A/N: I do not own the quote from Quidditch: Through the Ages. Nor do I own any of the original characters or the world in which they have been placed.

Chapter 7: May I Have This Dance?

Scor

My brain and heart were locked in battle.

I knew I was in a coma—I could hear everything going on around me, I just couldn't respond. I also knew why I was the coma. That bludger came out of nowhere! Maybe I should have followed Al's advice, and taken my focus off his cousin.

But Rose smiled at me. She hadn't smiled at me in weeks. The elation I felt was a tad distracting. In fact, I had actually begun to formulate a plan that would involve inviting her to the Ball and confessing my feelings for her. Because I knew I had to do something to get her away from Finnigan.

And then the bludger had to go and knock me off my broom.

I guess maybe it was a blessing in disguise. I mean, where else would I be able to have day-long fantasies about what my life with Rose would be like? I rather enjoyed them.

But those scenes were long gone. And my brain was trying to make me wake up and face the music. My heart wanted to stay in fantasy land, in hopes another Rose-dream would come along. So, while they were at war with each other, I listened to the world around me.

I was half-awake when Al and the rest of my teammates came to tell me that we had lost the game. "Not that it matters, mate." Al assured me.

I was semi-conscious when I heard Rose crying over me, willing me to wake up, and confessing her love for me.

I was even mildly alert when Lily came in to beg me to wake up. She hated seeing Rose, her favorite cousin aside from Hugo—who had gotten more annoying with age—, so distraught. That broke my heart. I really tried to wake up after that, but my hurting soul said not yet.

Then something inside me changed. It happened when Al was keeping me company, reading me something from Quidditch Through the Ages. I think it had something to do with the hilarity of the situation. But I was able to break through the haze I had been under for the past few days. I was finally able to wake up.

"Aye mate, this one's been written about you," Albus began with a chuckle.

'Oh, the thrill of the chase

as I soar through the air,

with the snitch up ahead

and the wind in my hair,

as I draw ever closer,

the crowd gives a shout,

but then comes a bludger

and I am knocked out.'"

I think I may have snorted before I opened my eyes. Al obviously didn't catch it though, because he continued to read aloud.

"Are you mocking me, mate?" I grumbled, interrupting him with a sly smile on my face. I was surprised how rough my voice sounded. Was that a side-effect of a coma? I wasn't sure.

"Scor!" Al dog-eared his book before jumping out of his seat and leaning over my bed, as if checking to make sure I was really awake.

"Well who were you expecting, huh? Santa Clause? The Easter Bunny? Your Mum?"

I could see Al resisting the urge to punch me for the crack at his Mum. But considering I was still lying in a hospital bed, having just woken from who knows how long of a coma I was stuck in, I think he thought better of it.

"Well I guess you're okay, huh?" His words were tight, curling out of his thin lips. He shook his head, obviously trying to clear it. "Do you need something? Madam Pomfrey is right over there. She said to tell her when you woke up."

I smiled up at my very best friend in the world. Only he would still try to take care of me after I've had a go at his Mum. "Some water would be great."

"You got it, mate. Oh man, Rose is going to freak! You woke up when she wasn't here!"

I watched as he rushed off to inform Madam Pomfrey of my awakening. The pair were back only seconds later, Al holding my glass water.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Mr. Malfoy." A small smile cracked her lips. "I didn't think you'd be in so soon after your detention."

I grimaced at the memory. When I had finished doing my time, I never wanted to see the inside of this place again. Kind of ironic I ended up back in here not even a full day later. That's karma for you.

"I couldn't get enough of you, Ma'am." I grinned widely.

"One would believe so. How are you feeling? Any headaches or pain?" Her demeanor had changed from joking to the caring nature she emitted when she was doing the work she loved. She was honestly concerned about each and every student that had walked through those double doors. Well . . . maybe not Finnigan.

"I'm not going to lie, I've had better days. I feel like I've been run over by a stampede of thousand-pound elephants—twenty three of them. And the right side of my face feels pretty sore." I turned to Al. "Was that the side I was hit on?"

Al nodded, while Madam Pomfrey tutted. "And no headache?"

I shook my head, which only succeeded in making me dizzy. What was that about?

"No, no headache, but whoa, the room is spinning."

"Let me get you something for the dizziness." She hurried away.

"How is she?" I asked Al, the moment Madam Pomfrey stepped out of earshot.

"The old broad? She's okay. She was worried, but that's part of her job description."

I rolled my eyes. My best friend could be thick sometimes. "No, you numpty. Rose. How is Rose?" My eyes locked with his, willing him to tell me she was okay, that I hadn't caused her too much pain.

"I'm not going to lie, mate, Rose is a right mess. She's had a rough few days. Apparently, the night of the fight, Finnigan found her—"

"Here you are, Mr. Malfoy. Drink this down. I don't want to see any drops left in the cup, do you understand?"

I nodded, taking the cup from her outstretched hands. She waited while I drank all of it. That was a task. It was by some small miracle I didn't spit it out the moment it touched my tongue. The stuff tasted like Hippogriff droppings. I wondered absentmindedly if it WAS Hippogriff droppings. I wouldn't be surprised.

"Good, good. Now, Mr. Potter, you must go so Mr. Malfoy can get his rest."

"Aw, Madam Pomfrey, come on. I just had—how long was I out?" The last question was directed at Albus.

"Four days," he mouthed.

"Yeah, four days. I've been out for four days. I think that I can spare a few minutes to see my best friend, since I haven't been awake to see him since the game. Please?"

Madam Pomfrey sighed. "Twenty minutes, boys. And then Scor has to rest. End of story."

Al whooped, shooting his fist in the air. "Woohoo!"

"Calm down, Mr. Potter, or I'll have you out right now." Her whimsical tone suggested otherwise. I would bet my Thunderbolt 4000 that she enjoyed having us as her company. This place had to be a tad lonely when no students were sick or injured. But then again, there was almost always someone in here, whether from a backfired spell, a faked illness to get out of class, or an odd injury.

As soon as she walked away, I grilled Al on what he was talking about before she returned.

"Alright, what were you saying? Finnigan found Rose where? What happened? Is she okay?" My mind was flashing through the possible outcomes rapidly. I really hoped she was okay!

"He found her outside of the Library. You know how she likes to go in there and think. Well, Lily said that was where she was when she found her to tell her about the fight. I guess she didn't leave until really late—past curfew. And Finnigan was waiting for her."

My fists balled up on the top of my bed sheet. "What happened?" I could tell by the tone of his voice that something had.

"I don't know. She won't tell us. Everyone has tried. But Rose is stubborn. All we know is that she has another bruise."

I threw the sheet off me, effectively hitting Al in the face, stunning him. Those words were all I needed to hear to decide to get up and kill Finnigan myself. How dare he mark my Rose? He was going to pay!

"Whoa, Scor, where do you think you're going?" Al's voice was colored with concern. Obviously he found his way out of his stupor.

"I'm going to kill him."

"Oh no you aren't, mate. You're going to stay right here, in this bed until you get better. Because if you don't, I'm going over there to tell Madam Pomfrey of your plans. I'm sure she'll give you something that'll taste way worse than that dizzy potion you just drank."

He had his serious face on. I knew I wasn't going anywhere. So I simply pulled the sheet back over my body, defeated.

"Good. Now, let me continue. Rose did tell us one other thing. She said that the confrontation between her and Finnigan that night led to her breaking up with him. And good news for you, she has been here oh about a hundred times in the last four days. I think she'd sleep here if Pomfrey would let her."

I smiled at that. I wondered if it meant she was actually ready to forgive me. To be with me.

"So she's really not with him anymore?" I asked, hopeful.

"Not according to her. So you need to rest up, and get better, because I think she's finally come around to admitting she has feelings for you. And we both know you have feelings for her. Don't even try to deny it."

"I'm not going to. I'm finally ready to admit it. I think I'm in love with her. And I think I know just how to let her know."

And I did know. I just had to get all the pieces of the puzzle to fit perfectly.

"Oh come on, Madam Pomfrey, please do this for me! Please don't tell Rose I'm awake yet!"

Madam Pomfrey tutted. I could tell she didn't like lying, and that she had grown fond of my Rosie in the days since the Quidditch match. But if I wanted my plan to work, I had to get her to agree to not tell Rose I was awake. She could ruin it before it even started!

"Pretty please?" I made my best attempt at puppy dog eyes. I wasn't sure if they worked, but I thought they might have when I saw the thin line her lips had formed turn up slightly. I knew I had begun to sway her so I decided to tell her my entire plan.

But before I even got the chance to do so, Rose waltzed in, carrying a plate of food. Crap! Rose couldn't see me awake! Not yet! I hurried to pretend I was still down for the count.

"Thank you, dear," I heard Pomfrey murmur. Al was still by my side. Miraculously, Pomfrey hadn't kicked him out yet, which surprised me.

"You're welcome. Any change?" The worry coloring her tone almost made my resolve break. But I wanted everything to be perfect for her. That need was the only thing that kept me pretending.

This was it—the moment I had begged Pomfrey about for nearly half an hour. She could tell Rose I was awake and ruin everything, or she could lie and keep my dream alive. I really hoped she did the later, but I had no clue which way she would sway.

Albus tried to divert my attention—and ease my stress, most likely—by reading to me from Quidditch Through the Ages once more. I thanked him in my head, for Rose had already made her way to my bedside. Despite my eyes being closed, I could sense her presence. It made electricity course through my veins. I wanted nothing more to open my eyes and take her in my arms. But I couldn't, not yet.

"I'm afraid not, Miss Weasley. He'll wake up on his own, Hon."

Whew! Thank Merlin she played a part! I didn't know what I would do if she hadn't.

I tried not to respond when Rose took my hand in hers. It took all of my willpower not to squeeze her hand back, to rub reassuring circles on the back of it with my thumb.

"I love you, Scor. Please wake up soon so we can start our happily ever after. I know you like me. Albus told me your little secret. So please wake up."

'I love you, too, Rosie!' I screamed inside my head. Rose loved me. I wanted to cry with joy!

Albus cleared his throat. "Are you going to the ball Saturday?"

'Way to be nonchalant, Al,' I thought sarcastically. My best friend, subtlety was not exactly his strong suit.

I could tell Rose was taken aback.

"Definitely not," she murmured quickly.

"Oh," replied Al. Really, mate? 'Oh' is all you have to say? This kid was going to kill me. Death by immense stress. I should have known my best friend wasn't crafty enough to get his cousin to do one simple thing. Better yet, I should have made him send in Lily or Hattie. Blimey, even James could have gotten to her!

"What are you up to, Albus?" I could hear the suspicion loud and clear. Al was going to blow this, I just knew it!

"Nothing."

"I can tell it's not 'nothing,' so spill."

Great! He replied way too quickly! And Rose picked up on it. There was no way she was going to let him leave or leave herself without getting something out of him. This was the end of my plan. I nearly opened my eyes, but Albus's words stopped me.

"What if I told you I could promise you the night of your life, if you did exactly what I said, no questions asked?"

The few moments that passed were agonizing. But the moment Rose spoke, I knew she was hooked. Well played, mate.

"Go on."

My finger twitched against her hand. I was so excited that I was unable to control it. It took Rose's attention off Albus, but it put the pressure on me. She kept a better look on me after that.

Luckily, I managed to stay 'unconscious' until Pomfrey sent Rose to bed a few hours later.

And then, because of the amount of effort I had to put forth to keep still, and probably a little bit because of the whole 'taking a bludger to the head' deal, I passed out. This time, though, I was only sleeping, and able to wake up whenever I wanted.

I had to admit, the fact that Rose didn't visit me at all Friday kind of broke my heart. But I knew it was for the best—less face time with Rose meant less time I'd have to pretend to be in a coma still. But I didn't have time to worry about that. For it was Saturday—the day of the Ball. I was busy getting ready in the Hospital Wing; and thanking my lucky stars Pomfrey was actually letting me out so soon after the accident.

"You clean up well, Mister Malfoy," remarked Pomfrey as I fixed the collar of my dress robes in the mirror. A smile crossed her face. I owed a lot to this woman. She nursed me back to health, and kept my Rosie from doing something stupid as well. And she even allowed me to go through with my plan.

"Thank you," I responded. Those words didn't carry enough weight for the amount of reasons I was thankful.

"If you feel dizzy or anything out of the ordinary at all, you come straight back here, you hear me?" Her hands were on her hips again. I suppressed a chuckle.

"Aye aye, captain," I managed to say without laughing. She tutted, and turned away from me.

"Thanks again."

"No need to thank me, Scorpius. It's my job. Now get down there and win her heart! Make it memorable, Mr. Malfoy. She'll think of this day for the rest of her life."

As I walked out of the Hospital Wing, I wondered if Pomfrey ever had someone she never forgot about.

The entire walk from the Hospital Wing to the Great Hall was a nail-biter for me. I wondered if Al managed to get Rose to go, or if she had refused. Rose could be very stubborn at times. But I wouldn't know if my plan worked until I got there.

The Great Hall was decorated beautifully, a girl's dream. There were floating candles in the air, giving the entire place a soft glow. And the floor had been bewitched to look like we were walking on the stars.

Since it was a mascarade ball, I slipped on my black mask and made my way into the crowd. I was supposed to meet Albus and Rose in the dead center of the dance floor, so that's where I headed.

At first, I couldn't see them—there were way too many bodies to do so. I began to worry even more. My plan had panned out pretty smoothly up until this point. So Rose had to be there! But I still didn't see her, and I began to feel dejected.

"She's over there, mate," someone spoke into my ear. I turned to see that the speaker was none other than Hugo, Rose's brother. He was easily recognizable despite the bat mask covering half of his face—I think it was the unruly red hair. And he was grinning like a fool.

My gaze followed his and I saw her, MY Rose, looking beautiful as ever. I guessed Hattie had gotten to her, not that I minded. I made my way over to my beauty.

Rose still hadn't seen me—she was busy staring up at the massive chandelier. I snuck up behind her, wanting to reach out and take her in my arms. I settled for asking her to dance.

"May I have this dance?"

She whirled around and the expression on her face . . . I nearly crushed her in my arms. I swear, I thought I saw her swoon as she took my outstretched hand. I squeezed it as I pulled her into an embrace.

"You look beautiful, Rosie," I whispered against her ear. The shiver that passed through her body felt as sweet as chocolate after a Dementor attack, or so I'd heard.

"You too," she murmured, her voice low.

I chuckled lightly, pulling back to look in her eyes. "I look beautiful, do I? That wasn't exactly the look I was going for. Handsome, yes. Dashing, definitely. Beautiful? Not so much."

Rose punched my shoulder lightly, which only resulted in me laughing more. I pulled her close again, savoring in her head resting on the same shoulder she had just punched.

"Can I say something?" I led her from the dance floor, as far from the noise as I could.

Rose looked up at me, nodding with her eyes. Her lips were formed in what seemed like a permanent smile. Oh how I wished I could kiss those lips! But I had to get the truth out before I could indulge.

"This . . ." I gestured to us, dancing slow, not noticing the people around us. "This is what I had been longing for the entire time. This is how we should have been since the beginning. I'm sorry for that night in the common room."

Rose started to protest, but I hushed her. I had to get it all out in the open. Or I was going to go crazy.

As I stood there, I struggled, trying to find a place to begin, a place where my love for her began. I liked her that night in the common room. I realized I liked her that day in Divination so long ago. I think I may have even liked her our first time on the train—the second time I ever saw her. Yes, I had found it—the place where my love for her began.

"For me, I think my feelings for you began in Diagon Alley. Do you remember when my father and I ran into you outside the robe shop? Do you remember how Hugo was annoying you, so you ran ahead, despite warnings from your mother? Father told me he knew exactly who you were, and that you seemed a little lost. We were already headed for ice cream, and I begged him to bring you along. I didn't want you to be scared anymore. So he invited you with us. I couldn't understand it, but I wanted to be sure that you'd never feel lost again. I didn't even know your name and I wanted to protect you. And then he left us to find your Mum. The look on your face when you saw her come into view is not one I could forget."

I paused long enough to wipe away the solitary tears from her cheeks. I was holding back my own, but I wanted to continue, to tell her everything I had ever felt about her.

"I spent the entire time on Platform 9 and ¾ looking for you. I finally did spot you, just before I boarded. I made my way onto the train, hoping you would find me—that you been looking for me as well. When I met Albus, I had no idea you were his cousin. How was I to know? The pair of you looked nothing alike. But then you walked into our car. And Albus introduced you. I knew I'd get the chance to get to know you. I'd get the chance to make sure no harm would come to you. Even if I didn't understand the need to do so."

I looked around for Albus, who was standing nearby, his arm around Hattie. "I never did get the chance to do this, mate. Thank you for introducing me to my future." I smiled, turning back to Rose, who was full on crying now, despite the smile etched on her face.

"Over the years, my feelings for you only grew stronger. You may have thought I hated you second year, when I threw fits whenever you surpassed me at studies. But I didn't. In fact, I even held myself back often times. Not because I thought you needed to be right all the time. But because the answers always sounded better coming from your lips. Does that even make sense? And then in Divination, I saw my name spelled out in your teacup. I knew I was your future. But I had no idea whether or not you knew it yet. So I made an excuse. You insulted me, which stung a bit, but I didn't let it get to me. I stayed by your side. I was still your friend. Because I couldn't imagine not talking to you every day. Whenever I went over to Albus's house, I prayed you were there. And most times you were, so I got to spend more time with you."

"Scor-" She tried to get me to stop talking. But I had to do this. I had to explain everything to her. I had to make her see.

"No, Rose. I'm almost finished now. That night in the common room a few weeks ago. . . I didn't mean it. I wanted to confess my feelings for you even then. But I didn't think you felt the same. So when Albus started teasing me about them—because yes, he knew about them pretty much all along, at least ever since I began to say your name in my sleep—, I had to deny it. And I didn't realize I was shouting until I saw the look on your face. Saying those words, shouting that I didn't like you hurt me as well, but nothing like the pain that resulted from you believing that I didn't. I followed you that night, Rosie. I wanted to tell you how sorry I was. But I couldn't find you. I even enlisted Albus and Sammie to help. Oh, and when she kissed me, it was all her. I didn't want to. The only person I wanted to kiss—then and now—was you. And then you came along with that git, Finnigan. I knew I had lost you. You don't know how depressed I was in the days after that night. It became me just wanting you to look my way, to talk to me. It was the hardest thing I had ever gone through. And then I found out he laid his hands on you. I lost it. The only thing I could think was no one hurts my Rosie and gets away with it. I had to make him pay." My eyes glazed over, a residual effect of the anger I felt that day.

"Scorpius!" Rose put her hand over my mouth. "Stop, please. Let me get a word in."

I nodded, smiling against her hand. But before she could, I quickly said, "We've known each other five years, Rosie. And I've been under your spell each and every day since we met."

Rose sighed, leaning in close. "I love you," she whispered in my ear, her breath tickling my neck.

I pulled back, smiling even bigger. "Let's dance," I suggested. If I stayed there, staring into her beautiful blue eyes, I would have had to kiss her.

We joined our friends on the dance floor. A slow song was playing, so I pulled Rose close, wrapping my arms around her waist. She twisted her fingers in my hair. It all felt like something out of a dream. Rose was here, in my arms, and I was in hers. Everything I had been wishing for was coming true.

The song ended much too quickly. We stopped under some mistletoe that hadn't been there only moments before. I wondered which of our friends the culprit was. Looking around, I noticed Lorcan Scamander, Lily's date, stashing his wand back inside his robes.

"Looks like I have to kiss you now," I smirked, gesturing up.

"Better do it quickly, before the Nargles wake."

"Nargles?" I asked, a whimsical, questioning look crossing my face.

"Just shut up and kiss me, Malfoy."

I wasted no time in following her instructions.

My fingers slid under her chin, pulling it up, while hers gently tugged my head closer to hers. Our lips met and fireworks exploded in my brain. As I wondered if she felt it too, I realized I could feel her quivering under my touch. Wow . . . so that was what it felt like to kiss Rose Weasley, the girl I had been in love with practically forever.

And she was staring at me with such love in her eyes. I knew it was real. I closed the distance between us, wrapped her up in my arms and pressed my lips to hers, savoring our second kiss. I felt as if I was flying, as if we both were. I could swear the world around me had stopped, and that I saw stars this time.

When we finally broke, after much clearing of the throat from Albus and "you go girl's" from Hattie, I said, "Wow."

"Wow," Rose repeated.

My life literally changed the moment her lips touched mine. I fell for her over and over with that one little kiss. I couldn't imagine a better way to begin the night. Or the rest of my life.

Rose and I danced slowly to nearly every song. Nothing could compare to the feeling of having her wrapped up in my arms. I didn't want to let her go, not with her lips so close to mine, just begging to be kissed. And I didn't want the night to ever end.

"Hey crazy dance freaks," called Albus, twirling Hattie closer to us. "We're headed over to the punch bowl. Are you two tired of gazing into each other's eyes yet? The family has something to say to young Scorpius here."

His grin was mischievous. I wondered what he was up to, and what Rose's family had to say to me.

Reluctantly, I relaxed my hold on Rose, and we followed Albus and Hattie to the punch bowl.

The crowd of Weasley-Potters were already waiting for us. I shifted uncomfortably. James and Freddie were not wearing their happy faces. I wondered if this would be a good talk, or if they were debating whether or not to beat me up right here for making a hussy out of their cousin.

"What do you want, James?" Rose asked before I could. She sounded annoyed. One look at her face brought joy to my own. Rose appeared just as irritated as I was at the unwelcome interruption of our bliss.

"Whoa, temper, temper, Little Cuz." Freddie tsked.

"Yeah, take it easy. We just want to have a chat with Mr. Malfoy here. This doesn't involve you." James's grin was dangerous. I was worried.

"Like bloody hell it doesn't. You want to tell me why you're throwing dangerous looks like that one at my boyfriend?"

My heart swelled. Rose called me her boyfriend. I felt like I was living on Cloud Nine!

"Geez, calm down, fire ant." Freddie's hands went up, as did James's. It was funny that they thought that would protect them from a pissed off Rose. Didn't they know their cousin? Apparently not.

"We only wanted a little chat with him. I guess you can stay and listen."

"You're damned right I'm staying."

My arm snaked around Rose's waist once again, in effort to calm her. She would feel bad if she hurt one of her family members, even if it was only Freddie or James.

"Okay, okay. Do what you please. Now, Scorpius, for that business we have with you…"

James trailed off, making me even more nervous. Freddie and he shared twin looks of seriousness. I wondered what was coming my way. But I had no idea what they'd say next.

"We heard about what you did to Finnigan, mate."

"Yeah, how you roughed him up on account of him laying hands on Rosie."

"And we just want to say…"

"Thank you for defending our cousin's honor." The entire Weasley-Potter clan chorused it—save for Rose, who had no idea what was going on. It was perfectly rehearsed, leading me to ponder when they had the time. But then again, I WAS out for four days. And it had been a week since the fight.

"That's it?" Rose practically had steam coming out of her ears.

"Were you expecting some sort of confrontation, Rosie Posie?" Freddie smirked at his cousin.

I was completely floored. Here I was, thinking that I was going to get beat down for some unknown reason and all they wanted to do was thank me for fighting with Killian? Really? Life made entirely no sense sometimes!

"Well, yes actually. You two brutes are all menacing and dangerous-looking and all you wanted to do was thank him? What's with the charade? Don't you two have any sense? He just got out of the Hospital Wing, you numpties! After being in a coma for four days! What the bloody hell is wrong with you?"

I couldn't help but laugh. Rose was yelling at them, but the smile still never left her face. I guessed it probably wouldn't for a long while.

"Scor? A little help? Can you, like, distract her or something?" James looked at me helplessly as Rose continued to berate him.

I took my cue and whirled her around to place my lips on hers. Oh yes, I liked distracting her.

When we finally broke apart, again prompted by Al's clearing of the throat, Louis stepped forward. He eyed the pair of us, his smile reaching all the way to his eyes.

"Let me be the first to welcome you to the family." He extended his hand and I shook it. James and Freddie were next in line, their hands already outstretched.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on a second. Scor and I have only decided to be together tonight. And now you're welcoming him to the family like he's just proposed or something? Don't you think it's just a little bit too early? You guys might jinx this. If you do, you'll be sorry!"

Al, who was standing to our right, put his hand on Rose's shoulder. "Rose, it's obvious that's where you two are headed."

"I—" She was speechless, which warranted a knowing smirk from Albus, along with the rest of her family. A speechless Rose was not a common occurrence.

"Face it, Rose," Dominique mused, her expression full of envy. "You've got that fairy tale love everyone writes about."

Molly, Lucy and Roxanne nodded in agreement. I secretly wished these girls would find something like Rose had found with me. Not because I felt sorry for them, but because they deserved it.

"Do you hear that, sis?" Molly smirked at Lucy, who nodded, grinning back. "I think I can hear wedding bells."

"Of course it's going to end in a marriage one day, Rose." Roxanne added. "But that doesn't mean you're going to go out and get married today. Relax and enjoy love. It doesn't come along often."

I remembered Roxanne had recently broken up with her boyfriend. I wondered if seeing us together hurt her. Causing Rose's family pain was the last thing I wanted to do.

Beside me, Rose was blushing profusely. I grinned at the adorable reddish hue her face had taken on.

"We're only fifteen! Marriage is the furthest thing on our minds!"

"You may only be fifteen, Rose Red," Hattie began, "but you've found your soul mate, girl. Are you seriously going to tell me you aren't already imagining your wedding day?"

I blushed at the thought. Even if Rose wasn't picturing it, I was. And boy did she look beautiful in white.

Admittedly, I was nervous when Freddie stepped toward us once again. I mean, yes, he had just thanked me for making Finnigan pay, but I didn't like the look in his eyes. Rose didn't either. She frowned for the first time since setting eyes on me only a short while earlier.

"Scorpius, if I hear that you've hurt our Rose in any way at all, you'll be answering to me."

"And me," seconded James.

"And me," came Hugo's voice.

"Me too, mate," began Albus. "While Rose can be annoying most of the time, every single one of us would stick our necks out for her. And if that means beating the crap out of you, we won't hesitate. Not that I think you'll ever try to hurt her. Just know that you'll have the whole brunt of the Weasley-Potters coming after you if you do."

I nodded, unable to hide the smile on my face. Albus? Agreeing with his brother and cousins? Not something I thought I'd ever see.

"Rosie, I better not hear that you've had sex with him before you're of age. Or I WILL hurt him." James's eyes were fierce as he bored holes in each of us.

"And who gave you the right to make decisions about my love life?" Rose's hands were on her hips. I couldn't help but stare at her beauty. Even when she was fuming at her cousins she was beautiful. Man, I had it bad.

"I gave myself that right. Don't let me find out. You won't like it if I do." James folded his arms over his chest. I knew he was nearly as stubborn as Rose. This could go on for a long time.

"So says the king of one night stands," joked Lily.

I had almost forgotten Lily was in the group. Now I saw her, with Lorcan's arm around her. I doubted James or Albus would like that very much. But there was nothing I could do about it.

"Yeah? What of it? I'm nearly of age. And I'm a man."

"Shut it, James," laughed Hugo. I was surprised. I'd never seen him stand up to his cousin. Yes, he went along with James and Freddie's schemes, but he never questioned anything. This usually left him as the scapegoat.

"I need you to promise me something Scor." Hugo had to raise his voice over his chattering cousins.

"Okay?" I was intrigued. Hugo was not one to ask for promises. I had known him for five years and not once had I seen him request any.

"Promise me you will treat my sister right. She deserves it. And promise me I won't have to witness all that mushy stuff."

"I promise, Hugo. I love your sister. I would never do anything to harm her or make her feel bad." I smiled at Rose.

"See? That! That is what I was talking about. I think I'm going to be sick."

I laughed, ignoring Hugo's response. Rose had all of my attention. And I had all of hers.

"I think you better avert your eyes, little bro. I'm about to kiss my boyfriend, and I'm sure Cartwright would not like to clean up your vomit when he's cleaning after the party. The same goes for the rest of you lot."

I didn't even notice who turned away, because Rose was standing on her tiptoes before me, slinking her arms around my neck. I closed the distance, and our lips melded together. I saw fireworks once again, bright, beautiful red ones, in all patterns and sizes.

Rose pulled away much too soon. I think she wanted to give her family a break—and maybe she wanted a bit of air.

"Dance with me, Mr. Malfoy," she whispered loud enough for only my ears.

"With pleasure, Mrs. Malfoy." I grinned, earning myself a smack.

I led Rose out onto the stars once again.

My world had been in turmoil before Rose. I understood that. But I wouldn't have traded all of that strife and struggle if it meant I'd never have Rose for my own. Without her, I'd be a shell of the man I was supposed to become. She kept me whole, gave me a reason to go on. And I loved her more for it.

"I love you, Scorpius," Rose sighed, laying her head on my shoulder. Her hair smelled of strawberries.

I inhaled her scent, let it wash over me, seep through me. My arm at her waist tightened, pulling her closer. I tipped her chin up and kissed her deeply, savoring the feel of her quivering. I took her breath away just as she took mine.

"I love you more, Rosie."

"Not possible, Malfoy."

"Never say never, Weasley." I kissed her nose, smirking a half smirk.

My eyes left hers as a commotion began near the entrance. I craned my neck to see who was causing the hullabaloo. And then I wish I didn't. For there he was, Finnigan, the one who had caused my Rosie so much pain and sorrow. And the one who had put me in the hospital wing for nearly a week—I knew the bludger came from him…who else harbored such a grudge against me? The only thing that kept me from going over there and beating him to a bloody pulp was the girl in my arms—and maybe just a little bit of the 'just getting out of the Hospital Wing' bit.

From a distance, I noticed Finnigan wasn't alone. He was dragging a very timid-looking Sammie. I couldn't be sure from this far away, but it looked like she was failing at covering up a black eye. That son of a flying hippogriff! Someone should have taught that boy better! He should have been told that girls were meant to be worshipped, or at the very least loved. And putting your hands on a woman, causing her pain—whether emotional or physical—wasn't love. I hoped Sammie knew what she was getting herself into when she agreed to date him. Rose sure didn't and look where that got her.

"Is that Sammie?" Al and Hattie came over to join us. A glance behind us told me that the rest of the Weasley-Potters had come as well.

"Yes," Rose answered. I could hear the sadness in her voice. Sammie was once Rose's best friend. It didn't take a fool to notice how scared for her she was.

I pulled Rose into my side, trying to hide her eyes. She wouldn't let me, of course. Stubborn Rose is very stubborn. And that was an understatement. I just hoped she wouldn't notice Sammie's attempt at a cover-up. I didn't need Rose stomping over there, not when I couldn't help her if she got into trouble. That hurt almost worse than the memory of the bludger against my skull.

Oh, look. At least I didn't have to worry about Rose going over to Finnigan. Because, of course, the moment he spotted us, he started to make a beeline in our direction. Just perfect.

I shared a look with Albus, begging with my eyes for his help if things got out of hand. His nod was miniscule, but it was there. Al always had my back. That's what best friends do.

"Well, well, well. Look at what we have here, Sammie. I knew you would go for Malfoy scum, Rose. I could see it in the way you looked at him. Don't think I've missed it. But I've got me a new girl. And guess what, Rose. She actually puts out. Not like you ever would. That's why I kicked you to the curb."

"Are you insane, Killian? Is there some loose wire in your brain? I broke things off with YOU. Not the other way around. You can tell yourself otherwise all you want, but it will never change the truth."

Much to my dismay, Rose stepped forward, putting herself between me and Finnigan. I could feel the anger seething from him. All I wanted to do was pull her away from the guy who had caused her pain.

"Sammie, I thought you were better than this. That's a horrible job on covering up what he did to you, by the way. You shouldn't let Killian hurt you like that!"

"What do you care, Rose? You haven't talked to me in weeks." Venom colored her words. I was shocked. He hit her. How could she still stand by his side?

"I care, Sammie. You may not think I do, but it's true. We were best friends for four years. You think I'm going to give that up after one night? Yes, I was hurt, and I was avoiding you. But that didn't mean I forgot about you."

"It doesn't matter. Killian's with me now. And you're just jealous!"

"I'm not jealous! Scorpius is ten times the man Killian is! He's everything that Killian lacks! Don't be with him just to spite me! Don't do that to yourself! You're better than this! You're better than him, Sammie!"

Rose's voice rose with desperation. She knew she had to get Sammie away from the poison that was Finnigan. I knew it too.

"Don't listen to him, Sammie Baby. I love you and only you." Killian wrapped his arms around Sammie. She flinched at the contact. I nearly pushed past Rose and reacquainted Finnigan's jaw with my fist.

"Shut it, Killian. Sammie may have given it up to you against better judgment, but I'm glad I didn't."

"You're just jealous, Rose. You missed out on all of this. I bet Malfoy's tiny member isn't even enough to tickle your fancy."

"At least Scorpius doesn't have to force himself on me. I'd willingly let him touch me."

A chorus of groans erupted behind me. Probably not the visual they wanted, but Rose was on a roll.

Before I knew what was happening, Finnigan was shoving Sammie from his side. He stalked toward Rose, his wand pointed straight at her face. I didn't waste a second to pull Rose behind me. Her family moved in front of us.

"Cru—"

Over James and Freddie's shoulders, I saw Finnigan's wand fly out of his hand. I wasn't sure where the spell came from, but it was probably the professors that were now headed our way. At the head of the mob, Headmaster Longbottom half ran to us.

It really was amazing that Finnigan didn't care who he was hitting with his curse, as long as it was someone related to Rose.

"Are you okay?" Headmaster Longbottom turned his back on Finnigan and addressed us as a whole. As we nodded, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Killian Michael Finnigan, you are hereby expelled from Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You are to be escorted off the premises and handed straight over to the Aurors for the attempted use of the Cruciatus curse. I think you'll find it useful knowledge that your ex-girlfriend, the one you put your hands on and just now tried to torture, has a lot of Aurors in her family. In fact, her Uncle is the head of the department and his best friend, not to mention right hand man, is her father. I do hope you enjoy your time in Azkaban. Because I believe they will be chucking the book at you quite hard. Now get out of my sight before I rethink the fact that causing harm on any student would land myself in a cell next to yours."

The roaring cheer that erupted the moment Finnigan was hauled out of the Great Hall was deafening. I didn't know that so many people wanted him gone. Or at least that wanted justice for their friends or family affected by him.

"Alright you lot, there's nothing to see here. Get back to the dance. Or shall we end things here? It IS only nine, after all. On a Saturday, no less. I would have guessed you all would want to dance into the wee hours of the night. Maybe I was wrong?"

His smirk told me he knew the answer to his question even before the protests broke out around us. What a way to distract the lot of them. I was impressed.

"Thank you, Headmaster." Rose pulled the surprised man into a hug.

"No need to thank me, Rose. Your parents would have my hide if I let anything bad happen to you. You know how bad your father's temper gets."

Rose laughed, and it was music to my ears. I moved to her side, wrapping my arms around her waist. I could feel the tension leave her body.

"You both look happy," Professor Longbottom commented. A smile crinkled his eyes.

"We are," I answered, knowing it was the truth, and that it always would be the truth.

One Year and Six Months Later

Everything had to be perfect! That was my only thought as I ran around my home, checking every nook and cranny for nonexistent dust bunnies and redcaps.

It had been two weeks since I had seen Rose last. She went with her parents and Hugo to go visit her grandparents, who were retired dentists. All I knew was that I missed her. So I began moping around the house, unsure of what to do with myself.

In the year and a half that had passed since the Mascaraed Ball, Rose and I had grown very close. We made good on the promise we had made James, always stopping before things got out of hand. But we were close on a different level. Rose loved me, and I loved her. And we never missed a chance to tell each other.

"Scorpius, dear, when is Rose scheduled to arrive?" Mum pulled me from my thoughts. To say I was surprised when she told me dad suggested I invite Rose for dinner was a bit of an understatement. But of course, my parents had listened to my lovesick musings for the past month. And the summer before. They were bound to want to meet the girl who had made an honest man of their son.

"I told her dinner was at six. So she'll probably be here yesterday," I joked, chuckling lightly. Rose was prompt, but not that prompt. I expected her about an hour before dinner, knowing she couldn't wait to meet my parents. I wish I could say I was as excited to meet Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, but I'd be lying. The horror stories James, Hugo and Freddie liked to tell me were enough to terrorize even a grown man.

"Scorpius, never joke about a woman! They don't take it lightly. And they have an elephant's memory about things of that nature." While Dad scolded me, he moved to Mum's side, placing his hands on her shoulders.

I was struck by the obvious difference in their appearance. Dad was tall, while Mum was a good foot shorter. And Mum's raven black hair contrasted Dad's platinum blonde. Really, it was a wonder I inherited his hair color, with Mum's as dark as it was. But I did get Mum's eyes, and I loved them. Every glance in the mirror was a reminder of home.

"Sorry, Dad, I'll remember that. I believe she will be here in about an hour. I can't wait for you both to meet her. You're going to love her!"

My grin seemed to split my face in half.

The hour passed slowly. Every creak of the house earned a glance at the fireplace.

I was caught off guard when it actually was her. I had stopped looking only five minutes before. Go figure.

"Scorpius!" Rose's exclamation brought my attention to her. I flew off the sofa I was waiting on, closing the distance between us in only a few steps.

And then Rose was in my arms. And it felt so good. And yet again, I was amazed by the feeling of fullness, compared to the empty hole felt only moments before. Time spent without Rose felt like I was missing a limb. I didn't like it, but we had no choice. We were both barely of age. Actually, Rose wouldn't be seventeen until the following week.

"I missed you," Rose whispered against my shoulder.

"I missed you, too, love."

Rose answered with a smile.

"Why did you invite me, by the way?"

"I thought it's high time I showed you off to the folks, Rosie."

"Your Mum wanted to meet me, didn't she?" Her sly smirk only made me want to kiss her.

"Actually it was Dad, but that's beside the point. I couldn't imagine not seeing you until your birthday party."

"But that's only next week."

"Your point?"

I smirked and kissed her quickly, before she could respond and before my parents came in and spoiled the moment.

"Ahem," Dad cleared his throat. Guess I wasn't as quick as I thought.

Reluctantly, I let go of Rose, who seemed unsteady on her feet next to me.

In the moments before I introduced Rose to my parents, I worried she would hate my father. After all the things he did to her parents, and all that was said about her family, how could she not?

"Dad, Mum, this is Rose. Rosie, this is my Mum and Dad, Astoria and Draco Malfoy."

Dad kissed Rose's outstretched hand. "Rose, I do believe you're just as lovely as your mother. I trust your journey went well? Floo can be quite a trip sometimes."

"Yes, sir. No trouble at all."

"Draco. Call me Draco, please."

Rose nodded. "It's nice to meet you both," she murmured, smiling her most beautiful smile. She held her hand out to them.

"The pleasure is ours, dear." Mum pulled her into a hug. "I must say, my son did not do you justice. Such a beautiful girl."

"Mum, is that necessary? She's only just got here. You'll have plenty of time to squeeze the life out of her after dinner. Is that anywhere close to being done, by the way? I'm a growing boy. I require sustenance."

Dad tutted, while Mum simply smiled.

"Yes, dear, it's just about ready. Why don't you give Rose a tour of our home?"

I showed her nearly every room in the place. She was particularly fond of the Black family tapestry in the drawing room. Of course, we had one in our home. Grandmum herself was a Black.

I hesitated outside of my own room, suddenly aware that she was the first girl I had brought home, let alone allowed into my own personal space. Sucking it up, I pushed open my door. My room was decorated in Ravenclaw blue and bronze. I had insisted on the change from green and silver the night I was sorted. I sent Mum and Dad an owl the moment I got into the common room. I even went so far as to paint it myself the moment I got home after my first year.

"This is your room?" Rose was so very adorable as she peered into my space.

"What gave it away?" I asked with a smirk.

"Possibly the blue and bronze splattered everywhere. Nice decorating, by the way. Did you paint it with your eyes closed?"

My heart hammered in my chest. Rose didn't like my room? I thought she of all people would!

She gazed up to meet my eyes, and couldn't hold her laughter in. "Got you, didn't I?"

I knew she was joking the moment she dissolved into giggles. She would have to pay for that! I stalked toward her, cornering her against my bookshelf. I lunged forward and began to tickle her.

"No! Stop, stop, stop! Scorpius!" Rose's shouts were getting louder, thinking that would make me stop tickling her. Nope, it would take more than that.

"Am I interrupting something?" Dad stood in the doorway of my room. Rose and I both froze. I took two steps away from her, allowing her room to breathe.

"No, Dad. We were just messing around."

"Well your Mum sent me up to find the both of you. Shall I tell her you mysteriously disappeared?" When he winked at me, my face turned about as red as a Gryffindor's scarf.

"Dad!"

Rose's laughter bubbled again next to me.

Dad merely smirked, a knowing look in his eyes.

"I'm only joking, kiddo. Come, before your mother filets and serves us for dinner instead of that delicious-looking ham she baked."

Rose and I followed him down to the dining room.

"I was wondering what happened to you three. Dinner's ready. Please be seated."

We all took our seats as food floated out to us, followed by Mum. The food looked delicious, but I was almost too nervous to eat. Almost.

Small talk was not something my parents were known for. So I wracked my brain, trying to come up with a topic to talk about.

We were nearly done eating when a thought bubble entered my mind. Rose had gone to Finnigan's trial as a witness only a few days before. It was bloody ridiculous that it took that long for him to get a trial, in my opinion.

"So how much time did Finnigan get in Azkaban?"

"Scorpius! That is not suitable dinner table talk. Apologize to Rose." Geez, my parents sure knew how to overreact.

"It's perfectly fine, thank you, Mrs. Malfoy." Rose smiled sweetly and the 'rents backed off a bit. I could tell they were curious. Now I was wishing I hadn't brought it up. I knew they'd make us tell them the full story.

"Who is this Finnigan, anyways? Why was he sent to Azkaban?"

Before I could answer them, Rose went into the whole sordid tale.

"Killian Finnigan was my boyfriend early last year. He was abusive, mentally and physically. He went to Azkaban because he tried to use the Cruciatus Curse on Scorpius and me."

Dad choked on the food in his mouth. He eyed me carefully, and I knew I was in for a lecture when Rose left. I probably should have told him what happened at the Ball as soon as I got back from Hogwarts. Or even anytime between then and now. But I wanted to forget it happened. I wanted to forget Rose was ever in that much danger. I couldn't handle remembering it.

"He got four years. I think it's lucky the Professors noticed him. Not for us, but because if he had finished that incantation, he probably would have gotten life. But since it was only an attempt, the Wizengamot went easy on him, much to Dad and Uncle Harry's dismay. They wanted to feed him to the Dementors. I don't really blame them. Oh! Did you hear he managed to get Sammie pregnant in that one week? I guess what they say about it only taking once was true. She gave birth to a little boy on last Halloween. His name is Benjamin. We've been owling for the past three weeks. I'll tell you one thing, Killian and Sammie make cute kids. Not that I'd wish another of his children on her. She's having enough trouble with baby Benji as it is. Poor little guy is nearly always screaming."

Wait, what? Sammie, the girl who had once tried to make Rose jealous by throwing herself at me, was pregnant? And it was Finnigan's? Oh man, I felt sorry for the kid.

"I sincerely hope he turns out nothing like his father."

"I do, too. I still can't believe it!"

"So this child's father is Rose's ex-boyfriend? The abusive one?" Mum sounded absolutely horrified.

I nodded. "Does Finnigan know?"

Rose shook her head. "She said she was going to keep the baby a secret for as long as she could. She wants her son safe. And that means never having his father in his life. Really, I can't blame her."

Dinner ended not long after the bomb of a conversation was dropped. I kissed Rose good-bye, with promises that I would see her a week later, at her seventeenth birthday party. Even Mum and Dad were invited, though I think Dad was still debating whether or not to go.

I couldn't wait. I knew Rose was going to love her presents.

Possibly almost as much as she loved me.

One Week Later

The day of Rose's birthday party had finally arrived. I couldn't believe my Rosie was of age already! Almost a full month after I turned seventeen. We were both adults!

"Ready to go, son?" Dad's voice was strained. He had finally decided to accept Rose's invitation. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Maybe he'd try to right some of his wrongs. I just hoped our arrival wouldn't cause a scene.

I nodded, grabbing his right arm as Mum took hold of his left. Dad turned on the spot, and with a loud POP! we were at the Burrow.

I had been to the Burrow a few times before. Growing up as Albus's best friend warranted at least one trip to the place. But it was always with only a few family members around.

Being Rose's seventeenth birthday party, pretty much everyone in her massive family was invited and planning on showing up. After all, seventeen was a big deal in the Wizarding Community. It's not every day that a young wizard finally becomes an adult.

Rose spotted us the moment we arrived. It was like she had a sixth sense when it came to me. No matter what, she was able to feel something every time I came into a room. I'd even proved my theory with the help of Albus. Of course, he commented on how freaky it was, how freaky she was, but that's my best friend for you.

She made a beeline for us, a stunning smile splitting her face. I couldn't get over how absolutely gorgeous she looked, but then again, she always looked beautiful to me. Today, though, she had a newfound maturity about her. I was under her spell the moment I laid eyes on her. And it seemed I wasn't the only one.

"Happy birthday, Love!" I wrapped my arms around her, picking her up and spinning her around. Rose squealed and I grinned. Boy was I in love with her.

"Put her down, Scorpius!" Dad hissed, looking uncomfortable. "Everyone is looking!" Mum and he sauntered off, trying to blend in to the wild crowd that was Rose's family.

Reluctantly, I set her on her feet, but not before earning myself a peck on the cheek. My ears felt hot as a blush spread across my face.

"Hey, mate, way to make a scene." Albus strolled over, Hattie on his arm. I had already gotten past the shock of seeing the wedding bands on their fingers. That had gone down two months ago, right after we got back from Hogwarts. But I wasn't expecting the subtle baby bump. I mean, I knew she was pregnant, but I guess it never sank in. Either way, I wished them all the best. Albus was going to make an amazing dad, Hattie an impeccable mother. I was just sorry she wouldn't be at Hogwarts with us for our final year.

"Benji Bear, come back to Mummy! Don't make me chase you, baby!"

I watched as Sammie ran after her toddling son. The boy looked everything like his father, nothing like his mother. I wished that was where the inheritance stopped. Break the cycle with him.

"Wow, he looks just like him," Hattie murmured, her hand rested on her belly.

"That he does," answered Rose. "Sammie's told me sometimes it's hard for her to even look at him. But then she remembers that she is his Mum and he is her responsibility. She pretends he looks like her father. You know how she's never even met him, that he died shortly before she was born."

We nodded.

"He looks like a little hellion. I hope our daughter isn't anything like little Benji there." Albus looked truly terrified.

"I hope she doesn't LIKE Benji the brat," I joked, earning myself an elbow to the gut.

"It's a girl?" Rose squeaked, her eyes filling with tears.

Hattie nodded, sharing her tears, though I wasn't sure if from happiness or the pregnancy hormones coursing her veins. "We've just performed a test, after much . . . encouraging from Alby's Mum. Really, I couldn't get that woman off my back about it. I would have preferred to wait and be surprised." Her words had taken on a bitter edge.

"Love, we've talked about this," Al began, pacifying his wife. Wife . . . I'd never get used to calling her that. "It's more reasonable to know the gender of our child before she's born, that way we can have her room ready for her."

"Don't start, Albus. Anyways, it's a moot point now. Let's go tell your Mum and Dad. I'm sure they'll be ecstatic to be getting a granddaughter."

I watched as she practically dragged him away, glad Rose and I had kept the promise we made James. We were definitely too young for a baby. And while I was confident Albus and Hattie could handle it, I knew that would come from a lot of help from both of their families. I wish I'd had the protection talk with Albus earlier. By the time I warned him, Hattie was already knocked up, and Albus knew about it.

"Come on, Scor; let's go introduce you to my family."

The first two people we met on "Mission: Show Me Off to Everyone" was Rose's grandparents, Molly and Arthur Weasley. Of course, I had met them before. Molly had even insisted I called her Grandmum whenever I was over. She considered me part of her family even before I knew I was in love with Rose. I just wondered if that acceptance would change when she met me as Rose's boyfriend.

"Grandmummy, Granddad, this is Scorpius, my boyfriend." Rose's grin was full of confidence. I was glad she had faith in her family. Me, on the other hand, well, I believed it could go either way. Maybe they would love me and accept me into the fold, or maybe they would hate me and want my head on a spike. I really hoped it was the first one.

The pair of them eyed me for a moment. I shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny of their gaze.

Then Molly opened her arms wide, gesturing for me to step forward. "Well, come on, Scorpius, dear. Give your old Grandmum a hug."

I stepped tentatively forward, still unsure, and let myself be engulfed in a bear hug by the very own Weasley mama bear herself. I willed myself to relax but my efforts were futile.

"Oh dear! You must eat more, Scorpius! Don't they feed you at that school? You are much too thin."

With those words alone, I knew Molly had accepted me. I let my breath out in a whoosh, earning a chuckle from Arthur. He held out his hand, and I took it, remembering what Dad had taught me about firm handshakes.

"Welcome to the family, dear. Though I was wondering when you'd join us."

"What?"

"I've seen the way you look at her, Scorpius. Do you think I wasn't paying attention? I'm not that old, you know."

Molly's words threw me for a loop. Did she expect me to fall in love with Rose? When had she had noticed it? Wow, she really doesn't miss a thing, does she?

Beside me, Rose smiled sweetly at her Grandmum.

"Ah, dear boy, if my wife welcomes you to the family, then that means I should follow suit."

I smiled at Arthur. I had only met the man once before. But already I was family to him. To be honest, I was surprised.

"Thanks, Grandmummy, granddad. We must be off now. Lots more family to meet Scorpius. We'll visit more later on. Love you both."

We made our way to where a smattering of Rose's aunts and uncles were standing, along with Albus, Hattie, Lily and Lorcan. I wondered where Lysander was, but then I spotted him off to the side of the lawn, having an intense conversation with Rose's cousin, Roxanne. I wondered if they were finally going to rekindle their romance.

"Uncle Harry, Aunt Ginny, and Aunt Angelina, this is my boyfriend, Scorpius. And you already know everyone else, Scor." Rose's smile seemed to get even bigger. I wasn't sure how that was possible, but it happened.

"Everyone else?" smirked Lily. "That's the introduction we get? Thanks Rosie."

"Scorpius, I hear you're a wicked good Chaser!" Ginny grinned at me. I wondered if she still missed the game.

"Albus said you scored twelve goals in your last game alone," remarked Harry, his eyes full of wonder.

"Wow, twelve?" Rose's Aunt Angelina sounded pretty impressed. "The most I've had in one game was eight."

"Oh, it was nothing," I muttered, brushing it off.
"Nothing, mate? You won us the game!"

"No, you won us the game, Al. You caught the snitch. I just helped seal up our win."

"Well, while I would love nothing more than to sit here and listen to you lot talk about Quidditch, Scorpius has more people to meet." Rose said as she led me away.

"Sorry, I'll find you later," I promised.

I tried to put a name to all the faces I was meeting, but with this family, it seemed near impossible.

Next in our path were Rose's Uncles George and Percy. Them I knew. I'd been to their joke shop numerous times with Albus, always getting a pretty good deal, not that we really bought many things. I'm not a prankster, and neither was Albus.

They seemed to be deep in the planning stages of a new prank. I wondered what it was going to be.

"Uncle George, Uncle Percy, this is my boyfriend, Scorpius Malfoy."

"Rosie, Rosie, Rosie," George tsked, shaking his head. "You fell for a Malfoy?" He slung an arm over her shoulders. "Say it isn't so!"

"Shut it, George," murmured Percy, clapping a hand on my back. "It makes perfect sense that she's gone and fallen for him."

"It does?" I was confused. Why would it make sense?

"Yes, it does, young one. You see, when she was growing up, my youngest brother, Ron, hammered it into her head that she wasn't to have anything to do with you when she went to Hogwarts. He couldn't fathom his daughter with Malfoy spawn—his words, not mine. I don't believe you're nearly as bad as he expected you to be, but then again, I've only just met you. Anyways, Rose inherited her father's temper and stubbornness, and, well, that led us here. It makes perfect sense that she would like you because you were, in sorts, forbidden fruit to her. That'll draw even the strongest of young women. Though, I have seen how happy my niece has been since you lot have gotten together. Thank you, for that."

"Yes, thanks mate," added George. "Our little Rosie here deserves her happiness. And if it's a Malfoy that gives it to her, well I guess I don't have much to say of your union, do I? Speaking of Malfoy, is your father here, boy?"

"Uncle George," Rose warned. Her lips formed a thin line. I wanted to kiss them to coax her to relax.

"He is," I answered. I didn't like the look in George's eyes, but I couldn't worry about that for long. Rose was yanking my arm out, pulling me away.

"Ow, Rosie, I CAN walk, you know."

"I can't believe him!"

"It's okay, Love, we knew this would be difficult. I was expecting at least some sort of hostility, after all that Dad's done to your family."

"He promised me he would behave, though. I'm going to have to tell Aunt Angelina. Get her on him. That'll show him!" Rose was wearing her evil face. Even that one was pure beauty. I was so very in love with her.

I chuckled lightly at her cuteness. "Have we met everyone yet?" I knew we hadn't, because there was her father. It seemed as if everywhere I turned, he was always within sight. I wondered if Rose noticed it as well.

"No, not yet. Let's go meet Aunt Luna and Uncle Rolf. They're standing right over there with Professor Longbottom, and his wife Hannah. Don't call him Headmaster here. He doesn't like to mix his personal life with Hogwarts. It was part of the reason the whole situation with Killian was so hard on him."

The people in question were standing in a tight circle, sharing a whimsical conversation about some form of a creature I'd never heard of. Is that what they always did? I didn't know Lorcan and Lysander's parents, but the boys were a tad . . .er, strange.

"Excuse us, Auntie Luna. Could I possibly introduce you to my boyfriend, Scorpius?"

"Oh, yes! So this is Scorpius? I've heard a lot about you. My sons didn't stop talking about you taking that bludger to your head for weeks! The way they tell the story, it's a wonder you're still alive."

Of course they would remember that. I groaned inwardly. "It's nice to meet you, ma'am."

"Not ma'am, dear. Please, call me Auntie Luna. Everyone else does." She smiled at me, shrugging her shoulders.

"Yes ma'am, er, Auntie Luna." I tasted the words, testing them and finding that they came out pretty well. I'd never expected something like this to happen.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, I trust your summer has been good?" Professor Longbottom's smile creased his brow.

"Yes sir. I'm looking forward to school in a few weeks though."

Professor Longbottom chuckled. "You don't need to lie, boy. I don't mind if you're not looking forward to going back. It's your final year. And you're already an adult. I know you lot want to be out in the real world already. And I know that this last year will feel like monotony. But I do hope that I'll make it enjoyable enough."

"I'm sure it will be loads of fun!"

We spent a few minutes talking to them, and then we excused ourselves. I was feeling a tad overwhelmed with all of the family I was meeting. Sure, I knew I would have had to sooner or later, but I wanted to spend the day focusing on Rose, not meeting a whole bunch of people. I was feeling a bit bitter about not being able to take her to a quiet place and just enjoying her birthday with her. Kind of like what we did at my party.

"I think that's everyone," Rose said, pulling me in the opposite direction.

I knew that wasn't true. We hadn't made our way over to her parents yet. Maybe she didn't want me to meet them. Maybe she wished I'd never come.

"Are you ashamed of me, Rose?" I couldn't keep the hurt from my voice and she noticed it.

"What? No, that's not it at all, Scor." She bit her lip.

"Then why aren't you flaunting me to your parents like you've done for everyone else. I just don't understand."

"My dad is . . ." She trailed off, leaving me hanging. Her dad was what?

"Yes?" I urged her to continue.

"My dad isn't exactly nice to my boyfriends."

"Boyfriends? As in plural? Since when did you get another boyfriend aside from Killian?" My tone suggested seriousness, but Rose knew I was joking. It was just something I did now.

"Well, yes. I was really young—about six or seven—and it was only playground dates and all. But when I brought him home to meet Dad . . . Well, let's just say he didn't react very well. He pretty much told me I wasn't allowed to date, or at least he didn't want to meet the boy, until I was married. I'm not sure how that would work, but I believed him back then."

I looked away, deep in thought. I was under the impression Rose had told him about us. But if she hadn't. . . I wasn't sure I could handle something like that. I told everyone—and I do mean everyone—that I was dating her. If she couldn't do the same, then maybe she didn't feel the same. It was ridiculous, but it was the elephant weighing on my mind.

"Scorpius, look at me." She placed each of her hands on my cheeks, pulling my eyes to meet hers. "I'm not ashamed of you. I'm worried about what he'll do to you. Uncle Percy was right. Dad's temper is worse than mine. But he knows you're my boyfriend. And he knows who your father is. Face it, baby, the odds aren't stacked in your favor. I was trying to keep you safe." She bit her lip once again.

I couldn't resist it anymore. I pulled her in my arms and pressed my lips to hers. Off to my right, I heard a groan. I couldn't tell if it came from Albus, Hugo or James. Behind me, I heard my named hissed once more. Dad wasn't too happy about my PDA. But they were ignored when I heard someone clearing their throat close to Rose. Very close.

Rose jumped back from me, recognizing her father instantly. "Daddy, I, um, this is Scorpius. He's my boyfriend." I could see her grimace, whether at the situation or her statement, I wasn't sure. Her blush spread quickly.

"Scorpius," he greeted me curtly. I could feel the tension radiating from his body.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Scorpius." Hermione pulled me into a hug. I couldn't help but hear Rose's dad grumbling to her, asking why we weren't introduced first.

"Never mind them, Scorpius. Father, daughter talk." She led me slightly away from her quarreling family members.

I couldn't hear what Ron said, but Rose looked furious. "It wasn't his fault, Daddy!" she shouted. "I was the one directing him to people! Don't blame him for something he didn't even do!"

And then Rose was stalking over to us, fire in her eyes. "Your husband is so infuriating, Mum."

"Don't talk about your father that way, dear. You know he means well. It's just . . . You're still a little girl to him. It's hard for us parents to see our children grow up right before our very eyes. Please don't be too hard on him, Rosie."

Rose visibly relaxed. Ron came over to join us, scowling, mumbling to himself. I couldn't hear what he was saying, and that was probably a good thing.

"Presents!" Hermione exclaimed. I would bet that she was thinking of something to diffuse the situation. "It's time for presents! Ron, dear, do go gather everyone please."

He nodded, stalking off. I could tell that he needed time to cool off, and apparently Hermione could too.

I wanted to be the first to give Rose her presents, so I'd kept them on me. Pulling them out, I caught Rose's attention, and pulled her away from everyone else.

"Rose?" The gifts were already in hand, and held out to her. She took them, a smile lighting her face.

She tore through the packaging on her first gift, the larger of the two. When she saw that it was a first edition of her favorite book, Pride and Prejudice, she nearly melted.

"Oh, Scor, thank you! This is too much! Really! How did you know this was my favorite book?"

"Lucky guess?" I smirked.

"Albus told you, didn't he?"

I nodded, openly laughing. "What do you expect, Love? He's my best mate. It's his job to help me with my girlfriend's birthday present. Though I think he may have gotten his intel from either Lily or Hattie. Either way, I'm glad you love it. Open your other gift! I can guarantee you'll love it even more than this!"

The second gift I had made on my own—for the most part. It was a charm bracelet with very personal charms dangling from the links in the chain. The open book and key with a padlocked heart charms were easy to find—I got them from a little Muggle boutique not far from home. And I knew Rose would find the meaning in them with ease. I even knew she'd get the meaning behind the blue and bronze eagle perched on a swing. But those weren't the difficult charms. I had to scour my spellbooks to find a spell to place on the tiny silver owl to make it fly around. And then I had to roll up the even smaller parchment note it would hold. The note told her that I loved her and promised myself to her. I was sure Rose wouldn't be into a ring when we were still so very young, so the parchment, the bracelet, was my version of a promise ring. The last charm on the bracelet was the letters "R" and "S" entwined. I really hoped she would love it.

In the days before her birthday, I had fretted over the letters charm the most. It was the one I made purely on my own, and I didn't think I'd done a good job on it. So to say I was surprised when Rose literally threw herself in my arms was an understatement.

Rose kissed me like there was no tomorrow. It was like she forgot everyone around, like we were the only two people who existed. I didn't mind. I was rather enjoying myself.

But I knew we were in trouble when I felt a hand grab me and drag me away. I couldn't even turn around to see who was carting me off, because I was being forced to march backwards.

When whoever pulled me away stopped us, I whirled around, suddenly aware of how far away from everyone we were. I had a pretty good idea who it was, but seeing Ron's murderous face wasn't very pleasant. I knew I'd screwed up, and I wasn't even the one who initiated the kiss.

"It's time we have a little talk, boy," Ron growled through clenched teeth.

"O-Okay, s-sir." Admittedly, I was shaking in my boots. I saw Dad beginning to make his way over, but I waved him off. No need to start something between him and Ron. That, I'd bet, would become nuclear.

"If you're going to date my daughter, it had better be leading somewhere. What are your plans, Scorpius?" His lips curled around my name.

"I, uh." I was speechless. What WERE my plans? Date her for a long while, of course. And even propose one day. But would Rose say yes? When would I even do it? Was he talking about Rose and me, or was he asking of my career pathway? I floundered, unsure of how to answer his question.

"It's not a hard question, boy. Will you, one day, come and ask me for Rose's hand? Or will you just love her until you get what you want from her? I have to know these things, I'm her father."

I couldn't believe he thought that low of me! I mean, yes, my father was horrible to him. But I was nothing like him!

"No, sir. I mean yes! I hope to one day marry Rose. That is, if she wants to. I love your daughter, Mr. Weasley. She's everything to me." I wish there was a way to let him inside my head, to show him how true my words were.

His expression softened slightly. "If you ever hurt her, Scorpius, so help me, I will cut you up slowly and feed you to the Giants, piece by piece."

"I swear on my life that I won't do anything to hurt her ever. I couldn't imagine causing her pain."

"Good, good. You know, I'm glad it's you and not Finnigan. She can do a lot worse than you, boy. That I will freely admit."

I was shocked when a smile cracked his face and he pulled me into a brisk hug.

Rose stomped over to us, anger bubbling.

"Nothing going on here, Rosie. Scorpius and I were just having a little chat."

"Let's go, Scorpius. Albus wants a word."

As we walked back, I wondered what Al wanted. But when she didn't lead me over to him, I knew it was just a ruse to get me away from her father.

Albus and Hattie were standing off with his parents. None of them looked happy. I wondered if everything would work out in the end for them. I hoped it would. They were just too good of people for it not to.

"Oi! I should have made my brother and Hattie swear to the promise I made you both take," James murmured, chuckling lightly as he came to join us.

"I should have given him the 'protection' talk sooner," I agreed, nodding.

"Looks like our fathers are about to have a showdown," muttered Hugo, joining us as well. He pointed over to where our parents were slowly approaching each other.

I debated whether or not to go over there, offer myself as a buffer. I didn't think it wise, not after just gaining Ron's approval only minutes before. But, at the same time, I didn't want to feed my parents to the wolves.

"Dad wasn't sure if it was wise for him and Mum to come," I informed them. "Thank you for inviting them, though. They absolutely love you, and now we don't have to arrange a special parent meet-and-greet. And it looks like Dad's about to apologize for all the strife he caused. I'm not sure if an apology will excuse it all, but it's a step in the right direction, right?"

Rose nodded, wrapping her arm around my waist. "I love you," she whispered against my body.

"I love you more."

I wouldn't have traded anything in my life to be there, at Rose's Of Age Birthday party, watching our parents begin the process of becoming at the very least civil to each other.

After all, with any luck, they'd one day be in-laws.

Ten Months Later

"Is this place okay? Do you like the food?"

Rose nodded, her smile brightening the candle-lit Muggle diner. Bathed in the glow, she looked even more beautiful than ever before.

A lot had happened since her birthday party. Lily and Lorcan broke up over Thanksgiving and gave it another go a week later. I guess they couldn't stand to be apart. Albus and Hattie's little girl, Zoey Breanna, rang in the new year surprising her parents with a late delivery—she was due to join us the day after Christmas. Rose's grandfather had a major health scare which resulted in Grandmum Molly forcing him to retire. He was now resting comfortably at home—well . . . not at this exact moment, but more on that in a while. James and Freddie joined the family business and were now running the Weasley Wizarding Wares in Hogsmeade. George and Percy had taken over Zonko's when the old man retired, and George's gift to his son for making it all the way through Hogwarts was the store, to be run with his own best friend, James. It was something George never managed to do—not that it mattered, really, he already had all the knowledge he needed to create new products, and whatever he didn't know, Percy did—and he never let his son forget how proud of him he was.

I bet you lot were wondering what happened with Rose and me. Were we still going strong? Had we kept our promise to James? Were we going to be parents young like Hattie and Albus?

Well, we were definitely stronger than ever. That was, in part, due to the fact that we hadn't kept our promise to James. We had our first time on Christmas Eve, when her parents were at the Burrow, and thought that we were at my house. It was the most magical night of my life, but I was hoping I could top that tonight. And, luckily, no, we weren't going to be parents yet. I was going to make sure we were married before that happened. But we WERE planning on moving in together in less than a month. Rose's parents were okay with it because I was going off to fall training for the Chudley Cannons—which happened to still be Ron's favorite team—and wasn't going to be home much until after the season break. I was just excited to tell the world that I was living with the love of my life.

"This place is beautiful," Rose commented, eyes full of wonder. I knew she would love it and that was why I chose it for tonight. It was our first official date as Hogwart's graduates, as true adults. I wanted everything to be perfect, and that started here.

"It's only because you're here," I murmured, sipping my red wine. I needed the slight buzz it gave me. You know, liquid courage and all. I was barely reigning in my excitement and nervousness. I had to make sure Rose didn't suspect anything. I wanted to keep the surprise as long as I could.

My Rose, who had been sipping her own wine, snorted a laugh. "That was a really cheesy line, Scor. Did you ask Albus or James for pointers? What's with the effort? We've been dating over two years now. We've even made love!" The last bit was whispered, but a blush still crept up her neck.

"I wanted our first date to be special, Love."

"We've had hundreds of dates already! Why is this one special?"

I groaned inwardly. Rose was suspicious. I had to find a way to appease her, at least until I could get her to our final destination.

"That was while were still in school. This is our first official date. You know, as adults, graduates, and all that hoopla. I just don't want this to be a schoolyard romance. I want more for us. And tonight is helping prove that to you."

Rose placed her hand on mine. "Scorpius, I love you. I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me."

I chuckled, relaxing my face, but feeling the joy building deep inside. It bubbled each and every time she told me she loved me. "I'm not stuck with you, you're stuck with me. That's probably worse."

"Not possible, Scorpius." She feigned a sigh, so I followed her lead, teasing her to keep her mind off the suspicion lurking in a dark corner of it.

"You're absolutely right," I agreed, a smirk crossing my face. "I don't Rose Rant every time I break a nail."

"Rose Rant?" Rose's expression changed and she jerked her hand back. I worried I'd screwed up, both the date and what I had planned for later.

"Er . . . It's just an affectionate nickname your cousin gave your little temper tantrums."

"I do not have temper tantrums!" Her voice raised, causing heads to turn in our direction.

Great! I'd screwed up royally, and now everyone was making a spectacle of us. I had to find a way to calm Rose down.

Before I made my attempt, she began cracking up. "You . . . should . . . have . . . seen . . . your . . . face," she shrilled between snorts. Once I realized she was joking, my heart rate slowed significantly.

"You . . .?" I was confused. Was she angry? Was she joking? Was she mentally unstable?

"I've known about the Rose Rants since I was eight, Scorpius. If you'll remember correctly, I've been Albus's best friend since we were born!"

"Oh," was all I could manage.

Our desserts arrived and our conversation ebbed. Rose laughed when I dabbed a finger in my whipped cream and tapped her nose. Then she got me back by smearing a finger-load of ice cream on my cheeks. It was lucky we were in an extravagant restaurant. Were we at home, she would have gotten it for that.

I checked my watch. We were expected to be at our final destination at 9 o'clock sharp. It was now quarter to. We were going to be late!

"Time to go, Love. We have places to be." I stood and pulled her to her feet.

"What? I thought this was our date? Where are we going?"

My lips brushed hers, in effort to distract her. "It's a nice night. I'd like to go for a walk." I led her out of the building, thanking the hostess on the way out.

Once outside, I led Rose to an empty alley behind restaurant. I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and stepped behind her.

"Do you trust me, Rose?"

She nodded, her expression quizzical. "I do. What's this about?"

"I need to blindfold you." Wasn't that obvious?

Rose whirled around to face me, confusion coloring her face. "But why? I thought we were going for a walk."

"We are, but I'd like you to not see where I take you until the time is right."

"You're not going to take me somewhere and cut me into little pieces are you?"

I had to laugh. "Of course not, Love. I just want the place to be a surprise. Can I?" I gestured to the blindfold.

She bit her lip, nodding and turning around. I wrapped the blindfold over her eyes. Then I spun her around to face me. "Can you see me?"

"No," Rose whispered, her voice thick. I wondered if I was going too far. But I really wanted our destination to be a surprise!

"Okay, good. We're going to disapparate. Don't worry, Love. You're safe in my arms."

I wrapped my arms around her shoulder and turned us on the spot. We landed near the middle of Rose's favorite park. I wasn't sure if she'd recognize it by scent, but if she didn't she would know soon.

The chattering up ahead was getting louder. I groaned inwardly. Leave it to them to be loud and give everything away. I whistled, causing Rose to jump next to me, and the chattering to cease almost immediately. If she wasn't suspicious before, she would be now.

"Where are we?" Rose's voice was low, worried. I knew she hated not being able to see anything.

"It will all be revealed to you soon. Come, Love. Mind your step."

I led Rose to the clearing directly in the center of the park. It was alight with floating candles.

"You can take that thing off now, Rose. Open your eyes and see me, baby."

This was it. I had never been more nervous in my life! How would Rose react?

"What's all this?" she questioned, gazing around in wonder.

I barely even heard her question. I was distracted by Albus peeking out from a bush, urging me to get on with it. Right on cue, I heard a baby cry once. Rose spun in the direction it came from, but I grabbed her arm before she caught Al.

Once her attention was back on me, I bent down on one knee, staring up at her with nothing but pure love. "I love you, Rose Weasley, I always have. I can't imagine my life without you. Marry me, Rosie, and make me the happiest man alive."

Tears streamed down both of our faces as Rose nodded, her "Yes" barely above a whisper. I jumped up, pulling her into my arms and spinning her around, placing feather-light kisses on every inch of skin I could reach.

Behind us, the clapping began. All of Rose's family and some of my own emerged from behind the bushes and trees surrounding the clearing. Nearly all of the women had wet eyes. I was surprised to see Dad and Ron were hugging.

Rose and I were to be married as soon as my first Quidditch season was over. To be honest, I couldn't wait to truly call her my own.