A/N: I was really inspired to start this fanfiction so I did. Reviews would be greatly appreciated. I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Yes, I am J.K. Rowling. Thanks for asking….. Wait I'm not J.K. Oh well, looks like these characters don't belong to me:/
Every Story Needs An Ending
Prologue
As Rose sat in the cafe, her mind wandered over the past 5 years of her life. How did she end up like this? She couldn't help but wonder where Scorpius was right now? Was he enjoying his life? Did he miss Her as much as she missed him? Rose knew it was her fault they were apart. Now that they were, it seemed that she made the wrong choice.
Rose finished her cup of tea and wandered lonely across the street to her apartment. Tonight was the 30th Annual Gala at the Ministry. She was supposed to be there in 5 hours.
As she got ready for the ball, she wondered if Scorpius would show up. She knew he almost always went with her cousin, Albus. Was he seeing other people?
What was she thinking? She shouldn't be thinking about Scorpius tonight? Not after Roxanne told her what would be happening tonight. Roxanne had overheard the conversation after Easter dinner at the Burrow.
Roxanne was walking down the main staircase in the Burrow when she saw Thomas, Rose's boyfriend of about 1 year, talking to Ron, Rose's father, at the kitchen table. Everyone was outside in the garden still talking and catching up.
"Tom, you know that I love my daughter very much and I want her to be happy If she can be happy with you, of course I will give you my blessing"
"Thank you, Mr. Weasley. I believe I am the one who will make her happy"
"When do you plan on proposing?"
"At the Gala in a few weeks, sir"
"Call me Ron, son."
"Really, Mr. We- I mean, Ron?"
"No. Not until you marry my daughter."
Ron heard Ron's hardy laugh and the nervous laughter of Tom as they left the kitchen to join the rest of the Weasley-Potter clan.
Rose never fancied it would happen like this. She always assumed it would be a blond instead of a brunette. She always imagined he would have blue eyes, not hazel. Most of all she always imagined it being a Malfoy, not a Halford.
Rose knew that all stories had to end somewhere, but she never thought her's and Scorpius' would end there.