They Belong
I'm not quite sure what this is, but here it is. Because the world needs more TeddyRoseScorpius.
I'm not JK Rowlings, Gaston Leroux, or Andrew Lloyd Webber. Wish I was, but nope. I don't own anything but this story.
It's raining the day he leaves her. Rose doesn't try to fight to make him stay. What's the point? He and Victoire belong together and she's only ever been the obstacle that their love had to overcome. She knew this was coming the first time Teddy kissed her.
She still cries all morning long. She's a Ravenclaw so she's logical and she hates to get tangled up in a mess of emotions like this. But when his coffee mug is sitting there on the counter and she's still wearing his shirt and there are pictures of him everywhere, it's hard not to. She spends the day cleaning their—no, her—apartment of all traces of him. She doesn't delude herself into believing that he might return. She makes a neat box with all his possessions in it and ships it to Victoire's Parisian flat where he surely is by now.
She's on her seventh, or is it her eighth, cup of hot tea when Scorpius floos in through her fireplace. She doesn't need to look to know who it is, so she simply takes his tea mug out of her cabinet and fishes through her canister of English Breakfast to find one of his Earl Grey teabags. A strangled sob slips out when she notices the absence of Teddy's coffeemaker that's now on its way to France.
"Rose," he breathes and it's almost a question. He doesn't tell her that Teddy went straight to his apartment to beg him to take care of her. He doesn't tell her that Teddy is now sporting a black eye and a crooked nose. He doesn't tell her that he hates Teddy, even though they're family, for using Rose as his small rebellion before settling down with Victoire. He doesn't even tell her that he always thought she was an idiot for wasting nine months of her life on Teddy Lupin, a Hufflepuff for Merlin's sake.
She's standing dangerously still now, facing the counter and moving his teabag up and down in his cup. He strides silently to her and places his arms around her. She turns in his arms and he holds her while she cries, stroking her long red curls and murmuring softly to her. "You'll be fine, you'll be fine," he repeats to her.
Rose finally raises her head from his chest and wipes her eyes. "Why are you here, Scorp?" she asks her best friend with a quiet voice. He freezes for a moment. She's Rose and she's the only person he's never been able to lie to. But can he tell her this?
"Teddy came to see me," he whispers to her while rubbing soothing circles on her back. "He does care about you, but he just…"
"Belongs with Victoire. I get it. I always knew this would happen, Scorp. I'm not stupid," Rose says, but her voice is hollow and her eyes are dull and wet with tears. "They belong together. Just my whole family says I belong…" she trails off, amazed at what she's almost admitted in her teary state.
Scorpius brushes aside Rose's almost-confession. She doesn't feel that way about him—yet. He's willing to wait for her. "Rose, it's okay now. You're going to be okay. And I'll be here with you now." He sings quietly to her, "No more talk of darkness. Forget these wide eyed fears."
Rose smiles at his reference to her favorite musical. He turns to the counter and pours sugar and cream into their teas and she finds comfort in the fact that he knows how she makes her tea. He hands one of the mugs to her and she quietly sips the steaming liquid.
"Look, Rose. It's stopped raining."