Family
"Alright," Draco began as he turned back towards the table, handing them all their drinks as he said them aloud. "Two Cola's for the sickeningly sweet couple, two strawberry aqua frescas for the sinckingly sweet couple part two, and four horchatas for two sets of twins- where are Anya and Akemi?" He questioned, as he had finally realized his sisters were missing from the table, looking frantic to find them.
Fred put a reassuring hand on his arm to ground him. "That guy you were talkin' to sent them o'er there to help someone play poker, Ah believe." He said calmly as he pointed to the table.
Fred thought he had calmed Draco down, but that thought immediately stopped when he Draco's eyes flash red for a split second.
Draco walked quickly over to the table and grabbed the girls, much to their disappointment. He thanked the man - Luis - and gently dragged his sisters back over to the table.
They quickly crawled under the table and back to their seats with pouts on their faces.
"Why'd you do tha'?" Akemi asked sadly. "We were only havin' fun..."
Anya nodded sadly with her sister, arms crossed against her chest and an irritated look on her face.
Draco just pinched the bridge of his nose and took a few deep breaths, before responding as calmly as he could. "Because, those men over there are not the best examples. I don't want you around the stuff that I had to go through as a kid, it's my job to make sure that you turn out decent people. Alright?" He asked the last part with a soft questioning look.
"Bu' you are a good person..." Anya said in a quiet tone.
Draco scoffed and plopped back down into his seat, " I want you both to be better than me. Got it?"
It was more of a statement than it was a question but the girls nodded their heads in unison and replied, "Got it!"
Draco turned back forward in his seat to face Mr. Weasley, taking a cup with water in it off the tray and pushing the rest of the abundance of drinks on the tray towards him. "The rest are your drink samples, sir." He responded quietly.
Mister and Misses Weasley's eyebrows raised comically high at the shear amount of small stirofoam to-go cups.
Mr. Weasley swallowed nervously, "How much is this goin' tae cost?" He questioned.
Draco's smile didn't waver at all. "Doesn't cost anything, family eats free here, sir."
Fred felt his face grow red.
Family.
"They do, do they?" A thick central American accented voice cut through the noise of the bar. "Must be why I'm going broke."
The group turned to see who the voice belonged to. A tall, slim woman stood before them, wearing a figure fitting red dress with matching high heals. On her side rested a big, white leather bag with a sickly looking small dog inside.
The woman looked to be around her fifty's, her hair in a natural unbrushed style that she pulled off flawlessly despite the grey and white hairs peppered here and there.
Fred had a feeling he knew who the woman was, but he wasn't sure of it until the woman pulled back the hair covering Draco's forehead and left a bright red lipstick kiss there.
"I-I can start paying for it-," Draco began nervously, but the woman just chuckled and petted his hair.
"That was sarcasm, mi hijo." She said fondly.
Draco just stared at her blankly for a few seconds before recognition flashed on his face.
"Oh." He said simply, before turning his gaze to the purse.
When the shaking dog took notice of the blonde, he immediately started growling, before it turned into small warning yips.
"Oh, don't mind Bruno," the woman addressed the table. "He's just in a bad mood because he didn't get his special doggy food this morning." She explained as she cooed at the dog, petting his head gently.
The dog - apparently named Bruno - suddenly jumped out of the purse and to the floor, lunging at Draco's ankles, making everyone jump. Fortunately for Draco, he has fast reflexes, and pulled his legs up into the booth seat before the dog could get to him.
Bruno still wouldn't give up, trying to bite the bottoms of the toes of Draco's worn shoes, until the blonde sighed and stood up on the seat, but not without hitting his head on one of the support beams.
He quickly shook it off and glared down at the dog, still barking and trying it's hardest to bite him.
"Oh, not on your best day, mate." Draco said as the dog stopped barking and went back to growling viciously at him.
Fred noted that the dogs eyes looked as if they had a glint of anger in them, as if he really despised Draco, for whatever reason.
"Aye!" The woman said as he hit Draco's side gently in warning. "Don't be mean to your tío, he's just having a bad day." She said as she scooped up the glaring dog and dropped it back in her purse.
"He's not my tío..." Draco grumbled as he rubbed his side.
His Abuela decidedly chose ignore him in favor of turning to the Weasley parents. "I apologize for Bruno, he's a hand full, comes with old age. You must be the Weasleys?"
"Aye miss, we are." Mr. Weasley responded with a bright smile, extending his hand in greeting.
The woman smiled brightly down at them as she excitedly shook his hand. "Oh, that's wonderful. Raymond's told me all about you - well all about his opinion on the marriage - but I'm just overjoyed to meet you in person!"
She turned to the rest of the table very quickly, making Hermione and Harry jump suddenly.
"And which one of you dears is marrying mi pequeña libélula?" She questioned.
Draco's face went bright red at the apparent nickname, and he opened his mouth the say something before Fred stopped him.
"A-Ah am, miss." He said nervously, as he waved his hand awkwardly.
"Oh! That's wonderful!" She smiled down at him. "Stand up, dear, let me get a good look at you two side by side."
Draco made a grimace and looked pointedly at Bruno.
After waiting a moment for Draco to move, the woman rolled her eyes, "Mueve pequeña libélula." She chastised.
Draco huffed in annoyance before hopping down to the floor and gesturing for Fred to follow.
Fred slid out of the booth and stood next to Draco, close enough for their shoulders to brush against each other in a way that comforted Fred to no end.
"Oh my..." The woman said, awestruck as she observed the two.
And listen, Draco was in no way short, never had been, but when your only six foot, or 182 centimeters, and your standing next to a man who's built like a shit brick house, your going to look small.
Fred and George Weasley both stood at about 198 centimeters, or 6'6. They both had wide shoulders and long legs, impressive builds and bright red, ear length hair. The were both the tallest in their family, Ron claiming a close third at 6'4, or 193 centimeters. They had both chosen to continue to gain muscle mass, even after they were kicked off the Gryffindor Quidditch team. All in all, the top of Draco's head barely reached Fred's ear.
"Draco, mi hijo, te casas con un gigante!" She stated, reaching up and grabbing Fred's face by the chin and tilting him this way and that, checking him over.
Draco just smiled kindly and responded with a sweet, "I enjoy my large wife." Making Fred and George burst of laughing.
"What?" Fred asked incredulously. "Who says Ah'm the wife, you're smaller and prettier!"
"I'm the pretty one?!" Draco questioned back, "How am I the pretty one, you look like the male version of Jessica Rabbit!"
Hermione, who was sipping her drink and smiling through the whole conversation, had been taken surprise by that coment and ended up taking in a breath of air to laugh, the only problem is that she was still drinking her strawberry agua fresca, resulting in the tasty drink spurting out her nose, much to her friends amusement.
"Ha! Jokes on you," Fred began, "Ah donnae even know who tha' is!"
Draco's grandmother just chuckled at their antics, before patting Draco's shoulder and giving him a firm kiss on the cheek.
"I'll let you all get back to your day, " She said as she began to walk towards the door they all came in through. "Oh, and Draco!" She said suddenly as she turned back towards them.
"Yeah?"
The once cheery woman suddenly had a cold look on her face. "Your mother left more than half of your college supplies in your room, and make sure you take the television and that game console of yours before you go."
"O-oh," Draco began as he awkwardly scratched his neck, "I'll come pick it all up tomorrow, I promise."
The woman smiled warmly at him again. "Enjoy your food mi hijo, and don't let anyone else bother your meal."
"Sí, Abuela."
Fred and Draco quickly slid back into the booth and returned to looking at the menus for their food.