Thank you to everyone who left me reviews last chapter and put my uneasiness to rest. It can be hard putting your work out for others sometimes, and I am sure all of you who have posted your own can relate. Anyways, here is the next chapter, enjoy!


Menacing grey clouds rolled in and hung heavy in the sky, holding the threat of opening up and letting the heavens pour down in the early May. The air was thick, damp with a light fog that had settled onto the grounds in the early hours of that morning. Occasionally a low rumble of thunder could be heard from miles away, though most ignored the threatening noise, not bothered in the least by the warning of rain.

Thick tears gathered, sparkling like diamonds in her blue eyes, guilt and sorrow weighing down heavily in the soul of the iris'. Petite hands came up and buttoned up the front of the black pea coat that was fit around the slim body, and covered the simple black dress beneath. "Are you ready, doll," a deep voice asked, concern seeping from every word spoken. Letting a shaky breath out, Rose put an undeceiving fake smile on her face and turned to Scorpius, nodding. "You're sure you want to go?" The man reached for one of her small hands, and held it in both of his as he brought it up and kiss her knuckles lightly.

Thousands of thoughts rushed through Rose's head, and she felt claustrophobic and lightheaded, as she had constantly felt for the past two days. "Of course," Rose said bravely, though when Scorpius nodded and led her to the door, she paused. "Just… just promise me that you won't leave me."

Scorpius looked down to Rose with eyes that were identical to the color of the angry clouds in the sky. "Never," he swore to her, and they both knew his words went on past that day. The witch nodded again, her loose curls bouncing around her, and she smiled a real smile when Scorpius squeezed her hand and pressed a kiss to her forehead quickly. "Let's go then."

The couple found themselves standing in the Headmistress' office minutes later, both looking impeccably handsome, dressed in black attire. "Alright, this portkey will take you to the location, in which someone will be waiting there for you. Afterwards, Rose, your father or uncle will escort you both back to the castle." Minerva smiled kindly at her students as they nodded, in which she then informed them of how they should get on their way.

The feeling one feels during a portkey trip is unforgettable, and even though Rose had used the method of traveling before, she thought she would never be use to the sickening process. Scorpius managed to grab ahold of Rose and pull her tight just as they landed, saving her from what surely would have been a hard fall. It took both of them a minute to get their heads to stop spinning, but when they looked around they found Teddy Lupin standing a couple feet away.

The metamorphmagus smiled warmly when he spotted the couple, dressed in sharp black robes. "Afternoon," Teddy greeted, grabbing the couple's attention. Rose felt a sense of calmness wash over herself, knowing that another similar face would be with her during the day. The witch stepped forward and released Scorpius, meeting Teddy for a tight embrace. "How are you, Rosie," the man asked sweetly, clearly seeing the sadness written on Rose's face. "And Scorpius, it great to see you again. Of course the circumstances aren't ideal." The two men shook hands and grinned at each other.

Teddy then led the couple the distance to the funeral, and Rose watched as the tiny people, all clad in black, grew larger in the horizon as they made their way. The Ravenclaw slipped her hand back into Scorpius' as the wizard chatted lightly with Teddy, feeling her anxiety spike to an all time high. Though, she took calming breaths and held herself together.

Once the trio was just a dozen feet away, Rose got a good look at the small crowd. The witch noticed that their was near fifty people there, and a good portion of them were wearing Auror robes. She also noted that she was likely the youngest attendant.

The funeral was being held in a large, open field, that had nothing surrounding but green grass and mountains in the distance. The witch had never been to a funeral before, and she hadn't known what to expect. Rose swallowed hard when she saw the large coffin that sat at the end of the aisle that parted the chairs, sealed shut with flowers laying on top. She suddenly felt as if she couldn't breath, like someone's hand was wrapped around her throat, slowly squeezing tighter and tighter.

Scorpius looked down to Rose when he heard her let out a choke, and he found her silently panicking. The wizard stepped in front of Rose and pulled her chin up with his hand, forcing her eyes to his. "Rose," Scorpius said quietly and slowly, though it didn't seem to do anything. "Rosie, calm down," the man tried again, in a soft voice. "Everything is alright, just take deep breathes."

The witch was able to slowly calm herself down with the help of Scorpius, though her heart still beat fast in her chest, and her throat still felt as if it was too tight. "Rosie, if you want we can go," the Slytherin suggested kindly, running his hands up and down her arms. But Rose just shook her head stubbornly, taking in a deep breath as she pushed back her tears and wrapped her hand around Scorpius' upper arm. Teddy, who had watched the entire affair looked to Rose, and simply smiled when she looked to him with an embarrassed blush. The man was proud of Rose, but even more proud of Scorpius for helping his so called 'little sister'.

Just then Harry and Ron found the trio, along with Louis, who was an Auror and had known Tristan rather well. Both Rose's father and cousin were dressed in their respective uniforms, looking proud to wear them. The men greeted them, and Rose went forward to hug Harry, then Louis, saving her father for last.

Ron squeezed his daughter tight when she embraced him, kissing the top of her head as he held her tightly. "I'm sorry I yelled at you the other day," Ron mumbled into Rose's hair, not caring if anyone was listening, though his voice was low. "I didn't mean what I said, and I hope you can forgive me." Rose smiled kindly as she looked up to her dad, nodding her head. "Your mother sends her love," the man informed his daughter, and she told him to tell Hermione that she loved her too.

A minute later Rose's grandfather came to meet his family, as he was apparently a good friend of the family's. The man's sunny smiled never failed, even in sorrowful times, and he kissed his granddaughter's cheek as he squeezed her tightly. "You look beautiful, my Rosie," Arthur said with a wink, and Rose simply blushed, thanking her grandfather.

Just then the group of people were all migrated into chairs, as a thick silence filled the air. Tristan's father then stood to the front of the crowd, and thanked everyone for coming, hardly getting his words out as he tried to fight off his tears. The family priest made his way up next, a bible in hand as he hugged Mister Rochelle just before he sat down. The priest stood just next to the coffin, and began the speech that Rose was sure he had recited many times before.

The man's voice was deep and soothing, and his words sounded as if he was cooing a small child as he recited prayers. Tears filled the eyes of almost every person in attendance, as the grief of a lost loved one settled into their hearts. Rose was lucky enough to never know the pain of losing someone she loved, but as she sat and looked at everyone, she could feel their pain with them.

Rose sat in between her father and Scorpius, and she held both of their hands tightly throughout the entire service. Both men knew the fragile state that she was in, and wished to be able to take her pain away.

The witch felt her heart ache and squeeze tight throughout the service, unable to think of anything but the poor man who laid in the coffin all because of her. Looking around, she saw the tear stained faces of all the people who loved the wizard, and she couldn't help but feel responsible for everyone's sorrow.

The priest's words slowly faded away from Rose as her mind betrayed her and led her to imagine how Tristan was killed. The witch shuddered, and didn't notice when a single tear fell from her eyes and trickled down her face. Just then a crack of thunder was heard off in the distance, but Rose paid no attention… her mind was too far away.

Rose imagined all of the different ways the man could have been killed, even as she begged herself to stop. More and more tears gathered in her eyes and made their way down her face, leaving shiny trails along her cheeks. Rose pictured the same man who had kidnapped her years ago, killing Tristan. And suddenly she realized something that she should have realized days ago.

That man, the same man who had stolen her years ago, was coming for her again. And there was nothing she could do to stop him. No one could do anything. He was coming for her.

A great shiver ran up Rose's spine, but she kept quiet as a mouse, letting herself cry hopelessly. Looking to his side, Scorpius was slightly surprised to find Rose with a tear filled face, haven't had heard a single sound from her. The wizard squeezed her hand tightly and rub his thumb back and forth, leaning down to her. "It's alright, love. I'm right here," he whispered in Rose's ear.

And suddenly, Rose felt the smallest sense of calmness wash over her. Scorpius was by her side, like he always had been in hard situations, and he had promised her several times that he wasn't going anywhere. Knowing this, Rose felt protected, though the fear still lurked in the back of her mind.

A hour later, Rose had managed to stop herself from crying, aside from the occasional tear that slipped past her. The crowd was slowly winding down, as people went and said goodbye to Mister Rochelle, Tristan's father and only close family member. The wind blew harsh, and the clouds seemed to get darker with every moment, though not a drop of rain spilled from the sky.

Rose stood against Scorpius, with his warm, comforting arm around her waist. She felt immensely grateful that he had come with her, having had feared when she asked him the day before, though he simply smiled and agreed without question. The group of seven was standing and talking, yet the little witch said nothing.

A pair of blue eyes trailed over and stared at Mister Rochelle, who stood a few feet away from his son's fresh grave, silent tears falling as he simply stared at it. Rose felt a painful amount of shame weigh down on her, knowing it was her doing that put that man six feet under the ground. So, wordlessly the witch slipped herself from Scorpius' grasp, and ignored the looked from all her family members as she walked away from them.

She didn't know why she was doing it, but Rose took small footsteps that led her over to Mister Rochelle. The man looked up when he heard someone approaching, and looked startled, as if he was caught in the middle of some shameful act. "Mister Rochelle," Rose said shyly, trying her best to push down the frog in her throat as she spoke.

The wizard, who looked fifty years of age with greying dark hair and wrinkled eyes, smiled at the Rose, though she knew it was the same fake smile he had been putting on for everyone all day long. "I prefer Joseph," the man said in a light tone, his voice shallow from having had it stripped from all his tears.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you, and I know you don't know me-" Rose's rushed apology was cut off when Joseph held up a hand and looked to her with wise eyes. The witch instantly hushed, ignoring the stares she felt cutting into her.

This time the man smiled again, and though it was just a quick upturn of his lips, it wasn't the fake smile he had given her before. "I wasn't busy in the least bit, dear, and I do too know whom you are. You are Ron Weasley's little girl, Rose, isn't it?" The auburn haired girl nodded, stunned the man knew her. "Yes, I've heard about you dozens of times before. You see, I work in the ministry, and I am close with your grandfather, Arthur. He has nothing but amazing things to say about you."

Rose blushed a dark pink color, twisting her hands together nervously. Joseph then stared at the young girl for a moment, and suddenly he seemed to break whatever was holding all of her words in. Tears sprinkled down her face as she spoke in a frantic voice. "I'm so sorry, this is all my fault. You lost your son all because of me," Rose wept out.

"Well that's most preposterous thing I have ever heard," Joseph said in a stern voice, startling Rose with his words. "I was told a murdering son of a bitch had killed my boy, not a little school girl." Rose opened her mouth to explain, but the man cut her off, seeming to know what she was going to say. "Miss Weasley, none of this is your fault, and I am going to have to demand that you get that stupid thought out of your head this minute!"

Rose's blue eyes were wide, but she bit her lip and nodded her head. Joseph then seemed to soften, seeing the girl's obvious discomfit. "Dear, I was told what happened, and I know that it may seem like my son was killed because of you… but he wasn't. Tristan died a strong, and powerful man, who helped people everyday. The reason he was killed is because there is a psychotic man roaming around out there, and my son was a target. But, Miss Weasley, I need you to know that I am not upset with you, because I have no reason in the world to be. I will miss my son, many people will, but it was his time to go, and one day I will see him and my beautiful wife again."

Unable to hold them back, Rose felt warm tears dripping down her skin. "Oh, I'm usually not one for hugs, but I think we could both use one right now." Joseph then stepped forward and opened his arms, allowing Rose to step into them and hug him. When they pulled away, the wizard's smile was bigger, and truer. "Thank you for coming over here, Miss Weasley, I appreciate it."

Rose smiled at him, wiping the tears away as she turned to leave. But before she took a step, Joseph spoke again. "Oh, Miss Weasley," Mister Rochelle grabbed her attention and he took a step forward, speaking in a low voice. "If you ever are faced with that awful man again, though I pray that you never will be, I need you to do something for me." Rose nodded, knowing that she truly would do anything for the man. "I need you to fight like hell," Joseph said, winking down at Rose again.

"Just for you, sir," Rose replied with a bite in her tone. Mister Rochelle then nodded to her one last time, grinning widely at her as she waved a tiny wave and returned to her family and boyfriend.

All six of the men watched Rose with tentative eyes as she walked back to them, most of them surprised to find her with dry eyes. "Are you alright, Rosie," Harry asked tentatively once she was back, his green eyes flickering down to watch her immediately take hold of Scorpius' hand.

"I'm fine," Rose said, seeming happier than she had been for the past three days. Scorpius felt light hearted when he saw the tiny trace of a smile on her lips, hoping that Mister Rochelle had said something comforting to her. He had seen the way she had been beating herself up, and knew she didn't deserve it.

The men began chatting again, and Rose leaned her head on Scorpius' chest as he talked, amazed when the feeling of hopelessness and despair that she felt earlier was not present. Joseph's words helped her self blame fade away, and though Rose still felt a tinge of guilt over the death, she knew it wasn't her fault.

Mister Rochelle's words echoed endlessly in Rose's head, and she knew that if she ever saw her kidnapper again, that she would be the strongest she had ever been.


Taking the steps by two, Scorpius' long legs climbed up the staircase, breezing up it with ease. The wizard felt like whistling a tune, but he held himself back as he recited a password, and knocked his fist on the newly unlocked door. 'A gentleman must always knock before entering a ladies room,' Scorpius' mother's words echoed through his mind. But there was no answer, so he pushed the door opened and entered. "Rose," he called out, stepping in and shutting the door behind him, setting down what he held in his hand. Silence rang through the room, and a sudden panic filled Scorpius.

The couple had gone to breakfast together that morning, but Scorpius had left Rose to go and serve the last of the six detentions that he got weeks ago for his fight with Albus. He had only been four hours without Rose, yet he couldn't help but worry about her. The funeral had been three days ago, and though his little witch seemed to be almost back to her normal self, Scorpius knew she was still in a fragile state. "Love," Scorpius hollered out again, and he felt his heart fall back down when he heard Rose's pretty voice call to him.

"I'm in here," her light words floated to him. The Slytherin instantly made his way into her bathroom, where her voice had come from. Scorpius was highly surprised to find the little witch sitting in her large tub, which was filled to the top with bubbly water. Rose was face away from the doorway, looking through the textured glass of the large bathroom window. Scorpius looked out too, and felt a strange sort of comfort.

Since the day of the funeral, five different Aurors had been stationed at the castle at all times, keeping guard. Rose had thrown a fit when she found out what her father had done, embarrassed by the extra lengths of protection being put up. But Scorpius was on Ron's side, and thought it was a brilliant idea.

The wizard felt his stomach burn when he saw the tops of Rose's delicious breasts' peeking from the water, just barely hiding her nipples from his view. Clearing his throat, Scorpius made his presences clear as he spoke. "What if I had been someone else," he asked in a teasing tone.

When Rose spoke, Scorpius could hear the smile in her voice. "You, Dawson, Hugo, and Albus are the only four that know my password, and I think I can decipher your voices from each other rather well, thank you." The man smiled, enjoying the bite in Rose's tone.

Taking silent steps forward, Scorpius made his witch jolt slightly when his voice was much closer to her. "I don't know how I feel knowing that three men, besides me, can get into your room at any time." His voice was light and teasing, but he felt some truth to his statement.

A light, airy laugh left Rose, and Scorpius couldn't help but smile from the happy noise. The water rippled around her, and the smell of flowers filled the air pleasantly. "I'm related to two other them, and the other is the Head Boy; I know his password and he knows mine." A small hand came above the bubbles, and wet fingertips lightly skimmed over the surface of the water. "You have nothing to worry about, my love," Rose said, looking over her shoulder for the first time to find Scorpius standing a foot away from her.

Scorpius enjoyed the sound of the endearment coming from her lips, and smiled as he took a step forward and knelt just behind her at one end of the tub. "How are you, doll," he asked, whispering into her ear which caused her to shiver and make the water shake. The witch lolled her head back onto the edge of the tub, her hair tied up in a bun at the top of her head, telling him that she was well.

"I'm glad," the man said in a slightly distracted tone. Scorpius rolled the sleeves to his button up shirt up to his elbow, showing off his toned forearms, and the very edge outlines of a few tattoos. Rose gasped suddenly when she felt two cool hands suddenly rubbing her shoulders, which were above the warm water. Her blue eyes instantly closed without thought, and she bit her lip as she gave into the feeling of the heavenly hands.

Scorpius smirked when he saw Rose's reaction, continuing to massage her tense shoulders and upper back with skillful hands. "Oh, Scorpius." The words were moaned out and fell off of her pouty lips like a prayer. The wizard felt a fiery passion spread through his veins, lighting up his gut and shooting straight to his groin. Scorpius didn't care about anything else in that moment, he knew that if he didn't get another glorious sound from Rose, he would surely die.

Several minutes later, Scorpius had Rose like butter in his hands, as his lips slowly kissed everywhere over her exposed neck. With a smirk, the wizard slowly trailed his fingers downward, ignoring when he felt them start to ache from working her silky skin. Rose felt a wetness speak between her legs when she felt Scorpius' hands dip under the water, and slide down her chest, stopping just under her breasts, though not touching them.

The man continued to rub all around her mounds, avoiding the one place where she wanted him to go. Rose groaned loudly in frustration, a noise Scorpius found utterly adorable, and thrust her breasts forward. Giving in, the wizard moved his hands and elected a low moan from Rose as his hands fully cupped her. "Merlin," the witch whispered out, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as Scorpius kissed her throat and massaged her breasts.

A chuckle escaped Scorpius when he saw her reaction, but Rose hardly heard it through her blinding pleasure. A high pitched squeal, almost a scream, escaped the witch when Scorpius' magical fingers grabbed her nipples in each hand and proceeded to roll and pinch them. A pain shot through Rose, but the pleasure overpowered it, and the place between her thighs pulsed painfully, wet with need.

Scorpius noticed how her tanned legs rubbed together through the bubbly water, and he knew that they should stop before they got out of hand. With one last pinch to each hardened nipple, the wizard squeezed her breasts and trailed his hands back up her body and out of the water, drying them off with the towel that laid next to the tub. A sweet, endearing whine left Rose when she felt the wondrous hands leave her body.

Rose turned herself in the tub, and Scorpius swallowed hard when he saw a flash of one of her pretty rosy nipples. The witch rested her arms on the edge of the tub, and placed her chin atop of them, her lips in a deep pout as she wore puppy dog eyes. "Oh no, don't you even try with those eyes. You know they work every time you use them," Scorpius said as he leaned forward and pecked her lips, biting her bottom quickly. The man stood as he pulled back, crossing his arms over his chest. "Come out and dry yourself off… I've got a surprise for you."

Scorpius laughed when Rose's blue eyes instantly grew in excitement, turning to leave her so she could get dressed.

The wizard was sitting on Rose's bed when she came out a minute later, and his eyes nearly fell out of his head when he saw the state of her. The little lady was sporting one of Scorpius' Slytherin Quidditch jerseys, which fell down to her thighs, and nothing else. Rose bit her lip nervously, looking to the ground, too afraid to look up. Scorpius instantly felt himself go hard, and he knew that his witch would surely kill him one day. "Dear Merlin," Scorpius repeated Rose's earlier words, and the witch finally looked up.

Though the couple had been dating for several months and Rose was sure Scorpius' loved her, she couldn't help but feel surprised when she saw a look of pure lust and arousal in his darkened eyes. Taking a deep breath, she smiled shyly at him, showing that the back of the shirt indeed had 'MALFOY' written across the back of it as she shut the bathroom door behind her and walked to the bed. "How on Earth did you manage to snatch that up, you cheeky little minx?"

"I may or may not have borrowed it from you when I saw it in your bedroom, just before I left the day after Easter." Scorpius looked to her with an impressed face, proud of her Slytherin skills, and not bothered in the least that she took the shirt. The witch simply giggled as she climbed upon her bed, suddenly finding herself surprised as she noticed for the first time what Scorpius was holding. Sitting across his lap was his shiny, wooden guitar that Rose had seen a time before, and a great smile found her face.

Scorpius found her stunning grin contagious and smiled back at her as she made herself comfortable, sitting Indian style next to him. "I thought you might like for me to play a little bit," the man said, strumming his fingers once down all the cords, letting out a humming noise.

With bright eyes, Rose wore a huge smile as she nodded to him. "Oh, that would be amazing," she exclaimed, leaning against her pillow as she waited for him to began using his magnificent musical skills. Scorpius smirked at the sight of Rose, her beautiful features brought out by the green of his shirt.

A minute later the man brought his guitar to the proper position and began playing away, pleasing Rose in the uppermost way. The witch sat back and listened, closing her eyes and letting the pleasant tunes flow through her. Scorpius played several songs before he said to her, "come here… I'll teach you something."

Rose eagerly climbed into his lap, placing her back against his chest as she sat between him and the instrument. The couple spent the next hour laughing loudly as Rose learned how to hold down the strings to an easy song, as Scorpius strung along, having a left handed guitar. The Slytherin found it terribly funny when he learned that Rose was rather rubbish with music, but her determination to learn shined through like it always did. Several hours later Rose knew the cords to a terribly simple song, something that pleased her immensely.

And as Scorpius watched his witch smiled and laugh over her shoulder, he knew nothing could make him as happy than when he was with Rose.