Set-Up
Draconis VonTrapp
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My. Brother. Is. So. Dense! Rosie and Lily and I all know they're over the fuckin' moon for each other. Shy glances, tittering giggles, 'accidental' touches. It's so bleeding obvious, yet they–won't–get–on–with–it! Ugh! You have no idea how frustrating this is!
Oh, it's not like I haven't tried helping. I've done everything short of stripping Albus naked and tossing him into Scorpius's lap (though I've considered it). I leave the study group so they can be alone in the library together. I take Albus's clothes when he's in the shower after Quidditch so he has to be naked until he finds where I've hidden them. I steal his textbooks so he has to share Scorpius's. What else could I do?!
Luckily Rosie, being the smart one in the family, suggested the carnival. A Muggle one comes near our town every summer. Yes, this idea was grand. I calmly told Albus he should bring Scorpius (or Rory, as he calls him) with him because won't it be fun with more than just us three? (Lily hates the carnival. Oh, and Mister Malfoy isn't allowed to know; his head would probably explode.)
At the carnival, everything is going well so far. I bought the two lovenargles a cotton candy treat blown into the shape of a heart, since I'm so done with trying to be subtle. I told them to share a bumper cart as Rosie and I shared one. And finally, towards the end, I practically push them into a Ferris wheel compartment. This should be the icing on the cake. The perfect romantic cliché, works every time!
It's been about half an hour now, and I can't find Albus. Surely he's gotten off the Ferris wheel by now, so he should be close by… ah ha! There! Leaning against a tree. With Scorpius leaning against his chest. And it looks like they're either doing very accurate Dementor impressions, or they're totally making out.
Rosie and I high-five each other. Mission accomplished.