The Shotgun Bride

Chaper Six- Malfoys

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They rode in silence for a few minutes as the yellow and black muscle car made its way through the twisting and turning roads that led to Draco's home. Ginny had never actually been inside his home before, though she knew where it was. She had always been afraid of his parents. She'd heard stories about them from her parents that could scare a cat right out of its skin.

Lucius Malfoy, Draco's dad, was a known moonshiner. He was also a gambler, and had a reputation for shooting anyone he suspected of cheating at poker. Which, of course, was an understandable stance, because if someone would try to cheat you at poker there was really no telling what depths that they might sink to. But, the point was, he was a bad, bad man.

Narcissa Malfoy, on the other hand, was the perfect PTA mom. She went to every single meeting, come hell or high water, and she always knew what was going on. Of course, some said this was because of a certain Mr. Snape, who was the head of the PTA. She always wore brightly colored stretch pants with low cut tops, teased her blond hair up, and hadn't been seen without her makeup on since she'd been ten years old.

Draco slowed the car down, and turned onto a gravel road that led to Shady Oaks Trailer Park. They cruised past the obviously low income trailers, the ones with exposed cinder blocks underneath and rust decorating the outside. They then turned up a slight hill, and the gravel road turned to pavement, and they approached the Malfoy's home.

The Malfoy's doublewide trailer sat in a weed choked lot apart from the rest of the trailer park. A plastic Santa Claus, his suit faded to light pink and a large crack marring his cheerful grin, leaned against the supports for the rickety front porch. A muddy footprint decorated St. Nick's jolly belly, and a couple of beer bottles rested at his feet. A few pink plastic flamingos were stuck festively into the yard, giving an exotic air to the otherwise dull, weedy yard.

Draco pulled the Chevelle into the empty parking space between his mother's green Monte Carlo and his father's equally green El Camino.

Ginny eyed the large Chevy emblem across the back window of the El Camino. Could she really marry a boy whose family were Chevy lovers?

"Well," Draco said, "let's get this over with."

"Your dad likes Chevy?" The words were out of Ginny's mouth before she had a chance to think about it.

"Yeah, of course," Draco said, giving her an odd look. He glanced down at the emblem on the steering wheel. Yeah, still Chevy. "Why?"

"I.. I just never realized y'all were Chevy people," Ginny said nervously. What would her daddy say? He'd accepted the pregnant out of wedlock with the son of one of the biggest thorns in his side thing rather well, but when he found out they were Chevy people? She hoped Draco had health insurance.

"Come on," Draco said, still slightly confused. She hadn't noticed the fact that this car was a Chevy before? There were floor mats with the Chevy emblem on them in both the front and back seats! He was pretty sure she'd seen him with his Chevy cap on, right? It was his favorite hat, after all, despite being faded to light grey and sporting a few holes along the rim. She must have noticed it.

"Alright," Ginny reluctantly agreed, and climbed out of the car. She followed Draco across the yard, and onto the porch. Draco then banged the screen door open as a warning, and opened the door. She followed him inside.

The trailer was new, and the interior seemed light and airy, with clean white walls and neutral beige carpet. The matching green recliners and couch seemed a bit out of place. Knickknacks adorned small tables around the room, and the coffee table was piled high with Car Trader and the classified ads, mostly for cars, from the local paper.

Lucius Malfoy sat in one of the recliners, drinking Bud and yelling at the TV. "'E'! Ask for an 'E', you idiot! Vanna ain't gonna get any exercise if you keep makin' silly suggestions like 'Q'"

"Dad?" Draco ventured. Lucius continued to rant at the nitwit on Wheel of Fortune. Ginny looked at her future father-in-law critically. He wore a faded shirt that featured the Budweiser frogs, grease-stained jeans, and his hair was short save for a rat tail trailing partway down his back.

"What?" A commercial break had started, and Lucius finally had torn his eyes away from the screen. "Who's she? Is that one of the Weasley brats?"

"Erm, yeah," Draco said. "Where's Mom?"

"She's in the kitchen, fixin' us some supper." Lucius replied.

"No, she isn't" Draco said, glancing at the island that separated the living room from the kitchen.

"Well, she was there a minute ago," Lucius grumbled, then bellowed, "WOMAN! Where are ya?"

"Hold yer horses," floated Narcissa Malfoy's voice from deeper into the trailer. "I'll be in there just as soon as the laundry's in the dryer."

Draco flopped down on the couch, propping his feet up in the coffee table. Ginny sat down beside him, perching on the edge of the couch in nervousness. Lucius glared at her. "You never answered my question. You one a Weasley's brats?"

"I'm Ginny Weasley," she said, trying her darndest to be tactful.

"Thought so," Lucius said. "What're you doin' in my home, dirtying the place up?"

Ginny was saved from trying to come up with a tactful answer as Narcissa sashayed into the room just then, a cigarette on her lips and a laundry basket on her hip. "What, peaches?" she demanded to Lucius.

"Boy seems to wanna say something to us," Lucius replied, still glaring at Ginny.

"Yeah," Draco said. "We're getting married."

Narcissa dropped the laundry basket just as Lucius dropped his beer.

"What?" they both demanded, looking shocked and angry.

"You heard me," Draco replied. Ginny got the sense that he was enjoying this. Apparently he didn't often get the chance to completely shock his parents.

"You can't marry that hussy," Narcissa said, motioning towards Ginny wildly. "Look at her! You two don't match at all! That Parkinson girl from the blue trailer would look nice with you. Want me to call her mother up?"

"No!" Draco said vehemently. "I like Ginny." Ginny felt special. She ranked above Pansy Parkinson, who was not only a dog, but the village bicycle as well. Though she certainly hoped Draco hadn't had a ride...

Lucius spoke. "You really want to marry that... girl?"

Draco nodded.

"Well, you're an adult now, we can't really stop you," Lucius said. "Is there anything else we might want to know about?"

"Yeah, probably," Draco said, and said quickly, "Baby."

"What?" shrieked Narcissa. "She's knocked up! Is that the reason you're marrying her?"

"Maybe, but...Have you seen her family?" Draco said defensively. "There are a million of them!"

"Boy's got a point," Lucius said to Narcissa. He turned to Draco. "You momma's got a shitload of cousins. Liked to kill me when they found out bout me and her." He pulled at the neckline of his shirt, revealing a nasty looking scar below his collarbone. "The youngest one went after me with a garden trowel. I was lucky he missed my throat."

Narcissa glared at her husband. "Just because they're in the same predicament we were doesn't mean our son needs to marry a little tramp from a shack."

Lucius shrugged, and said, "I don't like the Weasleys anymore than you do, but just think about how this is gonna eat at Arthur."

Narcissa gave a surprised snort. "True." She turned to Draco and Ginny. "You wanna stay for dinner? We're having Banquet chicken."

"Sure," Ginny agreed. You never turned down Banquet chicken.