Chapter 1

Scorpius rushed into St. Mungo's hastily tying a makeshift bandage fashioned from his torn shirt around his forehead. The blood needed to be stopped before he passed out. He flashed his Auror badge to the witch at the front desk, and walked as fast as he could to the elevators. After the second Great Wizarding War, St. Mungo's had made renovations to the hospital. It had been almost impossible to find rooms for all the injured soldiers who had fallen during the battle at Hogwarts those thirty years ago. During the reconstruction that took place, the Ministry of Magic had overseen the building of the Auror's ward at St. Mungo's to more efficiently heal those who needed medical attention immediately; namely the Aurors.

As he hit the button for the seventh floor, Scorpius found himself wishing, not for the first time, that the ward were closer to the ground. He was grateful for the Auror's ward, but it seemed stupid to him that the people who probably needed the quickest care, would have to wait for the lackadaisical elevators to crawl up seven floors. As he waited, Scorpius attempted to heal as many cuts and bruises has he could. He was starting to get light-headed as the elevator announced their arrival and the doors sluggishly tugged open.

Though it was protocol, he didn't flash his Auror badge at the medi-witch on desk duty. Instead, he threw her a wink that suggested she let him do more than just give him access into the Auror's ward. Even in his weakened state, Scorpius wouldn't pass up a chance to flirt. If anything, he thought he looked more dashing with his battle scars. Apparently, so did the medi-witch. She tugged a blonde curl out of her loose up-do, twirled her finger around it, and bit her lower lip as she tapped her wand to open the ward's doors for Scorpius. He smirked, as he walked into the ward, but immediately regretted doing so. Apparently smirking made the cuts and bruises on his face very painful.

Scorpius let himself into one of the changing rooms, and took off what was left of his ripped, bloodstained shirt. If they were physically able, wounded Aurors were expected to show themselves to a changing room and change into patient gowns to speed up the process of checkups. When Scorpius reached down to unzip his pants, he heard someone clear their throat behind him.

"Malfoy, I know you're desperate for some action in your life, but there really is a time and place to get some. I assure you this is neither the time nor the place, so could you kindly make your way to your own changing rooms?" Scorpius spun around to find honey colored eyes narrowed in contempt, an upturned nose, crinkled in disgust, and a plush mouth flattened into a thin line, all set on a tanned, lightly freckled face staring back at him; this face was otherwise identified as Rose Weasley. She had on a thin blue patients gown, and she looked quite beaten up herself. Scorpius took a few moments to collect his thoughts; he was still shocked that he was standing half naked in front of Weasley. He cleared his throat before responding.

"I assure you, Weasley," he said, spitting her surname out like it was week-old dung, "if I had known you were in here, I wouldn't have even touched the door. I don't think they have a cure for touching low-lives like you."

She rolled her eyes at him. "Oh grow up, will you Malfoy? You've been using that insult since we were twelve. You'd think after eight years, you might've grown half a brain. Then again, you are a Malfoy. I was clearly expecting too much."

"Well I'm glad you're here Weasley. I hear they've finally found a cure for ugly."

"Ohhhh…where'd you hear that one Malfoy? From a three year old? Well, I'm glad you're here Malfoy. I think they've finally found a cure for shit-stupid."

"Oh you think you're so clever, don't you? Maybe you can ask the Healer if they've found a cure for being a Weasley."

"Well maybe—"

"Miss Weasley, I—" the Healer stepped into the room and stopped before the scene in front of her. Scorpius realized they must've looked absolutely ludicrous; him, half naked, his makeshift bandage soaked through with blood, his dirty blonde hair disheveled and unkempt; her, in a thin patients gown, her 5' 1" frame stretched as tall as possible, her fiery hair slipping from the messy bun atop her head, her small hands balled up into fists; both of them nose to nose, breathing as if they had just run a mile, both their faces red with rage, and both shouting as if they were no older than ten. Scorpius was immediately ashamed. He put some more distance between himself and Weasley as he grabbed his shirt from where it landed on the ground.

"I'll just be in the next room then…" he said quietly, trailing off at the end, his face reddening even more. As he stepped over the threshold of the room, Weasley piped up again.

"Oi Malfoy! Maybe you can ask the Healer to pull that stick out of your arse!" Scorpius clenched his fists, but did not stop walking. He was in no mood to give Weasley the satisfaction of getting under his skin. He made sure the next room was vacant before stepping in. He proceeded to change into the patient gown and waited for the nurse to show up. As it so happened, it was the pretty blonde from the front desk. She made a huge show of checking his vitals. She even cast aside her wand to check his pulse the Muggle way.

"The Muggle way is so much more accurate," she said as if it were a secret only those in the medical profession knew. My ass it's more accurate, Scorpius thought to himself. Nonetheless, he let her get closer to him and take his pulse. It was clear that Becka, (that was what she had told him to call her), was not very well versed in the art of subtlety. Or she just didn't feel like being subtle. She bent over slightly, pretending to get better access to his wrist. In the process, Scorpius got a full view down the front of her suspiciously low cut uniform. She's not even making me work, he thought.

On another day, he would've loved the open invitation and accepted it without second thought. However, he was still peeved and infuriated by his run-in with Weasley. He was in no mood to accept any favours from his nurse. Scorpius wasn't very good at letting down girls lightly. It was mainly because he didn't have much practice; almost any girl that showed the slightest interest ended up in some sort of relationship with him. Relationship being used in the loosest of definitions. Whether it was a one night stand, or a three month dating period, he'd never really been one to say no. His only rules were: you had to be pretty, and your surname could not be Potter or Weasley. Scorpius never started a relationship, he only ended them. He did not run after women, they came to him. This was how it always was.

But now was a rare exception to the rule. Scorpius was well aware that Becka was not in it for the long term. She was pretty, and she was not a Potter or a Weasley. But quite frankly, Scorpius was simply not in the mood. But how to reject her in a way that wasn't too hurtful, yet direct?

He blurted out the first thing that came to his mind, and regretted it almost immediately. "I'm a virgin!" He could feel his cheeks and the tips of his ears go hot. He mentally slapped himself. Unreal. Un-bloody-real. His two biggest prides were his skills as an Auror, and his ability in between the sheets. He'd been Hogwarts' resident Sex God, and here he was telling a very pretty woman that he was a virgin.

Time seemed to freeze as he gulped and tried to look as apologetic as he could. Becka withdrew her two fingers from his wrist and straightened up so that he no longer had a clear view of what she was offering. She cleared her throat awkwardly and picked up her wand again. She finished the rest of her checkup keeping a four foot distance between the two of them. After a few minutes, she tapped her clipboard and a full report of his health appeared.

"I'll let the Healer know how you're doing. She's checking Miss Weasley right now, so it'll be a few moments before she'll be in here." Becka swirled her wand and conjured up some reading material for him. "Something to keep you occupied," she said before leaving. Once the door had clicked shut, Scorpius sagged into his seat and ran an irritated hand through his hair. He tried to console himself by repeating, "It's just one girl," over and over in his head like some sort of mantra. A few minutes into his mantra, he heard a commotion from the other side of the wall. The wall that was adjacent to Weasley's room. He heard loud clattering, as if a chair had been thrown onto the stone floor. And then came the yelling. Scorpius crossed the room and pressed his ear against the wall to better hear the argument. He came away disappointed; it seemed as though St. Mungo's stuck to their patient confidentiality guarantee. Magic blocked the yelling from being discernable—all Scorpius got was an earful of loud noises and the static buzz of the magical barriers.

It was then that he realized that he still had his clothes with him. Scorpius had come directly from his Auror assignment to Mungo's to treat his injuries, so his tools were still hidden in his clothing. He tapped his wand and muttered an incantation. He immediately spotted what he was looking for amidst the Auror tools that had suddenly appeared on his clothing. He rushed over the wall, now with a standard issue Auror Extendable Ear, courtesy of the Weasley Wizard Wheezes' new line of Auror Stealth accessories. It was quite brilliant really, he had to hand it to George Weasley. Improvements had been made to the older Extendable Ears; the Auror version could break through magical barriers and was much more portable than its predecessor.

Scorpius kneeled in front of the wall and listened to the scene he could only imagine unfolding before him.

"It can't be! It's not possible! IT CAN'T BE!" That was definitely Weasley's voice.

"I'm so sorry darling. We've checked twice already, and our tests are never faulty. If you'd like—" Hannah Longbottom's attempts at mollifying Weasley were interrupted by Weasley's hysterical pleading.

"Check again, I beg of you! THIS CANNOT BE! Your tests must be faulty…please." Her voice shook at the end and then Scorpius could hear Rose's shallow breathing. He was shocked; all former feelings of anger and frustration had left his body. They had been replaced with pure, unadulterated shock. Rose Weasley never lost her cool. Rose Weasley never lost control. She was in control of every single thing that had ever happened in her life. If you messed with Rose Weasley, you were the one that lost. That was just how it was. The only person she ever completely lost control with was him. But now…Scorpius could not believe it. Here he was, listening to Rose Weasley, who most certainly did not sound cool or collected; she sounded helpless, as if she had just been forced to sell her first born child's soul to the Devil. He pressed his Extendable Ear against the wall so hard that his knuckles went white.

"We are checking again Miss Weasley, but do not expect the results to be any different. If it says positive, then it most certainly means that the test is positive."

"I don't want it in me," Weasley said. Her voice was flinty and sharp. Her words were laced with venom and hardened with steel. "Get it out of me. Kill it. Take it out. It is not mine."

"Miss Weasley, this is not a decision that should be made in your current state. You should take this home and discuss it with your family. I know Hermione and Ron would want to speak with you about this."

"Not likely…" Rose muttered.

"Healer Longbottom, the test is positive," a new voice said. Probably a nurse, Scorpius thought.

"Rose dear," Healer Longbottom said in a soothing voice filled with emotion, "I'm afraid that you are beyond a shadow of a doubt, pregnant."

It's been ages since I've written any fanfic, so go easy on me. Found this in my documents and I rather liked it, so here's the beginning to a story! Hopefully I'll finish it.
Reviews please! As I have no idea in which direction I'll be taking this :)