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Prompt: Eternal

Written for The Bookshelf Competition

Prompt: The Caster Chronicles

Write about someone who doesn't accept his/her fate

Summary: Best friends for life. Arguments. Discussions. Time together. School sweethearts. Reality. Break-up. Distance. 7 years later, Rose Weasley returns to find that her once upon a time love of her life is getting married. And the only thing she knows is, she is the only girl for him.

NOTE: Hello everyone, this will be my first RoseXScorpius multi-chaptered fic, it wont be very long (three chapters), yet counts as a MC fiction. Anyway, I hope you like it.

Also, a bucket load of thanks to Clever Ink Slinger for being such an awesome beta!

Okay, happy reading!

Rose Weasley took a deep breath, taking in her surroundings. She couldn't believe that it had taken her seven long years to return home. She had been young and was learning to be independent when a great opportunity had knocked at her door-a job in America, a good one for a fresher. She had been offered to work/learn under one of the best artists-photographers. He was the chief editor of the magazine which had offered her the job-who was she to refuse? She did agree though-writing letters though conventional, she should have visited. The hills, the countryside, the most familiar house…was all the same. She had wanted to surprise her parents and apparated home, but upon her arrival Rose found the house empty. Then she realized that it was Sunday, which meant that her parents would be at her Grandparents' place. Well then, it would be better to surprise the whole family, she thought to herself as she apparated to the Burrow.

Appearing just outside of the Burrow, Rose noticed that her Grandparents' home looked quiet, too quiet. And on a Sunday too! She was quite surprised by how calm things were, and while she searched for any signs of movement, she took another deep breath to steady her nerves. Rose was too nervous to enter, and knew why. It wasn't because she would be meeting her family in person after seven long years, though she was sort of anxious about their reactions. No, instead it was because she knew he would be there. Just like he had been every time. But that was stupid of course. Years had passed- and for all she knew, his tradition had stopped once they ended things. Except, Rose knew in her heart that he wouldn't have; he had become a part of the family long before they had gotten together.

As her steps closed the distance to the door, her heartbeat continued to increase, "Calm down, it's going to be fine! Stop acting stupid," she told herself.

Instead of knocking, still wanting to go with the surprise, she opened the door silently. Rose knew the wards hadn't been set up against her, she was family. Once the door opened, she could hear the sounds of voices coming from the kitchen and living room. Allowing herself a nervous smile, she walked in.

She stopped just inside the living room. Almost all of her Uncles were there, all of them involved in conversations, and a couple of her cousins were scattered around the room. They didn't seem to have noticed her, "Hey guys!" she said, realizing that her voice slightly trembled.

A hush fell over the room, cloaking it in sudden silence. Just then, she saw her Dad coming out from the kitchen, holding some sandwiches and drinks. "Hey Daddy," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

Rose couldn't imagine how she had let life go on without them for so long. Her father simply gaped at her, probably wondering if she was real or not. She walked over to him and ignoring the food in his hands, pulled him into a hug. She heard the food clatter to the floor and he hugged her back, "I can't believe this! Bloody hell!"

"What's going on here?" Rose heard her Mum's voice and her head shot up to see Hermione, standing just outside of the kitchen, frozen in shock.

"Mom!" Rose exclaimed, and went over to hug her.

"Oh my god! Are you really home?" Hermione cried as she hugged her daughter back.

And then the silence broke and she was hugged by each and everyone of her present family present. All of them looking extremely happy to see her, but she also realized that there was something else in their expressions too. Rose noticed that her Mum seemed to be especially nervous. She watched her parents carefully, trying to see some hint of what was causing the uneasiness that had spread across the room.

"Wow, this is such a surprise! When did you get here?" her Mum asked, taking her toward the couch.

"Um, just a while ago," Rose shrugged, feeling a little confused. It felt like there was some secret in air, but she couldn't figure out what. Or maybe it was just awkwardness; she hadn't been here in seven years! Then again, they were her family! Speaking of family, she looked around. Most of her cousins weren't there, even her own brother seemed to be missing, and…he wasn't here too.

"Are you staying for long?" her Dad asked, he sounded hesitant. Rose looked at him, and her eyes softened. She hadn't realized just how much her staying away would affect her family. Rose felt sad and guilty; she shouldn't have been so focused on her career.

"Actually, I have decided to move back," she answered quietly.

"Really?" obviously, he hadn't expected that.

"Yes, Dad," she smiled widely.

"I'm so glad Rosie!" he grinned back and hugged her again.

"Me too," Rose laughed. She was sitting between her parents, both holding her, while the rest of the family went back to their conversations. It was pretty obvious that they were giving them time to catch up.

"So, where's everyone else?" Rose asked cautiously, suspicious about why none of her younger cousins were around.

"Well, they had somewhere else to be," she heard her Mum reply.

"Where?" she asked, looking at her. Once again, the whole room had gone quiet.

"At a wedding," Hermione mumbled.

"Who's wedding?" Rose asked, her heart suddenly hammering in her chest. It was almost as if it knew the answer.

When Hermione didn't answer, Rose freed herself from her parents' arms and leaned back to look at her mother. The answer was clear in her eyes. Rose swallowed and felt strangely empty.

"Scorpius's wedding," she inquired softly.

"Yes," was the only reply that Hermione gave. Rose clenched her suddenly cold hands into tight fists in her lap. It felt as if she couldn't breathe and there was a sharp pain stabbing through her chest.

"I-uh…air," she muttered and left the room.

Once again, she found herself standing outside of the Burrow. This time she was hunched over, gasping, as tears rolled down her face uncontrollably. The pain in her chest was too hard to bear. It hurt…it hurt too much.

She heard footsteps approaching and quickly straightened, wiping her face.

"Hey," it was her mother's soft voice.

"Mum!" Rose turned and hugged Hermione, crying.

"Oh honey," she said, hugging Rose back. Rose couldn't believe her reaction to the news of Scorpius' wedding. It had been seven long years, and she had been the one who ended it! But then why did it hurt like it was yesterday? Deep down, she knew the answer.

She had never stopped loving him.

No matter how many people she dated, met, or fell for…none of them could match up with her standards. None of them were him…none of them were Scorpius Malfoy.

Rose and Hermione apparated back to their home, and after a while Ron joined them.

"Is he already married?" Rose whispered, when all her tears seemed to have subsided.

"Not yet, it's in the evening, we are invited," Hermione quietly said, running her fingers through Rose's hair.

"By we you mean, Dad and you?" she asked, holding her breath.

"Yes," Hermione replied. Of course it would be…for all she knew, she was nonexistent to him.

"May I come too?" she asked quietly.

"Rose, darling, I don't think that is a good idea."

"Please Mum, I need to see him," she whispered.

"Darling, I know. But I don't know if he wants to see you, and moreover, I don't want you to get hurt," Hermione tried to explain. Rose kept quiet, her decision already made.

She was going to see him. One last time; before there wasn't a chance, before he truly wasn't hers.


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