Hamilton Mania, expecting a child: the Burrow (Lily Luna Potter)
Showtime, Battle of Yorktown: covenant
Amber's Attic: ScorpiusRose
Buttons: Scorpius Malfoy
Lyric Alley: My father's stone faced while you're asking for his blessing
Balloon Wall: sunny
Bumper Cars: teapot
Word Count: 770
i.
"I think I'm in love," Scorpius says with a sigh, a content grin on his face.
Albus rolls his eyes. "With my cousin?" he groans, shaking his head.
Scorpius shrugs. Maybe he should care about that. In the back of his mind, he's sure there's probably some moral code about romancing a friend's relatives. Under ordinary circumstances, it might make a difference.
Now, however, it doesn't. His eyes remain fixed upon Rose Weasley, and he can't help but hope.
ii.
"Is that your boyfriend?" Lily asks with a smirk as she sits across from Rose.
Rose doesn't have to look up to know that her cousin is glancing over at the Slytherin table. Scorpius Malfoy is a nice enough bloke, but he's spent the past three years admiring her from a distance. "No," she answers flatly.
The younger leans in, and Rose tears her attention away from her book. "Why not?" she asks. "He's cute."
Rose huffs and adjusts her tie. "There are more important things in life than being cute!"
Her cousin considers this for a moment, her full lips pursing. Lily taps a finger against her chin. "So, what's wrong with him?"
Rose opens her mouth to answer but quickly snaps it closed again, frowning. She's spent years opposed to the idea of dating Scorpius on principle, but, now that she has to actually think about it, she doesn't have an answer for it. He's nice and smart; the only defect he seems to have is his awkwardness, but Rose finds it endearing.
"Nothing," she answers at last.
iii.
It's stupid, and Scorpius knows it. He's spent five years thinking about Rose, wondering if they could have a future together. She's always ignored him and walked away, but what if…
He can't help himself. It doesn't matter that he isn't a Gryffindor, that he's about as brave as a plate of fish and chips; he has to try.
"Rose!" he calls, jogging up to her.
Lily looks at him with a smile before nudging Rose. "I'll catch up with you later," she says, her bright eyes sweeping over Scorpius. "I'm sure we'll have lots to talk about."
Rose rolls her eyes at her cousin. When Lily is gone, she turns her attention back to Scorpius. "Yes?"
Is he crazy, or is there an almost hopeful tone in that single syllable? Scorpius takes a deep breath. His hands tremble, and he wrings them together anxiously. "Will you go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?"
"I'd love to."
For a moment, all he can do is stare at her, wondering if this is some sort of joke. Her expression remains serious. "Butterbeer?" she adds.
"Y-yes." Scorpius nods. "Butterbeer. Perfect. Not that I would expect anything less. You're sort of perfect, and—"
"Right!" Albus appears out of nowhere, gripping Scorpius firmly by the arm. He nods at his cousin. "Rosie. C'mon, Scor."
"She said yes," Scorpius says, still in shock as they make their way down the corridor.
"She might have changed her mind if you kept jabbering," Albus mutters.
But Scorpius is barely listening. Rose Weasley said yes.
iv.
"Does he have to come?" her father asks. "He's a Malfoy."
"And he's her boyfriend of five years," her mother says sharply. "Behave, Ronald."
Rose knows her father doesn't approve of Scorpius. He probably never will. But as she and her parents make their way through the yard of the Burrow and sees Scorpius waiting there—fashionably early, as usual— bathed the warm, golden sunlight, she doesn't care.
"Rose," Scorpius says, his hand sliding into hers as places a chaste kiss on her cheek.
v.
The words spill from his mouth. Scorpius' heart races painfully, but he can't stop talking. Rose's father—and the rest of her whole bloody family, gathered for a nice family meal at the Burrow—watch him.
"And, I guess what I'm trying to say is that love Rose more than anything in this life. I will make a covenant—no, that's not the right word… promise?—right here and now that I will always love and cherish her, and… I know you don't like me, Mr. Weasley, but I love her."
His eyes meet Rose's. She sits beside Lily, teapot still lifted, though her cup is overflowing and spilling out onto the saucer.
Ron Weasley's expression is unreadable. Scorpius braces himself, waiting for the fallout. Instead, the older man nods, and accepts Scorpius' hand. "Just know that, if you hurt her, I will kill you."
"I'll deserve it."
Now that the blessing is secure, he moves closer, kneeling before Rose. "Will you marry me?"
And Rose Weasley says yes.
