Scorpius wasn't exactly the knight in shining armor that Rose had set out looking for, but she had realized that he fit the bill pretty perfectly. He was sweet, and handsome, and when he kissed her in a broom closet or the corner of the library she could feel her toes curl, and butterflies in her stomach flutter, and she just wanted to jump on him sometimes. But that part of the story is private. In short, she knew that he was pretty much perfect. The only thing that kept her from admitting her undying love and riding off into the sunset was the one thing that had kept them apart for the first 6 years of their school careers: he wasn't a Gryffindor.
It wasn't the house, per say, that bothered Rose, it was that he wasn't brave. And she knew, that above all else, she needed someone who was brave enough to stand up to her family, and to her, and to her father. Scorpius was no meek little flower, but Rose could only imagine a conversation between him and her father.
"You're not good enough for my daughter!" Ron would yell.
"Yes, sir," Scorpius would stammer.
"Never talk to her again!"
"Yes, sir." And with that, Scorpius would run out the door, to go hide in the wilderness.
Rose sighed, placing her head in her elbow. So what was she supposed to do? She stared at the piece of parchment in front of her. "Mr. and Mrs. William Weasley would like to announce the wedding of their daughter, Victoire Weasley, to Mr. Theodore Lupin. You and one guest may attend, chicken or fish blah blah blah." She had to bring a guest, or they would all mock her.
"Poor Rosie, single again, are we? Tut, tut," they would say.
She would just love to shove Scorpius in their faces. Say, "Nope, actually, I snagged a pretty decent bloke. He's funny and charming and totally brilliant at snogging and he's perfect except he won't go anywhere with me in public."
Later that evening, when they were walking the deserted halls of Hogwarts, everything fit into place. They kissed, and it was magical. And Scorpius, nervous and shaking and sure that she would laugh, said the five words that would forever change Rose's life, and, most importantly, secure her a date to her cousin's wedding.
"I love you, Rose Weasley."
And, from that moment on, Rose dubbed him an honorary Gryffindor.
This is for Beth's (thehalfbloodgranger on tumblr) 20th birthday and it's probably really terrible and I should be doing a million other things and I'm so far behind on NaNo and I KNOW that everyone that likes my longer story is probably going to kill me but I wrote this instead and yes.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BETH.
And please enjoy the awkward shortness of this I know it's terrible.
xoxoxo Sarah