Hi there everyone! Thank you to everyone who reviewed last chapter, especially those sending their best wishes to me. I am fine now, though for the past few weeks I've been in a rut because I was still so overwhelmed by the incident. I'm glad to be back on track now.

I have broken the wedding stuff into two chapters, because I realised it was extremely long and worked better as two. This part helps more to tie up loose ends before the ceremony, the second part will go up in the next day or two! Enjoy!

REHEARSAL DAY

SCORP'S POV

"Come on Tares, go that way!"

"Who's idea was it to make a one-year-old the ring bearer?"

We all watched patiently as possible as Albus Potter tried to coax Antares down the extremely lengthy aisle. Being the pure soul that he is, Tares was getting distracted by every floral decoration on every pew as he fumble down the line, pausing at each one to sniff them and squeeze the delicate ornaments until he decided to step towards the next victims.

Here we all were - the wedding party, that is, and a few extra family members who saw fit that they attend - the day before the wedding, trying to rehearse for the big event. I say trying, because we weren't even past the point of the ring bearer walking down the aisle.

I stood up at the end of the aisle with Brian, Taylah and Dom, while Rose was still stuck at the beginning of the aisle with Ron. All of us stared at my groomsman Albus as he crouched on all fours in front of Tares midway down the aisle, somewhat imitating a dog as he tried to show my son where to walk.

"That would be Albus' brilliant plan," James snorted from his seat in the second row.

"Honestly Al, maybe we should just get you to carry the rings?"

"I'm not doing that! Besides, he looks so cute!" Al exclaimed, still on the ground.

Albus had suggested this idea months ago, selling it quite easily by showing us how handsome Tares would look in a little suit and how everyone would swoon over our son being in our wedding party. We agreed automatically, forgetting that walking down the aisle carrying a pillow in front of what would be nearly 300 guests was a very hard task for a young toddler.

"If he could walk down the aisle without getting distracted he'd be cute!" Brian snorted.

"He's doing a better job than you," Dom sneered at my friend from across the alter. Things were still pretty rocky between those two.

"Hey, he's cute regardless!" I quickly added in defence. "Here, let me help. Come here buddy."

Crouching down to my knees - not on all fours like a certain idiot - I held my arms out wide and called for Antares to walk to me. Seeing me at the end of the rows, Antares smiled widely and began running down the aisle, giggling excitedly until he fell into my arms triumphantly. Unfortunately, he'd left the ring cushion on the ground with Albus.

"Well we can't have it be this messy tomorrow," Hermione sighed. "Albus, since this was your brilliant idea, you're walking Antares down the aisle."

"Huh?"

"You'll walk with him and if he begins to stray or leave things behind, you'll sort it out. Sounds good?"

Albus broke into a large, excited smile, "Sweet."

"Try not to wet you pants over it sweetie," Hermione smiled, though she seemed slightly concerned with her nephew. "Padma, are you happy to continue now?"

Padma Patil, one of Hermione's school friends, was our celebrant. She seemed to be handling the chaos with a lot more patience then the rest of us. Waiting for Albus to walk back up the aisle, she announced, "Right, now Ron will walk through with Rose. When you're ready!"

Rose and her father walked slowly together, arms linked. Can I admit my stomach was doing backflips when I saw Rose walking down the aisle? Even though she was wearing black skinny jeans and a purple singlet, far from wedding attire, I still felt like we were about to marry in that moment. And that feeling alone was amazing.

When they finally reached the end of the line, Padma directed us, "And now Ron, you will let Scorpius take Rose's hand and take a seat next to your wife."

"Right," Ron nodded before looking me dead in the eyes, "Here is Rose."

"Thank you," I said just as quickly, taking Rose's hands out of her father's rather robotically and walking her up to our position in front of Padma.

"No need to present her like an object Ronald," Hermione spoke not-so-quietly to her husband as he took his seat. "Please don't say that again tomorrow."

"Sorry Mione, I didn't know what else to say!"

The rehearsal carried on, with Parma giving us excellent advice and guidance through the ordeal. She seemed to be keeping Rose's nerves down too, which was a huge bonus as she had been worrying for months prior. There were times when I truly was afraid that I would be marrying Bridezilla, but things had seemed to turn around since then.

"So then you two will say your vows to each other. Do you want to practise them now?"

Rose shook her head quickly, "No."

"No," I reiterated with a knowing nod. Rose and I had promised each other we wouldn't reveal our vows to each other until the big day.

Padma nodded knowingly and continued, "Okay, so in this moment we ask the ring bearer - or Albus if necessary - to bring forth the rings. Then you'll both exchange rings and I will pronounce you as husband and wife."

"I get to kiss her then don't I?" I asked.

"Yes you do."

I smirked as an idea crossed my mind, "Can we practise that?"

Padma chuckled, as did some of our family members in their seats, "If you think you need the practise mister Malfoy-"

"-I do," I smirked at Rose before I pulled her into a kiss.

I held Rose firmly around the waist and her arms involuntarily moved to sit around my neck. Like always, her lips made my body

Leaning into each other, we let the kiss continue for a moment longer than necessary. It was all for a practise, after all.

"Easy there, I don't think you need to go that far," Ron said hastily, rising from his seat.

"Sit down Ron!" Hermione ordered, "It's their wedding they can kiss how they bloody like!"

I pulled away from Rose, both of us grinning widely before I said, "Okay Ron, we're done practising."

"Thank bloody Merlin," he grumbled.

"And with that," Padma redirect the chaos once more, "You will walk hand in hand down the aisle together, with your wedding party filtering out after you."

We all filed off of the alter and into the walkway where Rose and I walked hand in hand, the wedding jitters becoming more and more real with every step we took as a rehearsing husband and wife. Our dreamlike haze was wipe clean quite quickly though, by some choice words behind us.

"Let me go first, asshole."

I turned around in time to see Dominique Weasley virtually hip to hip with Brian at the start of the seating before they jumped apart. It was obvious they had both attempted to leave at the same time because they appeared to be at a standstill, deciding who should leave first.

Hermione half groaned, half sighed, "Dom, please don't swear."

Dom blew up, her arms waving around as she yelled angrily, "What? He's meant to let me leave the alter first and he's being an asshole and blocking me!"

"Can't you just walk together?"

"We don't walk in together so we're sure as hell not walking out together!" Dom huffed.

Brian rolled his eyes before he took his own dig at his ex, "Well if you weren't so bloody slow and just got on with it we wouldn't have a problem."

Dom turned away from Hermione and back to face Brian with narrowed eyes, though this time a smirk played on her face. "That's funny, I think I've said that to you before!"

Her comment saw James let out a booming laugh which he tried desperately to cover up before Taylah could walk over and swat him. Holding Alex up defensively, he managed to avoid injury, though the smirk did not leave his face throughout the whole ordeal.

With a loud sigh, Rose unlocked her hand from mine and walked back down the aisle. "Guys, please keep it together. You've only got 48 hours of feigning friendship to go and you can stop pretending okay?"

"We're not pretending, we're perfectly fine with each other aren't we sweetie?" Brian smirked and pulled Dom into a tight hug. Man, he sure had some balls on him.

Throwing him off of her, Dom spoke lowly, "Do not call me sweetie!"

"Sorry, sweetie."

And with that ballsy comment, Dom let out a frustrated shriek and pulled her wand out from her back pocket. Her wand fumed with fiery sparks that matched the fire in her eyes. She spoke lowly and dangerously, "I told you… do not… call me… SWEETIE."

"Al, confiscate her wand will you?" Rose pleaded.

Al quickly shook his head, directing our view to our child in his arms, "No can do, plus she scares the shit out of me. James?"

"What are you going to do about it, darling?" Brian continued to poke the dragon.

Quicker than most of us could think, Dom sent an Instant Scalping Hex sailing directly into Brian's face. Within the blink of an eye, Brian's wavy, fawn coloured hair disappeared, leaving him with a shiny bald head for all to gawk at. Reaching up to feel his lack of hair, Brian first paled, then the redness crept onto his face as his anger skyrocketed.

"Why the fuck did you do that? Change it back now!"

"No."

"Dominique Weasley fix my fucking hair!"

"Don't push me or I'll make sure it never comes back," Dom held out her wand threateningly.

After passing baby Alex over to Taylah, James walked over cautiously to the enraged woman as the rest of us couldn't move due to our complete shock. Brian was an ugly bald man, honestly. "Okay, hand it over missy, we aren't having any injuries before Rose and Scorp are married tomorrow."

James pried the wand from Dom's hand while Brian continued fretting. Hermione thankfully stepped in to perform a hair re-growth charm on my poor bald friend, who seemed like he was ready to puke across the floor. She muttered something about the hair needing time to grow overnight, but most of us were too distracted by the exposed skin on the best man's head to really listen. Honestly, it would've been hilarious, that is if it wasn't jeopardising the peace of my wedding.

"What about after the wedding?" Dom asked James hopefully while he tucked her wand away in his pocket.

James smirked mischievously and muttered, "Oh I really don't care what you do to him once this wedding is over."

"What?" Brian gasped while Hermione had hold of his head.

Dom grinned evilly, turning to look Brian up and down. "Excellent."

REHEARSAL DINNER

The rehearsal dinner had gone through with little drama, thankfully. We'd practised entering the marquee, dancing, the order of speeches, when to cut the cake, throw the bouquet, and all the crazy things in between. Luckily Dom and Brian were seated at opposite ends of the bridal party table, keeping all of the drama at bay while we rehearsed.

Afterwards, our families all sat down for our actual dinner without the hassle of acting out the happenings of the night to come. We all sat on our arranged tables according to the reception, however we were all thankful to have gotten the rehearsal out of the way, especially with how hungry everyone seemed to be, the last thing we wanted was to pause to rehearse while food danced in front of us.

I had placed an charm on Rose's glass to automatically replace any alcohol poured into it with sparkling apple juice, to keep any nosy questions well away. Only I knew that each time Rose excused herself from the group, she was really dashing off to go vomit and each time she returned we'd carry on as if we weren't hiding a big secret from the family.

As dinner passed, most family members and friends left their seats and began mingling with others under the marquee. Desserts were served on platters, courtesy of my parents, and they floated around the crowd while we were all caught up in conversations.

As Rose and I stood with both our sets of parents, a platter of cookies floated past us, catching Ron's eye. Eagerly, Ron grabbed three cookies from the platter, stuffing his mouth with one quickly. It seemed to be just seconds before he popped the next one into his mouth, and by then our small group had all paused to watch his impressive yet disturbing cookie session.

Midway through chewing and with one raised in his hand, he announced, "I'll tell you what Astoria, these cookies really are delicious, I've never had anything like them. How do you make them?"

With a small shake of her head mum replied, "Oh I don't make those Ron."

Ron stopped mid-way through chewing his latest bite before slowly asking, "What?"

Mum tried to hide her smirk as she explained, "Draco bakes the cookies, not me, Ron."

"Yep, they're my creations, Ronald," Dad confirmed, a smug look evident on his face and his arms crossed over his chest casually.

Ron turned to face my father, his face taking on a look of total inner turmoil before he spluttered, "Y-you make these?"

"You've never had anything like them, did you say?" dad held a satisfied smirk, his eyebrow raised at my soon to be father-in-law who was still trying to swallow the large mouthful.

After forcing the cookie mush down his throat, Ron straightened himself out an shook his head. "N-no you misheard me. They're nothing special, really."

"Dad, you said the other day that they were the best cookies you'd ever had," Rose said matter-of-factly.

"Oh really?" dad grinned evilly, obviously satisfied with Ron's undoing.

Ron spluttered again, shooting a look of betrayal towards Rose. "I did not!"

"It's okay Ronald," dad spoke softly, putting a hand on Ron's shoulder, which he tried to shake off, "You're allowed to like them. They are the best."

With a pale face and a look of pain, Ron's eyes darted around our small group, looking for help, or maybe an escape. When he realised he had to face the reality of the situation, Ron let out a defeated sigh. Leaning a bit closer to Draco, he asked seriously, "H-how does a man like you, make something so appealing?"

Dad smirked again before saying seriously, "I'll never tell."

Hermione let out a little sigh, shaking her head in amazement. "I just can't believe that he prefers your cookies over mine. I thought mine were spectacular!"

"Try one mum, then you'll realise," Rose passed one to her mother.

After taking a bite, Hermione's eyes grew wide and she gasped, "Holy Merlin! I take it back, mine are nothing compared to this!"

"I'm great, I know."

Mum rolled her eyes at her egotistical husband, but still leant up to press a kiss to his cheek. Dad also exchanged a kiss, softly on mum's forehead before he moved his hand around her waist affectionately. I had always admired their love for each other, despite everything. Even when one was acting like a prat, the other always stood by them passionately. I couldn't help but smile when I realised Rose and I were the same.

"So Antares is in bed?" mum asked, saving Ronald from falling apart over a cookie any further.

I nodded, "Yep, sleeping soundly. I have Albus watching him inside."

Ron snorted, "That man is obsessed with babies."

Rose nodded, "Definitely. But if it means we get a free babysitter, he's allowed to be."

"I can't believe you two are getting married tomorrow," Hermione sighed happily, taking a hold of Ron's hand before continuing, "It seems like just yesterday you were born and now you're getting married."

"Geez mum, getting a bit emotional are you?"

I could see faint tears brimming in Hermione's eyes, which she blinked away quickly. "I'm allowed to be! You're my only daughter, and judging by Hugo's lack of interest in commitment, you may be my only child to get married!"

"Hermione love, are you forgetting how long it took me to confess my love for you? Hugo takes after me, he'll be fine."

"That's not really all that comforting Ron," Hermione said playfully to her husband, "Not all women are as patient and tolerant as me, he's probably already blown his chance by being thick."

With an audible gulp and a look of realisation and fear, Ron said quietly, "Merlin, I've got to go find that boy and help him."

"Why?"

"We need to save the Weasley name. It can't stop with me."

Dad snorted rather loudly at Ron's fretting. "I don't think you need to worry about the Weasley name dying off any time soon, Weasley."

Ignoring my father's dig, Ron darted from the group - but not before snagging one more cookie off of a platter - and made a start on finding his son. Sensing danger, Hermione took a deep breath and excused herself from the group, moving after her husband to lend her help as well. The rest of us chuckled at the pair as they left before Rose began another conversation.

"So, how long before my dad has a complete breakdown over this wedding?"

"Probably the second you are announced as Mrs Rose Malfoy," dad said honestly.

"Make sure there's a camera on him when the moment comes," Rose chuckled. "He's really only got himself to blame for this, he gave his blessing."

I smiled sheepishly, taking a hold of Rose's hand, "To be fair, I did ask him right before we gave him a grandchild. Probably a moment of weakness that he regrets now."

"Well you'll just have to give him another one to keep him distracted from his mistake, won't you?" mum joked.

"Wouldn't be a bad idea," I smirked at Rose, who was suddenly clawing my hand with a violent grip.

My parents thankfully didn't notice Rose's moment of panic, because they quickly said goodbye and went to speak other relatives, giving Rose and I a moment alone. Looking up at me, I quickly noticed Rose was trying to hold the most natural expression for the public, but shoot anger at me through her eyes. Her attempts were foiled though, because I quickly pulled her into a kiss, wrapping my hands around her so she couldn't look at me any longer.

"You're on thin ice with that topic," she warned playfully as she pulled away. I was relieved to see the anger had left her eyes.

"You love me, so it doesn't matter."

Not denying my last comment, and thankfully so, Rose smiled, "Still, I'd be careful if I was you - your mother can be pretty observant when she wants to be."

"But she loves me, so it doesn't matter."

I couldn't even hide my smirk at that point and neither could Rose, who decided just to exclaim, "Merlin, you're a sod!"

Getting one last cheeky line in before Rose was sure to beat me, I grinned and muttered, "But I'm your sod, so it doesn't matter."

ROSE'S POV

The night was coming to an end, with most of the older relatives retiring to bed around 10pm, it was just Scorp and myself, his parents and a handful of cousins and friends left under the marquee. The night air was fresh, but it was helping cool me down because unfortunately the pregnancy sickness had left me feeling constantly flushed.

I looked around the marquee, admiring the bud lights and delicate gold lanterns that floated towards the ceiling. Astoria had only put minimal decorations up tonight, claiming we weren't allowed to see the finished scenery until the following night. She had done the same with the gardens of the ceremony location, covering them with a disillusionment charm so we had to wait for the grand opening to get a peek.

I sipped on my apple juice while I sat alone at my bridal table. Scorpius was talking with Draco, James, Fred and Brian at the other end of the canopy. Close by them were the other night owls Lilly, Tracey, Ashley, Lucy and Molly, all talking and laughing rather loudly. I knew I should have joined them, but I was simply too exhausted to walk down that far.

Suddenly a voice appeared right next to me causing me to jump in my seat. "So how far along are you?"

It was none other than Mrs Observant Astoria Malfoy.

"Excuse me?" I stared at her with wide eyes, trying to figure out an escape from that topic.

"How far along are you Rose? With the…" she gestured to my stomach which I tried to cover with my hands. I began to fear a bump had already appeared, but Astoria reassured, "They can't see it yet, but I know an expectant mother when I see one."

I stared at her with awe and outrage. How could Scorpius' mother be so bloody observant? I should have known she would pick this up. I was sure it was Scorpius' fault. I glanced over to the others, making sure they were all deep in conversation, which thankfully they were, before I whispered, "How long have you known?"

Astoria gave me a small, guilty smile before she confessed, "About a week. I waited a week before asking you, to be sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me." I couldn't wipe the shocked expression from my face, nor could I find words to speak so Astoria continued explaining, "Rose, I figured out that you were pregnant with Antares just minutes after meeting you. You think I haven't noticed it this time?"

"B-but how?" I spluttered lamely, eyes still darting around to make sure no one was listening.

"Flushed cheeks, ducking off to the bathroom frequently, you're always yawning which means your tired," she began rattling off all the symptoms I'd tried so hard to conceal, "plus you've been holding stomach involuntarily pretty often."

"Fuck. You think anyone else knows?"

Astoria shook her head, which instantly reassured me. "No, maybe your grandma, but I don't think she'd say anything until you revealed it yourself."

I returned our conversation to the original question, "I'm 9 weeks."

After finally receiving an answer, Astoria gave me a large, excited smile. Taking hold of my hand and squeezing it under the table where no one would see, she whispered, "Congratulations sweetie, I'm so happy for you! Scorpius is obviously ecstatic about it, he can't wipe that stupid look of pride off his face."

I let a groan escape my lips, "I wish he would, it's harder to hide when he looks at me like that."

At that moment we both looked over to see Scorpius glance up at us. Just as described, he flashed me the goofiest smile, one that could only suggest he was ecstatic over me, or other secret things that he should be trying harder not to get excited over.

"To everyone else, he just looks in love with you. It takes a trained eye to see the difference there, and I am his mother, after all."

"Do you think it's too soon? To have another baby I mean?" I opened up to her easily.

Smirking, Astoria asked, "I'm guessing this one wasn't planned either?"

"No, I wanted to be pregnant on my wedding day, actually," I snorted, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Well you may not have planned it," she gave me a sympathetic glance, "but you've already done a great job raising one baby. Besides, Tares is at a great age to be given a sibling. Having two babies growing up around the same age will only make them closer. Merlin knows that's all I ever wanted for Scorpius."

"You wanted more children?"

"At least one, yes. Draco did too, after some thorough convincing."

"And why didn't you… you know… have more?" I treaded carefully, noticing the change in Astoria's expression.

"It just didn't work out for us. We tried for years. After the last miscarriage Draco knew, and the other healers informed us that we best stop trying."

I stared in shock, goosebumps rising on my skin as I repeated, "M-miscarriages?"

Astoria looked sombre, but nodded and explained, "Yes, three of them. I was very unwell myself, which didn't help, I'd just hoped we'd be successful eventually," she took deep breath and appeared to be reminiscing in her head. After a brief moment, she made eye contact with me again and continued, "So don't get too caught up on the timing of this baby Rose, just remember how amazing it is to be able to have them. It may seem really scary to be moving through life so fast, but you and I both know it will be worth it when you bring that precious baby into the world."

"I'm sorry," I said lamely, lost for words that would do her own justice.

Astoria smiled, contrasting our last conversation, "Don't you be sorry, Rose. You're the one giving me grandkids, you've got nothing to be sorry about. Just keep them coming and we'll be fine."

I laughed softly, thankful at how quickly Astoria could redirect a sad conversation. Rubbing my belly that only Astoria and I could see from our seats, I muttered, "Well I won't promise any more after this one, but judging by our current track record, I can't exactly rule out another mishap."

"I don't mind your little mishaps actually, they seem to have pretty positive effects in the end," she gestured around the wedding location with a knowing smirk. "And at least this time you'll have your husband around all the time to satisfy any… hormonal needs."

"Yes, that is a very good point," I chuckled, remembering how difficult it was when Scorpius was away for the majority of my pregnancy with Tares. "About the only thing he's useful for."

"That's all men in general are ever useful for," she grinned.

"You're not wrong."

"Take care of yourself sweetie, you know I'm always around. I'll let you keep enjoying that champagne," Astoria shot me a wink before she strode towards the other group, leaving me with my more humbled thoughts.

"Now everyone off to bed, we have a huge day tomorrow," Astoria announced to the small group of people left under the marquee after our lengthy conversation. "Especially you two," she pointed back at Scorpius and I, "Say your last goodbyes as fiancés and get some sleep!"

While the rest of the group cleared off, Scorpius and I joined together with a hug. Scorpius put his forehead against mine and beamed at me. With a soft kiss to my head, he whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too, baby."

"I'll see you from the alter."

I nodded, but added playfully, "That's if you make it that far."

Chuckling, Scorp shook his head, "There's no cold feet here, trust me."

"Go get some sleep."

"You too, try not to have too many hot dreams about me," he wiggled his eyebrows seductively, earning him a soft slap against his chest.

"Oh please, when I have hot dreams, they're never about you."

"Damn, I need to step up my game then, don't I? I better make it more memorable next time." He spoke slowly, moving his hands up and down my sides and sending embarrassing shivers through my body.

I groaned, "Don't do this to me tonight!"

His grey, hungry eyes pierced into mine while his grip on my hips tightened. "Do what?" he asked innocently.

I closed my eyes and let out a sigh of frustration. This man was trying to kill me! Using all my willpower - keeping in mind that with all the heightened hormones in my body, this was very difficult - I masked my own hunger and spoke plainly, "Nothing, my mistake."

Taking a step away from him, I could feel my mind fighting my decision. Scorpius could obviously see my internal battle, because he chuckled lowly, cupping my cheeks with his hands and planted another tempting kiss on my lips.

"Get some rest baby, you've got a big day tomorrow," he smirked.

Taking it upon myself to get even, I quickly scanned our surroundings, making sure everyone was distracted. I stepped closer to my fiancé and let one of my hands slide slowly down his abdomen. I stroked his lower stomach playfully before my hand came to rest on my favourite lower appendage, rubbing against it casually. With just one movement, or gentle grasp rather, I had him.

"M-merlin Rose," he hissed, grabbing my hand before it could cause any more embarrassment for him. I knew instantly the damage had been done.

With a grin to challenge the devil, I planted a kiss on his cheek and walked off towards the manor. Before I was out of ears length, I look over my shoulder and to me delight, Scorpius' pants seemed to be straining between his legs. As I looked up to meet his eyes, I called out cheekily, "Get some rest baby, you've got a huge day tomorrow!"

Although I couldn't hear clearly from the distance between us, I was sure I heard him mutter "bloody minx" as I left, which only left me more satisfied.

"Mum mum mum mum."

I sat upon bed at the sound of my name. Admittedly, I hadn't been sleeping, rather just sitting in silence, letting my nerves overtake my exhaustion. Looking across the room, I saw Antares standing up in his cot, bopping up and down while holding onto the rail. It seemed I was not the only restless person tonight.

"What are you doing up?"

"Mum mum mum mum," Antares babbled loudly again.

I looked at the clock above the dresser. 2.34am. Great.

I walked across the room to his cot. As I tried to lay him down, I sighed softly, "We're meant to be sleeping baby, come on, lie down."

Antares fussed and refused to put up with my requests. Each time I lied him down, he would stand right back up. I swear I could see a cheeky smile on his face, even in the dim lamp light, and I cursed Merlin for giving him Scorp's attitude. After trying for the fourth time to lay him on his back unsuccessfully, I stepped back, crossing my arms in an attempt to be cross with him.

"Why won't you sleep?"

As though he could understand me, or maybe out of sheer luck, Tares' next word was conveniently, "Dada!"

Hiding my smile over how sweet my son was, I shook my head, "Daddy's gone to bed baby, he has to stay in another room tonight."

"Daddy no," he whined loudly, still bopping up and down on his legs.

"Daddy can't stay in here tonight honey," I tried to explain, however it obviously wasn't a satisfactory answer for him, because he only got more agitated.

Tares' bottom lip began to wobble and he cried out sadly, "Mumma no."

This boy had me wrapped around his finger. That one look of despair always threw me into a panic, and my maternal instincts immediately told me to fix his troubles despite everything else. As the tears started leaking from his small blue eyes, my heartstrings pulled and I, as usual, caved to his requests.

"Okay," I sighed, "Wanna go see daddy?"

"Dada," he smiled widely at me. Besides the tears on his face, he showed no signs of being upset. This kid was definitely using me to his advantage, I was sure of it.

I picked him up out of his cot and placed him on my hip. "Alright, let's go."

Sneaking across the polished hallway of the manor, I carefully put one foot after the other, trying to be as quiet as possible. To my surprise, the whole family had agreed to stay in the manor, meaning most of the rooms would be engaged on the wedding night. Not all the guests had arrived yet, some opting to stay a single night rather than two, so there were a few empty rooms scattered around the halls. The trouble was finding which room my man was in.

As I opened yet another empty room, I heard footsteps across the passageway. It seemed I wasn't the only restless one in the manor. I closed the door to the vacant bedroom, hoping it wouldn't make a noise as I did. Thankfully, it was silent. Turning slowly and silently, I followed the noise to discover the culprit.

I watched as a particular dark-haired witch - my maid of honour to be exact - tapped secretively on one of the doors. What was Dominique Weasley doing up at this hour? Well honestly, she could be doing a lot of things - it was Dom, after all - but given her disastrous day so far I didn't imagine she'd be doing anything but resting through the night.

Within seconds, the best man of the event popped his head around the door before standing up straight to face the person in front of him. MY eyes bulged out of my head and I nearly choked on my own breath when I realised Dom had shown up to Brian's door, though I held my coughing fit down.

"Dom, what are you doing?"

"Can I have a word with you, in private?" she whispered.

Without receiving an answer, Dom walked - or more so, strutted - into Brian's room. He quickly followed suit, closing the door quietly behind him. I cursed in my mind loudly, mildly concerned at the bloodbath that could occur in that room tonight. I prayed they wouldn't try and kill each other, but based on their behaviours during the day, the odds weren't good.

"Oh boy, there's gonna be a lot of trouble in this wedding isn't there Tares?"

"Daddy!" Tares shouted loudly, the echo through the hall causing my heartbeat to increase ten-fold.

"Shhh!"

"Hey little man."

I whipped my body around quickly to see my husband-to-be with a handful of sweets and a bottle of soda tucked under his arm. He had obviously started on the sweets, because he was slowly chewing a rather large mouthful of something as we approached him.

"What are you doing up?"

"I'm gonna ask you the same question love," he smirked.

Antares was leaning dramatically away from me, reaching out for his father. Scorpius placed the soda on the ground before he picked up Antares and gave him a series of kisses all over his little body. Tares giggled softly and Scorp stopped before he could get any louder. Taking a moment to look him up and down, I noticed Scorpius was wearing grey sweatpants and a plain blue t-shirt that seemed just a bit too small for him, his muscles straining against it.

He looked so gorgeous, I wanted him right there. Damn these hormones.

Pulling myself out of my dangerous daydreams, I said simply, "Tares wanted to see you."

"And what about you?" he grinned knowingly.

"Yes, I guess I kind of wanted to as well. Although you know we will be in so much trouble if we get caught meeting up in the early hours of our wedding day."

"Only if Astoria catches you," we heard another voice whisper through the darkness. It was Draco, who seemed to follow Scorpius' idea of collecting a midnight snack as he had a handful of sweets in his hand.

"Shit you scared me dad," Scorpius gasped.

"Merlin Draco," I breathed out my fright, my heart pounding after being caught by someone.

"Grandpa!" Tares rejoiced loudly once more, causing all of us to cringe.

After rubbing Tares' head for a brief moment, Draco turned to look back and forth between us. "You two have got to be kidding me."

"I-I know Draco, we're breaking rules but Tares really wanted to see Scorp and-"

Draco began shaking his head, a smirk plastered on his face causing me to cease my babbling. "No Rose, it's just, this is exactly what Astoria and I did the night before our wedding."

"What?" Scorp and I spoke simultaneously.

Draco laughed, running his hair back on his scalp with his free hand before explaining, "Yep, we both snuck out to see each other. Although we didn't have as good of an excuse as you two, having Tares and all, we were just really nervous."

"Guess history repeats itself doesn't it?" I laughed lightly.

"That it does. You three better not stay up too late though," he warned, "I don't want to see any of you yawning through the ceremony."

I chuckled softly and shook my head, "If you catch me yawning during my own wedding ceremony, I give you permission to object and cancel the wedding on me."

"Now now, I couldn't risk scaring you away," Draco smirked, "Scorpius would never find another good enough."

"Correction," Scorpius began, "There is no one else good enough."

Draco grinned at his son, "I'm glad you know that. Well, I'm off to bed. You two best make it quick, if Astoria finds you, I was not here and I will not save you."

"Roger that dad."

"Goodnight Draco."

After he left, Scorpius let out a breath of relief. Pulling me towards him and Tares, we embraced in a loving hug. My little family was so beautiful and I couldn't be more excited to walk down that aisle and make our love official. Honestly, I didn't need to marry Scorpius to know I loved him, or to ensure we would spend the rest of our lives together; we both already knew that. Still, to be announced husband and wife, to share last names with my son and his father, that was what I wanted.

"I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep tonight," Scorpius broke the silence suddenly.

I pulled away from him so that I could look him in the eyes, "Me either. Though I may look like a dragon tomorrow if I don't."

"You will look stunning no matter what kind of animal you are tomorrow."

After giving him a playful slap, I sighed and walked over the one of the seats in the foyer we had met at. Scorpius joined me with a very tired child who seemed just minutes from sleep in his arms. "I just hope nothing goes wrong."

"Well, come on Rose, there's plenty that can go wrong."

"You're right. I almost forgot our best man and maid of honour are out to kill each other," I let out a unattractive snort.

"Ah huh, and we've got a delusional baby-loving groomsmen with a drinking problem, an embarrassingly young ring bearer who may not handle the pressure of tomorrow, two over-organised mothers, and two fathers who are trying desperately to out do each other in popularity and ability."

"Plus, you're forgetting that I'm throwing up at basically every point of the day, which has led your mother to figure out that I'm pregnant again."

"And don't even get me started on your uncle Percy wa-wait, what?" Scorpius did a double take, his eyes bulging from their sockets as he realised what I'd said.

"Your mum guessed that I was pregnant. Wait, what's wrong with Percy?"

"You're joking."

"Afraid not, but she was lovely about it. She even helped me calm down about how rushed this feels. I think it would be good for you to talk to her as well."

Scorpius used the hand that wasn't holding our now seeping child to brush through his hair, letting out a low whistle before muttering, "That woman has had eyes on me like a hawk, I know why now."

"You can't hide anything from Astoria. I learnt that the day I met her," I smirked, remembering our first meeting.

"Merlin, this wedding day is going to be huge isn't it?"

"Massive."

"Do you think we can handle it?" Scorpius asked, a faint grin playing on his mouth.

With a smirk I affirmed and also practised two crucial words I would say the following day, "I do."

Okay this chapter could seem unnecessary and I considered scrapping it, but I wanted to give their parents more involvement, and I love writing about Dom when she's angry.
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Love you all, Alicia xx