"I think they think that I will muck it up somehow," Scorpius admitted. "It may come as a shock to you but Malfoys are all about control. Every movement must be calculated before they are applied. It's like a huge chess game with them, and you better have thought four moves ahead or it will never work and it won't be good enough. I know that one wrong move and the whole tier could crumble. People are not that forgiving when it comes to us, so that is why we follow tradition."
He didn't know how well he was explaining it, or maybe he was trying to justify his parents' rather narrow views while still trying to hold his own. He was thankful that Albus knew him so well. If there was one person he could trust, it was his best mate. There was also no need to be offended by anything that came out of his mouth. He did have Scorpius' best interests. It was that simple.
"I am going to do it. They will get used to it. I put money on a penthouse and I will keep myself to the Malfoy standard, at least publicly. I am trying not to hurt them either." He sighed, seeing the look on his mother's face already. Since his Great grandfather, no Malfoy had lived outside the walls, save for at school. It really was their sanctuary. He often thought his father had wanted to at one point but had finally succumbed to the fact that he wouldn't.
He watched his friend take the shot and winced. "You have all the luck, that is all." He knew better though and began to stalk the table again. He settled on the one ball. It was tucked behind one of Albus' stripes but there was enough sticking out to get a decent tap towards the corner. He lined in and took the shot, sinking the one. However, the cue ball managed to sink itself as well into the opposite corner. "No lube," he muttered, rolling his eyes at Albus.
So the shot hadn't worked out so well, but there were other things, like distractions. A few suggestive words could do that. "So are you telling me that Shay doesn't want children, or is she just waiting for you to agree to it. I should probably text her and ask her." He snickered, and picked up his phone. "The thing is, you agreed to the promise ring, and you actually wore them. I am not giving anyone a ring until I am damn well ready, and until then, the little slags are good for a shag, or a few shags. Don't think I don't do several spells before I fuck them. I am not getting myself trapped."
He walked up to the table to check out Albus' options. "For all your talk of anti-commitment, you are pretty committed." He arched a brow, looking back at the table. "I expect you will marry before I will."