DISCLAIMER: I don't own Rose, Scorpius, Twelfth Night or parties.


Conclusion to Getting it Right.

Blurb …

Six years later, I'm still best friends with Bea, still cousins with Al and still in love with Scorpius Malfoy. Oh, and still trying to get it right. My conclusion … oh, I don't bloody know. :Scorpius/Rose sequel to GIR postDH NextGen:


Chapter 11: The Last One.

Al, Bea, Scorpius and I all turned up at Libby's at the same time, having flooed from the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade, to back home. While walking down to Libby's flat on the floor below us, Al and Bea surged on ahead, their linked hands swinging between then and chatting excitedly about a mix of the play they had just seen and speculating on what married life would be like for them. Of course, this left Scorpius and I alone.

I didn't want to admit that I was freaking out. This sort of situation had only resulted in a screaming match the past week and a half! We weren't even holding hands, which felt just … wrong.

"Did you like the play?" Scorpius asked me.

"It was brilliant," I answered, much more normally that I thought I was capable of. "Much better than anything we could have done."

"Oh, I dunno, I reckon we were pretty convincing," Scorpius gave me a half-hearted smile. "We were actually in love, after all."

Were.

Oh, the awkward.

We'd never been this uncomfortable around each other since Hogwarts! The most awkward I think we'd ever been had to be the time between the Pointless Ball and the Twelfth Night performance, back in fifth-year. Then, I hadn't even been able to meet Scorpius's eye, on the fact that he had told me he loved me, right before snogging the hell out of me right in the middle of the dance floor. I had, of course, promptly slapped him across the face and refused to speak to him until the play, when I most unfortunately figured out my feelings and realised that I couldn't stay away from him. Those 12 days in between had been the most uncomfortable of my life, but I'd been able to bear it, since Scorpius and I clearly didn't hang out outside of Muggle Studies and being Defence Against the Dark Arts partners.

Now, I'd somehow found myself coming in a full circle! Once again, we were at the most weird to be around each other we'd ever been, just after Christmas, to this point now, twelve days later. I had to do something about it, like when I was fifteen. Though this time, I wasn't sure I'd get the same result.

Libby was in the midst of decorating her flat when we arrived, already in costume. I had decided to forgo the moustache this year, but Scorpius was still wearing the laugh-worthy tights, along with Al in his full-jester outfit. Yes, Al hadn't technically been a part of Twelfth Night, but our annual party had extended over the years to officially include 'all those who were a part of the Shakespeare experience, along with their significant others and/or friends and randoms who like to have a fun time!' (according to Libby, anyway). Libby's current roommate, the Razor (seriously), was currently lounging on her sofa, throwing peanuts into the air and catching them in his mouth.

"Oh, thank Merlin, you guys are here!" Libby cried, falling out of the air as she dropped her wand, which she had been currently holding between her teeth to levitate herself as she tacked up a banner that read, 'Happy Twelfth Night!' "Al, can you chuck me my wand? Sorry, RAZOR isn't being very helpful!" She yelled the last point in the direction of her flatmate. The Razor just yawned and flicked his dark fringe over his face.

Pretty soon, people were flooding in and in no time at all, the party was well underway. I had always loved our Twelfth Night parties; not only was it a celebration of all that we had achieved, but it was a chance to catch up with those people from our class who had since moved on from our lives. Some we just never heard from again, but others like Tom Ellis and Geraldine Pewter genuinely made an effort to make it.

Music blasted out of the wireless as forty-odd people crammed themselves into Libby's flat. Normally when it got this big, we would move out to the floor's balcony, which was right at the end of each hallway, overlooking the street. They were big enough to host heaps of people, but Libby's flat was at the opposite end; we may have a lot of explaining to do if the Muggles came out and saw forty young adults dressed in Shakeswotzit costumes, traipsing back and forth between the flat and the balcony. Libby had strung fairy lights everywhere so the lounge had a colourful glow, setting a buzzing atmosphere, despite the freezing snow outside.

However, my mood had somehow been thrown into one of its downward spirals and I didn't think anything would get it back up again tonight; until Trevor arrived, that is.

"ROSIE!" he cried, throwing his arms around me in an enthusiastic hug. I laughed as he spun me around. He did this basically every time I saw him and it never got old. "What's up, bitch?!

"I'm all right," I told him, punching him on the arm once he had let me go. Once again, he had managed to charm his hair the exact same colour as mine, despite the fact that he hadn't seen me in a while. It's scary how he does that. "Been working and working, nothing interesting at all! What about you, you bastard? You never come visit me!"

"Aw, work's also been insane," Trevor moped, tugging me to the side of the crowded room so we could talk. He appeared to have just arrived, along with his older sister Gracie (who I still owed a drink to, but that's another story). "Some bloke up north apparently tried to breed a Puffskein with a baby dragon. Yeah!" He snorted when I couldn't help but crack up in laughter. "The result was surprisingly lethal! The thing would fly around, spewing fire everywhere! Anyway, we had to join up with a squad from the Magical Law Enforcement to arrest him and capture all of the 'Dragskein's as the bloke called them," Trevor rolled his eyes. "The bloke I share an office with and I have been working with them, trying to domesticate them."

"Has that worked?" I asked.

"Well, we did manage to teach one to roll over," Trevor mused. "But then it set the training room on fire, so …"

"Please, if it gets to April and you're still trying to think of something to get me for my birthday, I'm fine with just a book or something." I said at once. I could only imagine the carnage at having a Dragskein flying around the flat, setting fire to everything.

"So how's your work?" Trevor asked me, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. I might have thought he looked a bit antsy, but Trevor has always been a bit mental. "You're in creature-induced injurires now, right? Vultures still trying to kill you?"

"Oh, they've actually been fine over Christmas!" I said. "We've all been so eager to please the bosses recently that none of them have spared a thought to sabotaging the others to make themselves look good. And yeah, we finally started a new cycle! I was getting sick of working with Harley."

"Oh, that's good," Trevor said in an offhand voice. Then, he added in what I suppose he thought was a casual manor, "… so Lucy's doing all right?"

I snorted. "You two broke up again, didn't you?"

"I – no!" Trevor insisted. "We … we're taking a bit of a break …"

"Really?"

"No, fine, she dumped me again! Happy?" Trevor grumbled. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, Trev, you really do need to give that girl a good kick up the arse," I told him. "I don't even want to know how many times you've broken up and gotten back together since Hogwarts."

"I've lost count, to be perfectly honest," Trevor admitted. "I dunno, Rosie, maybe we're just not meant to be …"

"Don't say that!" I said, dismayed. "Especially not today, of all days! You're her Sebastian and she's your Olivia!"

"Look, I'm not saying I don't love her anymore," Trevor tried to placate me, since I was indeed going a bit nuts here. "But I'm not sure I can keep doing this. Look, we always knew that one of our relationships was going to go bust," He rolled his eyes. "A Slytherin and a Ravenclaw? I don't know why I kidded myself into thinking it would work."

"Aw, c'mon, you've been on and off for years!" I protested.

"Rosie, d'you know why Lucy originally went out with me? As in the first time, back in fifth-year?" Trevor asked me. I thought back to that ever fateful day, not long before our Twelfth Night performance in fact, when Trevor had announced that he had a new girlfriend. All of us, myself included, had scoffed at Harley. It was common knowledge back that she still fancied Scorpius and was clearly trying to get back at him. But then they had lasted almost until the end of the year and my thoughts behind why they had gotten together had wavered.

"Wasn't she just trying to spite Scorpius?" I asked.

"Exactly," Trevor said, shrugging. "She was never really interested in me and I knew that … I just figured that she was hot and well, who could possibly say no? Plus I hadn't really had a serious girlfriend since you, so …" He gave me a grin and I felt my neck go red.

"Good god, please don't mention that," I said, unable to meet his eye. "I try to completely forget the fact that I've kissed you before!"

"Hey girl, I don't mind," Trevor laughed. "You're hot, too! But you're totally my little sister now, so while yeah, it's a bit gross to look back on, I'm glad that you were my first girlfriend. Even if you were only using me to get back at Scorpius."

"We haven't had a lot of luck, have we?" I mused out loud, staring out across the crowd. Scorpius was chatting away to one of his old school friends, Danny Parker, who had played Malvolio in the Twelfth Night play. I hadn't really been close to Danny, though I'd gotten to know him a bit during the later years of Hogwarts when Scorpius and I had gotten together. He lived in Denmark now, but had come back for the night to celebrate with us. The two were laughing and joking together and I realised with a pang that I hadn't seen that smile directed at me in ages.

"Pft, Rosie, what're you on about?" Trevor said, bumping my shoulder with his. "You've still got Scorpius!"

"I don't know, Trev …"

I swear, Trevor's face completely fell. It was kind of disconcerting. "What?!" he yelped, grabbing me by the shoulders. "Holy shit, no! You can't break up, I swear I'll cry!"

"We're not breaking up!" I said hastily, swatting Trevor on the chest to get him to let go of me. "At least … I don't know. Things have just been very hard recently and what with Al and Bea all in their engagement bliss, I don't really want to snap them out of their high. But I don't know what else to do …"

"You can get through it, I know you can!" Trevor tried to reassure me straight away. "I don't know what's wrong, but I don't care, it doesn't matter! You can get through it!"

"What about you and Harley?" I spun the conversation back on him. "Reckon you two can get through all your problems?"

Trevor just scowled, but he threw an arm around my shoulders, hugging me close to him. "Shit, Rosie …" he said. "Our lives suck, don't they?"


I spent most of the night catching up with old friends and throwing out the crazy dance moves. I mean, I can dance properly if I really wanted to, but really it was much more fun to pretend your trousers are running away from you and waving your hands in the air.

Libby was belting out songs from the wireless, her arm around Tom Ellis, who was rather well known for being an incredibly crap singer. At some point during the night, Libby had had a camera, but it had since been high-jacked by the Razor, who was currently trying to take pictures of up girls' skirts. Bea actually kicked him in the face, which caused about half the room to cheer and Libby to break off her singing to scream that the Razor was so fired as her roommate.

Lucy Harley had turned up to the party sometime around midnight, apparently having been working. The vulture was thankfully nowhere near me at the hospital, but I felt her glare wherever I went. I expected her to head straight to Trevor, who was currently laughing with Toby, Jo and Jo's boyfriend who had apparently just told an incredibly hilarious story. Knowing Harley, she was probably going to try and beg for him back again and I scoffed when I saw her stalk through the crowd of people, the only attempt to be in costume being the black dress she had thrown on (never mind the fact that it was so short by Elizabethan standards that she would have given Shakespeare himself a heart attack). However, to my surprise, Harley went straight over to Scorpius, who had been talking to Al and a few of the other boys from Hogwarts.

She muttered into his ear over the music and he excused himself from the group. Scorpius and Harley moved through the flat to a less crowded space near the kitchen. Ok, so clearly I'm supposed to follow, right? If not, well, I think I have every right to be the crazy stalker girlfriend! I've accepted the fact that they're best friends but they are also ex's.

So like the slightly deranged girl that I am, I snuck through the crowd after them, ducking under flailing arms and dancing through the small hallway. I managed to get into the kitchen without them seeing me by hiding behind a big burly bloke who, despite his strong Russian accent, told everyone he was Jo's cousin in order to get into the party. Hiding behind the kitchen door, I was in prime position to overhear everything the two were saying on the other side.

I think I may just need psychiatric help.

"… here?" Harley was saying. Through the crack between the door and the wall, I caught a glimpse of her worried face.

"Somewhere," Scorpius answered, hands in his pockets and face impassive. "I don't know. I don't really care, to be honest."

"You can't say that," Harley said. "Are you honestly giving up? Because if you are, I'm afraid I'm going to have to slap you!"

"Look, I …" Scorpius seemed at a loss for words, dragging a hand through his hair; a habit that I'd accidentally picked up off him for when he was stressed. "I'm stuck, Lu! I don't know what else to do!"

"Try talking to her, you bloody idiot!" Harley cried. "You know I'm not exactly a fan of Weasley, but even she deserves that!"

Me. Of course they were talking about me. But on the amazing miracle side of all this, Harley actually seemed to be sticking up for me! That's something I never thought I'd live to see!

"It's hard, Lucy–"

"Of course it's bloody hard!" Harley snapped at him. "But it all comes down to how much you love her! Are you willing to stick it out and get through this, or do you not love her enough to keep going?"

"Lucy–"

"You once told me you'd marry her," Harley said harshly and I nearly gave away my position by accidentally bumping into the door. Luckily, they both dismissed the noise. "Are you telling me that you were just full of shit back then?"

"No, I'm saying things have changed!" Scorpius said back. "I used to only be able to see the bad stuff about her, the stuff that made me hate her guts and want to throw her out a window. Then eventually, I sort of got to see the good stuff about her too and up until now, the good has outweighed the bad. But it's just gone back and I can't remember why I fell in love with her in the first place!"

"Look," Harley gave a sighed. "I know this is difficult. But I can't help you here. You have to figure this out on your own. I'll be there for you if things go completely pear-shaped, but you have to do something about it and you have to do it now. You just have to answer one question," I glanced through the crack and found myself mirroring the anxious look on Scorpius's face, like he didn't want to hear it. "Do you love her enough to stay?"

She left that hanging for a moment in which I tried to calm my beating heart and Scorpius gaped at her. Then she gave a satisfied sort of sound and turned to join the rest of the party. Unfortunately, someone in the lounge had started up a long conga line, which had cut across Harley's path. Being pushed back, she accidentally slammed into the kitchen door, not only squashing me, but smashing my nose and causing me to scream,

"OUCH, SHIT! Holy bloody HELL!"

The door was flung back and I saw Scorpius and Harley staring at me behind the door. I clutched at my now throbbing nose and tried to frantically come up with something that could get me out of this.

"… oh! Is this the kitchen?" I found myself saying. "What d'you know? Clearly there's no bathroom behind the kitchen door, whoops! Sorry, I'll be off now, toodle pip!"

What the hell is wrong with me?


"Rose!" Scorpius yelled after me, but I tore through the crowd, around the conga line and leaping straight over Libby's sofa.

"Hey, Rosie–!" someone called, but I didn't wait to see who it was. I dashed into Libby's thankfully empty bathroom and slammed the door. There was no way I could talk myself out of this, was there? I mean seriously, is this the kitchen? James would be so ashamed of me for coming up with such a pathetic excuse! Maybe I really should have taken up those How to Lie 101 lessons he once offered me. I mean, I thought it was a bit un-moral at the time, but now I'm seriously regretting it!

"Rosie! Open the bloody door, would you?!"

Yep, regretting it.

Since the bathroom window was most unfortunately too small for me to escape through and I didn't have my wand to engorge it, I moved away from the door and let Scorpius come barrelling through, almost tumbling into the bathroom. Someone out in the corridor asked, "Hey, um, you going to be long–?" but Scorpius had already slammed the door in his face.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" he yelled at me.

"Don't worry, I've been asking myself that." I said, folding my arms.

Scorpius gave an exasperated groan. "Seriously, Rose? Hiding behind a door just to overhear what I was saying?"

"Well, how else am I supposed to hear?!" I cried. "You don't say anything to my face!"

"And you wonder why!" Scorpius gave a humourless laugh. "I'm surprised you even came tonight! I thought you'd be sleeping at your precious hospital! Do you not even realise what you're doing?"

"The hell?! What I'm doing?! You're the one–"

"No, YOU'RE the one, Rose!" Scorpius yelled over me, hands gripping his hair. "You spend all your time at bloody work! It's all you ever do! I get that you're trying to make it as a full Healer and it's hard, but you come home and you don't even say hello! You moan a bit, fall into bed and expect me to bring you a cup of tea in the morning! Remember Christmas Eve?"

"What about Christmas Eve?!" I yelled, disbelieving that I was hearing this.

"You completely acted like I didn't exist!" Scorpius roared. "I was supposed to walk you home that shift, remember? Or were you so busy studying that you forgot?" I didn't answer him. I remembered receiving an owl from him, but I'd discarded it in my hurry to buy presents. "Yeah, that's what I thought," he said, darkly. "I sent an owl to remind you, but you ignore that. I turn up at the hospital only to be told that you'd already left! I get home to find you throwing on my clothes and running out the bloody door! Did you not even stop and think about how I might have felt?!"

"I was buying your Christmas present!" I said, hotly. "I figured you'd understand!"

"I might have done, if it hadn't been the fifth year in a row that you'd done it!" Scorpius snapped back. "You just don't think half the time, Rose! I know you're a Ravenclaw and that your brain works differently to mine, but I always thought that the people you cared about would stay in that head of yours! Not fly out completely when things aren't going according to plan!"

"Don't you dare say that," I practically snarled at him. He shot me a look, but I was beyond caring now. "The people I care about always come first in my life. How dare you think otherwise? Do you actually think that little of me?"

Whoever was out in the corridor had apparently been joined by others now, since I heard Toby's voice call, "Oi! We need to pee out here!" Scorpius and I both completely ignored him.

"Oh, come on–" Scorpius was saying.

"No!" I cried. "I'm not going to 'come on' and cave to your little tantrum! My job is important to me, you know that–"

"Trust me, I know how bloody important it is." he said, scathingly.

I nearly snapped and strangled him on the spot, but I thankfully restrained myself. "–but I'm not going to just stop working because my boyfriend is getting pissed off that he can't see me all the time!" I carried on like he hadn't spoken. "I mean, a simple way to solve it would be to live together, but you won't even talk about that, will you?"

"The hell? You're bringing this up now?"

"Yes! Because it's making me rip my bloody hair out!" I yelled. "Seriously, I know we've never exactly been the poster couple for 'normal' relationships, but this is just getting bloody ridiculous! We never talk about anything remotely serious!"

"That's not true," Scorpius pointed an accusing finger at me. "We've talked about the future and stuff!"

"And how long ago was that?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. When he had to stop and think, he proved my point. "See? You can't even remember! Who's to say nothing's changed? I mean hell, back then, we were talking about marriage and kids, but now you won't even consider the idea of moving two doors down from where you're currently living! For god's sake, our relationship is exactly the same to how it was six bloody years ago!"

"I'm not listening to this." Scorpius snapped, striding for the door. Unfortunately for him, I had been waiting for this point, since this had been where all our previous fights had ended, when he walked out and slammed the door in my face. Well, not this time, mate! He only just managed to open the door by an inch, revealing several desperate faces in the corridor outside, but I surged forward and slammed it shut again. Toby yelled, "OI!" but I turned to face Scorpius.

"No," I hissed. "You are not walking out on me again. You're going to stay here and you're going to talk to me!"

"Gee, and you wonder why some people find you intimidating." Scorpius muttered. However, another glare from me made him give up, angrily stalking away from the door. I made sure the door was locked once more before leaning against it.

"So come on," I said. "Why do you shut yourself off whenever I try to bring up the topic?"

"Look, just leave it, Rose."

"No!" I said. "I'm sick of 'just leaving it'," My impression of his voice was probably horrendously bad and at another point in time, we might have simply laughed at it. Now … "Does the thought of living with me honestly scare you that much?"

"Yes!" Scorpius suddenly blurted out and my eyes widened. I never actually thought he was scared. "Look, Rose, the idea of living together thrills me and also terrifies me! We could never get away from each other! We constantly fight and at least when we have our own flats, we can separate, get a chance to cool off! We couldn't do that if we lived together and I never wanted us to become … well, this!" He gestured vaguely with a hand between us. Outside, several people banged on the door, Toby yelling, "We're busting, guys, c'mon!"

"Well, too late for that, mate."

"Yeah, and whose fault is that?"

"It's not mine!" I cried and Scorpius just gave an exasperated scoff. "The hell, Scorpius? You're the one who's been shutting me out, never speaking to me, pretending that nothing's wrong and suffering through every day because he's too scared to do a bloody thing about it!"

"At least I care about our relationship!"

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

Scorpius just rolled his eyes, like he hadn'tjust completely insulted me. "You don't make any effort at all, I'm the one who has to fit into your life around your crazy work schedule and you don't do anything to try and make it better! You're slowly driving me insane, Rose Weasley!" he yelled. "I thought that the fighting was normal for us, but we were wrong, this will never be normal! Not with you carrying on like this!"

"Me?!" I shrieked. "You need to pull your bloody head out of your arse–"

"Damn charmer, aren't you?"

"God, I really hate you, Scorpius!" I yelled, gripping my own hair. When I realised what I was doing, however, I quickly pulled back. Scorpius knew exactly where I had gotten that habit from. "You're just an arrogant bastard and you always will be!"

"ROSE!"

"WELL, YOU ARE!"

"Mate, c'mon, we're slowly dying out here!" Toby called from the corridor.

"SHUT UP!" Scorpius and I both screamed at the door at the same time. That made the angry banging die down for the moment. In the brief silence, I felt my head ringing from all the yelling.

"Look, I can't freaking do this anymore," I snarled. "This is over, I'm leaving."

"What?" Scorpius had said, but I was already wrenching open the door and storming through the huge crowd that had gathered outside it. "FINALLY!" Toby yelled and he shoved several others out of the way, practically throwing Scorpius out to slam the door shut. I didn't even wait to see if he was following me or not, I just kept blindly walking until I reached Libby's front door and stormed out into the hallway. I left the pounding music behind as I practically ran all the way to my flat, throwing myself against the door once I had slammed it shut, closing my eyes and resting my head against the wood.

Had that actually just happened? My head was starting to hurt, making it hard to think. I considered my words and I knew that they could have been taken several ways. I'm leaving. I wasn't even completely sure I knew which way I wanted them to be taken.

Deep down, I admitted that this had to happen. The screaming was doing my head in and I just couldn't keep going on like that. But it took everything I had to stop the prickling behind my eyes.

"ROSE!"

There came a sudden thump against the door and lots of loud banging. "ROSIE! ROSE, OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR!"

"No!" I yelled back through the wood.

"You can't be serious!" Scorpius yelled. "It's over? Did you honestly just break up with me?"

"Yes!" I cried. And I knew it this time. "Consider yourself officially dumped, because I'm not doing it anymore!"

"I–" Scorpius's voice seemed to falter for a second. Then, it was back with a vengeance. "FINE! I was going to dump you anyway!"

"Brilliant! Now you don't have to! Now PISS OFF!"

For a while, there was no sound and I realised that he must have actually left. Holy crap … I'm single. For the first time since I was sixteen, I'm single. And it just hit me that I was never going to be close to Scorpius again. Still leaning against the door, my chest ached at the thought of never kissing him again … never sharing the same bed, or cuddling on the sofa watching one of Al's ridiculous Muggle films, or feeling his skin against mine …

"Oh, shit, Scorpius …" I muttered and I didn't even realise I'd said his name out loud until I heard his muffled voice from the other side of the door answer,

"Rose?"

Against my better judgement I'm sure, I opened the door to find him still standing there, a look of utter desperation on his face. It hurt so much to see him like that, but I wouldn't take back what I said. It was like he'd just had the same realisations as me and didn't know what to do about it. I stared at him for a second before coughing awkwardly.

"But, well …" I continued from my last statement. "… any chance we could break up in, like, thirty minutes?"

Scorpius's eyes said nothing but hunger. "Make it an hour." he said. Then, he kicked the door shut behind him as he rushed inside. He grabbed me around the waist and kissed me fiercely.

Conclusion to our last night:

-We were nothing short of desperate. Desperate to be with each other one last time, desperate to feel each other …

Ahem. Anyway. Our last hour together had basically consisted of frantic hands ripping off clothing, throwing him back onto the sofa after making sure the front door was locked, because like hell was I waiting until we could get to my room, and kissing desperately, wrapped together like it was actually possible that we could never let go.

-Later, after we'd eventually made it to my bedroom, I had muttered, "I love you," into his hair. I'm not sure if he heard.

-Him leaving was one of the hardest things I'd ever had to watch. After the painstaking task of actually finding where we'd thrown his clothes, he hadn't said a word as he walked out the door.

-I didn't start crying until I had thrown on my oldest pair of pyjamas and had a bottle of wine in my hand.

Rose: 14, Scorpius: 16.

(I might have done the breaking up, but I still lost).


A/N: I ... geez. I don't even know what to say to this. I'll admit it, I was completely afraid to post this chapter.

I know you must all hate this. I hate this. But to be honest, Rose and Scorpius were always going to break up at some point. They've only ever seriously been with each other and it's in my opinion that in order to be sure that they truly love each other, they have to try being apart, even if it's not exactly willingly. Look on the positive side ... there is now lots of potential for hot jealousy!

Have faith. I hope you understand.

Also, if I do not answer any reviews straight away, it will (probably) not be because I'm scared of what you all have to say, it'll be because I'm moving cities tomorrow and won't have internet at my new flat for a few days.

No matter what happens, I hope you all liked it. I'll appreciate anything you have to say.

Until next time -

- Moon. :D