Fic: Nine Crimes (Draco/Rose, 13/13)
Title: Nine Crimes
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Rose Weasley
Prompt: as you were
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,107
Summary: Draco and Rose are trapped in someone else's plan for revenge.
Link to Prompt Table: Here
Warnings: Abuse of power, dub-con, infidelity, invasion of privacy, language, some sexual content and (highlight for spoiler)minor character death in this chapter.
Notes: Thanks to queenb23more for the beta! Also, I spell it Asteria because that's how JKR spelled it on the Weasley Family Tree.
memories trapped in time
“Selling it wouldn't be right, you should take the manor.”
Using his fork to cut through his slice of cake, Scorpius took a bite, giving his wife a curious look. She shrugged as if to say, 'Why not?'
“We were hoping to move out of our flat soon,” he admitted.
“Then it's settled. We can discuss the details later.”
“I have to be honest, Mum, I was surprised to hear you were retiring.” For years, she had put off such a move, loving her job despite its many downsides. There had been frequent arguments between her and Draco over this. He wanted to move to France to expand his chain of apothecaries further into the continent and she wanted to stay in England and keep her job.
None of that seemed to matter now.
“I know but I think it's time. Besides, I didn't fancy a daily commute from Cerbère to London and back again.”
The conversation briefly lingered on the weather in Southern France this time of year before moving on to Quidditch and Hogwarts, finally settling on some of Scorpius' more memorable childhood antics. Rose let out a loud guffaw as Asteria recalled how, as a toddler, Scorpius was determined to run outside of the manor completely naked. On one occasion, he'd managed to do so before his mum had noticed and proceeded to do a little victory dance on their front garden. Despite his jokes about it, Scorpius turned pink at the story and Asteria took mercy on him, changing the subject to the Christmas when he presented her and Draco with a wishlist that was six feet long.
Rather than join the conversation, he found he was content sit back and listen. In that moment, his son's easy laughter and his wife's voice were sweeter than any music.
It had been eight days since Megaerr Bobbin had died.
After hitting him with a few hexes that left Draco lying unconscious in the dirt, Scorpius went to see Bobbin. His wife had sent Rose to find Draco. The choice had seemed odd to the both of them, though they'd been too worried about Scorpius and too uncomfortable in each other's company to properly discuss it.
When they arrived back at the manor, Asteria had been calm and gracious, nearly doting on them as she swore that Scorpius was fine and brought them drinks to “settle their nerves."
Draco hadn't been surprised when Rose fell into a dead sleep after one sip of her drink.
Then Asteria told him the truth. How she had found their son sitting on the ground outside of Bobbin's shack, head in hands as he wept. How inside, Bobbin lay dead on the floor from one Stunning Spell to the heart, the room in shambles from the fight that had taken place. How she had known as soon as Rose called her that she was going to alter her son's memory and Rose's as well.
To say he supported her plan would have been an understatement. He was grateful for the chance to return everything to how it was. While Asteria took care of Rose's memory, Draco left for Bobbin's shack. He reburied the Transfigured bone that was left of Bobbin and went over every inch of his home, cleaning every surface, and searching for any more pictures. Five hours later and with nothing found, he wondered if it was possible they had destroyed every copy.
The last thing he did before he returned home was to remove all traces of magic his son had used, clearing his wand with Deletrius and then recreating those same spells with his own wand. (He would later do the same to Asteria's wand - without her knowledge - ensuring he was the only one who could be tied back to the crime.)
As Rose and Scorpius slept - their memories altered to remember choosing to stay the night after having a few drinks and being unable to go home because the Floo Network in their flat was down for repairs - he and Asteria made plans. Their son wasn't going to Azkaban and certainly not for the likes of Megaerr Bobbin.
The possibility that Bobbin had sent the pictures to someone else hung over their heads. It could be hours or it could be days before they found out if all their trouble was for naught.
That morning the Daily Prophet made no mention of any scandals featuring the Malfoy family. There was nothing on the wireless about it and no Aurors knocking on their door. Scorpius and Rose awoke feeling fine, aside from their slight hangovers, neither having memories of the affair or what lead up to it.
Later that day, after his son and wife had left, he and Asteria fell into bed. What began as a few reassuring kisses turned into something more urgent and hungry. His wife seemed intent on making up for lost time, reclaiming him as hers. Biting, sucking, scratching, and fucking till he was spent.
The next day, Asteria informed him of her intention to quit her job to work with him and her desire to move. She gave him several reasons, her worry about pressing her luck by staying at the Ministry and her wish to "start over" chief among them. They both knew there were other reasons that didn't need to be said.
“I didn't say that,” Scorpius said in a sing-song voice, he and Rose discussing an argument they'd had last week over juggling their respective work-schedules.
Mimicking his tone, Rose chimed, “Yes, you did!”
They continued like that for a bit before dropping the matter. When Rose left to make more tea, Scorpius apologized for the small scene. “I know you didn't come here for front row seats to Variations on an Argument, Part 12.” Brow furrowed as he stared down as he plate, he continued, "I feel like we've been having the same argument but..." his voice trailed off as he struggled for an explanation. "I don't know."
As casually as he could, he glanced at Asteria, watching for her reaction. Other than her hand briefly gripping her tea cup tighter than necessary, she remained outwardly calm. She had told him that while the memories themselves could be erased, the emotions were trickier. Some could be altered or channeled into false memories. Others would just have to fade on their own, becoming more and more dreamlike as timed passed and without a specific memory to anchor them to.
Asteria set down her teacup, the sound drawing Scorpius from his thoughts. Covering his hand with her own, she smiled brightly at him. “Don't worry about it, dear. Conflicts are a part of married life. It's how you resolve them that matters.”
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Rose Weasley
Prompt: as you were
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,107
Summary: Draco and Rose are trapped in someone else's plan for revenge.
Link to Prompt Table: Here
Warnings: Abuse of power, dub-con, infidelity, invasion of privacy, language, some sexual content and (highlight for spoiler)minor character death in this chapter.
Notes: Thanks to queenb23more for the beta! Also, I spell it Asteria because that's how JKR spelled it on the Weasley Family Tree.
memories trapped in time
“Selling it wouldn't be right, you should take the manor.”
Using his fork to cut through his slice of cake, Scorpius took a bite, giving his wife a curious look. She shrugged as if to say, 'Why not?'
“We were hoping to move out of our flat soon,” he admitted.
“Then it's settled. We can discuss the details later.”
“I have to be honest, Mum, I was surprised to hear you were retiring.” For years, she had put off such a move, loving her job despite its many downsides. There had been frequent arguments between her and Draco over this. He wanted to move to France to expand his chain of apothecaries further into the continent and she wanted to stay in England and keep her job.
None of that seemed to matter now.
“I know but I think it's time. Besides, I didn't fancy a daily commute from Cerbère to London and back again.”
The conversation briefly lingered on the weather in Southern France this time of year before moving on to Quidditch and Hogwarts, finally settling on some of Scorpius' more memorable childhood antics. Rose let out a loud guffaw as Asteria recalled how, as a toddler, Scorpius was determined to run outside of the manor completely naked. On one occasion, he'd managed to do so before his mum had noticed and proceeded to do a little victory dance on their front garden. Despite his jokes about it, Scorpius turned pink at the story and Asteria took mercy on him, changing the subject to the Christmas when he presented her and Draco with a wishlist that was six feet long.
Rather than join the conversation, he found he was content sit back and listen. In that moment, his son's easy laughter and his wife's voice were sweeter than any music.
It had been eight days since Megaerr Bobbin had died.
After hitting him with a few hexes that left Draco lying unconscious in the dirt, Scorpius went to see Bobbin. His wife had sent Rose to find Draco. The choice had seemed odd to the both of them, though they'd been too worried about Scorpius and too uncomfortable in each other's company to properly discuss it.
When they arrived back at the manor, Asteria had been calm and gracious, nearly doting on them as she swore that Scorpius was fine and brought them drinks to “settle their nerves."
Draco hadn't been surprised when Rose fell into a dead sleep after one sip of her drink.
Then Asteria told him the truth. How she had found their son sitting on the ground outside of Bobbin's shack, head in hands as he wept. How inside, Bobbin lay dead on the floor from one Stunning Spell to the heart, the room in shambles from the fight that had taken place. How she had known as soon as Rose called her that she was going to alter her son's memory and Rose's as well.
To say he supported her plan would have been an understatement. He was grateful for the chance to return everything to how it was. While Asteria took care of Rose's memory, Draco left for Bobbin's shack. He reburied the Transfigured bone that was left of Bobbin and went over every inch of his home, cleaning every surface, and searching for any more pictures. Five hours later and with nothing found, he wondered if it was possible they had destroyed every copy.
The last thing he did before he returned home was to remove all traces of magic his son had used, clearing his wand with Deletrius and then recreating those same spells with his own wand. (He would later do the same to Asteria's wand - without her knowledge - ensuring he was the only one who could be tied back to the crime.)
As Rose and Scorpius slept - their memories altered to remember choosing to stay the night after having a few drinks and being unable to go home because the Floo Network in their flat was down for repairs - he and Asteria made plans. Their son wasn't going to Azkaban and certainly not for the likes of Megaerr Bobbin.
The possibility that Bobbin had sent the pictures to someone else hung over their heads. It could be hours or it could be days before they found out if all their trouble was for naught.
That morning the Daily Prophet made no mention of any scandals featuring the Malfoy family. There was nothing on the wireless about it and no Aurors knocking on their door. Scorpius and Rose awoke feeling fine, aside from their slight hangovers, neither having memories of the affair or what lead up to it.
Later that day, after his son and wife had left, he and Asteria fell into bed. What began as a few reassuring kisses turned into something more urgent and hungry. His wife seemed intent on making up for lost time, reclaiming him as hers. Biting, sucking, scratching, and fucking till he was spent.
The next day, Asteria informed him of her intention to quit her job to work with him and her desire to move. She gave him several reasons, her worry about pressing her luck by staying at the Ministry and her wish to "start over" chief among them. They both knew there were other reasons that didn't need to be said.
“I didn't say that,” Scorpius said in a sing-song voice, he and Rose discussing an argument they'd had last week over juggling their respective work-schedules.
Mimicking his tone, Rose chimed, “Yes, you did!”
They continued like that for a bit before dropping the matter. When Rose left to make more tea, Scorpius apologized for the small scene. “I know you didn't come here for front row seats to Variations on an Argument, Part 12.” Brow furrowed as he stared down as he plate, he continued, "I feel like we've been having the same argument but..." his voice trailed off as he struggled for an explanation. "I don't know."
As casually as he could, he glanced at Asteria, watching for her reaction. Other than her hand briefly gripping her tea cup tighter than necessary, she remained outwardly calm. She had told him that while the memories themselves could be erased, the emotions were trickier. Some could be altered or channeled into false memories. Others would just have to fade on their own, becoming more and more dreamlike as timed passed and without a specific memory to anchor them to.
Asteria set down her teacup, the sound drawing Scorpius from his thoughts. Covering his hand with her own, she smiled brightly at him. “Don't worry about it, dear. Conflicts are a part of married life. It's how you resolve them that matters.”