malfoy-Potter was showing some of his caveman-like DNA as he stomped his foot and wailed-wailed-in his grandfather’s face, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Lucius silently cursed Potter-well, not so much silently since his shouts could be heard throughout the manor, “Fucking Potter that blithering idiot. I’m going to kill him. Buggering hell!”
“Oh,” little Scorpius bellowed as he jumped up and down on the couch, his messy blond hair falling into his green eyes. “Gwampy sweared! Gwampy sweared!” He pointed an accusing finger at the blond man and jumped harder.
“You have to put a sickle in the swear jar,” Jamie ordered from his broom-his broom that he was flying around the room just out of his grandfather’s reach, the blond man’s wand tucked away in the brunette’s pocket. “Dad’s going to be so mad when he finds out. He always threatens to spank Daddy when he swears.”
And Lucius did not need that mental image. He wanted to Scourgify his brain. Scratch that, he wanted to Obliviate himself.
“Gwampy’s gonna get a spanking! Gwampy’s gonna get a spanking!” Scorpius sing-songed, bouncing precariously close to an antique vase shaking on the sidetable.
That was when Lilly, sweet little Lilly, knocked her plate to the floor, not before tossing some of her mushed carrots across the room followed by a handful of peas that hit Lucius’ neck with a SMACK!
“Bloody-” Lucius shut his mouth and counted to ten, his nostrils flaring as his little angels revealed that they were, in fact, demon spawn. He blamed Potter. His little babies were powerless to the Potter genes. “For the love of Merlin,” he shrieked and stared down each of his grandchildren with his patented Malfoy sneer.
Scorpius stuttered his jumping and Jamie froze in mid-air, but Albus-his little Alby-was still screaming his head off, throwing the tantrum to end all tantrums.
Alby’s ear-shattering cries sounded so violent that Lucius was concerned for the little tyke’s health. Once or twice he thought his grandson would swallow his own tongue during the course of his little fit.
To make matters worse, Albus was inconsolable. He cried when Lucius tried to cuddle him, he kicked and hit when the blond tried to bribe him with food, candy, and galleons, and he even tried to bite his grandfather when the man got too close. Instead, he stood in the middle of the room sobbing like someone had just told him that Santa had died.
Needless to say, Lucius wanted to Aveda Kedavra himself, but he couldn’t because Jamie was flying around the room again with his stolen wand.
There was a blaring crash from the other side of the couch, making Lucius groan in exasperation. It’s not like Lucius ever really liked that vase anyway-it had been a gift from Narcissa’s sister, but-buggering hell-his babies were out of control.
He ran his fingers through his thinning hair and pulled at the ends, eliciting soft giggles from his grandchildren-well, all of them except for Albus.
Suddenly the fireplace flared green and a smarmy git stepped through the flames. Potter shot him an apologetic grin, ducking his messy head complete with a bird’s nest for hair and ash and soot smeared into his skin. Couldn’t the man go anywhere without making an idiot of himself? He still didn’t understand what Draco saw in him and they had been together for well over a decade.
“Accio wand,” Potter muttered, holding out his hand as Lucius’ wand streamed across the room. “Jamie, down,” he ordered, his son immediately obeying as Potter took in the sight of the room. The arrogant prat. He waved his arm and vanished the broken vase before fixing Scorpius with a quelling glare, stopping the boy mid-bounce. Stalking further into the room, Potter cleared away Lily’s plate and splattered food, replacing the mess with transfigured toys for the infant who giggled in turn.
When the other three children were quietly playing, firmly planted on the floor and not flying or jumping in the air, Potter made his way over to his small clone. “Alby,” he whispered gently, his son stretching out his arms and racing over to his father, clinging to his legs like his life depended on it. “We’re so sorry,” he murmured and knelt down so that he could hug his son, the little brunette snuggling into the man’s broad chest. “We forgot and that’s no excuse,” he said, rubbing soothing circles into the boy’s back.
Albus hiccupped and nuzzled his father’s shoulder.
“Please forgive me,” Potter pleaded and kissed the top of Alby’s head.
Lucius watched as his son-in-law flicked his wand in the air in an intricate pattern and produced a stuffed animal. But to the Malfoys, Potters, Weasleys, and Malfoy-Potters, they knew it was so much more than a toy, it was Albus Malfoy-Potter’s best friend. He never went anywhere without his little pumpkin bear.
“Pumpkin Bear,” Albus squealed in delight, and cuddled the toy as tightly as possible. He giggled, kissed his father on the cheeks, and ran to join his siblings playing silently on the floor.
“Daddy,” Scorpius called from his spot next to Jamie and Albus, “Gwampy sweared.”
“He did what?” Draco screeched as his head poked through the fireplace.
“Is he going to get a spanking?” Jamie asked and smiled a particularly devilish little smile.
“Where’s Cissy,” Lucius growled and stormed from the room. “It’s her turn with the children.”