Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
A/N: This story was inspired by a suggestion made by demonpixie1 in a review for my other story I Knew, but is not related to the story I Knew.
Dedicated to demonpixie1 - Thanks for the great suggestion!
"Do you Scorpius, take Rose to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?"
"And do you Rose, take Scorpius to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?"
"If anyone here can give good cause as to why these two should not be married, let them speak now, or forever hold their peace."
This was the moment Ron had been waiting for all day. The moment when he could finally stand up and say—
"WHAT THE HELL MALFOY! I'm supposed to be the one who objects!" Ron exclaimed, standing up in outrage.
"Object to what? The fact that your daughter is marrying a handsome, intelligent, charming, and rich man?" Draco sneered.
"Well what do you have to object to Malfoy? The fact that your son is marrying the girl who beat him at every subject in Hogwarts?"
"Your swotty daughter is lucky that my son even deigns to give her the time of day."
"Don't make me laugh Malfoy. There is no way any spawn of yours could ever be good enough for my daughter."
"At least my son isn't an annoying know-it-all."
"No, your son is an arrogant jerk."
"An arrogant jerk who your daughter is madly in love with."
"Well your son follows my daughter around like a lost puppy."
"Well your daughter—"
"Excuse me," the minister interrupted, "Do either of you actually have any real objections?"
"I object to the fact that this marriage will make me related to a git like him!" Ron yelled in outrage, pointing an accusing finger at Draco.
"Well I object to the fact that my grandchildren will be cursed with freckles and horrid red hair!" Draco yelled back.
"I object to the fact my grandchildren will inherit your male pattern baldness!"
"I object to the fact my son will be marrying into a family full of paupers!"
"I object to the fact your family is full of slimy Slytherins!"
"I object to the fact your family is full of do-gooder Gryffindors!"
"And I object to the fact that you two are RUINING MY WEDDING! I LOVE SCORPIUS AND I AM GOING TO GET MARRIED TO HIM TODAY NO MATTER WHAT AND IF EITHER OF YOU WANT TO LIVE TO SEE TOMORROW YOU BETTER SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN!" An infuriated Rose Weasley screamed.
"I've got to say your daughter could make even Voldemort hide in terror. I honestly thought she was going to Avada us back there."
"Ahh, she gets that from her mother. All Weasley women are spitfires."
"Uncle Ronnie," said the little boy sitting next to Ron, "Aidan put his boogies into my food."
"I still can't believe we've been relegated to the children's table." Draco sighed.
"Well Rose said if we were going to act like children we would be treated like children."