Wait - what? The final update is already here?
Yes it is.
*clears throat*
Now presenting, MGIGO: The Endgame.
(F.I.N.A.L.L.Y)
This one is dedicated to all of you guys. CANNOT talk enough about how we are finally here because you guys pushed me and supported me to finish the darn thing!
Hence, the quick update :)
Longer note at the end. No time to waste here. Haha!
Warning: The chapter contains MAJOR doses of sap, fluff, and sexy times. The essence of MGIGO amplified in one chapter - basically. Ye been warned!
Disclaimer: Everything recognisable belongs to JK Rowling. Copyright infringement is unintended.
32. They've Had It Goin' On For Years
"Kiss me, please?"
Scorpius felt his stomach bottom out when he heard the words he'd been dying to hear since Rose moved back in.
He spun her around by her hips and muted her gasp of surprise by claiming her lips with his heatedly, finally kissing her.
It felt so good to finally give in and have her in his arms. So. Bloody. Good.
A part of him was terrified that he'd been dreaming, that Rose wasn't back together with him and he wasn't actually holding her in his arms. But the sweetness of her lips pressed against his and the warmth of her soft body made him realise that he wasn't dreaming, and that he was in fact kissing Rose Weasley.
He groaned into her mouth, cupping her face while she wrapped her nimble arms around his waist. He could feel her straining to reach him as she stood on the tip of her toes; he wrapped his arms around her waist to lift her slightly from the ground, causing her to giggle against his lips, which eventually made him smile.
Merlin, he loved her so much!
Her plush lips moving insistently against his was setting off all sorts of sparks throughout his body. It felt so amazing to kiss those tender lips again; it felt like it had been years since he'd kissed her.
For all he knew, it could be.
Every moment without her had felt like a nightmare of a timewarp that he couldn't get out of. There was nothing in this world that could bring him this happiness of having her wrapped amorously in his arms while she kissed him soundly.
This woman was so, so beautiful. And she was his - had always been his.
He cupped Rose's arse and lifted her fully, making her emit a squeak against his lips. He placed her atop the kitchen island and ran his hands over her legs to her knees, pushing them apart so that he could stand between her legs and get access to more of her. Rose's tongue teased his lower lip, running just so before slipping past his lips to meet his tongue, and like that his thought process snapped to zero.
His blood was pumping hard and loud as they languidly explored each others' mouths, an insatiable hunger pushing them to not stop, never stop
He wrenched his mouth from her, desperate to kiss her neck. Watching her sit across him at the restaurant, and finding that offending curl flutter against the curve of her neck was highly agitating for he hadn't been able to graze her neck with his lips, but now - oh now - he could kiss her till eternity.
He slowly dragged his lips up her creamy neck, loving the way the way she moaned in his ear and the way her grip on his arms tightened. He then lightly kissed her on her lips and pulled back to look at her face.
Her eyes were half-closed, as if swimming in pleasure, her dark blue irises shining underneath her eyelids. The eyes stood out even more, shining next to the kohl outline that defined her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was coming out of her bun, stray strands already framing her face. Her chest was heaving, her breath seemingly trying to catch up on the whirlwind of an intensity of this moment.
She was perfect. And she was his.
Perhaps, Rose had realised that he was staring, for she fully opened her eyes and stared back at him, looking confused.
"What happened?" she breathed, cupping his face and taking a moment to kiss his jaw softly.
"You're just so amazing," he gasped in awe, lightly running a finger against her left cheek, and was immediately rewarded with her cheeks becoming darker.
Her face broke into a shy smile, not for the first time that evening. She tugged at his shirt collar to bring him closer, kissing him softly, the smile on her face making him sigh happily.
Scorpius kissed her back just as gently, smiling against her lips.
This, this was absolute perfection.
The love of his life was hidden under the garb of a best friend, someone who'd motivated him, pushed him to be the best, called him out when he slacked off, fought for their friendship as well as their relationship. She loved him selflessly, wanting the best for him, wanting him for so many years and now was in front of him, holding onto him like her life depended on his, just like his depended on her.
And he abso-fucking-lutely loved her.
He felt his emotions bubble hotly within him, making him feel exposed and vulnerable. But it was okay, because this was Rose, and with her, he and his heart were safe.
Naturally, that was the moment Rose chose to lead his hands to touch her breasts, seemingly not having any qualms about taking things slow.
He snapped.
It felt like a predatory monster had risen in him, wanting to devour her and drown himself in her till they both were absolutely spent. He closed the gap between their bodies, their kisses becoming more urgent and heavier with each passing second. Her fingers had locked themselves in his hair as she massaged his lower lip between her teeth. He was kissing her without any inhibition; his hands now running hotly all over her breasts, taking its time to cup those absolutely wicked mounds and knead them gently. Small cries of pleasure were escaping from her mouth that were only being drowned by his own as his body moved into hers.
His hands finally moved downwards, setting on her bare knees. His fingertips circled her knees and dipped further south to tease her calves. She whimpered into his mouth, detaching her lips for a moment, but Scorpius caught her lips again, biting gently into them; he was nowhere close to being done with those luscious rosebuds. His fingers teased her knees, this time moving higher up her thighs. Her breath hitched as his strokes became more languorous with every passing moment, inching closer to the place he wanted to bury deep himself into. He was delighted to feel goosebumps erupt all over as his fingers stroked her inner thighs.
But he needed to feel her.
He pulled back from the intense kiss, leaning his forehead against hers. He needed to know if she wanted this.
"Rose, look at me, please," he breathed urgently, his voice pleading. Her eyes opened, burning with blissful want. He simply grazed his fingers against her inner thighs, achingly close to her centre; his eyes silently asked for her permission. She nodded, her eyes gleaming and her mouth upturned in the smallest of smiles.
Whooping in triumph internally, he moved his fingers in, dipping into her knickers. He was enthralled by the sharp hiss that escaped Rose's lips as he grazed her clit, only to end up groaning hard when his fingers made him realise just how hot and wet she was. A part of his brain wanted to take her this moment itself; the bedroom was too far away and his pants had become too uncomfortable at this point.
But he'd waited too long to rush things through their coupling like this. The sight and sound of Rose so unhinged was truly an enchanting sight, a vivid image that remained burnt into his brains for days. He wanted to take his time to enjoy this moment.
He tentatively reached out to her hot center again as his fingers teased her clit deliriously, thoroughly enjoying how she moaned into his mouth at every flick.
"Scorpius!" she groaned into his lips, the tone half-annoyed, half-aroused, which only pleased him more. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as his fingers further explored her, moving rhythmically, "Please! Mo - oh!"
He captured her lips with his in a heated open-mouthed kiss, loving the way her fingers tangled themselves in his hair, feeling desperate. She bit his lower lip rather hard, causing him to growl. She was nearly wailing, begging him to move faster within her. Her nails were digging into his biceps, but he didn't care.
He had to see her fall apart, see her orgasm, so he did what he knew she loved.
He pulled back from the kiss and dragged her arse to the edge of the kitchen island. He went down on his knees and hooked her legs over his shoulder. The loud moan that escaped Rose's mouth as he tugged her underwear aside and touched her intimately with her tongue sent tremors down his spine. He felt Rose fall back against the island, his fingers holding on to the edge of the kitchen island tightly. He relished the way she throbbed around his fingers, her legs quaking next to him. He was nearly bursting in his pants, but he wanted her to have this. Her soft mewls of pleasure felt like the sweetest music to his ears, spurring him on move his tongue lucidly over her clit and his fingers to explore her welcoming warm depths.
"Sco-" he heard her guttural gasp, and seconds later, he felt her torso arch, body spasm, her insides clenching tightly around his finger for a few seconds, before her legs fell limp.
He fell back onto the floor and leaned his head against the kitchen drawers, panting deeply, trying to subdue his satisfied smirk and failing spectacularly.
Fuck.
Watching Rose fall apart because of him was one of the greatest joys in the world. And to think there was a time when he'd even thought that they'd never get to do this again; it had crushed him.
Rose still hadn't gotten up. He would have been worried, but he could hear her breathing heavily.
"Are you alright up there?" he called out teasingly. He heard Rose chuckling in response. As he got up from the floor, she finally raised herself off the counter, and stared at him. She was still trying to catch her breath, her eyes were sparkling, face had flushed bright red, and her swollen lips were up in a satisfied smirk.
Scorpius swore he'd never seen anyone look this sexy.
He held his breath when he saw Rose reach out to something behind her head, and the next thing he knew her curls had come loose from the bun and were tumbling around her face.
He was hypnotised by the way her hair softly unfurled around her face, the soft yellow light of the overhead kitchen lamps making her hair look more lustrous.
"Wow," he gasped inadvertently, reaching out to touch one of her curls.
"Really? Wow? These copper wires?" asked Rose lightly, raising her eyebrows.
"These copper wires gave me life, Rose," sighed Scorpius, tugging at her hair to bring her face closer to him, "This redhead of yours had always been a delightful sight for the sore eyes. Especially for me."
Rose's eyes widened before she blushed, just so. He leaned forward to kiss her forehead. It amused him and annoyed him that she did not completely register just how much he loved every part of her. Right from the vibrant red hair of hers to the toes, and everything in between.
The soft smile on her face suddenly turned a little too saucy. He could feel his cock twitch at that wicked smile.
Merlin!
She hopped off the kitchen island and started walking out of the kitchen, making him curious about where this was heading. He quietly followed her, his eyes fixed on her swaying hips, hungrily drinking her in. He watched as she pulled her hair to one side of her head, exposing the creamy freckled skin of her back he hoped to run his lips over very soon.
He froze when he saw her raise her hand, the fingers now fiddling with the zipper of her dress in the back.
Mer-fucking-lin.
And then, all of a sudden, she tensed.
He quickly walked up to her, worried. Before he could reach her, she turned around, looking mortified.
"The zipper is stuck! I can't-" she started, blushing furiously, but Scorpius didn't need any explanations.
He was a simple man. He needed to see her naked. At the earliest possible. And he was more than happy to step in.
Which is why he quickly turned her around and snapped her slider off the dress, and pushed the zipper apart. He'd barely gotten a glimpse of the delicious lingerie, when Rose turned around in shock.
"You need to stop destroying my clothes!" she shrieked, sounding annoyed, but her face was telling him a whole other story.
"And you need to stop being so irresistible. But we can't help these things, can we?" he growled before pulling her in into his arms, kissing her fervently.
They'd been apart for too long. Rose's enthusiastic response to his kisses seemed to affirm his thoughts, when she pulled back. He watched in elation as Rose held his gaze and slowly pushed her dress off her shoulders, dragged it across her torso, before pushing it down, the dress landing in a heap at her feet.
His jaw dropped at the sight in front of him. The teen boy inside him that had wondered, for years, what Rose Weasley would look like in dark green bikini, could die happy now.
He probably would have died. Nothing in the world could have prepared him for this.
She looked breathtakingly sexy.
Rose stepped out of her dress and walked backwards, the teasing expression on her face making his nerves tingle in the most infectious way. He followed her as if tailing his prey, his fingers now tearing his waistcoat apart.
"So here I am, in Slytherin colours." she said, almost nonchalantly as leaned against the wall, looking so bloody delectable that had Scorpius counting down till she was underneath him, screaming his name. "Would this sight ever fit in your fantasies?"
Scorpius smirked, loving where this was going. He loved it when Rose teased him like this.
"Okay, there's one. Slytherin would have just won the House cup." he started huskily, his eyes trailing over the soft curves and dips of her body. He would kiss every inch of it tonight. He pulled off his shirt over his head as he walked closer to her, not bothering with the buttons - too much work. Rose's eyes only turned darker as she took him in, her own smirk becoming more pronounced. He was very close now; their chests were now brushing. He could feel her soft breath on his lips. "To celebrate the victory you'd be there, in my dorm, on my bed. You'd open your robe to reveal that you were in nothing but this." he whispered fiercely, hooking a finger under one of the bra straps. Her breath hitched as his finger lightly grazed her shoulders. Her lust-filled eyes spoke volumes about what she wanted next, and Merlin help them if he's not moving within her in the next five minutes. "And then it wouldn't take long before we start fucking senselessly. All night long."
They held each other's gaze for a second too long breathing deeply before their lips crashed against each other hotly. Scorpius pushed her up against the wall, chests pressed flush, her legs wrapped tight around his hips, not even an inch space between them as they kissed breathlessly, as if not getting enough, never getting enough. Rose purred in his ears as he took a moment to relish that magic spot on her neck that had her bucking wildly against his hips. He deftly unhooked her bra and yanked it off her swiftly, before dipping his head to tug softly at a nipple with his teeth.
"Scorpius," she rasped, her head lolling back as she arched against him. Her fingers held onto his hair, urging him to continue, and he happily obliged, taking turns with his tongue now, enjoying the keen cries of pleasure erupting from the back of her throat.
Images of her vibrant hair spread over his sheets, heaving chest, plush lips open in pleasure as their bodies moved together passionately, flooded his mind.
They needed to lie down soon. He needed his full range of motion.
He cupped her arse and moved them away from the wall. Her lips now grazed his neck feverishly, alternating between nipping and sucking.
He rushed towards their stairs, with Rose in his arms, brushing against surfaces as they walked by, their lips never coming apart.
They'd just reached the foot of the stairs, ready to begin the uphill climb, when their floo roared to life, making them both freeze in shock.
"MALFOY!"
SON. OF. A. BITCH!
Scorpius cursed fluently under his breath, while Rose groaned in his arms.
How did Albus cockblocking Potter have such an impeccable timing? How the fuck did he manage to land himself in his house right when he and Rose were so close to having sex after weeks of roller coaster of emotions? How did he always butt in when he wasn't needed?
"Scorp!" he heard Albus call out again.
"I'm going to wring his neck if it's not an emergency," growled Scorpius in frustration as Rose got down from his arms.
What on earth would have happened for him to turn up this late at night?
"Just go and check. It might be something urgent" said Rose cautiously, biting her lip, distracting Scorpius. She looked so good with bright red swollen lips. Her eyes then locked onto his. "Scorp?"
"Yeah," said Scorpius sadly, breaking out of his reverie, "Right. I'll go check."
Grumbling, he moved out of the stairway to head towards the fireplace, not able to believe his luck. First Harry Potter, then his own son? On the same night?
What were the fucking chances?
Fucking cockblocking Potters.
Albus stood sleepily right in front of the fireplace and was flipping through a magazine kept on the settee.
"This better be good, Potter!" snarled Scorpius, alarming Albus, who took cognizance of his friend's current state. Disheveled hair, shirtless, sporting an uncomfortable boner - there was not much to guess about what the idiot walked into.
"Whoa whoa whoa!" exclaimed Albus, looking embarrassed, immediately closing his eyes shut. "You guys carry on. I just wanted to give you back this."
Saying so, Albus extended his hand towards Scorpius. Frowning, Scorpius extended his hand to collect whatever Albus wanted to give back.
Which was the little gift he'd had for Rose - his grandmother's ring. The ring he'd picked up from his parents' place before coming back home to get ready for the date. The ring he thought he'd left behind in the blazer that was haphazardly thrown on his bed after putting Amelia to sleep and before rushing down to meet Rose.
"How did this get left behind at your place?!" he hissed in surprise. He'd planned to give Rose the ring tonight once he knew she was ready for it. He didn't want to overwhelm her.
Albus's eyes snapped open. He too hissed back his reply, "I don't know! You'd shown it to me before you took Amy back home, maybe you dropped it while keeping it back inside. You were carrying a lot of things back home! You ought to be more careful with your precious belongings, Scorpius! If I hadn't found it today-"
"Then what?" challenged Scorpius, glaring at him, "Rose and I were perfectly on our way to have some hot sex, but you just had to turn up to - !"
"What's happening, guys?"
Both turned around to spot Rose, who was dressed in Scorpius's shirt and looking at both of them suspiciously.
"Nothing!" said Scorpius quickly, tucking in the ring in his pocket. Albus had resorted to squawking 'Whoa! half-naked Rose' and closing his eyes as she came into view.
"You haven't told him yet?" Albus asked Rose, squinting through his fingers.
Rose, to Scorpius's amazement, turned bright red. "We got a little sidetracked," she replied, looking sheepish.
What was going on here?
"Oh you horny kids!" laughed Albus, facepalming himself. "Enjoy the night. And you-," he said, looking pointedly at Scorpius, startling him, "Thank me tomorrow for giving you what I gave you. You'll want to give this to her after she talks to you!"
About what?!
"No more spoilers, Al! Thanks!" bristled Rose, now looking annoyed, "Now get out!"
"Sure sure!" said Albus offhandedly while moving to the fireplace. And then he suddenly paused, turning to look at them.
"You guys are cool with being Frank's godparents right? I never asked-"
"YES. AND GET OUT, AL!" roared Scorpius, now advancing towards him. His best friend was such a prick sometimes. There was a time to do each and everything!
"Fine! Fine!"
And a moment later, Albus disappeared in the floo grate.
Cursing under his breath, Scorpius picked out the spare wand hidden right above the floo grate and muttered protection spells to lock the grate and start a fire. It was cold in the room. And no one else was interrupting them tonight.
He turned to look at Rose, who was wringing her hands nervously. She flushed red when he met her gaze.
"Rose, what was Albus talking? Spoilers about what?" he asked cautiously. Albus's words about Rose telling him something had thrown him off. It was just the way he said that made Scorpius feel that they should talk and not just immediately jump into bed.
He then remembered that Rose had said that she wanted to talk to him after he'd put Amelia to bed.
Shit. He'd misinterpreted that as something else entirely, hadn't he?
Did this have to something with Mungo's? Was she alright?
Fear clenched his insides, making his senses flood with worry.
"I think we should talk," said Rose airily, worrying Scorpius even more.
Breathing deeply, he seated himself on the sofa, and Rose joined him, facing him.
She didn't look upset. So that meant it wasn't a bad news.
"Okay. So you know how Healer Waltham said that your medication could lead to irreversible infertility?" she started slowly as she looked straight at his face, as if waiting for the right reaction.
"Yeah?" he replied, not clear on where she was taking this. He thought she'd be addressing something that specifically concerned her.
"He never clarified on the timeline, as to when the infertility might set in. We just assumed that it comes into picture almost immediately - and that, well, we can't actually conceive. But it wasn't true, completely true."
What?!
Scorpius felt his heart stop, every other thought in his brain coming to a standstill.
"Meaning we can keep trying and there's still a possibility that we may have another one?" he asked in disbelief. Rose quietly nodded, a smile breaking on her face.
Scorpius thought there wasn't anything in this world that could make him as miserable as he was happy. Yet here he was.
Bloody hell!
This was insane. Scratch that - ridiculously unbelievable!
All that misery he put himself through. The separation. The self-hate. The blaming on the family name.
Because he believed in something that wasn't eventually true.
He could be a father. Again.
Bloody fucking hell!
He stared at Rose, stunned into silence. She leaned forward, her eyes soft and happy, "Do you also remember the night after when you came back from Mungo's and we had sex?"
"Yes?"
She looked at him pointedly, her face breaking into a wide smile now.
And then it struck him, really struck him.
He suddenly recalled a similar scene, nearly three years ago in the living room, but of his apartment, where a terrified Rose had reached out to him for comfort and had given him the news that changed his life the way he knew it.
She'd looked devastated that night as if dreading fear and rejection.
But right now, she was looking at him as if all their dreams had come true.
His heart rate shot through the roof, a ridiculously heartwarming thought making its way to his mind.
It can't be - but then -
Everything, every-fucking-thing made sense now.
She'd been hogging on ciabatta bread on her first night back at home. Just like she had when she'd been pregnant with Amelia.
She'd nearly bitten James's head off when he'd offered her hot dogs at the party. She'd vomited when he'd made her hot dogs when she'd been pregnant two years ago.
She'd declined a glass of elderflower wine tonight at the date. She loved elderflower wine.
She'd even ordered seafood for dinner. The last time he'd seen her voluntarily eat something she barely liked was when she'd been three months pregnant and had thoroughly enjoyed eating pickles.
"Everything is well. I am healthy. I just need to stay off any alcoholic drinks for a while. It won't suit - well - my hormones. It has been off balance for about six weeks now."
Six weeks. Six weeks since they last had sex.
What she'd said about her hormones didn't make sense to him.
Until now.
He'd completely blocked out the possibility, hadn't he? What else could explain him outlandishly ignoring the signs that were right in front of him all this time?
Blood pounding in his ears and eyes wide, he looked to Rose, suddenly finding emotions overwhelming him.
No fucking way!
She was looking back at him, her expressive eyes brightening up.
"I found out last night, an-and I confirmed at Mungo's today morning. I waited till I was a hundred percent sure," she croaked, her eyes now glistening with tears. She reached out to him with her hands and he clutched them immediately, the hope ballooning within him with each second.
Was this really happening?!
"Rose?" he called softly, waiting for her to confirm what he didn't believe he would ever be lucky to hear again; he was so worried and ecstatic that he might explode with joy any second now. "Are you-? Are we-?"
Fuck, he was tearing up. And he couldn't even complete his sentences.
But thank Merlin for Rose; she always had his back.
"We're having another baby, Scorp!" gushed Rose, cupping his face now, "You and I - we are having another little Weasley-Malfoy."
And that did him in.
He buried himself in her arms, emotions flooding his entirety, tears now escaping his eyes as he laughed, only to be joined by a laughing Rose.
He was going to be a father again!
"We're having another one!" he cried out, pulling back from their hug, feeling as if he'd been struck by lightening
He could feel his blood rushing to his head.
He could feel his inside expanding in joy.
He felt like he was floating in the air.
They were about to have another kid.
Rose was happy crying as well. "Yes! Yes! We are!" she exclaimed, shooting him a wide, watery smile.
He kissed her fiercely, desperately thanking her for being so wonderful, for helping him be the best person, bringing so much happiness in his life that he could have never imagined. Rose held onto him just as tight, pouring out her emotions in the kiss.
He then leaned his forehead against hers, trying to control the tears now.
They needed to stop crying so much. This was amazing! Not just amazing, mindnumbingly phenomenal!
"Amy's going to be a big sister soon!" he gushed, envisioning Amelia with a smaller baby, being the responsible elder sister. The sight warmed his heart so much. His sweet little daughter was going to be an elder sister!
"Yes absolutely," whispered Rose, tracing his jaw softly, her eyes crinkling.
He couldn't stop smiling.
He literally couldn't stop smiling. He felt like he had a hanger in his mouth.
Bloody hell!
Is this what Albus had felt like when he found out that he was going to become a father? No wonder he'd given them a floo call at one in the night!
Something sank within in realisation.
Oh, Albus. That smug little idiot.
"How did Albus find out about this?" he asked, training his eyes on Rose, who then snorted.
"Apparently it was obvious to him," she replied, rolling her eyes, "I was holding my lower stomach a lot today and he just caught up. Told him to keep it quiet it till I told you."
Scorpius's eyes dipped downwards to look at Rose's stomach, right now covered by his shirt.
There was another one growing in there. His little one would be here in this world in a few months.
He got off the sofa, and went down on his knees, placing his hands on the side of Rose's hips.
"Scorpius, what are you doing?" she asked, looking amused.
He bent down to kiss her stomach, making her sigh.
"We don't know whether we have a girl or a boy, right?" he asked, looking up at her.
"Not yet," she replied, her gaze soft on him.
He grinned at her, the reality slowly sinking in.
Their little family was going to grow bigger.
They were about to be parents again, just when the odds were against them.
While Amelia was always going to have her cousins while growing up, she was going to have a sibling as well.
Malfoys had never had siblings. Malfoys by birth had traditionally also been all males.
Scorpius grinned widely. His family was always destined to beat the odds, wasn't he?
He looked up at Rose, who was smiling down happily at him, a whole different scenery than how she'd been when she told she was pregnant the last time.
Guess it was time to give Rose her gift.
Or rather along-awaited gift for them.
"In the interest of keeping up the tradition," he said, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice. He dug into his pocket. Rose looked curious about where he was taking this.
He pulled out the ring and held it out for her in his hands, making her gasp loudly.
"Marry me again, Weasley?"
Rose stared back at him, her mind blank.
There was no way she was imagining this, right?
Scorpius actually wasn't on his knee, holding up the most beautiful diamond ring she'd ever seen between his fingers and asking her to marry him.
Right?
Was she in one of her dreams? Was she reliving the time he'd asked her to marry him, making her feel as if it was the worst and the best idea he could have come up with?
Wait, he asked her to marry him again. Again. As in the second time. And last time he wasn't holding a ring.
She could feel the warmth from the fireplace. She could smell his cologne. She could feel her insides squirming in shock and excitement, a feeling she would associate with when Scorpius was around her.
Okay, she wasn't imagining this.
"Scorp!" she managed to gasp, her heart thudding violently against her chest. Her eyes fluctuated between Scorpius and the ring he was holding, "Wha-Why?"
"Well," he started slowly, looking highly amused, "You are pregnant with my child. As the honorable thing to do -"
"Scorpius Malfoy!" she called out reproachfully. This was not the time to joke. She was feeling extremely light-headed, struggling to comprehend this - the situation, what he'd said, the ring -
Which is when Scorpius chuckled and looked at her softly, making her calm down and make her body hum in the sweetest possible way.
He leaned forward. "The first wedding we had was something that we did out of compulsion, but little did I know that it was just the beginning of something beautiful. We have restarted our relationship and I want to do this right, starting with a proper engagement ring."
He waved the ring lightly in his hands and then continued, "And I want to celebrate it, celebrate us, share our happiness with others. I want to watch you walk down the aisle knowing that you love me and that we're destined to spend the rest of our lives together. I want our kids - bloody hell, Rose, kids! - to celebrate with the rest of the family. I want to dance with you till my feet don't move anymore. I want to renew my vows with the most beautiful woman in the world, who chose me -"
Rose kissed him hard on his lips, wounding her arms around his neck tightly. Grinning against her lips, Scorpius kissed her back soundly, making the tears resurface.
How, just how, was he so wonderful? He made her body ache with the sweetness of all of it. Every moment with him reminded her of why she'd loved him for so long and so much.
This was precisely one of those moments that she thanked herself for never giving up on him. How else would she have ever felt the happiness that made her feel so overwhelmed that she was worried that she'd explode?
She felt Scorpius pulling back from the kiss, his eyes shining bright and playful.
"Does this mean it's a yes? I'm a little confused" he asked, shooting her a roguish wink.
Rolling her eyes, she said, "It means I am thinking about it."
"Oh you little minx!"
He pulled her forward to kiss her again, making her laugh uncontrollably.
She felt so full and wholesome right now. Every nerve in her body was stirring in absolute bliss.
Was this how proposals were supposed to make you feel?
It felt pretty damn perfect.
She extended her left hand towards him and he slipped on the ring, which settled in nicely next to her wedding band. Scorpius kissed her hands softly, which is when she saw it. The light from the fire hit the diamond in the centre sharply, revealing a M outline, making her gasp.
"It's a family ring," said Scorpius, as if reading her mind. "Belonged to my grandmother, and now, it's yours."
Rose stared back at him, grappling with the enormity of this announcement. It felt like an honour, really, wearing the Malfoy family ring. This was a big, big responsibility.
"You're officially a Malfoy, now," whispered Scorpius, kissing her nose softly.
"I became a Malfoy nearly three years ago when I married you." she said, shooting him a lopsided grin.
"Who would've thought?" He matched her smile and she felt herself melt. Sometimes, it felt so unfair that he had so much power over her that she'd be helpless and become a putty in his hands. But then, he was the only one who was allowed to make her feel so. As it should be.
Rose sighed happily. Her life couldn't get better. Their lives couldn't get better.
Scorpius's eyes clouding over, his happy look slipping into the seductive one, made her realise that she was wrong, and their lives were about to get a whole lot better.
"So, Weasley," he said, his fingers skirting her bare knees, making her bite her lip. "I believe we were in the middle of something."
"Is that so?" she teased, holding back a moan as she felt Scorpius move in and graze her neck with his lips. His lips were so soft! "I don't-"
"We did get engaged," he growled in her ear, his tongue teasing the shell of her ear, making her toes curl in pleasure, making her forget what she was about to say. Damn this man! "How about we celebrate now? And make up for our unofficial engagement from three years ago as well?"
What happened next happened in matter of mere moments
This lips meeting each other again feverishly.
Scorpius pulling his shirt off her, making goosebumps erupt all over.
Rose unbuckling his pants and touching him, making him groan against her lips.
Scorpius pushing her hand away and dragging her underwear off with his teeth, just as he'd promised.
Rose lining him with her centre, desperate to feel him inside her.
They'd had too many interruptions the entire. This was the moment they'd been waiting for. The moment they'd truly been pining for for weeks.
Rose gasped as Scorpius raised her hips and thrust smoothly into her. He shuddered softly into her shoulders, breathing deeply, taking a moment to adjust himself . She held onto his shoulders, her eyes fluttering close at the overwhelming sensation of being filled.
"Merlin, Rose!" he whispered, almost painfully, his lips tracing her ear as he slowly started to move his hips.
She heartily agreed but she had been reduced to mumbling incoherently. She bit into his shoulder, trying to muffle her screams as he started to pick up pace, moving faster into her. His hands then tangled in her hair, his lips catching hers, feral and frenzy in movement. She then felt him cup her arse and lift her off the sofa and her eyes widened at the new angle, feeling him go deeper. The blinding heat between them was soaring as he moved his hips deliberately, each thrust measured and controlled.
"Hold on," he whispered gruffly in her ears. She felt him lift her by the waist, and then, he was lying back on the carpet and she was on top on him.
He winked at her, and she felt something tighten in her gut.
His hands roved over her torso, one finger curling itself into one on her locks tickling her chest. His eyes fiercely locked onto hers as he thrust up into her just as she moved down on him, building a rhythm that was getting her senses all tingly, the heat in her groin growing.
She looked down at him, feeling as if she was seeing him for the first time. blown away by his now plump lips, ruffled hair, flushed cheeks, darkened eyes as they bore into her, the soft grunts that escaped his mouth as they moved together. The fiery passion in his eyes that seemed amplified by the reflection of the fireplace in his pale blue eyes, made her insides throb achingly.
She bit her lip, trying to hold in her emotions as they tried to rattle her. She loved him so goddamn much.
Scorpius increased his pace, his fingers now digging into her hips, holding her. She gasped, holding onto his chest and his arms for support, the heat within her growing as he rammed up into her faster. The rhythm was making everything feel so unreal, his hands were now running everywhere, his eyes dark with desire. He pulled her down towards him and she fell on him softly, their lips meeting again fervidly.
He wrapped one of his arms tight around her lower back, pushing her hips and he moved up into her, making her gasp against his open mouth. His lips moved up against her neck aggressively her locks framed his face. Her eyes were tight shut, feeling the pleasure mounting by the second - his hand slipped between them to stroke her her clit in slow circles - her hands grabbed onto the carpet, twisting it brutally within her fists as her pleasure climbed -
The heat from the lower part of her belly compounded into a fiery explosion. And she flew.
Everything around her disappeared as stars burst in front of her eyes, the second orgasm of the night racking her body.
Seconds later, she felt, Scorpius groaned unevenly into her ears as she felt him spasm underneath her, his fingers now burnt onto her hips as he held on to her as if for his dear life. Then he completely stilled, moving for a second just to press a wet kiss against her cheek. Her entire body tingled in the aftermath, her limbs trembling as she felt waves of pleasure float through her cells, leaving her as coherent as a mass of muscle.
For a few minutes, there was no sound in the air but that of the fire crackling away merrily, of two heartbeats thumping away in rhythm, and two breaths slowing down from the high they just achieved.
Rose slowly sat up, still trying to regain her breath. She opened her eyes to gaze down at her husband. Scorpius was pink in the face, his hair all disheveled. His eyes were closed, his lips were turned up into a content smile.
She sighed - he was so beautiful, he made her heart ache. She lightly ran her fingers across the scar on his left cheek that was now fading.
He was perfect. They were perfect.
Scorpius's eyes snapped open as her fingers graced his jawline. His eyes suddenly twinkled as he seemingly took in the view atop him, butterflies erupting within her as his eyes burned into hers. His lips parted in a gasp as she ran her fingers lightly across his splendid torso she would have believed was probably painted on if she didn't have the privilege of running her hands and lips all over it.
He was so ridiculously wonderful. And he was hers, somehow.
They simply looked at each other, soaking in each other's presence.
They'd been through so much together, ever since they knew each other: friendship, heartbreaks, distance, unplanned pregnancies, marriage, near-divorce -
And yet here they were, stupidly, happily in love.
And the realisation that this was just the beginning of their lives together triggered a tsunami of emotions within Rose. Happiness, nervousness, anticipation, hope - they crowded her senses, making her overwhelmed. She recalled the wedding they'd had over two years ago where all these emotions popped up within her in bursts.
But there was a certainty associated with all of them that made her emotions seem stronger manifold.
All because she knew Scorpius Malfoy, the love of her life, loved her, Rose Weasley, back and wanted to be with her.
His eyes that were currently trained on her were so full of love and affection that it made her feel wonderfully whole. This was not unlike what she'd seen all those nights ago the first time they'd made love in his room. She really had been blind to not notice how he felt much earlier.
Bygones were bygones, and now they were starting again together, but this time there was no inch of a doubt of how this might go ahead.
His hands traced her torso as if memorising every inch of her. He curled a stray lock of her hair around his finger, tugging at it affectionately. He really did love her hair, didn't he? And to all those years of misery when she'd thought he found her hair funny.
His thumbs drew circles around her waist, and then slowly moved to trace her lower belly. He smiled widely at her just as she felt emotional.
Their lives were about to change. Yet again.
Her breath hitched as his hands moved upwards to cup her breasts, the rough pads of his thumbs brushing over her nipples; he was suddenly breathing a little more deeply. Rose felt his lower abdominal muscles tighten under her feather light touches. Seeing him react to her touches like this made her feel powerful and divine.
She grinned down at him and opened her mouth, desperately trying to keep away the tremor in her voice as his thumbs brushed faster against her nipples, making them harder. "You seem to be doing a lot of staring. It's not the first time you're seeing a woman naked now, are you Mr. Malfoy?"
His eyes widened in recognition, his eyebrows raised at the familiar words. His face broke into a smirk as he dropped his hands from her chest; Rose knew he was up to no good. That sexy smirk of his had always been her undoing, and the way he was looking at her, along with that smirk, meant that she was in major trouble.
She bit her lip, trying to keep in her moan as Scorpius moved his hips upwards into her, and she started, suddenly aware of the hardness between her legs; he was ready to go again.
OH. MY.
His playful eyes caught hers as he slowly sat up, his chest brushing hers. Her breathing quickened as his face drew level with hers, his hands now back on her hips, holding them in place.
"Oh I think I am," he whispered throatily, kissing her affectionately on her nose. "Mrs. Malfoy," he added shyly.
Mrs. Malfoy.
It struck her that ever since they'd gotten married, he rarely ever addressed her as Mrs. Malfoy. She could probably count these instances in one hand.
She suddenly felt a rush of affection for Scorpius. "Well, Mrs. Malfoy likes it." she replied just as softly, rubbing her nose against his and giggling.
She had merely pulled back, still tittering, before he captured her lips again, silencing her immediately. He wrapped one arm around her waist and flipped them over, making her squeak in surprise when she found herself on her back, the soft material of the carpet caressing her bare back.
"Well then," he said silkily, touching her with his fingers, making her arch against the carpet. "It's time Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy have some more fun."
The way he was looking her was making her blood boil. He smirked at her before he thrust into her again, locking his fingers in hers, and moved with a familiar rhythm, their moans and gasps melding with the cackle of fire coming from the fireplace.
"So, that happened"
"Of course it did!"
"Does that mean you're my fiancee-slash-wife-slash-partner for life, now?"
"Maaaaybe."
"I proposed."
"You need to get me food first."
"We had dinner few hours ago."
"What's your point?"
After catching up on some unbelievably knee-buckling sexy time and lapsing into their previous banter, Rose and Scorpius were currently curled up next to the couch by the fireplace, the comforter on the sofa wrapped around them. The fire embers were cackling happily, while the couple was now eating chips and some Belgian dark chocolate ice-cream. It was well past two in the night, but neither showed any sign of sleepiness yet, both high and alert on their endorphins.
The night had truly gone beyond what either could have expected. But that had been his life in a nutshell.
Scorpius watched silently as Rose happily scooped out a spoonful of the ice-cream from the tub, before landing it in her mouth, her eyes closed in bliss.
They really never had this, did they? Just sitting back down after sex, and talking away into the night. Every moment previously had been about quick coupling as if racing against time.
But this, this felt incredibly loving, and the thought of sharing this feeling with Rose for a lifetime was so heartwarming that he though he would spontaneously combust from the happiness that was ballooning inside him.
He observed her as she silently feasted on the ice-cream. Her face was flushed pleasantly red, the lips pleasantly swollen. Her hair was absolutely wild, having had run through his fingers all night. The curve of her neck and shoulders were peppered with love bites, some of them very likely to purple in a few hours, he he thought bemusedly. The amusement turned into disgust, as Rose picked up a chip from the packet he handed over and scraped the top of the ice-cream tub in her arms.
He gagged when she popped the chip in her mouth. Her face coloured when she spotted his reaction.
"It's an acquired taste, alright?" said Rose affronted, trying to hide her blush.
"Sure. But it may just be the worst combination that I have seen you try. And we went through some insane ones when you were pregnant with Amy."
"Well, it's time you get used to new ones!" she said, bright red splotches making its way to her cheeks, "Cravings can change with pregnancies."
Pregnancies. Something swooped inside him at that word.
It was still sinking in. He was to be a dad once again.
All thanks to the incredible woman in front of him.
Happiness bloomed inside him when he got a glimpse of the Malfoy family ring on her left hand. He'd been nervous as hell when he'd asked her to marry him again, even bracing himself for dismissive comments or an argument for the need for hosting a second wedding celebration.
But things had gone way smoother than he'd anticipated.
And here they were, expecting another kid in a few months, and getting ready to renew their vows.
"When do you want to keep the wedding ceremony?" he asked, leaning back against the sofa.
The spoon of ice-cream that was making its way to her mouth stopped. Rose put down her spoon and nervously smiled at him, warming his heart.
She was adorable.
"Well I feel like this year is out of question," she replied, tugging the comforter around her tighter, "We will be too busy with the newest addition to the family in the latter half of the year. I'd want to do it probably a year after the baby is born, once the baby weans off. What about you? What are you thinking?"
"I am thinking I just want to get married to you again. Time doesn't matter." he replied, winking at her.
Rose blushed but she poked him nevertheless. "I'm serious. When do you want to get married?"
Scorpius hesitated, realising he didn't have a proper answer to that. He was honestly up for anything as long as they were getting married.
"Well," he'd started slowly, trying to envision his dream wedding, "I always thought fall was a lovely time to get married. It's not too cold, not too warm. So yeah, maybe October next year."
Rose's smile slipped a bit. "Are you sure you're not saying October next year because I said I want to wait for a year -"
Scorpius chuckled. "Nope. It's just that I want us to have a wedding where I shouldn't be too worried about us dancing or drinking or having fun. I really want this to be the party we'd always wanted to throw."
The smile returned on her face, and then some more.
"What else have you thought of? Regarding the wedding?" she asked, now shifting closer to him. Scorpius could feel her legs grazing his.
"Nah, that's it," he replied sheepishly, distracted by one of the curls fluttering against her neck. Her hair was beautiful. He imagined her in a wedding gown and he felt himself get emotional. "I'd care more about taking off that wedding gown off you and ravishing you all night long."
She laughed and then propped her against her hand, the elbow resting on the sofa, her expression playful. "I think you and I would just pass out after the wedding. Taking care of two kids is not easy. We'll be exhausted."
"What?! Noooo. Amy is such a good girl - let's hope the other one is just as sweet." he exclaimed, making her snort loudly.
He bristled. Scorpius was failing to understand what was so funny.
"When you are a Weasley, you have at least one kid who's a complete nutjob," she said, a knowing look in her eye, "Gender no bar"
"Ah, finally an explanation for you."
Scorpius received a cushion to his face in response. He put down the pillow shooting her a lopsided smile.
"Fine - let's just hope for the best." he conceded. And then as an afterthought, "Do you think we'll have another girl next?"
Rose sighed happily. "Maybe. It could be a boy as well."
Scorpius prepared himself. He'd wondered if he'll ever get the chance again. And now that he knows there is an opportunity, he won't let it go.
"Can we please name the next one after a constellation or a star?! Dad nearly had a coronary when I told him that we would be naming our daughter something - well - simple."
Rose's eyes narrowed. "Amelia is a regal name, especially in the muggle world. Auriga was borderline mockery."
Well, she did have a point, Scorpius surmised.
"I promise I'll come up with something much better," he replied, tugging at her nose. "Just let me have this one? The next one to be named after a star?Please?"
Scorpius made the face that he knew would melt her. And surely, he could sense her guard come down.
"If it is something like Hyperion, I swear to Merlin-" Rose started, but he squeezed her hand to reassure her.
"It won't be! Trust me on that."
"Okay fine," conceded Rose, smiling. Then she looked at the packet of crisps he held. "Can I have some more chips please?"
"Nope," he replied sternly. packing up the food. "It's not good for your health to binge eat food with high calories and fat. Especially after midnight"
Rose stared at him wide-eyed for a moment before she smirked.
"Ooh look at you bossing me around!" she said, quirking her eyebrow, "It's kind of sexy."
"I am always sexy." he drawled, smirking at her. But he knew better. "And you aren't getting more chips. We are done for tonight."
"Oh come on!" came her indignant cry.
They sat in comfortable silence next. Rose leaned her head against his shoulder and found his right hand with her left one, weaving her fingers through his. He clenched her hand, before pressing a kiss to the side of her head.
Another question popped in his mind. He wasn't sure if this was the right time to do it. Things were going so well.
But then, he didn't want to hold in his worries anymore. As he'd learned from the past, it wouldn't bode well for him, and for them.
"You wanted to have more kids, right?" he blurted, feeling the back of his neck burn. "I don't know if we'll be able to do that later, having kids you know."
Rose turned to look at him, an undecipherable expression on his face.
"Honey-!" she called, cupping his face and making his heart flutter.
She'd never called him that before. This was new.
She too had seemed to realise what she had just called him and she turned pink.
Honey - he could get used to that.
"Go on," he smiled.
"Having one more after this - it's not in our control" smiled Rose, absentmindedly tracing the scars on his chest. "If we want more kids, we'll try. If we can't have kids, we'll adopt. We may also choose to not have more. All I care for is having you by my side and experiencing the joys of life with you."
Something within him expanded in relief and his grin became wider. He moved to plant a kiss on her lips. His heart sang a song of its own as he felt her smile against his lips.
He could get used to being this happy. It felt really nice.
Rose pulled back from the kiss, still beaming at him.
"I love you," she whispered, looking straight into his eyes, making him do a happy dance inside.
He could get used to hearing this, everyday, for the rest of his life as well.
"I love you, too." he smiled back, leaning forward to kiss her softly.
"I think we should just live in the moment. Take one step at a time. Not worry about what'll happen later." said Rose, her voice light as she leaned her head on his shoulder again.
"Really? You're saying that?" he asked, amused. Rose Weasley rarely did things spontaneously. She always had a plan.
Unless there were spiked alcohol and unplanned pregnancies involved, she was mostly on track.
She returned his amused smile. "Oh come on. Do you really think your eighteen year old self could have seen all of this coming?"
Scorpius gazed at her, her words sinking in.
Nope, his younger self could definitely not have seen this coming. His eighteen year old self had only envisioned becoming a successful Auror and taking life easy. Even if he could go back in time and meet his eighteen year old self and tell him that in seven years time he would be married to his best friend and have a kid with her, the Scorpius from the past would have laughed. Because it would have just seemed that impossible at that time. His eighteen year old self would have also not envisioned him taking a break from work to focus on his mental health. Because he wouldn't have anticipated what he went through until he did.
But that's what life was about, wasn't it? No matter how much they planned or thought forward, curveballs could be, would be, thrown at him. He'll just have to learn to play well with them.
Whatever they were imagining now, about the future, may or may not come true.
Really, how much of the future could they predict accurately right now?
They had no idea that in a few months, they'd discover that Amelia would be having not just one, but two siblings - two blonde identical twin boys whom they'd name Pollux 'Paul' Ronald Malfoy and Castor 'Cas' Draco Malfoy, making Scorpius (and his father) very happy.
Perhaps, Ron Weasley, while being delighted to have one of his grandsons take his name, would never get over his name being placed next to the Malfoy family name. Draco Malfoy, while being delighted at finally having a large family, would bemoan about all his grand-kids being peppered with the Weasley freckles for a long time to come.
How were they to know now that Scorpius's break from work would extend to almost two years, as he would take charge of taking care of the twins, who were turning out to be a handful, much to the delight of their grand-uncle George Weasley who had sworn to take them under his wing. Which is when the couple would decide they definitely don't want more kids, and Scorpius would make peace with his infertility.
They also couldn't predict right now that Scorpius would return to being an on-field Auror in less than three months after rejoining, acing all the exams and the physicals, justifying the top Auror graduate award he'd won all those years ago.
And the wedding they were envisioning almost two years from now, would probably further get pushed by another two years, due to the pending arrival of Cynthia Jane Malfoy, an another "miracle" pregnancy courtesy a bathroom rendezvous at Lily Potter and Ryan Smith's wedding reception, coincidentally fulfilling Rose's earlier dream of having a large family (read: 4 kids) with Scorpius. Albus would be exceptionally delighted at Cynthia's arrival because Albus's daughter Heather will be born within a week from her, and he would know that they'll grow up to be very close, just like he and Rose had been.
And maybe, after finally using a birth control plan (because Scorpius's swimmers just couldn't be trusted) and their careers stabilizing, they'd finally renew their vows on the day they would complete seven years of marriage. Rose would probably be walked down the aisle by their kids. Amelia would perhaps be stern with her father as she handed over her mother, telling him to always love her mother and keep giving her special hugs because they make her mother very happy, much to the couple's embarrassment and guests' amusement. Maybe Pollox and Castor (aided by an enthusiastic Frank) would wreak absolute havoc at the wedding, making George, James, and Fred very proud. Cynthia would find herself showing first signs of magic at the wedding after turning Heather's hair blue. Rose and Scorpius would end up dancing and partying all night, only to pass out with their kids in the wedding suite they had booked, proving that Rose Weasley was always right, something she would bring up often while they bickered.
Back when he'd been twenty-three, he was so busy with work that he couldn't imagine himself having a stable dating life till he was thirty. He had no idea that when he'd be thirty, he would be actually be renewing his wedding wows with his wife of seven years while raising four wonderful kids and restarting his journey as an Auror.
Really, how much of the future could they really predict at the moment? So was there any point in stressing themselves out?
Rose was still looking at him, awaiting an answer.
"Yeah, you're right," he admitted, wrapping an arm around her and squeezing her shoulder. "I couldn't have predicted my life turning out this way. Things changed; life flung a lot of challenges our way, and probably will keep doing so-"
"And we'll power through them, Scorp. Together." said Rose, kissing his cheek and smiling, "If there's one thing that I'm sure of, it's that."
"I agree. Besides, we Malfoys have had this going on for years." Scorpius smirked, brushing her hair out of her face. "In the end, no matter what challenges come our way, we figure things out."
And they did.
Author's Note:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand it's a wrap! With this, MGIGO comes to an end and the story is officially marked as complete.
*wipes a tear*
As some of you might have deciphered, the alternate ending or the 33rd chapter was the epilogue, the Rose/Scorpius wedding talked about towards the end. But the story was coming full circle and this ending with a quick glimpse into their future seemed to fall in more naturally with their storyline, hence wrapped it up with this one. Not ruling out a companion (future based) one-shot to this story at this point, because really, who knows what the future holds ;)
It's taken this story 10 years to reach its completion point, but I feel very proud of the fact that I finished this. I sincerely hope that all the wait for the story's conclusion was worth it for all the lovely people who'd been checking in on this site over the years for an update.
I can't thank you guys enough for the push to keep me going and wrap this story up! Seriously, the messages and I reviews I went through after logging in back to FFNET really made me emotional. Knowing that there are people out there who are cheering for you to cross the finish line, can really motivate you and to dive back in.
Major shoutout to the following people who kept me entertained and motivated with their constant support through reviews and hilarious messages after the comeback - Hamptonator365, SuperWitch92, DutchScoRoseFan, MayisGJ, IcyDevil (you persistent devil, you!), Sroman, Ellania, Titli Ghosh, Sebastian Alejandro Daz, Rhy (set up an account, please! MUST. REPLY), my desi fam, and the guest/anonymous reviewers with their insane comments and predictions - you guys absolutely rock!
What's next:
1. Completing the prequel/companion piece - Before Malfoy Had It Goin' On. The following chapters are in the pipeline: Rose & Timothy's breakup, Rose and Scorpius's First Kiss, Scorpius Graduating from the Auror Academy, Rose & Scorpius's hookup, Rose Discovering She's Pregnant. There might be two or more other chapters in the middle, but this story will strictly be less than 15 chapters. Also I have a poll up for what is probably the most anticipated chapter in this series *coughbathroomsexcough* - now that you got a glimpse of what their respective stories for the night were, do participate and vote for which PoV you want!
2. Publishing the new Rose-Scorpius ficlet - A List of Seven. Had been itching to do a coming-of-age Hogwarts fluff for a while now. Will definitely be shorter than MGIGO and will have a lot of popular teen story tropes. The prologue/first chapter should be out in the next few weeks - so all those interested, keep an eye out for it :)
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