Year 2025
Scorpius Malfoy sat outside on the grass at Malfoy Manor. He didn't pay much attention to the way it was a bit breezy, yes, maybe if it got any cooler he'd have to take his son inside, not wanting him to catch a cold, He's two years old, what's the harm? He thought and he mulled over the lecture and lectures he'd received and was still receiving from his mother about keeping Caelum warm, but on such a nice day, there was no way he could spend it inside even if a bit chilly.
Scorpius decided to crawl over to his ever growing son when Caelum was threatening to put grass in his mouth. Scorpius did however have second thoughts about the crawling on the grass as he was wearing light coloured jeans, yet since he had been looking after Caelum, he knew there was nothing that could prevent things from staining and there was also the stuff that Muggles used to remove stains. Stain remover, he remembered.
He got to his son on all fours and immediately Caelum's bright blue eyes shined and he giggled at the silly way his father was crawling towards him. Regardless of the current distractions, Caelum still placed the grass in his mouth and managed to pick up Scorpius' wand off the ground where it had fallen out of his pocket. "Wand!" he said and he also putting it in his mouth.
"Oh you like to do that don't you Buddy," Scorpius said while snatching the wand quickly out of his son's hand and shoving it deep back into his pocket. "You're always putting bloody things in your mouth."
"Bla-dey put it down!" Caelum said seriously to his father. Scorpius laughed and shook his head.
"Your mother isn't going to like that," He said to his son, earning a confused look.
Scorpius listened to the breeze thicken and thought that maybe it would rain soon, even with these thoughts he didn't want to go inside.
Instead he took his son into his arms and started tickling him, his son chuckling and gurgling with excitement. After this he stood his son up on his feet, he instantly regretted it as Caelum took off on a running spree but he let him free.
Scorpius looked from his son to his watch and back, she's late, he thought. He knew he didn't have the right to get angry about this; Rose Weasley was only two minutes late, but even then it was winding him up.
He knew exactly what she'd say, how it's far too cold for Caelum to be outside, how he should maybe put an extra jersey on him, when was the last time he fed him? What time did he settle down for bed? When is he due for his next nap?
All these thoughts made Scorpius smile as well as cringe. How he couldn't wait to see her. As the thoughts of her flowed through his mind he didn't realize how truly cold it was, how winter was nearing and you could tell by the way the trees bent and withered. How could he instantly feel as though he's in the middle of summer when it was truly autumn?
Only Rose Weasley could and would do that to him.
A grin spread on his face just in time. As his thoughts flowed and spilt on the green grass of Malfoy Manor so did Rose Weasley.
She dropped herself down on the grass next to Scorpius so fast he wondered if she had actually hurt herself in the process.
He shook his head quickly as he took in what she was wearing, only Rose Weasley would wear a green woollen knitted hat with red stripes and her hair out on a windy day like today, and as he watched her, her hair flew every which way and into her lip gloss that shone on her over glossed lips.
Her jeans, tattered and torn showed a bit too much skin for a mother, but that was her and her t-shirt that was grey and over-sized, fell mid-thigh and looked strangely familiar.
Scorpius had wondered for ages where his shirt had gone.
Rose put her hand on Scorpius' knee and watched her son, it had been a whole two days since she had seen Caelum and she couldn't believe the aching in her heart as she tried to go those days without him. Sure, people had tempted her with a night out and dinner, maybe even a movie and quality time with her friends but all of those things didn't cut it when she was actually doing them. She was far too worried about what Caelum was doing or if he had gone to bed.
If they had dressed him up warm enough during these cold few days.
Luckily she could see that Caelum was dressed appropriately if not maybe a bit too rugged up and she could tell he was struggling to bend down and pick things off the ground because he was dressed so heavily it was obviously a bit of a struggle to do things.
Caelum picked some grass out of the ground and looked at his parents as if waiting for them to say something. "No! No Caelum," Rose said sternly.
His eyes widened just like Rose's fathers would, and in the exact same shade, yet he still moved the tiny fist and its grass towards his mouth, Scorpius chuckled and Rose shook her head. "No Caelum, yucky," she said but his fist moved to his mouth and put the grass in.
Rose sighed and stood up to chase her son and catch him. She forced open his mouth and pulled the grass out. "Yucky!" she told him.
Caelum was put down on the grass and held his arms up towards his mother. "Ma! Ma! Bla-dey up!" he said as he opened and closed his hands, wanting Rose to pick him up. She picked him up and noticed that he was getting heavier.
She shot a glare at Scorpius, knowing full well their son would have learnt that language from him. "He picked that up from you! He's only just learning to speak and he picks up swear words!" she said with a stern look on her face. He didn't say anything back.
Once again sitting down next to Scorpius her son wiggled to be let free so she released him, just to have him scurrying away again. "Have fun?" he asked her.
She shrugged. "Would have been better if I was here," she said quietly.
Scorpius' heart jerked at this comment and he begged himself not to take it too seriously.
Rose took her hat off and shook her hair out, letting the smell of her hair and skin mix all too kindly with the smell of the forest at Malfoy Manor, slowly churning in Scorpius' mind.
Rose knew that it was a bit dangerous to stay here for long, she wanted to go home, No I need to go home, she thought.
She looked down between her crossed legs, Scorpius did what he felt was right and lifted her chin, brushed the curls out of her eyes. "I wish you would stay," he whispered.
And as he muttered his incoherent words another battle began in his mind. "You're lying."
He gave a soft laugh without any traces of humour. "I lie but I never lie to you."
Rose always gave in to the only weak part of her heart, she always prided herself on not being weak, but when it came to him? She was like a sand castle, a mere wave could cause it to crumble and fall.
Scorpius whispered things that he couldn't take back; knowing that a person could damage his pride and all other things that a Malfoy holds dear crushed him from the inside out, admitting his feelings would never cause any good.
"I love you," she said and her eyes were pleading.
Scorpius frowned and knitted his eyes together, watching Caelum add more grass to his mouth. "And I love you too fucking much."
And they held hands in the growing breeze, and if a storm was to brew or the trees were to fall they wouldn't move for they had something that no one could break.
And with them knowing that, it scared them.
Preview for the Prologue of "The Rough Times Of Rose Genevra Jean Weasley"
And it's not that that's hurting my brain, sure it's a big part of it, you know, the whole I'm-too-young-to-be-married-so-I-don't-know-what-to-do thing, but the fact that I'm sitting here with my hand out with said stupid wedding brick attached to my ring finger and in my other hand is a note.
Telling me that I have to decide if it's a yes or a no before we leave for Christmas tomorrow.
Fucking help me.
So that was a brief look into Rose and Scorpius' future... 2025 to be exact. Maaaah, so people might be like "Oh No! Did they break up?" well you won't find out unless you read the next story!
Look in my story list and find my new story "The Rough Times of One Rose Genevra Jean Weasley" and read the rest of the prologue.
Chapter one for this story won't be up until the 27th of July 2011 as I'm going to Australia. Once I'm back, I'll be updating regularly just like always.
One more thing. On the 13th I will be going to see Deathly Hallows part 2 and I'd just like to randomly share a story with you… In the winter of 2000 I was sick with the flu and went to stay with my great-great grandmother out on her farm as my parents were busy with work, I was eight, nearly nine. Because English is my second language, she had always insisted that I learn how to speak and read it. At the time I could speak it, but couldn't read it properly. While I was sick she left me at her house and travelled all the way into the city to buy me something English for me to read back to her while I stayed with her. She bought me Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone. Of course I fell in love with it.
On the first day of spring, 2007 she passed away age 97, so we couldn't be sad. She had a long and happy life. Anyways, the bright side of the story is ever since that day back in 2000, she had brought me every Harry Potter book as soon as they were released and would make me read them to her, every time commenting on how good I could read English. The last thing she ever brought was the Deathly Hallows, and I never got to read it to her. She did however leave me a note saying that as soon as my son was old enough to understand it, I had to read it to him.
I'm looking forward to that day.
Enough now! I'll let you all go.
I hope you liked this story, now off to the sequel!
-Cara
