Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the song 1+1, who are actually owned by the fantastic J.K. Rowling and Scouting for Girls, respectively.

I never wanted to forget that night we had and what happened assured I ever would.

That one night, just after we graduated from Hogwarts, was the best I'd ever had. We had decided to meet up before I went off to do auror training and you to do healer training. We reminisced, of those carefree and innocent days at Hogwarts, we drank (a lot) and we danced. Then some how we were at my flat, the one I shared with your cousin Albus, and making awkward goodbyes, we muttered the old 'We'll have to do this again' and 'I'll see you soon', but we both knew that we wouldn't fulfil our promises, and so, realising that, I decided to do something about it. When you leaned in to kiss my pale cheek, I moved my head slightly so our lips met. Without sounding corny, I have to say, it was like whole world stopped just for that moment and there was nothing but you and me in whole entire universe. I didn't expect that. I didn't even expect for you to kiss me back, never mind it be so fantastic and I defiantly didn't expect what happened next, thank god Albus was out with Dominique, partying, as usual. You slowly pushed me through the open door, while dragging my coat off my back, I was shocked with your intentions, was this really the bookworm Rose, that I knew and loved? But I went along with it, as you do. Then you whispered, into my ear, the most seductive words that I had ever heard you utter, 'Take off your clothes and come to bed, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy', I chuckled, and you carried on, 'I've got my needs, but I don't need sleep…' It was my turn to whisper then, 'You're naughty girl, Rose.' She kissed my neck and muttered 'Don't let my dear old father hear that; he'd skin you alive or tell your father. I hear he doesn't like me much. ' Her lips then continued their descent down my throat …

Three months later, at the door I've got your dad. He's not a happy man, he's actually flipping mad. His face matches his Weasley red hair, that you have inherited, even his ears are red… He steps menacingly towards me and shouts in my face, 'YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE, FERRET JUNIOR! SHE'S PREGNANT! UP THE DUFF, KNOCKED UP, GOT A BUN IN THE OVEN! AND IT'S YOUR'S!' I stood there while he glared at me. 'Who is?' I stammered, innocent till proven guilty. Then you appeared. Radiant despite that your usually gorgeous eyes were red from crying, and that there were tear tracks down your face. You looked me in eye, the brown eyes, though filled with tears, I realised I loved so much, meeting my grey ones, and then you said the two words that filled me with happiness and despair, 'I am.' Crap….

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