Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the story line...sadly. JKR owns everything - including the characters, spells, and the entire world of Harry Potter. I wonder if I could buy it from her for a dollar?
Thanks to my wonderful, wonderful beta - dragonsangel68.
P.S. The rating is for later chapters.
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Chapter 2
"Mr. Weasley, care for a Cuban?"
"Don't mind if I do. You know, Molly would have our arse's if she knew we were out here smoking. She admitted to liking the smell they give off, but doesn't care for my breath or kissing me after I've had one, though." Mr. Weasley scoffed.
"Ginny says the same. She actually let me stay in the flat during one of the last Hogsmeade weekends, instead of going outside. She said she'd prefer it if I smoked a pipe though. Says she loves the smell of pipe tobacco while she only tolerates the smell of cigars. I told her, the day she bought me a Muggle smoking jacket was the day I started smoking a pipe."
Mr. Weasley looked perplexed until Draco explained what a smoking jacket was and, soon after, Mr. Weasley burst into hearty laughter, coughing while trying to catch his breath.
Draco continued, "You know what she brought to the flat the last Hogsmeade weekend? A bloody smoking jacket! I couldn't believe it! Bloody nice one, too."
Mr. Weasley and Draco continued pulling on their cigars for a few minutes, in companionable silence.
"Draco, you seem a bit- edgy. What's on your mind? Need to get something off your chest?" Mr. Weasley inquired.
"Well, honestly, sir- yes." Draco stammered.
"Out with it." Mr. Weasley stated in mock severity. His lips twitched at the corners. He could feel what was coming and pitied Draco. He knew the difficulty of the following few moments, he himself had once been through them.
"Mr. Weasley - sir - umm -shit! This shouldn't be so difficult. What I mean is - sir - shit." Draco couldn't seem to get the words out.
He'd planned this in his head. He'd anticipated the results, plotted his words, and made subsets of reasons why he wanted what he was about to ask for. He was prepared, damn it. Why was it so difficult? "Spit it out, Malfoy! This is unbecoming…stammering is not something Malfoy's do! We are sure of ourselves…this is ridiculous." he admonished himself mentally.
"Take your time." Mr. Weasley offered in a fatherly tone.
The words found their place and poured out of him. "Sir, I love Ginny. I want to be with her in the biblical sense - not in the sense that a hormonal teenage boy thinks of- I want to marry her, but I'd never dream of asking her before I knew her family supported it. Her family is more important to her than anything. I want to marry your daughter."
Mr. Weasley put on his best pensive face until it gave way to a large smile. Draco was relieved. Mr. Weasley wouldn't smile before neutering him for his lecherous thoughts, would he? Draco was keenly aware that he was sweating and his stomach was so tied in knots it felt as if he might throw up. The silence was deafening - he couldn't take it anymore.
"Mr. Weasley?"
"Draco- you've made it blatantly clear that you love my daughter on numerous occasions. You make her happy, and that, in turn, makes her family happy. I can't speak for the rest of the Weasley clan, but - welcome to the family, son." With that, Mr. Weasley wrapped an arm around Draco in a fatherly gesture of warmth. Draco felt his insides melt and his face turn up into a large smile. His stomach lurched in happiness-
All over Mr. Weasley's shoes.
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