March 8th
2018
Rose rubbed her eyes sleepily, trying to focus on her Transfiguration notes as she walked back to Gryffindor Tower. The exams were weeks away, but she had to do well. She wished she'd gotten Al or Emily to go with her; she'd have liked a study partner now that it was getting so late.
"Ouch!" Rose clawed at the air as she was knocked to the ground.
"Are you all right?" asked Scorpius Malfoy, helping her up. "I—I'm sorry—I'm on my way back to Ravenclaw—"
"It's fine," Rose said loftily, picking up her bag and walking away.
March 8th
2019
"Er—Rose?"
Rose looked up and saw Scorpius Malfoy standing over hers and Emily's library table. Not again, she thought, frowning. "Yes?" she asked.
"I was wondering what you got for—er, the fourth property of hellebore. I completely forgot, and I can't find it anywhere in my notes," he said desperately.
Very calmly, Rose turned a page of her notes and read it. "Try looking in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi," she suggested. "The answer's there."
"Oh," Scorpius laughed, looking embarrassed. "Right, yeah. Probably could've thought of that."
"Probably," Rose repeated, turning back to her homework.
Emily giggled.
March 8th
2020
Rose frowned, staring across the Great Hall to the Ravenclaw table. There was something different about Scorpius Malfoy. Did he have a new haircut? A growth spurt? An extra limb? Why couldn't she stop staring at him? He was his same pale, white-blonde self, laughing with a bunch of his Ravenclaw friends, as usual.
"What are you staring at?" Emily Macmillan teased, nudging Rose's elbow. "Not that I even need to ask…"
Rose lifted her chin, looking dignified, finally tearing her eyes away from Scorpius. "I'm not staring at anything, Em," she said, and Emily snorted. "Let's get to class."
March 8th
2021
Rose stared at the back of Scorpius's head all through double Charms with the Ravenclaws. He wasn't paying attention, instead folding a bit of parchment. How rude, she thought, directing her gaze back to Professor Flitwick and sitting up straight, the very soul of a model student.
Rose looked up to see a note fly—literally flapping its parchment wings, like a small bird—through the air and land gracefully on her desk. She pulled it into her lap before Emily or Albus could see. She unfolded the tiny note and snorted.
"Do you like me? Yes or No. –S.H.M."
March 8th
2022
Rose hurried up the steps of the Astronomy Tower. She'd gotten permission from Professor Sinistra to complete her stellar chart that night to be looked over in the morning, and she really wanted to have it ready for her O.W.L. studying. She was very surprised to find someone else already up there.
Scorpius was hunched over one of two telescopes, scribbling on his own stellar chart. He turned when Rose cleared her throat. She smiled gently.
"Hi," she said.
"Hey," nodded Scorpius.
Rose blushed and went to her telescope, setting down to work. Scorpius moved his hand to brush hers.
March 8th
2023
Rose dragged herself back from the library to Gryffindor Tower late at night for the thousandth time this week. Not even Emily had had the fortitude to stay tonight. She was even more exhausted than Rose.
"Hey," said a voice from behind her. Rose turned, smiling at Scorpius as her stomach did a little flip.
"Hi."
Scorpius walked over to her, looking just as drained as she felt. "How're you?"
"Good," Rose said. He was very close to her.
Scorpius smiled. "Good," he said.
And suddenly, Rose Weasley stood on her tiptoes and kissed Scorpius Malfoy, right on the lips.
March 8th
2024
Scorpius sighed heavily, tearing a piece of parchment in half and cramming it in his pocket as Rose sat down at the library table with him.
"What's up?" she asked, frowning.
"Dad's on about something at work," he said, shaking his head. "Your mother's house-elf bill."
Rose bit the inside of her cheek, restraining herself from speaking. Scorpius reached across the table and took her hand.
"It's okay," he said gently. "You know I don't feel the way he does."
"I know," Rose said quickly. "I just…what are they going to do to you when they find out about me?"
March 8th
2025
"Scorpius…I got the job in France," Rose said softly. "The cursebreaking one in the chateau, remember? I—I leave in July." She swallowed a lump in her throat. "I—I'm sorry, but I can't—why are yousnickering?" she asked, appalled.
Scorpius was hysterical, clearly trying to keep a straight face.
"I'm your girlfriend, and I tell you I'm leaving the country in four months, and you laugh?" Rose asked, agape.
Scorpius was fighting very hard to control himself. "No—no, I'm sorry, Rose," he said. "I just—I'm getting sent to Paris in August. I found out this morning."
March 8th
2030
Rose squeezed Scorpius's hand. "You can do it," she said. "It's just your grandparents."
Scorpius nodded and raised his hand to knock on the front door of the enormous manor. To their great surprise, it was opened right away by none other than Draco Malfoy himself. He glared at Scorpius.
"Hello, Father," Scorpius said, startled. "Er—how's Grandmother?"
"Draco?"
A very thin older woman, who looked as though she were recovering from a dreadful illness, appeared behind Mr. Malfoy, leaning on a walking stick. Her eyes flickered over Rose and she pursed her lips. "Good afternoon, Scorpius," she said coolly.
March 8th
2034
A very pregnant Rose was curled in bed, feeling sick. Scorpius held her hand. Hermione, whom Scorpius had called for help, hurried into the bedroom, stirring a glass full of a pale blue potion.
"All right, baby," she said, helping Rose sit up. "I know this tastes dreadful, but it'll take away that sick feeling."
"If I can keep it down," Rose joked, swallowing the potion quickly. She lay back again, grimacing. Hermione patted her hair.
"Only another week," Scorpius told Rose. "Then she'll be here."
Rose smiled, eyes shut. "Your baby had better be adorable, Scorpius Malfoy," she mumbled.
Early update, because you guys are so great, and because I'm sleepy and don't want to stay up till midnight. By the way, I didn't mention this, but these were all written for Addicted-to-Sugar-Quills' "One Day" competition. Check it out!
Lucy
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