Author's note: This chapter is told from Scorpius' perspective.


The raid was embarrassing, there I admit it. Even though it didn't seem logical there were a lot more things I should've been embarrassed. For starters the 'Master Scorpius' thing that no amount of galleons would stop. Dinky's odd way of showing affection I guess. And the dark arts pureblood memorabilia that occupied every corner and every shadow of the manor. The raids were about my father and his past, not me. But not everything is fair and just. Somethings are like Potter throwing a tantrum in a graveyard, mortifying.

I knew Rosie wasn't shallow but even when she was pressed up against me in the alleyway there was a voice in the back of my head yelling out against my pumping blood. It screamed she would leave in a second or slap me and call me something along the lines of Malfoy-pureblood-extremist and abandon me, Pumpkin included. That's what drove me to go where I had never physically gone before.

I moved my fingers slowly under her jumper, feeling her skin goose pimple at my touch. I was giving the middle finger to that voice. No one could tell what was happening but us. Our cloaks concealed everything from pervs like Potter. She didn't pull away she moved closer. She pressed her own hands to my shirt. Her palms burned through the thin fabric.

Before Easter, I had seen only brief flashes of what was under Rose's clothes. Usually when she stretched and her shirt came loose. The night before had been the longest and most open flash I got. The image of the curve of her waist was permanently imprinted in my mind. Every time I closed my eyes I could see her. No other guy in the castle could see Rosie the way I see her now and that thought made me giddy.

And I touched her again long after the break for air. Each time getting more riskier until my fingers brushed her ribs-

"Scorpius," Rose murmured pulling away. "Not in an alley. You're getting far too…" She looked pointedly down at my lap then back at me again. Then she suddenly burst into a fit of giggles. "Excited." She finished.

I looked down. That was something to be embarrassed about. But the raids still topped it. 'It' had happened before but Rose, of course, being as modest as she is ignored 'it' every time. She must be really getting comfortable with me now. She was still blushing though.

"Right," I said coolly.

"You're red in the face." She pointed out while she was at it.

"Thank you. So are you." I remarked.

"Thanks." Her red face beamed.

"Just give me a minute and we'll go to London. I think it's about time we did that."

"Do you want to talk about Grindelwald's life and death?" The ever helpful Rose asked.

"Grindelwald is boring."

"That's the point," Rose said. She started clicking her tongue. "Pumpkin!" She called. "Pumpkin!?" There was a sound at the end of the alley and one irritated meow later the cat came forward. "Good boy." She cooed. I cringed thinking of my father.

Rose started her Grindelwald lecture reciting facts off her head. "He was born…" And about a minute later, Pumpkin, Andrew the owl, Rosie and I were off to pub. Rose was carrying Pumpkin, practically skipping. Her cheeks were still flaming red.

"Why are you so happy?" I asked grinning. Her mood was infectious.

She batted her eyelashes, trying to be sexy, "'Cause I want to go back to that alley every day for the rest of my life."

I batted mine back, "Broom cupboard-"

"Are dusty extensions of the corridor if you want to get technical."

I kissed her cheek in response.

A horribly familiar voice called, "Malfoy!"

Rose's grin dropped. Sitting on a bench up the street was Potter. I grabbed her arm without thinking and walked faster.

"Hey, Malfoy, don't ignore me!" Potter called. I could hear his footsteps now. "How are the night terrors going? Daddy still not love you? I see you tricked the mudblood into doing that for him."

My temper soared, I dropped Rose's arm and turned on my heel to face Potter.

"Scorpius, stop," Rose hissed crawling at the back of my robes trying to get a grip. "You can't use magic outside of school."

I shook her off, "That's rich coming from the likes of you, Potter."

"What's daddy saying about your little mudblood?" Potter strolled forward.

Rose whispered, "He thinks I'm Abby, the a-hole. If he actually had a brain he would know A) Abby's taller than I am. B) Abby wouldn't stay quiet for anyone. And C) Abby uses an umbrella when it rains. In her words 'hoods are for cosplay,' whatever that is."

"At least I have a girlfriend." I sneered. "You would have to fish out a pile of Galleons for anyone to like you."

"Eleanor Flint isn't a virgin anymore. Just to name drop one of many girls." Potter spread his arms wide.

"What kind of fantasy land is he living in?" Rose whispered beside me. "Save it for Hogwarts."

"What's that, Sliver or Slither, right?" Potter asked in a false polite voice. I naturally stepped in front of Rose, hiding her completely.

I told Potter to eff off just in time for the main event.

"Now it's time to go," said a very grumpy Harry Potter. His older son trailed behind him wearing a matching look of irritation.

"We'll finish this at school," Potter hissed. "I'll bring a boggart."

I rolled my eyes. I wished I had seen what Potter's boggart was. Rose told me her boggart ended up being a giant rat, like predicted. Potter's was probably a giant butterfly.

"What's going on here?" Harry Potter- the Harry Potter- had time to break up a school boy fight. I hope my father hears about this. It would be a good example for him. If father were there he would probably egg the whole thing on.

"Nothing for you to care about," Potter replied. "Malfoy just being Malfoy. You know the story."

I looked to Rose behind me. She was gnawing on her lip, smoke practically coming out of her ears. The hilt of her wand was sticking out of her robe pocket ready for use.

"And Potter being Potter," I snapped back. "I really hope Flint reports you."

I grabbed Rose and walked away. Leaving Potter yelling insults after me and the rest of the Potters questioning.

"London, now?" Rose asked her eyebrows still knitted together.

"Yeah, London."