Well, since there's something seriously wrong with me, I wrote this. Rose/Scorpius thing. LOVE THAT couple. Seriously.

Anyway, there was supposed to be some huge story and I barley had any ideas for it so I wrote it in a bunch of little parts and then, before I barley even started writing the first one, I started the sequal and then the threequal. And then I realized, why not just make it a little drabble thing? So I am. They're mostly connected, except for one or two, but I'll tell you if they aren't connected for that one. Just a little explanation, Abby is Rose's best friend, and she's a Muggleborn. There WILL be some Abby/Albus chapters with a bit of Rose/Scorpius in it, so, yeah. Hope you like it?

Disclaimer: You're kidding me, right? Yeah, I own Harry Potter. Surrre.

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"Rosie!"

"Hi, Danny." I bend over to pick up my four-year-old godson. "How are you?"

"Good." he replies solemnly, tilting his chin down. "Scorp!"

"Hey, Dan." Scorpius ruffles Daniel's dark hair. "Where's your dad?"

"Kitchen." he answers, just as my cousin's voice rings through the house.

"Who is it, Dan?" Albus turns the corner from the kitchen, his black hair messy and obviously not combed, and was still in his old pajamas. He had a toaster waffle (Abby introduced them to us when we were in third year. They're awesome.) in his hand, which was half-eaten.

"Whoa, don't get all dressed up for us." I roll my eyes, giving him a one-armed hug.

"Love ya too, Rosie."

"It's Rose."

"Danny calls you Rosie."

"He's four."

"Fine. Rose."

I smile. "Where's Abby? I wanna talk to her."

He jerks his chin upward, indicating upstairs. "Good luck. She's sleeping. And you know how she is with sleep." Albus's eyes drift toward Scorpius. "Hey, Scorp."

"Hey, man." Scorp waltzes into the kitchen. "Got anymore waffles? I'm starving."

"Can I come with you to see mommy?" Danny asks, looking up at me with his big, light-brown eyes.

I shake my head. "Sorry, buddy. This is private."

He frowns, but runs toward the living room, where some Muggle show is on the television (Abby wouldn't be able to live without certain Muggle things).

I tip-toe up the stairs, and make my way to Abby and Albus's room. Lord, even though they've been married for three years, I'll never get used to saying that.

"Abby." I shake the lump in the bed that's supposed to be my best friend. "Abs. Get up. This is muy importante." One of the only phrases in Spanish I know.

"Hmm?" she mumbles. Her eyes widen, and she sits up quickly. "Omigod. Omigod!" she grabs my hand, and then the other one. "Where's the ring?"

"What are you talking about?" I ask, reclaiming my hand.

"Did Scorp propose or not?"

"He didn't!"

Abby groans. "Rose, you asshole! I told you not to wake me up unless Scorpius proposes!"

"This is pretty important too, Abs." I sit on the bed, crossing my legs.

"Hm?" she asks, sitting up.

I bring my pocket book in front of me, and unclip the front pocket. I pull out the little devil I couldn't stop thinking about.

"Whoa. You're kidding."

I shake my head.

"Well, I'm not gonna touch it, gross. But… what happened to waiting 'til marriage?"

"It only happened once or twice. I didn't think it was that big a deal."

Abby frowns. "Have you told him yet?"

I shake my head. "Wanted to make sure I'm not some total slut."

"You're 23. You're not a slut."

I shrug. "I dunno, Abs."
"You're keeping it, right?"

I nod slowly.

"Good." She takes my hand. "It's gonna be okay, Rosie."

I look down. "I hope so."

"It will be. Because, you, Rose Weasley, is going to have the most beautiful baby ever."