Scorpius owed his love of the Weird Sisters to Rose, but he had learned long ago that, if he wanted to listen to them, he would have to sacrifice his ability to hear. At first he thought Rose might just love loud music; then he thought she might be legitimately deaf. She couldn't listen to music at a volume lower than 30; she complained every time he tried to turn it down. Eventually he stopped trying.

"What's this?" Scorpius said one evening as he walked into the kitchen where Rose was making dinner, slightly swaying in time to a slow ballad playing at an earthshaking volume.

"Oh!" She said as she turned around, clutching her heart in surprise. "You scared me!"

"I wouldn't have if you didn't have the music so loud," he replied, jokingly reaching a hand out to turn the knob.

"Don't you dare!" She swatted his hand away and returned to her cooking. "I love this song."

"What is it?" He asked again as he savored the melody, trying to see if he recognized the artist.

"It's the Patils," Rose said. "They went to school with our parents and they both became healers; last year they quit their jobs to make music and this is their first album."

Scorpius listened to the words closely- it was definitely a love song. Something about love potions and chocolate frogs. It was a little too cheesy for his tastes, but he could see how Rose- with all her secret sensitivity- would enjoy it. She was always a sucker for sappy love songs, even though she'd kill anyone if they found out.

"It's nice," he said finally. "What are you making?"

"What?" She shouted over the music. Scorpius rolled his eyes and turned the music down to 20- still loud, but better. Rose protested, but didn't do anything to stop him.

"What are you making?" He repeated. He tried to peek over her shoulder, but all he could see was a simmering pot of something he couldn't quite make out.

"I've got a roast in the oven," she answered, stirring the contents of the pot with a wooden spoon. "And this is a surprise." Scorpius hoped his expression didn't show his hesitation too prominently.

"A good surprise?"

"You'll see." She turned the volume up ten notches.

Scorpius shook his head fondly before he got an idea. Slowly, he slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her gently away from the stove.

"What are you doing?" She demanded, trying to sound angry. "I'm busy."

He didn't reply. Instead, he rested his chin on her shoulder and started to sway back and forth.

"Scorp-" he cut her off by spinning her around so that they were facing each other, his hands on her waist and both of hers behind his neck.

"I'm dancing," he said simply. "You can't have your music on like this expect me not to dance."

She rolled her eyes, but ultimately went along with it anyways. They danced through one song, and another, and another, until every song had played and the flat was silent- save for the sound of their feet on the tile. Scorpius wondered when his heart had started beating in 3/4 time. They danced until their lips were mere centimeters apart- close enough to breathe the other in and close their eyes- just as they both moved to close the space in between them, Rose noticed that she could smell something burning.

"Dinner!" She exclaimed, leaping back from Scorpius and rushing to open the oven. She fanned away the smoke that poured out afterward and stared sullenly at the charred lump of meat inside. Scorpius had already turned off the stovetop, but whatever Rose's surprise had been had already bubbled out and onto the floor.

"This is awful!" She said. "This was supposed to be wonderful!"

Scorpius felt bad for distracting her, but he felt even worse now that he'd missed out on what was probably going to be an amazing kiss.

"It'll be okay-" he began.

"I was trying to make that bean soup that you like from that restaurant down the street," she lamented, staring at the mess pooling on the floor. The music was still blaring- Scorpius vaguely considered turning it off. "I am never cooking the Muggle way ever again."

"It's not a big deal," he said in what he hoped was a comforting manner. "I'm not that hungry anyways."

Unfortunately, his stomach chose at that moment to rebel and tell Rose otherwise. At its rumbling, Rose put her head in her hands. Scorpius was afraid she might be ready to cry, but as soon as he reached to comfort her, she was laughing.

"What's so funny?" He asked, thoroughly puzzled.

"Us!" She giggled, looking up at him with tears of laughter in her eyes. "We're a mess."

Scorpius soon found himself laughing with her as they held each other tightly- still standing in a puddle of inedible soup.

"C'mon," Scorpius said, scourgifying the floor with a quick charm and putting his jacket back on. "Let's go get a pizza.

Rose stood on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Though they'd been together for six months, Scorpius still found himself blushing. The Patils continued to croon about lovers and moonlight, and while Scorpius still found it extremely loud and incredibly cheesy, he knew there could not be better words to describe how he felt for the lovely woman he held in his arms.