Just A Typical Weasley Christmas, Right?: Chapter Two

Hello my lovelies! (I've always wanted to say that.) First, thank you for continuing with this story and a special thanks to anyone who reviewed or followed! I swear, every time I got an email alert or a review I did a happy dance (my family can vouch for this.) Sorry for not posting for so long! I didn't have wifi for a while.

Dare To Do When You Are About To Die of Boredom: Answer the phone and then scream "MY BANANA IS CRYING!" Then hang up.

Quote of the Post: "There's no need to call me sir, Professor." -Harry Potter

Disclaimer: Last I checked I wasn't the amazing JK Rowling. Maybe a Polyjuice potion is necessary? ;P

Lastly, I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter. I've tried editing it over and over but well I just hope that it's okay. But I can't know that unless you review *cough* hint *cough*

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I Go On A Rampage

I arrived at Malfoy Manor with a Pop! I angrily stomped through the open iron gates, up the stone pathway, and the white marble steps. I was so furious that I almost punched a hole through the door when I knocked on it. I impatiently tapped my foot, but barged in after ten seconds, rendered incapable of waiting. I marched into the pristine entrance hall, the white marble gleaming so much that I could see my reflection in it. I belatedly realized that I had apparated over while still in my blue and white polka dot pajamas (yes, Lily and I have matching pajamas, problem?) and pink bunny slippers. Oh well, too late to turn back now.

I should probably explain why I'm so mad at my boyfriend. I mean, I know that he did have my best interests at heart, and that he had obviously spent a great deal of time planning this, but there was one glaring detail that he had missed. It was the only thing that I had ever wanted in a proposal. I wasn't like other girls who had impossibly high standards for proposals, or spent an absurd amount of time imagining the perfect proposal, complete with a candlelit dinner, a romantic walk on the beach, or any other of that clichéd crap. (Don't get me wrong, I love the beach and food, I just find that they are incredibly clichéd. And I want to do things that no one else had ever done before. What was the point of living if you just followed in the footsteps ahead of you? Wouldn't you rather create your own path? Sorry, I'm rambling again.) All that I had ever wanted was for the one I loved to actually be there, they didn't even have to get down on one knee if they didn't want to. All I had ever wanted was to share this significant moment with my significant other. Scorp knew that and that was why I was currently on a rampage.

"SCORPIUS HYPERION MALFOY! AND YES THIS IS SERIOUS ENOUGH FOR ME TO USE YOUR MIDDLE NAME! HOW DARE YOU?" I screamed as I marched to the Malfoy's living room, where they were sure to be exchanging Christmas presents. Sure enough, when I reached the archway to the living room, I saw that the Malfoys were sitting quietly in white armchairs, surrounding a colossal Christmas tree. Scorp had a look of pure terror on his face, a half open present lying across his lap. I noticed that he was opening my gift to him, and I could practically feel the steam coming out of my ears (that had happened before, don't ask.) I was tempted to march up to Scorp, yank the present off of his lap and smash it into a million pieces. (I know, I know I was being a bit too um….enthusiastic but hey I was absolutely furious, and once I'm that far gone I can't think straight. Usually Scorp was the only one who could calm me down and talk some sense into me, but seeing as I was mad at him… Well, let's just say that this should be interesting.)

I stomped up to Scorp in all of my pajama-clad glory and screamed at him, "SCORPIUS HYPERION MALFOY WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS GOING THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL WHEN YOU CAME UP WITH THAT "BRILLIANT" IDEA? HOW DARE YOU PROPOSE TO ME WHEN YOU WEREN'T EVEN THERE?"

"Okay, well we'll just give you two some privacy," Mr. Malfoy said with wide eyes before scurrying out of the room with his wife.

"W-what?" Scorpius spluttered.

"What do you mean what? I mean this!" I yelled, waving the box at him before throwing it at him with a little more force than necessary. He caught it before it could hit him. Curse his Keeper skills. They really made it hard to throw things at him when I was in a rage. Then again, I was in a rage so often that he may have gotten so good at being a Keeper because of that. Well then he has me to thank when he goes professional. (Scorp had received several letters from various professional teams practically begging him to join their team.) Scorp stood up.

"Rose, I didn't give this to you," he said with absolute certainty.

"What do you mean you didn't give this to me? It was signed with your initials and it was wrapped in scarlet wrapping paper," I asked, confuzzled. (Confuzzled is a cross between confused and puzzled. Hugo and Lily have been trying to make it a word since they could talk and over time the word sort of grew on me.)

"Rose," he said, taking a few steps towards me and grasped my wrists. "Scarlet," he whispered, sending shivers down my spine. Oh no! I was supposed to be mad at him! He wasn't supposed to have this much of an effect on me when I was mad at him! I could feel myself calming down, against my will, with that name.

"Scarlet, I didn't give that ring to you," he repeated.

"Then how do you explain the wrapping paper, Nightshade?" I asked.

"Rosie, I use the same wrapping paper every year. Someone could've just noticed that and duplicated it," he explained. I relaxed slightly. "I am absolutely certain that I did not give you this ring," he continued, holding the ring with two fingers, "because this is the ring I got you." He reached into his pocket dropped the offending ring into it, and pulled out a scarlet box. He then got down on one knee and opened it. I gasped, shocked beyond words. I completely forgot what I was mad about, or even that I was mad at all. Scorp tended to have that effect on me. It really annoyed me at times.

Inside the box was a small gold ring with a diamond set in it. Except, this was not your traditional ring. It had a scarlet gemstone placed in the center of the diamond, and two diamond wings that fluttered, attached to the diamond. I smiled madly as I registered it for what it was and what was happening. It was a Snitch, Scorpius proposed to me with a diamond Snitch; it made me even happier (if that was possible) at the appropriateness of it. All anger that I had felt towards Scorpius a moment ago had dissipated and was replaced with love so intense that I could barely restrain myself from flinging my arms around his neck and snogging the living daylights out of him. However, I deemed that inappropriate since he looked like he wanted to say something.

"Scarlet, I love you with every single cell of my body. I mean, I'd rather die than see you get hurt. And I don't know how a guy like me could ever even have a chance with someone as incredible as you. You are the most amazing person that I have ever had the fortune to meet, and I will never know how I got so lucky that I got to meet someone like you. I love you so much Scarlet, and I never, ever want to lose you. So will you please, please marry me?" I stood there, dumbstruck. How could he possibly think that he was the lucky one? God, how could I have possibly had the privilege to know him?

"Well, I guess this isn't exactly the best timing seeing as you were just yelling at me for proposing to you. I was planning on doing this after our annual Christmas Quidditch match but this seemed like the right time," he said, scratching his head. He stood up, and I surged forward and kissed him with an intensity that surprised both of us. He kissed me back with the same fervor. My hands instinctively wound around his neck and he wrapped his strong arms around my waist. Some people say that when they kissed the right person than it felt like fireworks were going off, but this wasn't some petty fireworks, this was a blazing inferno. We broke apart, gasping for air. Sometimes I really hated oxygen.

Scorpius smiled. "I take that as a yes then?" He asked hopefully. And in that moment it didn't matter to me that Scorp and I were only in our 7th year, and I didn't care about my family's reaction. All I knew is that I wanted to be with Scorp until infinity ran out. And no one would take that from me. I wouldn't let that happen, even if I had to fight a dragon again to ensure that. Heck, I would fight a thousand dragons if it meant that I never had to leave Scorp's side. No, no one could separate us and Merlin help the bloody bastard that thought otherwise.

However, I didn't particularly feel like admitting that yet so I simply smiled at him and lovingly said "Yes, you moron." He laughed and simultaneously sighed in relief as he slipped the ring on my finger.

"Only you Rose, only you could turn moron into a term of endearment." The look that he gave me turned my legs to jelly, but there was something that was bugging me.

"Hey Scorp," I said, "If you didn't give me that ring then who did?"

"That my dear Rose is an excellent question." I grinned, forming a plan. Scorpius grinned too.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked.

"Probably," I replied.

"Let's prank them back," we said together

Who do you think it is? (It might not be the most obvious person.)

Comment who you think it is!