Scorpius POV
I am totally not living up to my family name. Scorpius Malfoy is supposed to be a big name, maybe a Quidditch player, a journalist, but definitely NOT a "Sexy" Messages Postman. Yes, I, Scorpius Malfoy, was an SMP at the youthful age of 25.
What is an SMP you ask? Well it is the worst job ever! We men send messages to lovely ladies in place of their lovers who fear the drastic consequences involving such messages. I have lost count of how many women, sometimes men, have slapped me, screamed and cried, slammed the door in my face, or used me as a shoulder to cry on. Being an SMP is seriously hard work.
This is why, as I walked up to my first house of the day, I prayed that I would not get hurt. I knocked on the door, and when it opened, revealing a young woman, I took out my piece of cardstock, and started reading.
"Hi, Miss Rose -HOLY MOTHER OF MERLIN!"
I stared at the page in shock as I finally took in the bedraggled redhead at the door. It was indeed her. Rose Weasley, daughter of Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. The same one who left me 5 years ago.
I was glad to see she was surprised as well as I took her in. She looked exactly as she had all those years ago, minus the obvious bags under her eyes. She was dressed in one of my T-shirts that I had left at our apartment all those years ago and dark blue jeans that were clearly hastily put on.
We stared at each other for a few minutes, until the shout of a little girl woke us up from our daze.
"Mommy! Mommy! What's taking so long? The toast is turning black!" A little girl, no older than 5 years ran up from behind her. She look exactly like a Mini- Rose aside from the fact that she had cool grey eyes, unlike Rose's sapphire blue.
Ignoring the little girl, Rose turned to me.
"Scorpius Malfoy. It's been a long-"
"Scorpius Malfoy?" The little girl piped up. She too looked at me with surprise. "I know you!"
"You do?" I asked, smiling kindly at her.
"Of course I do!" She squealed, now jumping up and down. "You're my daddy!"