Well Needed
Month Seven
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"I'm sure he's just as excited as the rest of us." Rose's mother had always been the one to reassure someone.
"He was completely brutal the last time he was at our house. Two moths ago!" Rose had become exasperated. Lunch with Hermione Weasley at the Leaky Cauldron had taken a turn. Scorpius had been called in rather early that morning.
"About what time should Scorpius be getting home?" Subject change. A shrug. "Dear, you can't keep believing things are worse than they are." Eyes met eyes. Sympathy. "Trust me, nothing is ever as bad as it seems. You're also not doing much for the babies. Stress is hard on them."
Rose's head fell into her hand that she had propped up onto the table. Her blue eyes settled on the small salad in front of her. She had lost her appetite the very first mention of Draco Malfoy. A sigh escaped her lips.
"Can't you just say something wrong for once?" Broken. She had always been the one to look towards the negative. "But you're right, of course." Always. "He'll come around. Once they're born." Lifting spirits.
Hermione smiled slightly, letting her hand flutter on her daughter's free one. "You have an amazing life right now, Rosie. The way Scorpius is...Draco could have never been like that. Just look at the way him and Astoria are. Are they nearly as happy as you and their son?" She let her head shake slowly. She had answered her own question.
Rose lifted her head once more, red curls falling in front of her shoulders, broader than they had been months before. Her stomach had rounded in the past two months, making it slightly difficult to sit very close to the table. Taking the glass filled with pink lemonade, decorated with a small blue umbrella and pink straw, compliments of Hannah Longbottom, she slowly sipped from it.
The liquid chilled her body, calming her once angry nerves. "I just don't see them approving any time soon." Thoughts flowed through her mind. Negative. "Maybe they'll turn around. There are three months left, of course."
The last words sent a sparkle into the dark eyes of Hermione. "Which means we have a shower to plan. And a rather large one." Excitement.
Laughter filled the area around their table. Suddenly, she felt as if she had lost a bit of her maturity; sitting there doubting her boyfriend's family.
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I let myself get behind again xD AND, I feel like this story has gone down slightly from where I wanted it. The next 3 chapters will be much better. Not longer, but better. Maybe longer. I've been pre-occupied by my new RP, which you should check out after reviewing this chapter ;) The link to my RP is on my profile. Very top. Thanks!
