A/N: Quite honestly I probably should not be starting another fanfiction story at all, let alone another Rose/Scorpius fanfiction because I already have two of them going (The Dragon Club 2 and I Chose you). Not to mention my other fanfics that I am currently working on (The Time Spiral, Mudbloods For Sale and The Problems With Being a Muggle). HOWEVER, at times when I try to work on one of those aforementioned fanfics, I find myself typing this one.

Full Summary: Rose and Scorpius harbored a secret friendship and relationship for years. At the end of their seventh year at Hogwarts Rose discovered she was pregnant. Knowing their families would disapprove and do all they could to keep the two apart, Rose and Scorpius ran away together and hid in the muggle world. Five years later their secrets are slowly unraveling.

I plan for the first two (possibly three) chapters to be a bit of a backstory and then it will jump to "five years later." I'm not sure how often I will be able to update this story. I have a lot of bits and pieces of it already written, but I need to fill in the missing parts. I do not plan for this to be a very long story so I can focus more on the other ones I have going.

Another quick note: I have not read any Rose/Scorpius stories like this one. Please let me know if there is already one out there because I would not want any author(s) to think I am copying their work/ideas. This is my first T rated story although that rating might change in future chapters. It's rated T mostly for language.

PLEASE let me know if you like where this story is going and want me to continue it.

Looking forward to hearing your feedback,

MofDA

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Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy could not remember a time when he didn't love Rose Weasley. They'd met long before Hogwarts. It had been chance; a random day when her father had been unexpectedly called into work at the Auror office while watching Rose and her brother. He'd had to bring them with him to the Ministry and leave them at the day care the Ministry provided.

Scorpius himself almost always went to work with his father. Both of his parents worked, even though neither of them had to with the Malfoy fortune to live off of. His mother worked at St. Mungo's and the hospital did not provide a day care for working parents. Of course this didn't perturb the young Malfoy. From the age of three he had most Ministry officials wrapped around his adorable little fingers.

They were four years old when they were put into the day care together for the very first time. He could vividly remember the first time he laid eyes on her. For a moment he thought, in the way toddlers do, that perhaps some careless worker had put a wild cat into the room because all he saw was fiery orange hair. Then she turned to face him.

She had a delicate heart-shaped face, big blue eyes, and was sporting a rather ugly frown. "What's wrong?" he had asked.

Rose had ignored him in the shy way children sometimes ignore each other. Backing into a corner by the playhouse and hiding behind it. After it became quite clear to her that the boy was not going to leave, she'd peeked out and snapped quickly, "Who're you?"

"Scor," he said, as that was all of his name he could pronounce properly at the time.

She giggled, hiding her face again, "I'm Rose," he heard her soft voice say. That was all it took for him to know to that one day, he was going to marry that girl.

...

Over the next seven years their friendship grew drastically. After that first encounter, Rose had begged to go to work with her father. Then, when her father had retired from the Auror Office and began working at the joke shop with his brother, she'd begged to go to work with her mother.

Going to work with her mother was often unpleasant because Hermione Weasley worked longer hours than her husband and Rose didn't like being stuck there if Scorpius wasn't there that particular day.

For the first year she had told her parents about her friend, 'Scor,' they misunderstood her toddler-talk accent and thought she was speaking of Scarlett Thomas, a girl her age who was at the day care every day with her father. Perhaps, Rose assumed, 'Scor' sounded like 'Scar' to the silly mind of an adult.

However, she did not correct them. When, at the age of six, she'd learned Scorpius's surname and the fact that her family was meant to dislike his, she even encouraged her parent's misconception. She would say things like, "Then Scarlett and I went to the Fountain of Magical Brethren and poured in three galleons!"

"Rose," her mother would scold, "you know you're not supposed to leave the day care and wander about the Ministry! Merlin only knows how you manage to sneak out of that place so often! You must get it from your father's side of the family."

"Three galleons!" her father would exclaim, "Bloody hell! When I was your age, I'd never even seen a galleon, let alone had three of them to just throw away!"

"Oh, Daddy," she had giggled, "it's not throwing them away. They use the money from the fountain to be donated to St. Mungo's hospital. So I'm helping those poor sick people."

"That's my girl," he'd reply proudly. Then they would get ice cream.

...

Hogwarts. The day they had both dreamed of. They'd boarded the train separately, and met in private for many years. Volumes of books could be written about the escapades those two had at night throughout the castle.

Adventures in hidden corridors, Charms practice in forgotten classrooms, swimming in the Black Lake, and so much more. It wasn't until the beginning of Sixth Year that the nature of their relationship changed abruptly from 'best friends' to 'best friends who were desperately in love.'

"Check...mate," said Rose with a smirk as she jumped to her feet for a quick victory dance.

"I don't understand why you always get so bloody excited about winning," grumbled Scorpius as he swiped the pieces off of the board and into a waiting box. "You win every time."

"That's not the point though, is it? The point is that I beat you at chess! Again! What's wrong?" she teased as she caught him staring at her with his mouth agape. "Bloody hell, did I put my skirt on inside out again this morning? I overslept because we were out late together last night."

"No," he coughed, "your skirt is fine."

"Then what were you staring at?" she inquired as she continued to search her skirt for a rip or a stain.

"Kiss me."

Rose blanched, "What?"

"Just...kiss me," he was on his feet coming toward her. He stopped less than a foot in front of her and Rose knew why. He wouldn't come onto her if his advances were unwanted; he wasn't that sort. She would have to make the first move.

So she did. It was such an ordinary moment for such an extraordinary thing to happen. Neither had ever experienced anything like it in their short sixteen years of life. Stars exploded behind her eyes as his tongue explored her mouth and he groaned, attacking her lips like he'd die if he stopped kissing her.

Their first kiss grew almost immediately into their first time making love and the next morning, upon waking, they agreed that they were officially a couple. Of course nobody knew about them.

Scorpius Malfoy had bad reputations no matter who you asked. And each one of them was wrong. If you asked Slytherins, they would tell you he was a blood traitor who didn't have proper pride. If you asked a Gryffindor they would tell you he was a Dark Magic user who wished Voldemort was still alive so he could become a Death Eater. If you asked his parents they would say he was a perfect little angel who did no wrong.

The only person in the entire world who had the correct opinion of him was Rose. Rose had undeserved reputations of her own as well. Almost everyone believed that she was perfect. She was a saint and a genius. Scorpius, of course, knew she had flaws. He knew she had limitations. They were the only two people in the world who were able to look past parentage and gossip and see the truth in each other.

It was natural, then, for them to fall in love as they had. They had tried often to convince their families that the other was a good person. Scorpius's father had said, "Rose Weasley?" with a snort, "a decent witch, you say? There's no such thing as a decent Weasley, Scorpius, and you would do well to remember that. The lot of them are greedy, dirty, uncivilized people whose blood has been tainted with the blood of muggles."

Astoria Malfoy was quick to agree with her husband, "Your father is correct. We all know that muggles are barely above animals, Scorpius. And Weasley's breed with them."

...

"Scorpius Malfoy?" Ron had boomed with laughter, "Now, Rosie-kins, if you think that he's a an alright bloke, then he's fooled you. Don't think I'm prejudiced just because of his name, either. Well, sure, Malfoys are all inherently evil. The inbreeding in that family has caused all of them to lose some humanity. But I've heard things about Scorpius from your other cousins. He's a Slytherin. In all my years I've only ever met one Slytherin who didn't turn Dark Side. One! And even he had issues!" He had been speaking of Severus Snape and Rose knew this.

Rose had hoped that of all people, her kind and logical mother would have a different viewpoint. But as it turned out, this was one of the few things that Hermione and Ron Weasley had the same conclusion of. "I knew his father in school. I knew his grandfather, too, to some extent. I'm not saying that Scorpius is his father, I'm just saying that people tend to end up being the type of parents that their parents were. Scorpius may seem okay to you, dear, but I promise you that Draco will have done something to screw him up."

...

"We'll need to try again," Scorpius said vehemently as he held Rose's hand. They were sitting in the very top of the Astronomy Tower, dangling their legs over the ledge. Rose was in tears and Scorpius was doing his best to comfort her.

They had just completed their NEWTs the day before and again Rose found herself feeling so bloody thankful that she had gotten those exams over with before today. Because today was the day she found out that she was pregnant. Scorpius Malfoy's child was growing inside of her.

Her first reaction, upon seeing the potion glow positive, had not been to panic or scream or cry. She had smiled. Love filled her so quickly and completely that it left her dizzy in it's wake. She loved that little child more than she loved anything or anyone in her life. More, even, than her love for Scorpius.

After the dust had settled and her brain caught up with everything, then she had panicked and sought Scorpius immediately. They were speaking now of their parents. "We're graduating tomorrow," Scorpius said this with encouragement, "We're both of age. They can't stop us from being together."

...

After graduation and the party and feast with her family, Rose found herself, finally, mercifully, at home with nobody but her parents as Hugo was spending the night at the Potter's house. "I forgot how beautiful Hogwarts was," said Hermione wistfully as she pulled off her high-heeled shoes, "It's been ages since we've been there."

Ron looked like he was feeling a bit nostalgic himself when he said, "Yeah, do you remember Fluffy? And the Death Day Party? Blimey, we were so young."

"Mum? Dad?" Rose entered the kitchen timidly.

"Yes, Dear?" Hermione was beaming at her daughter with love and pride.

"I have a question for both of you. It's a very important question and I hope, very much, that you will both be open-minded and hear me out."

"Of course," said Ron whose face was now serious and a touch severe.

"I don't know any other way to say this than to just say it. I'm in love. I am very, very in love and I desperately seek your approval."

Ron's face turned green. Hermione's smile broadened, "Who is he?"

"Well, er, you see, that's the thing..."

"Merlin's balls," Ron stammered, "it's not a 'she' is it? Blimey I hope not, I was really looking forward to having grandkids some day."

"No! Oh, Dad, no, it's not a girl! He's very much a man, I assure you."

"Then what's the problem?"

"It's Scorpius. Scorpius Malfoy."

Ron and Hermione exchanged a sharp look before Hermione darted off to the drawing room. "Where is it?" she yelled to her husband.

"In the top desk drawer! Behind the spare bits of parchment and my old Chuddley Cannons hat!" Ron screamed back.

"What's going on?" Rose snapped.

"I've got it!" Hermione held the vial of potion above her head triumphantly. "Now, Rose, this is going to taste right foul, but I promise you'll be alright."

"I don't...understand."

"Of course you don't, Sweetheart," said Ron soothingly, "but it's obvious that Malfoy has somehow managed to slip you a love potion. Perhaps as a practical joke, but it's best if you just take the antidote without a fuss..."

"I'M NOT UNDER THE EFFECTS OF A LOVE POTION!" her voice echoed off of the kitchen walls, "and why on earth do you have antidotes to love potions on hand?"

"I had a bad run-in with one years ago, not important at the moment," bristled Ron, "as much as you don't want to believe it, Malfoy has put you under the influence of some sort of potion or spell..."

"No," Rose objected, "he has not. We've been dating for almost two years now and we've been friends for so much longer. I know that if you just gave him a chance you'd both really like him!"

"Oh...oh, Rosie, no..." Hermione's mind went immediately to the brief conversations they'd had of Scorpius Malfoy in the past. Why hadn't she noticed it sooner? All of the times Rose had stuck up for the boy or even purposefully brought him up into conversation. This had been a long time coming.

"You can't," said Ron, who now was sporting a bit of a deranged look, "I can't imagine the sort of daughter I raised if you fell in love with a Ma...er...someone like Scorpius!"

"You were going to say 'Malfoy,' weren't you?" Rose spat at him, "because despite however much you say otherwise, deep down you're holding a grudge against his father! Scorpius did not inherit his father's sins!"

"Rose," her mother was speaking calmly, as she usually did, "I hold nothing against Draco. I even testified in his favor at his hearing after the Second Wizard War. Yet even I agree with your father on his. He's no good for you. Loving him, dating him, will only bring you pain and misery."

"Well," said Rose curtly, "I expected you two might have these ideas, so I have a plan. We will all just go about business as usual. You can pretend that you don't know Scorpius or his parents or even his surname. I can bring him home, introduce him as my new boyfriend, and you can get to know him."

Both of her parents were shaking their heads, "That won't work," said Hermione, "I've already told you that I hold nothing against him as a person. His family will never accept you. They will shun him and you as well. He will be miserable because of it, which will cause you to be miserable. Even if his family miraculously was okay with this, we still wouldn't be because Scorpius was raised in a certain way. To hate people like me, like you, like your father..."

"You were raised by muggles!" Rose squeaked, "does that make you a muggle?"

"No," said Hermione with bewilderment; what was Rose's point?

"If I had been raised by werewolves, would that make me a werewolf?"

"No," said her father, cottoning on, "but when you're raised to have certain values-"

"I was raised to hate him!" she screamed at the top of her voice, "From the day I was born I was raised to despise all things connected to Death Eaters and the Dark Side! To hate Scorpius! Yet I love him. With every fiber of my being I love him! Why do you assume he could not have escaped his upbringing untainted as I have?"

Hermione let out a low hiss of anger. Rose had basically just said that her parents harbored tainted views and had tried to instill them in her. "Is there no way," asked Rose in desperation, "that you would ever accept this?"

"No," both of her parents chorused.

"No matter what?" instinctively her hands fluttered to her stomach. The question in her mind resounding, 'even if I have his child?' but she did not speak those words aloud.

"No matter what," said Ron firmly, "if I have to pull out my wand right now and Obliviate him from your mind, I will."

She gazed back and forth between the two of them. Obviously they were confident that she would choose them. They didn't know how wrong they were.

...

The owl was familiar to him even if the messy scrawl was not her usual hand. Normally all of her words, each individual letter, was penned with consideration and care. But this tattered parchment was dotted with teardrops and he knew she had been shaking uncontrollably when she wrote it.

Scorpius,

I talked to my parents today and it went very badly. We will have to initiate plan B or plan C depending on how your talk goes with your parents. I will start packing as soon as I finish this letter. I eagerly await your owl.

Yours Forever,

Rose

He crumpled it in his fist and chucked it into the fireplace, causing sparks to shoot up and fly out as he scowled at the flames. Now it was his turn. He was certain that no matter how awful her parents had taken the news, his would be a thousand times worse.

His grandparents both still lived in the mansion as well. Sometimes Scorpius wondered if his dad would have been a better man if Lucius and Narcissa had been imprisoned for their crimes after the War. But because they had walked free their influence over their son had remained intact.

"I need to speak with you," Scorpius had started as he entered the sitting room. Draco was in his favorite armchair by the fire reading the newspaper and Astoria was standing by an end table arranging flowers in a vase.

"Yes?" His father inquired politely.

"I know how you have both been pressuring me to find someone," he began, "a girl to become betrothed to. I know you've both been angry with me for turning away every bird you introduce me to; Gabrielle Zabini, Carrie Goyle, even Daisy Nott. But I have, at long last, found someone."

His parents smiled happily at him and his mother moved to sit down on the sofa beside Scorpius. "What is her name? Is she French? You know how I adore the refined culture of the French!" she ensued.

"She's English," said Scorpius shortly, "and her name is Rose."

"Rose?" Draco wrinkled his forehead, "I don't recall that name. Is she perhaps a Selwyn? Or a Burke?"

"She's a Weasley," Scorpius said this firmly, determinedly, "although not for long. Soon I hope to make her a Malfoy."

A very pregnant pause followed this announcement. Draco Malfoy paled considerably and when he found his voice, it was calm, "I forbid it."

"You cannot stop it," said Scorpius serenely. He'd long ago accepted the fact that he would be disowned by his family because of her. That angst had subsided years ago.

"Do you want to bet?" Lucius Malfoy had been listening at the door. "If you attempt to go through with this, Scorpius, then I shall have your young bride, ah...taken care of," the words were gentle but the meaning was deadly.

"You wouldn't dare," snarled Scorpius, advancing on the elder wizard. His mother grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"I was once one of the highest ranking Death Eaters under the Dark Lord's command," said Lucius loftily. For this was how Lord Voldemort was spoken of in their home; not with disgust but with reverence. "Do you think, idiot boy, that I have not killed before? That I have not tortured and murdered innocent muggles? Though I hesitate to classify it as murder as they are so close to being nothing more than a common beast."

"Father," Scorpius pleaded, "Mother. Will you two not side with me?"

"Scorpius," said Draco gravely, " I will do nothing to help you and your...bitch," he said the word with malice, knowing it was the term for a female dog, "if it were up to me I would simply disinherit you. Cut you off completely from the family and the finances. But if my father has her killed, I will not lift a finger to stop it."

His mother nodded her head firmly in agreement. "Then, I shall not marry her," said Scorpius swiftly, "I will find someone else. Someone worthy."

...

Plan C it was. Scorpius was throwing all of his worldly possessions into a knapsack at a lightning quick speed. His clever fiancé had enchanted it with a charm to make it much bigger on the inside. He'd replied to her owl with an untidy scrawl of 'Plan C. Midnight.'

As far as his family knew, he had changed his mind. That thought almost made him laugh. His broomstick, the best one currently on the market, was waiting for him beside the open window. With one last look around his bedroom, he jumped onto the broomstick and took off toward the moon.

...

Her bedroom window was open for him when he came swooping in. She was waiting, sitting patiently on the end of her bed with her unruly hair tied back, a traveling cloak over her slim frame, and her hands interlaced in her lap.

"Are you alright, love? You look a bit pale," he whispered as he kissed her lips.

Rose gave him a very weak smile, "Fine, just a bit sick."

"Sick?" he looked alarmed.

She waved off his worry, "Morning sickness."

"At night?"

"For the love of Merlin, Scorpius, if you keep fretting over me like this I might just back out of this arrangement," she teased, "it's perfectly normal, Sweetheart, don't worry so much."

"Alright, are all of your things packed? Shall we be off?"

"Yes, here we are," she hoisted her own knapsack onto her back and clambered onto the broomstick behind him, wrapping her arms securely around his middle. "I love you," she whispered into his ear.

"As I love you."

Together they disappeared into the dark gray clouds of the night.