The wedding
Title: The wedding
Author: Barbotine
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Albus/Scorpius (As/S)
Rating: G
Summary: As As/S getting married, the feeling of many members of the familly.
Set and prompt number: basic prompts #4 - feelings
Warnings: Slash, I’m french so please tell me about my writing mistake!!!!
Thanks to
magical_jen for the correction she did on the text!
Thanks also to ozymandias9 who proofread my text.
When Ron learned about the wedding, he almost had a heart attack. He was going to work, just like every Monday morning. He wasn’t used to the schedule of his new job as head Auror. Getting up early, it seemed, wasn’t good for his orientation: instead of apperating into the Minister’s apperation area he ended up in Albus’s room, where Albus and the Malfoy kid were having morning sex. As Ron fell into shock, the two boys stopped. Scorpius hid himself under the sheets as Albus jumped into this pyjama pants and looked in his uncle’s eyes.
“Uncle Ron, did I ever introduce you to my fiancé?”
“Fi…fi…fian...cé?” he asked, his face becoming as read as his hair.
“We’re getting married this summer.” Albus said, very happy.
As he collapsed, Ron hardly heard Scorpius say, “I don’t think he is feeling good.”
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The second Astoria learned about the wedding, she became thrilled with the event. She began by calling all her friends. Then she called Ginny to set up a meeting about the wedding. She already had an idea for the wedding that she wanted to discuss with her. They first met secretly; they both wanted their husbands involved in the process. More than that, they wanted their husbands to become friends.
“If they can’t get along,” Astoria proclaimed, “Christmas and birthdays and all family events will be ruined by their childish behaviour.”
Neither of the women had a good feeling about the whole friends thing, but they had to try.
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Each summer since their kids met at Hogwats, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, had been forced to meet each other. Ginny and Astoria were already talking about the wedding to come, but the two men didn’t talk. They were glaring at each other as the two women disappeared in the Malfoys’ yard.
“Merlin, I can’t believe it.” Draco Malfoy said suddenly.
Harry didn’t say a word, but he thought so too. He began to look at the hall of Malfoy Manor, ignoring the blonde. It was classy and rich. Harry thought it would be dark, but in fact it was incredibly light and beautiful.
“They are getting married.” Draco said, more for himself than for the hero in front of him.
As Harry turned to him, a house elf appeared in front of them. Harry wasn’t surprised: he had gotten used to house elves over the years.
“Thanks, Millie. We’re coming.”
Once again, Harry realized that the Draco in front of him wasn’t the same Draco he knew at Hogwarts. The selfish little bastard of a Slytherin never would have thanked a house elf. The Malfoy he new was irritable, cold and certainly not polite and kind. The boy-who-lived followed his nemesis through the manor to the yard. And again Harry was impressed. The place was wonderful and sunny and the flowers were perfect. The two mothers were waiting for their men to come are were pretty surprised to see them well. Harry took a seat on the bench near Ginny and put an arm around her back. Draco also took a place near his wife, but took care to be away from Potter.
“Now that we’re all hear today, Ginny and I came to the conclusion that it would be important to make a kind of truce.” Astoria declared.
“I suppose,” Draco consented, “that as Scorpius and Albus have decided to get married, it would be the best thing to do.”
“I suppose we can try to stop fighting for a couple of hours.” And as they obliged the two women by shaking hands, both Harry and Draco think are thinking the same thing: ‘Merlin, I don’t feel so well.’