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Better Now Than Later by lovegood27

Format: One-shot
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 2,087
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Scenes of a mild sexual nature

Genres: Drama, General, Romance
Characters: OtherCanon
Pairings:

First Published: 01/12/2017
Last Chapter: 01/13/2017
Last Updated: 01/13/2017

Summary:



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Marietta Edgecombe is getting married. Now all she has to do is tell her parents and pray it won't end as badly as she think it will.

For Jo Raskoph's Telling The Parents challenge



Chapter 1: Better Now Than Later
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I had said yes before I could string my thoughts together and look at the situation properly. But there was no going back now. The question had been asked and an answer had been given.

I, Marietta Edgecombe, was going to marry Roger Davies, the love of my life. The thought of that sentence gave me an odd but nice feeling in my stomach; like I was flying. On the other hand, there was also a resulting guilt that I had pushed to the back of my brain and been trying to ignore.

Was this really the right thing to do? It wasn't a matter of whether I loved him or not. I loved Roger, and I was more than perfectly happy to share the rest of my life with him. The problem was that...

"My parents won't allow me to," I said.

"They will if it makes you happy," Roger insisted. "And this makes you happy, doesn't it?" He looked at me anxiously, like I wouldn't give him the answer he hoped for.

"Of course it does," I assured him. "More than anything. But you need to think of it from their point of view. I'm only seventeen, I'm barely an adult. They won't expect me to be able to cope."

"Cope with what? Life?"

"Well, yes-they think I'm more dependent on them than I really am," I told Roger. "They'll say it's silly of me to get married at such a young age. They won't approve of this."

"Well we're going to get married whether they approve or not," Roger said. "But if you say they won't allow it, we should tell them as soon as possible and get the worst over with." Seeing the horrified expression on my face, he gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. "It'll be fine, if it's what you want, they'll have to give in at some point. You don't want to leave it until last minute to tell them, do you?"

I shook my head. I knew it was the logical thing to do to tell my parents now, but I just didn't want to face it. I had only introduced Roger to them a few months ago even though we had been dating since fifth year, and now I regretted it. They would never let me get married to a man who (they thought) I had only been dating or a few months. The confrontation would almost certainly end in a shouting match, and I hated it when I had to go against my own parents.

"When shall we go and tell them?," I asked, knowing and dreading the answer.

"Well, we have time now, so let's go," Roger said, oblivious to the fact that I had known the answer anyway.

Grudgingly, I let Roger take my arm as I Apparated to my old home, which my parents still lived in but I had recently moved out of to live with Roger instead. Slowly, I went up the steps to the front door of the house, Roger following me closely.

I raised my hand to knock on the door, before fear of their anger took over me, and my arm dropped down like a dead fish.

"I don't want to," I said to Roger, my voice barely a whisper.

Roger gripped my shoulders tightly with both his hands. I found it was strangely reassuring.

"It's for the best," he said. "I'll be with you."

"I know, but..what if they disown me?," I asked, turning around to face him. It would be shameful, and more importantly, I couldn't bear the thought of never contacting my parents ever again.

"They won't disown you," Roger said. "Only extreme purebloods do that nowadays. Extreme purebloods," he added, knowing I was going to say I was a pure blood. Technically I'm not. My mother is a pureblood but my dad is a half blood so I suppose that makes me a three-quarter blood. Or a half half-blood if that's what you want to call it.

They'll get over it soon, I told myself firmly. Just do it, you have to tell them at some point. Better now than later. I quickly forced myself to knock on the door three times. Seeing my mother opening the door and beaming at Roger and I, I lost my nerve again.

"Marietta, darling, we weren't expecting you to come today! Hello Roger! Why don't you two stay for dinner? Come in, come in..." Mum bustled off into the kitchen while Roger and I were left standing awkwardly in the hall.

I met Roger's eyes, and he gestured towards the kitchen. I followed Mum into the kitchen, with mounting discomfort.

"Mum, where's Dad?," I asked, as she chopped up vegetables with magic. I wanted both my parents to be there when I made the announcement.

"In the living room," Mum replied. "Do you want him to come in here?" I nodded, not particularly wanting to speak. "Michael! Marietta's here with Roger!" There were a few inaudible mutters from the living room, and Dad walked into the kitchen a few seconds later.

"Marietta!" He smiled. "You didn't tell us you were coming. Oh, hello Roger!"

"Hi. Sorry we didn't tell you we were going to come." Roger gave Dad a smile. I couldn't work out if it was fake or not. Roger glanced at me.

"I think you should tell them now," he mouthed, but I decided not to yet. I waited until Mum had finished making dinner and we were sat down at the table in silence.

"So," I started, picking at my food. "There's something I want to tell you."

"Go on, then," Mum smiled. "Have you got a job?"

"Oh. Well, um..no." That was another reason I was doubting that this was an appropriate time to marry Roger. How would we earn enough money? Roger worked in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry, but he hadn't been promoted yet and wasn't paid a lot.

I saw a flicker of disappointment in both my parents' eyes when I told them I hadn't got a job but it disappeared quickly.

"Okay, so what I want to tell you is..." I took a deep breath. "I'm-I'm-"

"Yes?" Mum looked a little worried. "You can tell us, Marietta, it's alright."

This encouraged me, even though I knew it was one hundred percent not alright. "I'm going to get married," I said quickly, then snapped my mouth shut. I mentally prepared myself for the yelling that I knew would come any moment.

It didn't. There was just a stunned silence from both Mum and Dad. Roger's mouth was twitching because of the awkwardness, but I knew better. I saw my parents' expressions as shock, anger and worry each passed over their faces.

And then anger came back and replaced everything and I had to stare down at my food, being unable to meet their eyes any longer.

"You're...getting married??" Mum just sounded surprised but I knew she was good at concealing anger. The only giveaway was her shaking voice. "To Roger?" I nodded, still staring at my plate of dinner. Taking a chance, I sneaked a look at Dad, who still hasn't said anything.

Perhaps he won't get mad, I thought desperately. I crossed my fingers, hoping and hoping-

"MARIETTA HOW DARE YOU!!," Dad suddenly roared. Everyone in the room jumped from suddenness of his outburst. I gripped my chair, knowing this was only the beginning.

"YOU ARE SEVENTEEN!," Dad continued ranting. "HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO COPE?! YOU HAVEN'T EVEN GOT A JOB YET! I THOUGHT YOUR MUM AND I RAISED YOU BETTER THAN TO GET MARRIED TO A BOY YOU'VE ONLY KNOWN FOR A FEW MONTHS!!"

"It's rather idiotic of you, Marietta," Mum said, joining in.

"But I've known Roger since first year!," I protested.

"DO NOT INTERRUPT ME!," Dad bellowed. "YOU ARE STILL VERY YOUNG! YOU'VE BARELY GRADUATED HOGWARTS AND NOW YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU ARE GETTING MARRIED??! YOU CAN BARELY SURVIVE ON YOUR OWN!"

"But I won't be alone," I argued. "I'll have Roger, that's the whole point of getting married. Why are you so against this? You should be happy for me!"

"We are, dear, but you're far too young," Mum said, quietly. "I don't think you've really thought this through."

"OF COURSE SHE HASN'T THOUGHT IT THROUGH, IT WAS OBVIOUSLY A SPUR OF THE MOMENT! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE SMART, MARIETTA!!"

"Dad, getting married isn't going to make any change!" This was the only valid excuse I had. If this didn't work, I had no other reason I could use to persuade my parents. "I already live with him anyway!"

"Getting married isn't just about living with someone, it's about commitment." Dad told me. He wasn't yelling anymore but he was obviously still angry. I was confused, at first, about what that was supposed to mean, but then I realised.

"You think I won't be able to be-faithful to Roger?," I demanded.

"Maybe you can, but can he?" Dad pointed rudely at Roger, who was sitting like a marble statue but was no doubt listening carefully to everything that was being said.

"Don't drag him into this!," I shouted, my anger suddenly flaring up. "Of course he can!" Roger would never do that to me! It was completely unfair of Dad to make unreasonable judgements of him.

"Marietta, don't," Roger whispered to me urgently. "You'll make it worse."

"Marietta, he's the one who proposed to you! He's already involved in this!" Dad was shouting again.

"He proposed to me and I'm the one who said yes!," I yelled. "And whether you like it or not, I'm still getting married to him!"

"YOU ARE TOO YOUNG!!," Dad yelled so loudly I thought the glass in the windows would break.

And that was it. Merlin, Dad really knew how to get me angry quickly. Bad tempers obviously run in the family.

"I DON'T CARE!," I screamed. "I LOVE ROGER AND I WILL MARRY HIM! STOP TRYING TO TAKE CONTROL OF MY ENTIRE LIFE!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, even Dad. Then his face went purple with rage, he stormed past me to the front door went out without a word, slamming the door behind him.

I was left speechless. That has never, in all of the hundreds of arguments I had had with my parents, happened before. Where had Dad gone? Why had I said he was trying to take control of my life? He was only doing what he thought was best for me, and the more I thought about it, the worse I felt until my tears were spilling onto my cheeks of their own accord.

What if Dad never forgave me?

"Marietta, love, don't cry." Mum and come over and was holding me closely, like all the times I had cried when I was a child.

"But-but what about-?" I had been about to ask about our wedding, but it may as well have been a funeral, the way we were all acting now.

"Look, I know we can't stop you from having your wedding no matter how much we want," Mum said. "Your dad just needs some time to realise that. We're just not used to the idea, but we are happy for you."

"He-he will come back, won't he?," I asked, mopping my eyes with my sleeve.

"Yes, he will," Mum said. "Don't you worry about your dad. But I think it's best if you two go back now."

Roger guided me to the front door, and I Side-Apparated with him back to our apartment. I stayed quiet as he turned the television on in an effort to act casual, both of us still very shaken from the argument, but me more than him.

"Everything will be fine," Roger said, reading my mind. "At least you got it over with. Your dad will accept you're getting married at some point."

"Mm...maybe." I wasn't feeling particularly optimistic at the moment and I was quite within my rights, given the current circumstances

Roger sighed. "He will. Trust me." I didn't respond, I pretended to watch the Doctor Who that was blaring on the television. "Marietta look me." The firmness in his voice forced me to face him and look him in the eye. "You just need to give him time," Roger said, in a softer tone. "Space and time is all your dad needs."

Space and time. I could give him that.







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