Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. I will never be as talented or successful as Rowling. None of these characters or places are mine, nor will they ever be. This is all J.K. Rowling and I just want to use her characters and finish what she has left off. This story was inspired by "Rumor Has It" by Adele. I also have no rights to this song or lyrics.

Rumor Has it

Chapter 2

Rumor Has it: "She Ain't Got Your Love Anymore"

Part 2

Scorpius POV

Dear Scorpius Malfoy,

We are pleased to offer you the position of Keeper next season on the Chudley Cannons. Your performance over the past four seasons has not gone unnoticed, by the Quidditch Scouts. Being the youngest to have won MVP two years in a row, has gained international attention, and we would love for you to join our team next season.

If you so wish, negotiations will begin with you and your current team of The All Stars, for a trade.

We understand and appreciate all your hard work. Being part of team, means they become your family, and you build a sense of team spirit and pride, especially when playing for them. We respect your loyalty. However, we believe you will do great things here in in the U.K., if you decided to play for us.

Please inform us of your decision, no later than 30 May.

Thank you in advance,

Sincerely,

Matthew Grint

Chudley Cannons

Head Coach

"Al, I can't believe it. They want me." I sat in front of my phone, talking to my best friend, through video chat. I have just received this letter by owl today, and I'm ecstatic.

"That's unbelieveable, Mate! We're going to be teammates! Finally!" He laughed and smile. "So you're moving home, then, yea?" He asked.

My huge smile slipped for a second. "I uh, wow. Erm, I haven't thought that far yet."

"Malfoy, come on. It's the Cannons! They want you directly! No tryouts, first string!"

I sighed. "Believe me, I know." I glanced at the clock. "Fuck. I'm late meeting Kelsea. I gotta go, man. I'm seeing you tomorrow when you get in, Yeah?"

"Yea, I'm coming with my sister and Mum."

"Fantastic. I've got an endorsement meeting until 2, so stop by after."

"Got it. Cheers, Mate!" and he was gone. When the video call ended, my daughter blowing kisses at me, appeared on my phone's background. My beautiful, talented, witty, daughter. I can't move across the ocean again. Not this time. Rubbing my face with my hand, I pick up my phone. I browsed through my recent messages and found my conversation with Rose. I wrote her a text: *Picking up Ella at 12 tomorrow.*

Her response was almost instant. *Okay! She'll be ready!*

I started to type something back, but I couldn't put into words. How to I tell this to Rose? Especially after everything that happened? I know it's been four years, since...everything, but I can't put Rose through that again. By Rose, I mean Sabella. Yeah, Sabella. Rose has already moved here for Sabella, to be close to me. If I move back to the U.K, Sabella's life will be uprooted to do so.

And I know Rose will be happy for me. She has always been supportive of my career. However, it's not just me and Rose now. It's Rose, Sabella, Kelsea, and Brad who get to influence this decision, now. Fucking Brad. I scoff. Somehow, he is once again, influencing my life.

I'm interrupted by a call. My girlfriend's face pops up on the screen. "Ello?"

"Hi Baby! Where are you? I've been waiting for almost five minutes now! I'm hungry!" She whined. I could literally hear her pouting through the phone.

"I'm on my way now. See you in a second."

"Mk. Love you!"

"Love you too." And hang up. I grab my wallet off the kitchen counter, and thought about the restaurant in Magic Austin, before apparating away.

Kelsea Dillon is my girlfriend of almost two years. We "officially" met at an afterparty for a quidditch trainer shoe I was endorsing. She was the model for the female advert in the magazine, and I was the spokesperson for the entire campaign, here in the U.S. Kelsea, also is a quidditch reporter, and I had seen her after games, in the briefing room, taking notes to mine and my fellow teammates comments.

Anyways, that night she was being hit on by every straight guy at that party, myself included, but it was my daughter on my cellphone that won her over. She couldn't get over how adorable Sabella looked smiling up at me, in my jersey, on my cell phone, when I got a notification in midst of hitting on her.

Her instant love for Sabella, her writing in Evening Flight, and her...physique, made the one night stand, turn into dinner three days later. We were exclusively dating with in three weeks, and on the front page of the wizarding tabloids, creating rumors before I even had a chance to tell Rose.

Not that I needed to. By this time, she and Brad had just purchased that house of theirs. Anyways…

"Eeek! I've always wanted to go to England! Oh Scorp! That this is amazing! I can't believe it!" I had just handed her the letter to read over. I didn't want to say it out loud, for fear of being overheard.

I beamed at her. Finally, the ray of sunshine I needed on the Cannons situation before the storm rolled in.

"So, you think this is a good idea?" I asked, hoping my hesitation wasn't to obvious.

"Oh absolutely! You have to-" She stopped mid-sentence as the waiter came by, filling our glasses. We smiled at him. "Take it."

"Really?"

"Sweety, it is your dream job! I can always find another writing job...over there! Isn't Al's Mum a writer?"

I took a sip of my beer. "She is. I can owl her, IF the time comes."

"Excuse me, Mr. Malfoy?" I looked up to see a young man, and two children.

"Hi!." I put on my best smile, because by the looks of the children, these must be fans. I get this a lot these days.

"Sorry to bother you at your lunch, but do you mind if my boys and I get photo with you? My sons' here just admire you so much."

I smiled to Kelsea, who graciously got up. "Not a problem. My girlfriend here, can take the photo if you'd like."

I stood and posed with the children, as Kelsea, fumbled with the man's cell phone, taking the photo.

"Wow! Thank's Mr. Malfoy!" Said the older of the two boys.

"I want to be a quidditch player when I grow up!" said the youngest.

"Just practice and get to good grades in school! And listen to your father." I winked at their dad.

They thanked me again, as I shook their father's hand. They made their way back to their table.

"That is one of the things I love most about you." Kelsea smiled, taking another bite of her salad.

I gave her a questioning look.

"No matter how much attention you get from fans, you still treat them like they are your friends."

"They are the reason for my success. I play for them."

It's silent for a moment.

"I want to be engaged to you, Scorpius, if we go to England." Kelsea said, looking at her fork.

It took a second to register what she had said to me. I blinked. We've been together for almost two years, Ella likes her. She gets along with Rose. Why not? "Okay."

"Oh my god. Really?" She squealed. She got up and ran to me, before sitting in my lap, kissing my face.

I laughed. But heard cameras flashing. "Yes. Now, honey, the cameras are watching." I whisper.

"Let them!" She said kissing me one last time.

We finished our meals, and I paid the check before making our way out of the restarunt, into the busy Wizarding Austin Streets.

"We need to get the ring in Muggle Austin." She said, heading towards the muggle entrance.

Wait. What? "...Okay." I said cautiously. Why?

"Well, I don't want anyone to know...you know what, until we have told our families first."

"That…"

"That we are engaged." She whispered. As we passed by other wizards who were pointing. I waived.

Engaged? I just agreed that we will get engaged IF we moved across the ocean. Suddenly this feels off... I shake my head. It's probably nothing. I love Kelsea. She loves me, and together, we will start this new life, regardless if it's in England or staying here in Texas.

"Are we, uh, buying it today?" I asked.

"Yes?" She turned around and looked confused. "Why?"

"It's just, this is all happening so fast…"

She stopped dead in her tracks. "Are you unsure about us? Is that it? You just agreed that we should get married, and now you don't want to buy a ring to make it official? Our lives are changing in a big way, and I want to make these changes with you, but I need the commitment from you, if we are doing something as drastic as possibly moving. But if you don't love me enough to commit to me-" Kelsea was starting to cry.

I hate when she cries. "No, no. Honey, that isn't it. I love you. I'm sorry. Let's go pick out a ring. Okay? I am committed to you. I promise." I said, kissing the top of her head.

She wrapped her arms around me, tightly. "Really?" she sniffed into my shirt.

We were being watched by muggles. I don't blame them. Here was an ordinary couple, arguing about marriage in the middle of the street.

"Really." and I spoke those words, I wasn't entirely sure who I was trying to convince. Kelsea, or myself?

"It's so beautiful, I just can't stop staring at it." Kelsea said looking at her left hand, as we lie naked in bed, post coital.

"I know. Your are just so gorgeous." I smirk. She lightly smacked my chest. I kissed her head.

"Fiance. You are my fiance now."

"I know. Your father took it really well." I said, frowning.

"Yeah, well, you are famous. You could tell him anything, and he'd be okay with it." She kissed my chest.

"I need you to pick up Ella, tomorrow."

She groaned. I frowned at her. "What? You haven't minded before."

"I can't face Rose."

"What do you mean?" I sit up.

"Well, we are moving to England. And just got engaged. She's going to hate me!" She sits up, too.

I scoff. I throw the covers off me, and head to the bathroom to wash up. "She isn't going to hate you. She's marrying Brad."

"You are not a woman, you don't understand!" Her voice was muffled as I heard her rummaging through her dresser.

"You women are crazy. I am in love with you. She is in love with Brad. She will be happy for us! So you shouldn't be worried when getting Sabella!" I said, takaing a pisss.

"Okay, well what about when we tell her we are moving?" She retorts.

"We haven't made any decisions yet."

"Scorpius, you are going to the Cannons. You'd be stupid not to go. It's your DREAM."

I turn on the water for the shower. "I just can't make that decision by myself, Kels. Sabella is in preschool now, and starts Kindergarten in the fall. Her whole life is here." I flushed the toilet.

She opens the door to the en suite, now dressed in a pink silk robe. It looks great on her. "Then ask Rose if we can bring with us."

I turned to look at Kelsea. "You can't be serious." She's fucking with me, right?

"What? We can work something out, where we have her for a few months, and then-"

"She's starting school!"

"Okay, then we get summers!"

"That will Literally Kill Rose."

"Every other Month" She says back.

"I reiterate. She's about to start school!" I said, getting aggravated, as there seems to be no possible solution without one person losing out on something major. Their career, or their child. "And what about holidays?"

"I don't know, Scorpius! We will work something out!" She says, her brow furrowed. The steam has now filled the bathroom, and mirrors are now fogged. "Look, I just want you follow your dream. And I know the Cannons are it. And you know I love Ella. I am just trying to make something work."

I closed the distance between us, and held her in my arms. "I know. But you have to understand. My dreams have changed. Sure the Cannons would be amazing, but playing Quidditch professionally was my dream. I followed it across the ocean. Rose came and brought my daughter with me, so I can live out my dream. My dream now, is my daughter and making her happy. Making you happy."

I tilted her chin up too look me in the eyes. She is a lot taller than Rose, so I didn't have to tilt far.

"That is the sweetest thing, I've heard you say."

"I'm not saying it's completely off the table, we'll talk to Rose about it, definitely. Who knows? Maybe she will be on board with it, and move back to her family? But I doubt it." But I owe it to Rose at least this much. "So for now, I will use this letter, present it to the All Stars, and maybe secure the position of Team Captain I've been eyeing and increase the salary on my contract."

"A good contract negotiation. We need to contact our lawyer."

"Yes, ma'am. I need a better salary to pay off this ring I just purchased." I smiled and kissed her.

"I can think of a way to repay you…" she said before taking my hand, and leading me into the steaming hot shower…

"How are we going to break the news to Sabella?" Kelsea asked me, as I was getting ready for my meeting, the next morning.

"I'd figured we get her a gift of some sort, and tell her that way. Make it easier for her." I put on some cologne.

"That's a fantastic idea! We can get her a dog…"

I turned and looked at Kelsea. She has been begging me for a dog for some time now. "A dog for Sabella or a dog for Kelsea?" I joked.

"...Both…" She said in a baby voice.

"Fine. White and fluffy. And good with kids." I kissed her lips. "My dad arrived this morning. Please meet him at the hotel, and direct him how to get here. Er, he's not familiar with muggle transportation."

"I don't understand why you didn't just live in Magic Austin."

"Brad-"

"I know, I know. He's a muggle, and would sometimes pick up and drop her off. Go meet Denise! I don't want you to be late! I'll take care of everything!"

"Thanks, babe!" and I apparated away. Today is going to be a good day, I can feel it.

"...So every time this ad plays on the radio, I will receive 187 galleons? I ask the team sitting in front of me. It consisted of my lawyer, manager, publicist, and the Spark Energy team. Spark Energy is the new sports drink for Wizards to help rehydrate and enhance magic while playing! Their Team is made up of their lawyers, sales market managers, and representatives.

"Yes, sir."

I looked to my lawyer. He shook his head. I leaned in to him.

"Ask for a fat 200. They are low-balling you, so they make wiggle room for your counter offer." He whispers.

I sit up, and they wait anxiously. "200 galleons."

"What?" Says a large, bald, guy in a suit

"And my daughter gets to be pictured with me in the poster add, among the other children you place." I added, as an after thought.

"Well if she's the type-"

"She's your type." My eyes narrowed.

It was silent for a moment. "Well, 200 hundred is a little high. How about 190?"

I glance over. Andrew, my lawyer, shook his head. "200."

"Come on, Mr. Malfoy, meet us halfway."

"I am. I am endorsing your drink, making you millions of galleons soon. The fact that I am not demanding 250 galleons every time the add is played is very generous."

The Spark team lean in and talk amongst their heads. "Agreed."

"Fantastic!" I said. They waved their wands, and the number changed before their eyes. I looked down, and made sure the account number were right for my Mordor Bank Account. They were. "I assume the moment I sign, my signing bonus will be direct deposited into my account?"

"Yes." Their lawyer said.

"All 1500 galleons of it?" I ask, thinking of the new dress for Sabella I can buy from Gucci, in the muggle store.

"All of it."

"Cheers. Get with Abby, my assistant, and arrange a time to start recording. I have to meet my daughter now. It was a pleasure doing business, gentlemen." I say, quickly signing the contract.

I shook their hands, and stood up, making my way towards the door of the conference room. I grabbed the blonde womans arm.

"Oh, Abby, make sure Andrew gets a contract set up for Sabella and Spark."

"Yes, Sir." She said. Her quill and paper marking next to her, as she tapped her planner with her wand. "Here is your floo powder for your flight home." She hands me a emerald green sack, with the Malfoy crest on it.

"Thank you, Abby. Enjoy the night off, will you? It's Friday, after all."

"Certainly, Sir! Just after I meet with Spark and check in on your father!"

I smile to her, and make my way to the lobby, where the fireplaces are. That woman needs a raise. Not before I was bombarded with reporters. I said nothing, ignoring their questions, and just waived.

I stepped in and dropped the powder.

I was greeted by a puppy at my feet. And sure enough, he was white and fluffy, as requested.

"Daddy!" I glanced up, just as the light of my life, my reason for breathing, the sole purpose for getting me up some mornings, jumps into my arms. I could see her every day for a week, or be gone for months, and she will always greet me with this much excitement every time. Never grow up, Pumpkin.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet, Sabella. How I have missed you this week." I held her close and kissed her cheek, nose and forehead.

"Thank you for the puppy!" She said, wrapping her little arms around my neck.

"Anything for my Angel."

I carry her through the fireplace room, across the dining room, around the kitchen, and into the living room, where sat my father and my fiance.

"Hello, Father. Safe travels?" I ask. I tried to put Ella down, but she refused to let go. I giggled, and just held her, longer.

I kissed my Kelsea's lips, and nodded to my father, whom patted my back.

"Sure did." My dad smiled.

"Sabella has been showing off her dance moves." Kelsea commented.

"We've gotten a sneak peak for the show tomorrow." My dad said, tapping Sabella's nose. She smiled at him, and kept her head resting on my chest.

"Pumpkin, why don't you let Grandfather hold you, so I clean up? He's traveled all this way?"

"Yes! Come sit on Grandfather's lap!" My father had sat down, and patted to his knee.

She nodded, and I got to put her down. I look at Dad, and see him brighten up, when he holds my daughter. I know he is looking for my mother in her features. I miss her too, Dad.

I pulled out my wand, and cleaned myself up, before sitting next to Kelsea.

My Father's smile was tight when he said, "Congratulations you, two."

"Thank you!" Kelsea beamed.

"I have to admit, I was a little shocked to hear about your...engagement." My father nodded.

"When you know, you know." Kelsea smiled up at me.

"Yes." I smiled.

"You just hadn't mentioned it before…" My father said quieter. I glared at him. Kelsea looked away.

"My Mommy is getting married, soon!" Sabella said. "And I'm going to be the flower girl!"

"So I've heard." My father said. Smiling at her.

"Do I get to be the flower girl at your wedding, Daddy?"

"Absolutely, Pooh Bear!" Kelsea smiles to her.

It was quiet and tense in the room. "Er, Sabella, why don't we take...your new puppy to the dog park?" I ask. Maybe getting everyone out in the open will do us some good…

It did. We had our driver, Max, take us to the local dog park, and let our new puppy run around for a while, while Sabella and I chased him. Kelsea found a bench nearby, and talked.

My Father has never like Kelsea, for the sole purpose she isn't Rose. That's it. He's met Kelsea a grand total of three times, and Kels has been nothing but sweet and polite, however my father can't stand her.

After the park, we grabbed ice cream, dropped my dad off at his hotel, and made our way back home, where Al was waiting for us.

"Hey, mate." I embraced my best friend in a hug.

"I heard the big news, congratulations!" He said, kissing Kelsea's cheek.

"Yea, It's sudden but- excuse me-" I looked at my phone and saw Rose's name pop up. I haven't seen my best friend in months. Rose can't wait a minute.

"Sabella, want to talk to Mommy?" I hand her my phone.

She answers it. "Hi Mommy!" and runs off into the other room.

"Merlin, I can't believe how big she is now."

"She's five."

"Your taking the piss out of me." His eyes are huge.

"I wish I were, mate." I laugh.

"Yea, five going on 13." Kelsea mutters, walking us inside. "We are just about to make dinner, Albus. You are staying?"

"Sure am. However, I am stealing your fiance here in a bit, for a guys night out. Some of our friends are in town, and we want to take him to get a few drinks."

"Oh, alright." Kelsea looked surprised.

"If you don't' mind, love?" I asked. Happy wife, happy life, right?

"No, of course not. I'm a little tired anyways, and Sabella needs to get to bed promptly on time. I promised Rose."

"Thank's, Love." I kissed her cheek. "Beer, Al?" I asked, getting two out of the fridge, without waiting for his response.

He nodded, "Sure."

"We'll be on the balcony." I opened the glass sliding door to our balcony that is attached to our kitchen. We stepped outside and gazed at the Austin skyline. It was beautiful. I can see the hotel where my family and Rose's from my flat. We are on the 20th floor. However, before I could shut the door, I hear little feet pounding, and a "Daddy! Mummy's on your phone!"

My daughter handed me the phone. I almost rolled my eyes. Probably just making sure we knew what time to be there in the morning. Or yell at me for getting engaged.

"Hello, Rose." I say, as softly as I could. I sit in the lawn chair we have outside, as Albus leans against the balcony.

"Hi." Her tone is breathy. It sends a warmth down my spine.

"Is everything alright?" I asked, frowning a little. She doesn't sound the same. Usually when Rose calls, its all business. Sabella this, and Sabella that. But today...It's not.

"Er, yes. I was just checking in on Sabela." Rose sounded like she was about to cry. I could picture her now, where ever she is, with her lips plump, and the same furrow in her brown that Sabella gets right before she burst into tears. It makes me want to kiss it.. "And to remind you that the ceremony starts at-"

Ah, there it is. "Nine in the morning. Yes, Kelsea told me. We'll be there, dressed and ready." I smile to myself. Even though something is bothering my girl, she still need to take care of business.

"Great." She said, and I could literally hear her smile.

Wait, my girl? Why am I suddenly feeling these things for Rose? I didn't realize it was quiet until I heard- "I heard you got engaged. Congratulations."

I quickly shook those thoughts out of my head. Engagement. Kelsea. Who is making dinner. Who you just fucked last night. Twice. "Thank you."

Who you pictured as Rose for the first time in almost three years. Ever since you put a ring on her finger, Rose has been on your mind. What have you done? I must have zoned out because then Rose asked, "Well, then. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yes." Merlin, I sound like an ass with these one worded answers.

"Good bye, Scorpius." She says, almost a whisper.

"Bye, Flower." It was out of my mouth before I realized what I said. The look on Albus face said it all. I quickly hung up the phone, ending the call.

"Flower?" Albus asked, taking another sip.

"I-I don't know where that came from. I haven't called her that, since Ella was a baby." I said, looking down at my own beer.

Al put a silencing charm on the balcony, after making sure the door was closed. "What's going on with you mate? Yesterday, Kelsea was your girlfriend. I arrive today, and she is your Fiance! No notice, no warning. But, you get a call from Rose, and now you are acting like a teen talking to his crush on the phone? Come on, mate. Get your shit together."

"God, I know. I have no idea! One moment, I was telling Kelsea about the Cannons, the next we were buying and engagement ring! I didn't think I ever officially ask! She just said she wanted to be engaged if we moved to the U.K. and I said, 'okay'." I said trying hard not to have a panic attack.

"You never asked her?

"Not officially! Then when I asked why she wanted to buy a ring, she got all defensive and freaked out, claiming that I wasn't committed to her. So, I said what the hell? Well, not literally, but why not? I mean, I love her, she loves me and Sabella. Rose is getting married, so might as well, get engaged?" I nervously laughed and drank my beer.

"Oh, Malfoy."

"What?"

"Did you agree to this because of Rose's wedding?"

"What? That's absurd. Of course not. I love Rose and want to be with her. It's what makes sense and - why are you laughing?"

"Because you just said Rose."

"What? No! I meant Kelsea! Fuck it all. She's just been on my fucking mind all weekend because of Sabella! That's not fair! You know what I meant!" I am using way too many hand motions to be convincing.

He just kept laughing. "Do I?"

"Oh, Fuck off. I love KELSEA. We are engaged. And I'm happy! Really!"

"Just keep telling yourself that, mate." He sipped his beer and we sat in silence, looking at the sky.

"You'll be my best man, though, won't you?"

"For your first wedding or second?"

I punched his arm.

He smirked back. "Of course. And I'll be there for this divorce..." He murmured the last bit. I chose to ignore it.

The longer we sat there, the more I realized that he was right. There is a reason that Rose came into my head the moment Kelsea and I got engaged. Maybe because I am engaged to the wrong woman. And the universe knows it.

But what am I supposed to do? I fucked up any chance I had left with Rose four years ago. She was the one I was suppose to ask to marry me. She is the one I love, well loved, with every fiber of my being. We were supposed to give Sabella a sibling. Not Kelsea. But that's all changed. She's getting married to Bradley Clayton.

And he's not just some guy, he's the fucking Governor's son. Of course she she would marry someone in high class MUGGLE society. She loves him now, not me. My chance is gone and ruined. My feelings of love for Rose no longer matter.

It doesn't matter that I love Rose. What matters now is that my love for her should be that of a friendly nature; as the mother of my child. I need to nurture my love for Kelsea, the woman in there who is making me dinner, who loves me and my daughter. That is who I need to focus my love on...but why is it suddenly so hard to do?

"To Scorpius Malfoy! Who I about to give up his Freedom!

"And his Man Card!"

"And Sex"

"And Trade it in for a life of nagging and nappies!"

"Congratulations!"

My friends cheered for me. My quidditch friends from the All Stars, my dad, and in addition to Albus and Rose's father, of all people, were out celebrating my engagement with me tonight. This is our 4th round, and the celebration comments are now more...rude than before.

I laughed with them. "You gents forget that I'm a FATHER and that I've already spent a year changing nappies, constantly nagged by my ex for five years, and and any free time is spent with this angle right here!" I said pulling out my phone, showing off my beautiful daughter.

"Awe, that's my grandbaby!" Mr. Weasley said. I looked at my screen, try to drunkenly read the time, when Rose's name pulled up.

"Speaking of the devil, it's Rose!" I jumped.

"Go on, then! Talk to her!" Albus said.

"Oooooo!" Came from the table. I walked outside of the bar, to hear better.

"Ello?"

"Malfoy!" Rose yelled into the phone. I giggled, and started walking down the street, not knowing where I was going. I hear a toilet flush. Then a muffled Rose say, "It's okay, ladies, it's just my ex!"

I laughed.

"Yes, Weasley?" I love the sound of her voice. Especially drunk Rose.

"Where is my daughter? I want to talk to her!" Why is she shouting at me? Oh, because she must be at a club, by the sound of music coming through her mic.

It's warm outside in Texas. Not as hot as earlier today, but enough, to make me sweat. "Well, she's currently at home, sleeping." Atleast I put her in bed before I left. Not before reading several stories and giving tons of good night kisses.

"Home is my place," she snarled. "And why aren't you with her!?" She yelled, at me.

"Because she went to bed at 8:30, and I am out with my friends. I'm celebrating my engagement, remember?"

Rose was quiet for a few moments, and for a second I wondered if she hung up. Then I stopped in my tracks. I saw a smaller, petite, fiery redhead, dressed in a skin tight white dress, a cheap crown veil, and cork and white wedges. "Well, I'm celebrating my...last few months being single with my lady friends, and-" She stopped dead in her tracks in front of me.

She looked, breathtaking. I couldn't help but recognize some of the same features in her that are in our daughter; other than her hair. Her blue eyes pierced into mine as she realized that she was standing in front of me. It was taking everything to keep me from pressing her into a wall, and fucking her brains out.

Fuck Malfoy! Stop! You are engaged to Kelsea! She is with Brad! You can't think like this!

She hung up her phone. I put mine in my pocket.

"Did you just hang up on me Weasley?" I smirked.

She bit her lip, and I grew a little hard. "So what if I did? What are you going to do about it?" Did she just challenge me? Rose gently pushed me, and turned to walk the other direction. But not before almost tripping. I caught her just in time. Thank Merlin, Ella has my balance and grace.

"Whoa!" She called.

"Hang in there, Flower." I said, using her name, not bothering to move my arm from around her waist. I pulled her close.

"You smell like bourbon." She whispered.

"That's because I've been drinking a few of them." We walked down the busy street of other drunk slobs.

"Me too!" She giggled.

"I couldn't tell!" I mocked. I was enjoying the stroll. We were walking as old friends, something we haven't done since...before Sabella was born.

"You are mocking me. That isn't very nice. Especially since you are about to take away my baby."

I frowned. She couldn't possibly know… "What do you mean?"

"You are going to the Cannons!" She whined, staring at her shoes, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. "You can't play quidditch over in England! I moved us here for you! I went law school here for you! I uprooted my entire life for you! Now Ella is growing up without magic because of you-"

Fuck Muggles. "Rose! Not here!" I took her hand and turned into the alley, between a closed pharmacy store and a bank.

"We are in the presence of muggles Rose! You can't be talking about this here! Damn it!"

"Why are you taking my daughter away from me, Scorpius?" She pouted, that cute pout, crossing her arms.

I sighed. I can't go to the cannons. Not anymore. "No I'm not. I don't even know if I'm going to take the offer. Maybe the All Stars will give me more money- where is your engagement ring?" I glanced down and saw that her left hand is bare. Where is the ungodly huge halo Vera Wang ring that Rose has been sporting around for the past year?

"So this is just a stunt to get more money- What?"

"Your engagement ring, Rose? Where is it?" I was laughing now. Something about Rose on her bachelorette night, without her engagement ring, was just too funny for drunk Malfoy. And apparently Rose agreed because she was laughing too.

"I don't know! I haven't seen it in a while!" Soon she was toppling over in laughter, holding onto her thighs. However, the laughter died out, and Rose stood up, leaning against the brick building.

The moonlight, mixed with the side light from the back door of the bank, made Rose glow. Her hair was a mess from apparent dancing, and her eye makeup was smudge a little, but her lipstick was perfect. And I wanted to smudge it. I looked into her beautiful blue eyes, and forgot. Forgot that she was engaged. Forgot that I was engaged. Forgot that she was at her bachelorette party, forgot that I was on a guys night out, forgot all common sense, forgot to be a gentleman, because I easily lifted her. And as an open invitation, her legs wrapped around mine, and my lips were on hers. They were softer than I remembered, and I was instantly harder than I had been in 5 years.

Our mouths opened together, her tongue curling with mine, her hands fumbled with my collar and threaded into my hair. I attacked her neck, and face with kisses, leaving trail from her cheek, down to her jaw and throat. Only to be edge on my her moans as I nipped behind her hear. I am pleased that she still loved this move of mine.

I unzipped the back of her dress, allowing it to fall, revealing her breast. I couldn't resist. I allowed my mouth to cover the swell, as I listened to her panting. I was so hard and strained against my jeans that it physically hurt. I ground my hips against her.

My mouth returned to hers, and her fingers dug into my flesh. I rocked her against the wall, needing the friction. I want to make her come again and again. I needed to be inside her. Now.

"Take off your shirt." her voice was hoarse whisper. It was hot to hear those words come from her lips.

I lowered Rose to the ground, and quickly undid the buttons, letting it fall to the asphalt, forgotten. She reached out and ran her fingers down my abs. She had a look of ponder on her face. I watched her, enjoying in the moments of her exploring my body. I took this time to really looked at Rose. Gone is the seventeen year old that I made love too in her truck that fateful August night, almost six years ago. Now in my arms is a woman with full hips, perfect breast, and faint stretch marks, all evidence of the miracle of life she has given me in in the form of my daughter.

In front of me is the woman who has mothered our child, been a single parent, attended school, and worked a job. She did it with little help, and gave unconditional love. And I love her for it. I want her now, more than ever.

I shuddered at her touch, catching her lips with my, and lifted her against me. Rose's legs resumed their place around my waist. She reached around her back and suddenly her white bra was no longer to be seen. I forgot how amazing it felt to feel her bare against my chest, to hold her close against me, her nipples against mine. I moaned, and couldn't hold back. I quickly bent my head and a sweet nipple in my mouth. I couldn't help the low, primal noises that escaped my throat. When it came to Rose, I've never been able to control myself. My hands tightened their grip on her voluptious ass.

Rose moaned in response, and whispered in my ear, "God, I've miss you."

It was the best thing she could have said, in that moment. "Flower, you have no idea." Our mouths crashed together again, and let my left hand reach around sliding my index and middle finger inside of her, massaging her, in the motions I know she likes. I started off slowly, then in circles, then back and forth, fastly, to get her off as quickly as possible. Between her moans, and how hard I am now, I am not sure how long I will last, if Rose lets me slide my cock inside these velvet folds.

Rose bent her head and moaned against my shoulder, gripping my waist with her thighs, as she came on my fingers. I smiled, and kissed and nipped at her neck. I quickly then used my left hand and undid my belt buckle, and unzipped my jeans, lowering my boxers, just enough to release my erection. I groaned as slid right into Rose. She was much tighter than I remember, but fit me just right, like she was made just for me.

"Oh my god," Rose gasped. I instantly felt Rose start to flutter, and it took everything I had not to come right there. She started to whimper and gasp, as I felt her tighten and flutter. I knew that Rose was coming as I rocked into her, kissing her neck. I couldn't stop the smile on my face.

I lifted Rose up and down against me, deciding that I can't hold out much longer. I needed release bad, and I wanted to come, and I wanted to come with Rose. Rose whimpered and I groaned. I bucked into her, against the wall, and her body tightened, as she clinged to my body, and I hers. Rose cried out, saying my name, and her legs shuddered against me.

I took two more deep thrusts and then stilled, emptying myself inside of my flower. I rested my face into the crook of her neck, giving it kisses, as I tried to steady my breathing. We stayed that way for several moments. I loved the way she felt around my cock, so I would thrust my hips up slowly, gently, every time she fluttered, just to hear her whimper. "I love that sound," I murmured, against her neck. "I've missed it so much. So fucking hot."

I pressed my lips against her shoulder, and my arms around her waist. Enjoying the moment, that I knew would soon be over. Slowly rocking my hips again, she tightened her thighs. She pressed her face against my neck.

After a few moments, minutes, hours, I don't fucking know, I lifted Rose, and slid out of her. I carefully lowered my flower to the ground. I couldn't help the satisfied smile on my face as I zipped up my jeans and buttoned my shirt. I watched in awe, as she put back on her bra, and I zipped up her dress.

I pulled out my wand and performed a quick cleaning spell on us, so we didn't look completely messes. Not before checking to make sure we were not in the presence of muggles. Muggles…magic...wand...spells…contraception…son of a bitch "Oh fuck contraception charm-"

"Birth Control." She smiled, reaching her arms around my neck, kissing my lips.

That's my Rose. Always thinking of everything. I looked into her eyes. I know that if I don't do anything, say anything, right now, this moment will pass, nothing will change, and I will lose her...again. And I can't do that again. I can't keep lying to myself, I am in love with Rose Weasley, and I have to let her know that I want her to be mine before it's too late for both of us.

I lovingly unwrapped her arms from my neck, kissing her left hand, where my ring should be. I frowned. Here goes...everything. Will she feel the same?

"Rose, I-I want to be with you." I whispered, because I am a coward, and couldn't say it any louder. We are both engaged to other people. She's fucking getting married in less than three months.

She took a step closer, and looked into my eyes. The same eyes that mirrors our daughters. "Me too." she whispered, back.

My heart started to race. I can't believe it. Did she really just say that? Is this happening? Are we getting back together? Running away? Taking our daughter and starting over? It would be so easy! We would just move back home, leave our significant others, and run!

But our intimate time was interrupted by several people shouting, "Rose!...RoooOOOoose!" and then distinctly heard Lily's voice getting closer, "Rose Weasley!" They were worrisome tones.

Rose and I looked at each other in a panic. Fuck. How long have we been out here together? "I've got to go." Rose said turning away from my embrace. What? Fuck, NO! We need to figure this out!

I pulled on Rose's hand, wanting to have this very serious conversation about our future, that we are supposed to have rationally, and sober, in thirty seconds, slightly drunk. But I can't so my only response is, "Wait."

She turned to look at me. We both could he the sounds of the Rose Weasley search party getting closer. I looked nervously above her head, then back in her eyes. How can I say this? Just say it! "Call off your wedding." There. Just bluntly.

I couldn't take them back, and I didn't too. I meant them. Rose face gave no emotion to the four most important words I've have said this entire night. She blinked once, took short breath and said, "Break off your engagement." Before turning around, and heading towards the direction of her friends.

That is the most Rose Weasley response she could have given. If she would've given me any other response, it wouldn't be the woman I fell in love with six year ago.

I was so wrapped up in Rose, that I didn't feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw eleven missed calls.

Two from my father. Three from Albus. One from Mr. Weasley, and five from Kelsea. Plus countless texts from my friends. One voice mail.

I stupidly listened to the voice mail from Kelsea.

She was crying "Scorpius. I hope you are okay. Albus and your father have both called me asking if you have come home to me. Which you haven't. None of us can get a hold of you. You got a call from Rose, and none of her friends can find her. I hope everything is okay! Please, please, please call me when you get this! I just hope that you are alright and not in the hospital. If you haven't called back in an hour, I'm calling the police! Oh Scorpius. I love you, so much. I love you… Come home to me…" It cut out.

I was away with Rose for almost an hour.

I pulled out my phone and called Kelsea.

"Oh thank God, Scorpius! Hi!" Kelsea was still crying. "Draco, Albus! He's called! No, I don't want to wake Sabella!"

As I listened to my fiance on the phone, the realization of what I had done finally hit me, and the guilt settled in. What the fuck have we done?