Oooh Someone Has A Crush!
Everybody was silent and just stared at him, even Draco. It was the first time he looked off the floor for the entire meeting.
Fred and Draco locked eyes and neither of the two wanted to look away. That was until George nudged Fred in the side with his elbow. He did it rather hard actually. So hard it made Fred shrink in on himself a little.
He looked over at George with an irritated look on his face. "What?!"
George just pointed to all of the family members literally right next to them. George rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat so Fred could see everyone's faces.
Ginny and Harry didn't look disgusted, just confused and a little concerned.
Hermy looked shocked, it was the same face he always used to imagine she would make when he turned in his homework on time.
Ron looked concerned. Like REALLY concerned. Same face their mum made when one of them got hurt.
Charlie looked taken aback but quickly recovered.
Bill looked confused. Nothing else, he wasn't quite as expressive as the others.
Percy just rolled his eyes and went back to what he was reading
But the worst were their parents. Mr. Weasley looked upset, scared, and angry all at once. His mum looked like she would faint right there.
No one who married into the Weasley family had any ties to the Malfoy's or the Black's. They were all seen as contaminated with a disease. Of course the dislike went both ways, but a Weasley and a Malfoy getting married was unheard of.
Shacklebolt looked away from Umbitch (who looked horrified, by the way) and towards where the Weasleys were sitting. He looked at Fred from above his spectacles.
"Is that so, Mr. Weasley?"
"Yes sir, it is."
The Minister looked down at Narcissa Malfoy and asked, "And what do you think of the union Mrs. Malfoy?"
She looked as surprised as everyone else, but she whispered something in her son's ear anyway. Fred couldn't make out what she was saying, mostly because it didn't sound like English. Draco looked back at her and shrugged and said something back, again not in English.
She looked up at the refined man and spoke. "I would be okay with it, as long as they were both happy and treated each other with respect. That's all any mother wants for their child, really."
Shacklebolt nodded. "If you would like to go through with the marriage, go to the marriage licensing office down the hall. There you may also choose which estate you will inherit. If there is nothing else..." The court room was filled with whispers, but no one spoke up. "I consider this case closed." He finished with a final tap of the gavel. He stood up, as did everyone else, and walked away to go over some more files for the next hearing.
Most of the people stayed as they were waiting on the next meeting. Others left because that was all they were here for. The Malfoys filed out the doors with everyone else, the Weasleys not far behind them.
Mr. Weasley was pulling on Fred's ear after they walked out, and with everyone else following, he dragged his poor son like that until he found the Malfoys and a few little girls in a Ministry break room. They all walked in and it became very, very awkward.
Draco was sitting on the counter next to a muggle microwave that had something that smelled good being cooked inside. He had these bulky circle things over his ears, they looked like earmuffs, and he was humming a tune with his eyes closed. He probably didn't know they all were there.
As soon as they walked in Mrs. Malfoy and the little girls she was talking to snapped their attention towards them. The two little girls were identical in every way. The twists in their tight texture hair, their identical expressions. The only difference was what they were wearing and their skin. The girls were both obviously black, except one of them was albino, the other one had skin the color of a walnut shell. They had identical, adorable smiles. The first girl had on a black dress with white roses on the skirt. The albino girl was wearing a black dress with red roses on the skirt. They looked like the dresses Mrs. Weasley used to put Ginny in for family photos. The girls couldn't have been older than 7. Hell, they looked younger than that.
Mrs. Malfoy turned to them with a confused look on her face and asked " ... Can I help you?"
Mr. Weasley spoke up, rather quite loudly in everyone's opinion and said " You can actually. Make your son take off whatever Veelan spell he put on Fred!"
Mrs. Malfoy looked confused, and a little angry, and right as she opened her mouth to respond, the microwave dinged. Draco got off of the counter and opened it. There was a paper cup with symbols from a different language written on in. He grabbed the two chopsticks that were stuck together holding the paper lid in place on top of the cup off. He opened the plastic lid and drained all of the water out of the cup into the sink a couple feet to the right. He grabbed two plastic packets that were resting on top of the microwave opened them, and dumped this red looking sauce and this flakey looking stuff into what smelled like noodles. He stirred really well until you could smell how spicy it was. He turned around, about to take a bite, saw them, and froze.
He took his earmuffs off and there was a faint toon that escaped them. He pressed a button on this box looking thing he had looped in his trousers and the music stopped. He looked over at his mum and she shrugged. He started eating the noodles with the chopsticks.
Mr. Weasley's face was so red he looked like he would pass out any minute. " Well don't just sit there!" He shouted. " Fix him!"
Draco looked around at everyone confused and asked with his mouth full, "Waf d' you mea'?"
Mrs. Weasley was practically crying at this point and she looked at Draco and pleaded, "Please, please just release him from your love potion, please!"
Draco looked as shocked and confused as his mum and the little girls did. He swallowed the food in his mouth before he spoke again. "...Lady, respectfully, what in the ever loving FUCK are you lot on about?"
This only made Mrs. Weasley more frantic and Mr. Weasley angrier. Fred really thought he would die right then and there from how hard his dad was pinching and pulling on his ear.
"Draco! Manners!? よろしくね!"(Be nice you little shit!) Narcissa spoke up.
"Mum! W- You can't just say that and then cuss at me in a different language so that they won't understand!"
Everyone looked awkward and highly uncomfortable. Fred had been having enough of it so he piped up. "Dad could you let me go please? This is really starting to hurt?"
"Oh, Arthur! Let the poor boy go! He's just a victim in this!" Molly begged.
"Are you going to tell them or should I?" George whispered to his brother as his parents started to argue.
"I will. Don't worry about it, it's my responsibility now." Fred replied. "Mum, Dad, can you please stop arguing and could you please let me go!?"
Finally, Arthur released Fred so he could speak up for himself. Fred rubbed his ear while he started talking. " Draco Malfoy didn't put a spell on me, nor did he use a potion on me." George interrupted his mother before she could speak. "And Freddie here has been pining over the bloke for YEARS. It's been so annoying, kinda sweet, but annoying."
Both Fred's and Draco's faces went red, Fred's more than Draco's. Everyone except for George looked shocked and just stared at Fred as he awkwardly started rubbing the back of his neck and stared at the pattern on the floor as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.
Then the adorable little girls ran up to Draco, each girl hugged one of his legs and said in a singing voice at the same time, "Oooh, someone has a crush on you!!" Draco's face was red enough to rival Mr. Weasley's.