Feet
Rose was laughing.
And when Rose Weasley laughed, everybody laughed. Her cheeks turned pink, her eyebrows rose ever so slightly, and her big, blue eyes turned squinty as she giggled like a two-year old. She started clapping for some reason, her giggles slowly ending, and then she would silently smile at her feet.
Scorpius thought it was adorable.
But then again, he would never say adorable. After all, Scorpius Malfoy was too cool for a word like adorable. With his fair skin and hair inherited from his father, and chocolate eyes that were his mothers, girls wanted him. He would smile this little smile that was just so cute, and the girls would be at his feet.
I thought they were infuriating.
After all, I was Albus Severus Potter, and I knew love when I saw it, no matter how many E's I had gotten on my OWLs. When they were together, all they would do was argue-but I saw through it. How they were not dating yet, I did not know. With each word that left Rose's mouth, her face got redder, and then she would tie her hair up in a messy bun that drove Scorpius crazy. And she would watch his arms, as he clenched his fists, and the muscles in them would suddenly appear. And sometimes, he let her win. Then her eyes would lighten up with happiness, and she would do a little victory dance, before falling down. Scorpius, being the gentleman his mother had brought up, would contain his laughter, and help her up to her feet.
Their mothers thought that they were about the cutest things ever.
I would go over to the Burrow for Christmas, and so would Rose, naturally. And now that the Malfoys had made amends with the family, they were invited too, similarly to the Longbottoms and Scamanders. Then I would notice how Rose and Scorpius would 'mysteriously' end up sitting next to each other, and Astoria Malfoy and Hermione Weasley would pick spots that weren't too close to ours to be suspicious, but close enough to hear every detail. And then, when the tables were nearly empty, and it was just the three of us, they would call me away for some make-belief chore, while they hid behind a wall and watched as Rose and Scorpius would awkwardly make conversation, all the while staring at their feet.
Their fathers were uncomfortable about them.
However, if they said anything, both would be immediately hexed by their wives. So they kept their mouths shut about the whole thing. Obviously, they weren't exactly jumping for joy, but I knew that Mr. Malfoy found Rose funny, and enjoyed her wit. Uncle Ron was secretly pleased that Rose liked a boy who had a secure future, and, after graduating from Hogwarts, was sure to land on his feet.
Why weren't they together yet, we didn't know.
But it all made sense when Scorpius admitted to me that he didn't think he was good enough for Rose, and that she deserved someone better. Someone whom the Wizarding World didn't hate.
"I would hate to see Rose with another bloke, but it would be best for her. Besides, her dad would like it better, too." He had confessed this to me one Christmas, and he was holding a little box containing a ruby rose- Rose's Christmas Present.
"Scorpius, if Uncle Ron had his choice in Rose's marriage, he would choose Lysander Scamander. Yeah, the guy who saves dead skin from the bottom of his gross, dirty feet."
That opened his eyes.
So I think I am fully responsible for the fact that they are now married, and live together in a big house that isn't too far from the Burrow. Scorpius is a Healer, and Rose is the new Welcoming Witch at St. Mungo's, so they go to work together. They have a spark, and anyone can tell that by just watching them together. And of course, their little one's little feet.