Notes

A/N- I'm finished, have a little epilogue to an on the end, but tadaaa, I hope you enjoy it.

Thanks for reading and reviewing.

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DISCLAIMER – JKR owns everything, and the idea is from cecelia ahern.


Rosie threw on a jacket and legged it down the hill towards Hogsmeade it wasn't until she hit the cobbled streets that she realized she was still wearing her pyjamas bottoms, definitely not her sexiest pair, lurid green with racing stripes down the side, they clashed horribly with her hair. She caught herself reflected in a shop window, she had imagined this moment secretly for so long, but in her head she visualized herself about six inches taller, and about ten pounds lighter not to mention she'd be wearing something that wasn't pyjamas bottoms and a manky old Quidditch hoody. Her outfit didn't exactly scream sexual desire but Rosie knew that if she went back now that would be it, she'd never say what she needed to say, and she'd spend the rest of her life thinking about what might have been. Avoiding her reflection she turned on the spot leaving the sleepy morning air of Hogsmeade and arriving in busy capital. It appeared to Rosie that a dischevelled pyjama clad woman standing in the middle of a busy London street should be a strange and rare sight, but not to the hard-core Muggle Londoners they saw this and worse everyday.

'Name please.' The mannequin in the window came to life.

'Rose Weasley.'

'Please state your reason for visiting.' Good question. Rose thought about telling the empty eyes of the mannequin the truth, that she was here to tell her best friend of thirty years that she loved him and would like nothing better than to take him round back and ravish him senseless.

'I'm here to see Scorpius Malfoy.' Rose lent into the glass feeling the nervous bile rise up her throat.

'Enter.'

Rosie stepped through the glass into the unusually quiet waiting room, she knew where to go having made the trip so many times, as she climbed the stairs Rosie mentally planned the quickest escape. If things went wrong she would need to get back to the safety Hogwarts as fast as possible.

"Healer Scorpius Malfoy" Rosie reached a familiar door and knocked gently twice.

No answer.

Rosie poked her head round the door. The office was empty…

'Shit.' What now? Rosie left the hospital, parked herself on a nearby bench, bought a bacon sandwich, ate half of it, thought seriously about going back to Hogwarts, ate the other half and apparated to Muswell hill.


'Rosie?'

'Scorpius!' shit shit shit. She hadn't counted on practically apparating on top of him!

'Nice Jammies! Are you stalking me?' He grinned, Rosie grimaced back, his smile faltered. 'Has something happened? Is it Jethro?'

'No, everyone's fine… What are doing here?'

'I live here Rosie.' Scorpius spoke like he would to a child, 'remember, that house over there,' he motioned to his left, 'green front door.'

'But why weren't you at work?'

'Why? It's my day off, I've just dropped Alfie at school,' He took a step towards her his arms outstretched, Rose recoiled taking a step away from him 'Rosie, what's going on?'

'I just needed to talk to someone…to you actually.'

'Do you want to come in? Or shall we go for a walk?'

'Yeah,' said Rosie realizing that that wasn't actually an answer added 'a walk would be lovely.'

The pair headed across a little patch of green, it was complete empty except a lone lycra-clad jogger, a set of swings rocked silently in the breeze, they headed towards a small row of shops neither of them saying a word, both waiting for the other say the first word.

'I came across something last night, a letter…and I don't know what to do with it.' Rosie had a forced calm in her voice despite that fact that her insides were currently doing the hokey cokey.

'I see.' Scorpius was facing Rosie now, and she thought it extremely unfair that men aged better than women, here he was nearing forty with only a few flecks of grey on his temples, laugher lines around his eyes that he'd probably blame on her, and the beginnings of a very small gut but, to Rosie, he was the most attractive he'd ever been. 'Care to expand on that, my crystal ball's in my other bag.' He smiled.

'Well, it's quite old news now, but I'm a bit behind you see and I don't know what to do. If I bring up the letter, the person in question might have changed their mind and then I'll lose them forever because it'll probably make things difficult...' Rosie was aware that she'd started wittering but she had to finish what she came to say, 'but if I don't say something I know I'll drive myself mental wondering about what might have been…'

'-Rosie, what are you talking about? What's Ivy done? You're not making any sense today.'

'It's not Ivy. It's you. You sent me a letter just before I married Dave only I never got it, Dave found it, he kept the letter, he kept the secret. I only got it last night and I know it was eons ago when I wasn't quite so old and didn't have quite such a large bottom…So I'm giving you the same choice you gave me all those years ago, you can walk away from me now, I'll know you no longer feel that way, fair enough, we'll give it a few weeks then try to patch up our friendship or…' Rosie stalled, stealing a glance upwards.

'Or what?' Scorpius surveyed her in the morning light, Autumn was just starting to peak through, the wind had slight chill to it and the fallen leaves made that satisfying crunch when stepped on.

'Or you tell me I'm the one and we try to start what we should have begun all those years ago.' The pair had unknowingly stopped walking and stood facing each other. The jogger puffed past them.

'Coffee?'

'Pardon?'

'Do you want to get a coffee? This place does an amazing fry up too.' Scorpius gestured to a café called the greasy spoon, she nodded, a little confused and they sat down outside at a little table. A gangly waitress approached them with menus and hovered distractedly while they decided. 'Shall we get two big breakfasts? I quite want some extra toast with mine, how about you?' What was going on? This was worse than if he'd just walked away like she'd said, was he going to put her through this complete torture and expect her to act along with him as though nothing had happened? They were going to both eat, and discuss the weather until they'd run out of things to say then he'd check his watch and make an excuse to leave and she'd agree saying she had to get back to work, and that'd be it. Friendship over, no big dramatic scene, just act as though everything was fine, casually ignore the situation, then just slink off. Never mention the conversation again and forget the other person exists…How very bloody English! Rosie got lost in thought for a moment and found herself agreeing to extra toast! She wasn't even hungry and she knew for a fact that if she even tried to swallow the greasy mess in front of her plus the extra flipping toast it would end up in her lap.

Scorpius ate and slurped his coffee as Rosie sat stationary and watched the world go by…

A tired looking man with a baby strapped to his chest, his hand cupped protectively around a tiny white woollen hat…A pretty twenty-something cycled past her wicker basket filled with flowers and two loose plaits flowing behind her…An elderly man relieved his wife of a her shopping bag and took her hand in his…The teenagers having a sneaky fag down the alleyway…A woman, a table over, was reading the paper and drinking coffee from a plastic cup, her chin resting gently on the back of her hand, her eyes flicking from left to right, the man next to her bent over gently kissing the back of her neck. It was such an intimate gesture in such a public place.

'Scorpius.' She breathed gently across the table.

'Yeeesh.' Scorpius managed through a mouthful of scrambled egg.

'What are we doing?'

'Eating…well I am, you've let yours go cold.'

'Listen, if you don't feel that way anymore can you just say it, I'm a big girl I can take it. Just say what you feel…it's fine.'

'You're the one Rosie.' Scorpius said setting down his knife and fork, 'I love you, and even though we've both cocked it up before, someone has to get it right eventually. Why can't it be us? Let's start now where we should have started all those years ago…a date.'

Rosie didn't know whether it was the Autumn air, the intense love or pure anger she was feeling towards Scorpius but it made her feel for the first time in her life she felt like she was actually in control of what happened next.

'Let's go.'

'Where?'

'Your place.'


Her hair was spread out across his pillow. His pillow, Rose Weasley was in his bed, Rose Weasley was in his bed naked. He'd stroked her bare flesh, kissed the freckles on her shoulders and the birthmark on her lower back, he had touched her every part of her body and loved every morsel of her.

Scorpius could smell her hair, a mixture of soap and sweat, he rubbed strands of it through his fingers and lay it delicately back with the others on his pillow. He maneuvered his body on to its side and gazed at her, the girl he'd called "frizz head" for so many years, her eyes were closed, her lip parted slightly expelling small puff of air with every breathe.

'I'm in bed with Rose Weasley.' He muttered softly to himself, Rosie stirred, eyes blinking in the sunlight she pulled the duvet up to her nose.

'Hi.' She squeaked, blushing beneath the duvet.

'This is a turn up for the books isn't it?' Scorpius grinned down at Rose, 'I offer to take you out on a proper date and instead you drag me back here for sex.'

'I know, I've wanted to do that since I was fifteen and I couldn't wait any longer.' Rosie brought her hand to her mouth and blushed feverishly.

'You filthy cow!' Scorpius grinned again 'And I thought you were such a nice well brought up girl.'

'I was, I was a respectable lady, I have no idea what happened to me.'

'Well we have three hours till I have to pick Alfie up, fancy showing me how "respectable" you are?'

She gripped his arm and moved her lips to his. Scorpius couldn't believe they had waited so long to do this, this is what his lips were made for. They were made for kissing Rose Weasley.


THE BEGINNING...