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Chapter Nine
Scorpius' POV
Well this is a great start to Christmas.
I'm sitting in my father's study waiting for him to start moaning about the Rose situation. He was not happy about the public kissing, not that it was my fault! Even though I did enjoy it. I stare at my father and notice how old he looks. He's hair is dramatically receding, he looks paler than ever, and his face is lined.
He looks back at me, 'I'm not happy about this, Scorpius.'
Here we go.
I lean back in my chair and stare him out.
'I'm not breaking up with her.'
'I think you need to.'
'I don't care what you think.'
He flinches slightly and I feel an unexpected sense of pity. We've never been close. Ever. But I don't mean to be overly harsh.
He frowns deeply, 'I don't want you associating with people like her.'
Okay the sympathetic feeling has gone.
'Why?' I demand angrily.
He struggles for words, knowing I'll go mental if he says what he's thinking. Mud blood. Blood traitor.
'Well?' I repeat.
'Don't talk to me like that Scorpius.'
'Don't talk about her like that!'
'You can do better.'
That does it.
'No I can't!' I bellow, a sudden rage similar to when I punched Lucas Corner surging through me, 'And I don't want to. I'm lucky that she wants me. You've made everything so hard for me! Do you know what it's like having a Death Eater for a father?'
He just looks at me silently.
'Oh yeah, of course you do' I laugh then jump out of my chair so quickly it topples over and sprint upstairs.
Rose's POV
'How tall is he?'
'How is that relevant, dad?'
Ron Weasley, deputy head of the Auror Office and the most overprotective father in history, is quizzing me on Scorpius yet again.
It's Christmas Eve and while we've yet to have a proper talk about the subject, he's been asking the most random questions at the most random times over the past few days. At the moment we're wrapping everyone's presents and I'm trying to avoid the embarrassment of being cross-examined by my father. Where's Hugo when I need him.
'Rose what have you done with my Chuddley Cannons book?'
Ah, speak of the devil and he shall appear.
I turn to my brother who has appeared in the lounge doorway. He's unbelievably tall for his fifteen years and a Weasley shade of ginger.
'Why would I need your Cannons book unless I wanted to light a fire?'
Both Hugo and my dad look scandalised. Insulting the Cannons in our house is like… well, like dating a Malfoy.
'Are you two not done yet?' demands my mum who's joined Hugo in the doorway.
Dad looks sheepish. The whole wrapping presents by hand thing was obviously a ploy to question me about my love life.
My mum sighs, waves her wand and the presents are suddenly wrapped.
We head to the fireplace, not being able to fly because my mum has such a contempt for it. I go first, taking a pinch of floo powder and stepping into the fire. A moment later I'm clambering out into my favourite kitchen in the world.
A dozen people call greetings. I glance round the room. There's Grandma Molly looking flustered but happy by the oven, Grandad Arthur sitting in an armchair, Fred and James nearest the fireplace and looking as suspicious as usual. Victoire and Teddy are hand in hand sitting at the table, a group of Uncles- Harry, Percy and Charlie- are chatting about something and Angelina and Audrey are laughing at something Lily's just said. I love my family.
The Burrow used to be tiny apparently but Uncle George insisted on magically expanding it a few years ago when he realised there'd be enough of us for not only a Quidditch team but a reserve team and several substitutes.
'Hey Rose.'
Brilliant.
'Hi, Dominique,' I say in a fake sing song voice.
The rivalry Lucy and I used to have until we called a ceasefire had nothing on the issues between Dominique and I. She's a year older than me but has ended up in my school year at Hogwarts after she failed all her OWLs and had to re-sit them, even though she's in Ravenclaw. When we were younger I used to be sick with jealousy over her thick blonde curls and part- veela sheen but now we're older and I know her personality I couldn't care less. She has a new boyfriend every week, always older, always good looking, always rich. She thinks I'm bookish and boring. Oh yeah, and she's fancied Scorpius for God knows how long.
Are you okay?' she smiles falsely.
'Yes thanks.'
Luckily I'm saved by the arrival of Al who pulls me away.
'Have you spoken to Scorpius yet?' he asks.
'Not for a couple of days, my dad would have a fit if I was communicating with him all the time.'
'How's Ron taken it?'
'Surprisingly well, although he keeps bombarding me with questions. Anyway, what about Scorpius?'
'He's had a really rough time from his family. They've been ignoring him for the past few days.'
My heart aches, I miss him so much.
But why is he writing to Al and not me?
Scorpius' POV
I think this year will go down as the most uncomfortable Christmas dinner in history. I'm in the dining room, eating my way through lunch in silence. My mother and father are both trying to ignore me yet not let Lucius and Narcissa know that they are doing so. My grandparents are busy criticising everything they can think of from the current Minister for Magic- Rose's Uncle of course- to the drizzling rain outside.
'Scorpius!' says Lucius suddenly, 'How is Hogwarts?'
'Fine.'
My father raises his eyebrows, I ignore him.
'Is it still over run by the Weasley- Potters and their various hangers on?'
'I suppose so.'
'Disgusting' complains Lucius, 'No respect for magic anymore, blood traitors and Mudbloods in charge…'
'Just so you know,' I add in cheerfully, 'I almost got expelled for punching a boy who insulted my girlfriend with that kind of language.'
You could practically see the tension hanging in the air.
'Oh yeah,' I continue, 'I'm dating Rose Weasley. Now I think I'm finished with my lunch, I'll be upstairs.'
And I leave them all staring open mouthed at my retreating back.
Later that evening I'm lying on my bed thinking about Rose. I can hear them quarrelling downstairs and Lucius verbally amending his will.
'He'll not be getting that rug now, or the silk wallpaper.' I hear him mutter.
Oh please say it isn't so.
I want to write to Rose but I have no idea what to say. Telling her I've just alienated my entire family for her might sound a bit strong for a relationship that's only been going for a couple of months.
Why is everything so hard?
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