A/N: For Ash. Merry Christmas, dear! Also for the Mount Potter Competition (17/55: Scorpius)
Scorpius adjusts the collar of his shirt nervously for the hundredth time in only ten minutes.
"Quit worrying," Rose says, eyes rolling as she takes his hand and gives it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.
He gives her a look, lips twisting into a faint scowl. "Right. I'm only officially meeting your parents," he mutters dryly. "Who, if I may add, have a less than friendly past with my father. Why on earth should I be nervous?"
Rose stops, grabbing his free hand with hers. Though she can understand his anxiety, she wishes she could convince him that it's uncalled for. But the truth is, she can't be sure. Maybe old prejudices haven't been laid to rest.
She can't tell him that. Admitting that there could be a problem would only cause him to worry even more.
Rose puts on a smile, hoping it's convincing enough. "Hey, listen," she says softly. "They're going to love you, okay?"
Scorpius relaxes slightly, but she still sees the uncertainty in his eyes. "What makes you so sure?" he asks, brushing his thumb over her knuckles.
She stands on her tiptoes, kissing him lightly on the lips. "Because, you silly boy," she whispers. "I love you."