Author's Note; Okay, I would like to just take a moment to tell ALL of you: Reviewers, Readers, Followers, Favoriters, everyone who thought about clicking this or didn't finish reading it, or actually liked it: ALL OF YOU, thank you.

Seriously, I wish I had kept up with every review and written you letters, just know that I appreciated everything. Criticism, comments, even pointing out the grammatical errors. So THANK YOU SO MUCH! Honestly, you're great.

Well... I've got a minute. If you reviewed, read through, if you didn't and you just want to get to the epilogue, skip ahead.

Suzie's Q: Um... thanks for the best first review I could have ever even asked for. Literally, your review was so long I should be composing a symphony for you. I really hope you kept on reading, and you're reading this now, I HATE that I didn't respond earlier. You were so helpful and amazing and AJFKLSD:JKA thank you so much. The fact that you cared that much is kind of incredible. Literally, you're the best. You quoted exact lines and LITERALLY FLATTERED ME SO MUCH! I mean... do you always give such amazing reviews? Can you review everything I ever write, please? Can you become an editor and review everything the world ever produces?

thestoryreader99: Thanks for the review! Second isn't that bad, not shabby at all. Pretty sure we're the same person, I miss Tonks more than I probably should, considering her status as a fictional character... eh... I'm not going to dwell on my weirdness. But really, thanks!

pennyg: Thank you so much for taking time to review! All of the reviews kept me motivated, it's always amazing to hear that someone cares, hahaha.

Stromsten: Scorpius Malfoy should have a press release, he'd be up there, all posh in a dark suit, like he's running for office and he'd open his mouth and say, "Citizens of the Wizarding World, I, Scorpius Malfoy, come before you to publicly disavow any interest in Lilly Luna Potter..." Heheh, thanks so much, really, though. You're great!

An Artists Account: Thanks for everything awesome you said (aka everything) I'm glad you liked my Rose, it was so fun making her realistic, I think I actually put a lot of myself into her, so basically you're complimenting my inner bitch. So thanks. You rock.

toolazytologin: I love you despite your laziness. And you weren't too lazy to review, so you weren't too lazy to make me super-duper happy, so thanks, you're a wonderful person. I'm probably lazier, I mean two years to finish a seven chapter fanfic? What the heck?

laurenlissen2: Awe! Thank you so much for encouraging me, you're a splendid person, keep being wonderful, please?

temerario: I certainly was motivated by the comments like yours, I mean... the fact that I had your continued support basically means the world to me. Thank you for being a wonderful reader!

Arwin Fred: Thank you bucket-loads for taking time to tell me what you liked, I mean, that's freaking fantastic. If every reader did that then I would be reeling. You are totally wizard. (;

HH: Thank you for reviewing, it means a lot to me!

mana: Carry on with being awesome, thanks for reviewing!

RichelleStark15: Thank you so much for the review, literally wonderful- Chapter six was especially large exclusively at your behest. But really, the fact you wanted more meant I was doing something right, doesn't it? Which means you are flattering me beyond words. So muchas gracias.

Guest: Dear guest-who-stumbled-across-my-story, thank you so much for taking time to review and also for reading my mind a little bit... because I wanted a Rose that wasn't the conventional Hermione clone. I tried to make her a lot more like Ron and then a lot more Slytherin, and I wanted to say that ambition wasn't BAD. I feel like Slytherins get bad reps...I hope you love the epilogue.

So here's the epilogue: it's a short one, but I'd love a few last reviews, so don't hesitate to tell me what you think! I'll pm any lovely reviewers, or MAYBE if I start another Scorose story I'd thank all of you lovelies there. ENJOY! And if you stumble onto the story say... a hundred years into the future, still review, would you? Because the ghost of me will be happy, I promise. :D


I'm sitting on a Church bench decorated with blood burgundy and metallic gold-leaf rose petals. I wasn't asked to be a bridesmaid, there aren't any Weasleys up there. Just a row of fresh-faced Gryffindor grads, right out of Hogwarts.

The groom is a tall, pale blond. High cheekbones and steel eyes. Long fingers tucked into a crisp black suit- the kind that costs a few million galleons on sale. I can't smell him, but I'd wager he reeks of musty towers and the snake bangle on his bicep has been worn by You-Know-Who at least twice. He's gorgeous and absolutely in love and I'm not even that bitter that Lilly Luna Potter is marrying Malfoy.

I mean- she could have thought this through a little better. She caught the bouquet at Scorpius and my wedding a few months ago. But Malfoys and Potters are finnicky beasts. I guess I should have seen it coming… I just… I don't know if I'll ever know how she did it.

Andromeda and Draco insisted we rent out the Eye of London… and Mom and Dad wanted it at the Burrow… so we ended up compromising for Andromeda's fancy French Wedding Planner, diamond-encrusted wedding favors, and all of the quaint rusticity of the Leaning Tower of Weasley.

There had been more blonds in the vicinity than my dad could ever have been comfortable with, and a present from Scorpius's cousin tried to poison me.

I tripped on the satin runner when Dad was walking me down the aisle… when Dad had to "give me away" he actually nervously shouted "I object!".

Albus was Scorpius's Man of Honor, which was tragically awkward, as the last time they had a civil conversation was pre-makeout session New Years, a thousand years ago.

When I first tried on the dress it was so tight I nearly choked.

When Mom first saw the price tag on the mass of white fabric and Swarovski crystal she nearly choked.

But when Scorpius saw me walk down the aisle, he did choke. Which was sweet… kind of?

I slipped during my first dance, and the second, and the third. I tripped into the honeymoon and into our first apartment… and it had all been so perfect.

Whatever. There are bigger issues in my life. Writing my next article for the Inquirer- finding a house in my ridiculously tight price range- conjuring up decent baby names… taking over the Wizarding World... c'mon, every Slytherin entertains the thought sometime.

"Merlin, Rose… is that Scorpius Malfoy at the end of the aisle?" Dad asks, stumbling in late, already having located the open bar. Mom rolls her eyes.

"Don't listen to him, Rose," she croons.

"Are you kidding? I can't believe you worked up the resolve to come to this joke, Rose," Teddy mutters, shaking his head and lifting up little Nymphadora onto his shoulders. She's morphed her tiny mop of hair just purple enough to give Lilly an ulcer. Good.

"There was definitely a reason we couldn't be in the ceremony. Lilly might get confused. You'd have to wear nametags," I turn to Scorpius to mutter.

He's wearing a gray button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and slate trousers. He owns a thousand identical outfits, Unspeakables can't express themselves with color in the workplace, and he just flooed in from the Ministry. I try to smooth down his tousled hair.

/My/hair is still Malfoy White-blonde. Andromeda thought she could make it work with my wildly curly hair. Mom leans over and non-verbally transfigures it Weasley Red.

Teddy reaches over the aisle and transfigures it Nymphadora Purple.

"I mean... /I/ don't even know who this guy is. And he's supposed to be my second cousin," Scorp says. I pull a red and gold tie out of my bag and loop it under his collar.

"He's just another Malfoy, slithering around Gryffindor Tower," I deadpan. Scorpius glares.

"I'm with your mom, I like it red," he croons, throwing an arm over my shoulder.

"Everyone has a soft spot for a red-haired Weasley," I taunt.

"I have a soft spot for a Ginger Malfoy," he whispers.

"If she has red hair we name her Ginger. Ginger Granger Weasley. Dammit. There's no constellation in there. I have half a mind to name her Bellatrix, just to piss off your dead Great-Aunt."

Dad chokes. Hugo pounds hid back.

"You name her Bellatrix and you will be disowned. You'd also be ensuring yourself a cozy spot in Hell for your morbid sense of humor."

"I like Casseopia, too. Casseopia Hermione Malfoy."

"That's probably the best one, so far," he says, putting a hand on my mountainous belly.

"So... Voldemortetta Virgo Malfoy is totally out of the question, right? Like we took that one completely off of the table, right?" I inquire innocently. The doors open and Lily stomps out, wearing her slip and petticoat- her hair in a curly mass practically stapled to her head.

"I swear on Merlin's balls if you summon You-Know-Who back from the dead at MY wedding- I will avada your ass into smithereens," Bridezilla roars. Her eyes widen.

"Is your hair PURPLE!?"