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leashy_bebes) wrote2011-07-16 05:47 pm
leashy_bebes) wrote2011-07-16 05:47 pm
fic: O, Children [1/1]
Title: O, Children
Rating: G
Pairing: James Sirius/Scorpius, (platonic) Harry/Hermione
Summary: On his wedding day, Scorpius gets to grips with some of the odder Potter traditions.
Notes: I've been meaning to write this since I saw DH1. Off to see part 2 tomorrow so I thought I should finally get around to it. Technically part of the Getting There 'verse, but could stand alone as a little fluff-let
Disclaimer: JKR's, not mine.
Word Count: ~700
The sky above the marquee is starting to darken, the last pink fingers of sunset fading. Fairy lights are bobbing throughout the marquee and outside in the Manor's large gardens. Music is filling the night from nowhere, and there's laughter on the air.
Scorpius feels a little fuzzy from accepting champagne toast after champagne toast and he can't help sneaking looks at the pale gold ring on his fourth finger, shining in the flickering candlelight. Below it a swatch of silk from the handfasting is knotted clumsily around his wrist (he remembers James's hands shaking horribly as he did it) and it gives him a quiet thrill to know that James wears matching symbols of their union.
Part of Scorpius still can't believe they've managed it. They've overcome ancient laws of heredity (thank you so much great-great-great-whatever-grandfather Brutus), the bitching and gossiping of wizarding society, not to mention the whole Potter-Malfoy thing. And his own parents have gone from looking like they'll pass out (mother) or start smashing the place with accidental magic (father) at the mention of James's name. Scorpius thinks that was more to do with 'Potter' than 'James' at least in this father's case.
But James is, as Scorpius doesn't tire of reminding him, a charming bastard. And either that, or the importance of putting up a united front when The Prophet wondered whether the Malfoys were up to their old tricks regarding unforgivable curses (because without Imperius, James wouldn't have touched him with a bargepole being the inference). Whatever the cause, Scorpius's parents have warmed to the idea enough that they insisted on having the wedding held in the grounds, and –
From where he's sat leaning against James, their seats pushed close together, Scorpius spies what's surely an impossibly sight. "Merlin's beard, is that – "
James laughs and squeezes his hand. "My father-in-law is dancing with your mother-in-law."
"God, that sounds strange."
Scorpius turns to press a kiss to James's cheek before he looks back out over to where his father is guiding Ginny Potter around the dancefloor in a pretty flawless waltz. She looks – they both look happy, and Scorpius is inexplicably proud of his father. Ginny laughs and Scorpius says to James,
"I didn't know your mum could dance like that."
"No one can dance like that with my dad," James informs him. "It's more a matter of avoiding his feet, by all accounts."
"God, you commoners," Scorpius murmurs, "No class."
James laughs and pulls Scorpius closer, one hand high on his thigh, making him gasp. "You love it," James says persistently and Scorpius turns his head, angling for a kiss.
"Maybe," he says breathlessly. "A bit."
He's about to go on but the music skips abruptly, changing to something slow and a bit sad and most un-wedding-y.
"Oh for god's sake, dad," James mutters .
Scorpius twists in James's embrace to see Harry, obviously a little the worse for drink, extend his hand to Hermione Granger-Weasley and execute a slightly sketchy bow.
"What is your father doing, and what kind of arrangement have I married into?"
"Oh, god," James says, sounding pained. "No. Ack. It's a tradition," he explains.
"What is?" Scorpius asks dubiously as he observes the head auror lead the head of the MLE onto the dancefloor. They link hands and move like children, shuffling their feet and spinning each other around.
"Them dancing like wallies," James says. "You'll get used to it, Mr. Potter."
"Huh," Scorpius says. Sure enough, most of the Potter-Weasley clan are looking at Harry and Hermione with indulgent smiles on their faces. "So, what – "
"I think it's from – you know," James lowers his voice. "When they were on the run. They always have to have a dance, just the two of them. Weddings, anniversaries, Christmas, whatever."
Out on the dancefloor, Harry laughs as he lets Hermione twirl him around, ducking under her outstretched arm before pulling her into his arms so they can sway together.
Scorpius leans into James's side again. "We're really lucky," he says.
James squeezes his hand. "You don't need to tell me."
Rating: G
Pairing: James Sirius/Scorpius, (platonic) Harry/Hermione
Summary: On his wedding day, Scorpius gets to grips with some of the odder Potter traditions.
Notes: I've been meaning to write this since I saw DH1. Off to see part 2 tomorrow so I thought I should finally get around to it. Technically part of the Getting There 'verse, but could stand alone as a little fluff-let
Disclaimer: JKR's, not mine.
Word Count: ~700
The sky above the marquee is starting to darken, the last pink fingers of sunset fading. Fairy lights are bobbing throughout the marquee and outside in the Manor's large gardens. Music is filling the night from nowhere, and there's laughter on the air.
Scorpius feels a little fuzzy from accepting champagne toast after champagne toast and he can't help sneaking looks at the pale gold ring on his fourth finger, shining in the flickering candlelight. Below it a swatch of silk from the handfasting is knotted clumsily around his wrist (he remembers James's hands shaking horribly as he did it) and it gives him a quiet thrill to know that James wears matching symbols of their union.
Part of Scorpius still can't believe they've managed it. They've overcome ancient laws of heredity (thank you so much great-great-great-whatever-grandfather Brutus), the bitching and gossiping of wizarding society, not to mention the whole Potter-Malfoy thing. And his own parents have gone from looking like they'll pass out (mother) or start smashing the place with accidental magic (father) at the mention of James's name. Scorpius thinks that was more to do with 'Potter' than 'James' at least in this father's case.
But James is, as Scorpius doesn't tire of reminding him, a charming bastard. And either that, or the importance of putting up a united front when The Prophet wondered whether the Malfoys were up to their old tricks regarding unforgivable curses (because without Imperius, James wouldn't have touched him with a bargepole being the inference). Whatever the cause, Scorpius's parents have warmed to the idea enough that they insisted on having the wedding held in the grounds, and –
From where he's sat leaning against James, their seats pushed close together, Scorpius spies what's surely an impossibly sight. "Merlin's beard, is that – "
James laughs and squeezes his hand. "My father-in-law is dancing with your mother-in-law."
"God, that sounds strange."
Scorpius turns to press a kiss to James's cheek before he looks back out over to where his father is guiding Ginny Potter around the dancefloor in a pretty flawless waltz. She looks – they both look happy, and Scorpius is inexplicably proud of his father. Ginny laughs and Scorpius says to James,
"I didn't know your mum could dance like that."
"No one can dance like that with my dad," James informs him. "It's more a matter of avoiding his feet, by all accounts."
"God, you commoners," Scorpius murmurs, "No class."
James laughs and pulls Scorpius closer, one hand high on his thigh, making him gasp. "You love it," James says persistently and Scorpius turns his head, angling for a kiss.
"Maybe," he says breathlessly. "A bit."
He's about to go on but the music skips abruptly, changing to something slow and a bit sad and most un-wedding-y.
"Oh for god's sake, dad," James mutters .
Scorpius twists in James's embrace to see Harry, obviously a little the worse for drink, extend his hand to Hermione Granger-Weasley and execute a slightly sketchy bow.
"What is your father doing, and what kind of arrangement have I married into?"
"Oh, god," James says, sounding pained. "No. Ack. It's a tradition," he explains.
"What is?" Scorpius asks dubiously as he observes the head auror lead the head of the MLE onto the dancefloor. They link hands and move like children, shuffling their feet and spinning each other around.
"Them dancing like wallies," James says. "You'll get used to it, Mr. Potter."
"Huh," Scorpius says. Sure enough, most of the Potter-Weasley clan are looking at Harry and Hermione with indulgent smiles on their faces. "So, what – "
"I think it's from – you know," James lowers his voice. "When they were on the run. They always have to have a dance, just the two of them. Weddings, anniversaries, Christmas, whatever."
Out on the dancefloor, Harry laughs as he lets Hermione twirl him around, ducking under her outstretched arm before pulling her into his arms so they can sway together.
Scorpius leans into James's side again. "We're really lucky," he says.
James squeezes his hand. "You don't need to tell me."
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Lovely! :)
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::happy fangirlish sigh::
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"Well at least Jamie took the bullet. Imagine if it had been Rose."
"Yes, thank you for that, Harry. Ron's very grateful as well."
Hee!
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*facepalm* I blame sleep deprivation :P
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Harry and Hermione dancing together is so cute and touching. (I too loved that scene in DH1.)
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Thanks :D I had a fic like this in my head since that scene in DH1, I just thought it was so lovely and I was imagining them dancing together all these years down the line, remembering the time when it was just them. ♥
I'm glad you liked it, lovely.
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♥______♥
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The HP all over my flist is making me sooooo nostalgic, bb.
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sorry, wrong brother in the icon, but as close as i can come!
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Ahaha omg that icon is ADORABLE. Oh, Albus ♥
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