A sweet little thing that I was dying to write up. Based kinda on Yours, Mine, and Ours. Only a bit, though. Just the inspiration. Like Rose is Helen, but without the 10 kids. Scorpius is Frank without his 8 kids. It's a complete different outtake on it, but I like it and I was going to write something called The Prince and His Slave, but I like this better! Hope you enjoy!

Rose Nymphadora Weasley lived at 782 Regent Lane in a two story house. The exterior was painted lime green and mulberry purple. Every door on the second story led to a porch, one of which had a small sun chair with an indigo umbrella. There was a patio wrapped around the lower level with a short flight of stairs running down to her wide backyard. Flat, gray stones pressed deeply into the ground split up at a fork in the road, leading to a shaded hut filled with mats and pillows and a greenhouse filled with anthuriam, citruses, and Kaffir lime.

Indoors was hectic. Her walls were deep reds, bright oranges, and sunshine yellows. One of the rooms was completely white, but there was Jackson Pollock work on the pallid walls. The smell of coffee, vanilla, and tea was heavy in the air wherever you went. You'd think that this wasn't the place for a single woman with no kids to live, but she wasn't all alone.

16 pets were living in her house. An English mastiff, a St. Bernard, and a black lab were her dogs, named Delilah, Remus, and Mutt. 6 cats, all strays before they came to her, were Snowball, Horizon, Smoky, Oreo, Peony, and Jack. 3 guinea pigs, given to her by her cousins, named Sam, Al, and Jessica. Her snakes were a corn snake, Helena, a rattlesnake, Carson, and a boa constrictor, Drake. And a yellow canary, which her father had found on one of his trips as an Auror, named Naoko.

And she didn't just live with pets. A homeless girl named Auralee Lynnea Babso who came to London as an immigrant. Her mother had told her she was going to meet her at the train station when they boarded, but her mother never showed up. Auralee went knocking on every door and one of those doors happened to be Rose's. Being the warm hearted person she was, Rose let her stay with her.

That was at least a year ago. Rose was now 21 working as a songwriter, author, and artist. She stayed at her house on weekdays and made her money by singing amazing songs with her guitar that she wrote, having some of her novels published, and selling her amazing paintings and portraits. Auralee was now 14 years old and went to a regular school in London, for she was a Muggle. She knew Rose was a witch and accepted that with ease.

Rose was fairly hot for her age. She had wavy auburn hair falling neatly to her elbows. Her face was slightly tanned from her many days lounging in her backyard. Her eyes – her mother's eyes – were big, brown, and full of laughter almost every time anyone saw her. She usually wore cropped sweatpants, ripped jeans, funny message tees, and sweaters. The fanciest things she owned were her few dresses that were all knee-length and tank top strapped and all of dark colors like deep purple and black. Her shoes were usually sneakers, while she owned only a few pairs of heels that were all black.

Auralee was Mediterranean, meaning she had that darkly tanned skin and slightly pulled eyes. Her hair was smooth, shiny, and charcoal black, falling a bit unevenly to her shoulders. Her eyes were an emerald green and absolutely shone when in light. She was very young teenager-ish and liked skinny jeans, black shirts, and converse high top sneakers. She had a lot of mini skirts and quite a few mini dresses and though many parents thought these were too revealing for a 14-year-old, Rose loved them on her adopted daughter.

Of course, that was only Rose.

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy lived at 784 Regent Lane, (aka, to the left of Rose,) in a one story home. The outer walls of the house were a color called champagne, which was a creamy beige color, and a white roof. There were no porches or patios of any sort on his house, but a fenced in backyard with a shed the same color as his house.

The inside was completely bland. The walls were simple colors, like taupe and pale blue, and the wildest thing in there was his painting of Mona Lisa. Apples, cinnamon, and peanut butter were the usual scents of the small but cozy house and though it sounded not so delicious, it was a beautiful aroma. He wasn't alone in this tiny space, though.

Scorpius lived with his girlfriend, Patricia Renee Tamblyn. She was a beautiful piece of work and the same age, surprisingly, for she didn't look it. They met at a coffee shop in the winter 2 years ago. He was buying a vanilla latte and she wanted one as well, so he bought if for her. She thanked him and they began to talk: at first about the weather and their jobs, but soon enough, he'd asked her on a date. They'd been together for a year and a half now and were engaged and to be married later that spring.

Patricia and Scorpius were both Healers at St. Mungo's. They worked on different ends of the building, but stayed together at lunch when they could. He worked on the fourth floor for spell damage and she worked on the first for creature induced injuries. While Scorpius was a Hogwarts alumnus, Patricia came from Beauxbatons. She dropped out in sixth year when her teacher's told her she was useless in all her classes. After that, she lived with her parents until she was old enough to master her powers and become a Healer.

Along with Patricia, Scorpius also lived with his goldfish, Finn. Finn was the strong and silent type and swam slowly in the unadulterated water, sometimes flipping his fins through the opening of the small castle; sometimes just floating and letting bubbles escape his mouth. All in all, Finn was a very boring fish.

Then again, Scorpius was a very boring person with a very boring lifestyle.

He dressed very professionally. His closet was filled with dark green, pale gray, and quite a bit of black. He only had a few pairs of jeans, for his wardrobe was full of working clothing. There were quite a few dress shirts, lots of tailored pants, and many pairs of dress shoes of only one color – charcoal.

Patricia dressed also very efficiently. She had quite a few dark gray tailored suits and a few dress skirts. Her shoes were the sensible type and the wedge shoes of the same bland color – burgundy. Her few dresses were rather fancy and no where near as low cut or revealing as Rose's. They were ankle length and sparkly and velvet, with no sleeves.

Rose and Scorpius barely acknowledged each other's existence, for they were totally different people with totally different jobs and interests. That was until Friday, May 12th.

Scorpius had worked all day long and wanted to go home immediately. Some idiot decided it was funny to let his wolf out on some poor, innocent, itinerant person. The wolf nearly killed the man, but the authorities caught him and he was sent to court while the homeless guy was now in St. Mungo's.

Patricia had to work late that night, so he went home as usual. When he got there, he realized he'd left his keys inside. This left him keyless. He was about to use the Alohomora spell, but there was a scratching noise.

He turned around, but saw only early evening darkness. He reached for his wand again, but the scratching continued.

This was getting freaky. He finally got hold of his wand, but something huge jumped up on him. He fell to the ground with the thing on top, it clawing and eating……wait a second. The thing wasn't clawing or eating. He was pawing and licking!

It took Scorpius by complete surprise. He had expected a full on attack, but instead, received a bath of slobber!

There was a flick of what sounded like a light switch and footsteps became louder every second. Soon enough, someone was standing next to Scorpius, their wand lit.

"Who are you?" the voice asked. It was female, judging by the pitch. And from the light, the legs showed off under her shorts meant it was a girl.

"Get this bloody beast off of me!" Scorpius cried loudly. The girl pulled what appeared to be a dog off of him and he regained structure. He wiped off the dog hair that covered his work robes now and looked at the woman.

It was his neighbor who he took little interest in: Rose.

"I'm sorry, sir," she began. She obviously didn't know it was him. "Mutt's always been really lovable and I'm sorry if he caused you any damage……" She held her wand up higher and saw it was Scorpius. "Oh, it's you. Well, that's okay. Good boy, Mutt!" She ruffled the dog's coat of fur affectionately and the dog licked her hand. She wiped it on his good robes and smiled smugly.

"Look, can I stay the night at your place?" he asked as nonchalantly as possible. "Your mutt's gonna round up on me if I try to get in, so……"

"Is the famous Healer Scorpius Malfoy asking for my help?" Rose asked, putting a hand on her hip.

"Is the not-so-famous author, songwriter, and artist Rose Weasley going to help?" Scorpius retorted while slipping his wand back in his jacket pocket. "Please?"

"Well, since your begging, I'll do it," she said in a completely casual voice. "Come on, I'll think about keeping Mutt, Remus, and Delilah off of you."

"Who, who, and who?" Scorpius called as they began to go inside her large house.

As soon as the lime green door, Scorpius wanted to run out. It was extremely cluttered in places and very odd to look at. He was, after all, a neat freak and couldn't stand messes anywhere.

"Rose!" a voice called from upstairs. Auralee bounded down the staircase until she reached Scorpius, who happened to be right there, "You're not Rose."

"Neither are you," he replied smoothly. She pushed past him and continued to call for Rose. When she found who she was looking for in the kitchen grabbing some food, she shut the fridge door and looked at her.

"Rose, who's the freak at the stairs?" Auralee whispered. Rose smiled at her adopted daughter.

"That freak is staying the night," Rose assured her. "And his name is Scorpius."

"I prefer freak," Auralee confirmed.

"I do, too," Rose replied. Auralee grinned at her closest friend and non-blood relative.

"I'm gonna watch some movies at home tonight, kay?" Auralee asked while grabbing a smoothie from the fridge.

"Only up till 3," Rose said in a free voice. She sounded like she didn't care, but to be responsible put a curfew.

"Kay," Auralee said. "You're not gonna use Juno, Knocked Up, and Road Trip, are you?"

"Not with freak here," Rose replied warmly.

"I'll be upstairs and downstairs when food is needed," Auralee called as she left the kitchen area.

"Night!" Rose called back.

Auralee passed Scorpius on her way up. "Later, freak," she said before taking a sip of her smoothie and going up the stairs.

Scorpius walked over to Rose slowly. "You're daughter?" he asked a bit suspiciously. He'd never seen a husband, so it was pretty strange to him.

"Adopted," Rose mused. "She came knocking and I let her in."

"You just let a 13 year old –" he began.

"14 year old," Rose corrected.

"You just let a 14 year old girl do whatever she wants when you barely know her?"

"She's been living here for a year now," Rose stated simply while sticking a bag of popcorn in a Muggle invention called the microwave. "I know more about her then her mother did."

Scorpius nodded but still thought Rose was off her rocker to let some girl into her care when she just met her on the streets.

"So, married? Pets?" he asked. Rose was now chopping up pieces of a chocolate bar.

"Never been and don't want to be married," she said looking away from him. "I've got 16 pets in total."

"16!" he nearly screamed. She whipped her head around, her loose bun falling even looser, and stuffed a piece of chocolate in his mouth.

"Shut up!" she said quietly. "And yes!"

He finished chewing the chocolate before she spoke again.

"Here, I'll show them to you when I get all my stuff," she said. "Carry this." She threw a bag of large marshmallows and a box of graham crackers in his arms while she put the chopped chocolate in a Ziploc bag and took a Butterbeer out.

They began to walk through her house and everywhere he looked, animals were crawling.

"Delilah, Remus, and Mutt are my dogs," she began as they passed the huge beasts. "Snowball, Horizon, Smoky, Oreo, Peony, and Jack are my cats." There were 6 cats sitting on her couches and one of them was on her TV, a furry arm dropped to cover a bit of the television. "Jessica, Sam, and Al are somewhere in their cage." Sure enough, in a cage at least 15 by 30 inches, covered in wood shavings, were 3 guinea pigs. All of them were scurrying around and making loud clicking noises. "Naoko's probably flying around your head, so be careful."

Scorpius looked upwards and saw a small yellow canary twittering loudly and circling his head. It fluttered down and gently landed on his head. It pulled a bit at his silver-blonde hair before flying off again.

"Is that it?" he asked as they finally reached the upstairs.

"Besides the snakes, yes," Rose confirmed.

Scorpius shuddered visibly.

"Never been a fan of snakes, Malfoy?" she asked modestly.

While he raked his brain for an answer, she began to collect her things from him and place them on a large queen-sized bed. After it was all on the dark purple duvet, she reached down and pulled up something that looked at least 10 feet long. She let it wrap itself behind her neck and onto her other arm.

"This is Drake," she said, moving closer to him. He stepped back on instinct and watched it come closer to him, its tongue flicking in and out of its tight mouth.

Drake slithered around Rose's waist, then across her round ass, and back onto the ground, where it slinked to do some traitorous deed, so Scorpius thought.

"How many more are there?" he asked while gulping loudly.

"2," she replied, letting her hair from its unruly bun, "Helena and Carson, a corn and rattle."

"You own a rattlesnake?" he asked nervously.

"Is da big man scared of a whittle snake?" she asked in a fake baby voice.

"Hell yeah!"

"The guest room's next door," she said, pointing to a door of a seafoam green color. "Don't come out of there until 8:00 am. There's a bathroom attached, to you can use it if necessary."

"Thanks," he said plainly.

She nodded before leaving his sight by disappearing into her room.

The room assigned to Scorpius was actually rather nice. The walls were a deep shade of bottle green, giving the overall look of the room an eerie midnight ocean feel. A balcony was on the far right wall with a spectacular view of the backyard and its glories.

The bed was queen-sized, like hers, but covered in a duvet matching the door. A television, probably 20 inches, was sitting on a table across from the comfortable looking bed. What Muggles called a 'telephone' was on the nightstand, shining brightly. It seemed like someone was on the phone.

As Scorpius lay on his bed, his shoes and work robes off, he picked up the silver phone with a bright orange screen. The number was 856-0354. It didn't look familiar, but 2 words and a symbol cleared it all up:

Mom & Dad.

He pressed the TALK button and held it up to his ear. He heard Rose and her mother's conversation.

"Mom, don't tell Dad, alright?" Rose's voice pleaded. "He'll freak if he knew I was playing host to a Malfoy for the night."

"He'd freak if he knew you were playing host to anyone of the opposite sex," Hermione's voice replied. "I won't."

"Are you done on the felly-tone yet, Mione!" a voice that sounded like Ron's asked.

"Telephone, Ronald! And almost!" Hermione called back. "I've gotta go. I love you, Rose."

"Love you too, Mom."

There was a beeping sound and the call ended. Scorpius hung the silver doodad back on its charger, turned off the lamp next to him, and began to think deeply.

'Playing host to a Malfoy?'

She was just playing host?

He knew it was true, but still, he thought that it hurt.

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