Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I'd be insanely rich.

For the next month, Scorpius and I snuck around, making sure that absolutely no one knew about us except for Albus.

At first, he just didn't understand. He had known both sides of the story, and wondered how we didn't just keep messing things up for each other.

"Don't worry," Scorpius laughed. "There are much more mistakes to come. We're just going to make sure we're more careful."

It was now December, and it was also the last day that Scorpius and I would see each other until after the Christmas break. We were saying our goodbyes in an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express because we couldn't let anyone see us.

"I'm going to miss you so much," I complained between kissed.

"Not as much as I'll miss you," Scorpius challenged.

"I'll write every night, ok?" I asked.

"Sure," he agreed. "And I'll write to you."

"But remember to send them to Al's house, ok?" I asked. "Every year at the holidays, my family always stays at Uncle Harry's place. You know the address, right?"

"Rosie, we went over this about a thousand times," he laughed. "I'll write to the right address, ok?"

"Ok," I said. The train came to a stop. We got out of out train compartment. "I'll see you then."

"See you," he agreed. We only shook hands because surely people were watching now, but I wanted nothing more than to kiss him once more.

I walked off the train to greet my parents who wanted to ask me absolutely everything about how my seventh year was going. I guess it was because they didn't have a normal seventh year, but it got a bit annoying. Still, I told them everything, except about me and Scorpius, of course.

Lily and Albus were riding with us to their home because Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny weren't able to pick them up at the train station. It was like this every year, but the car wasn't as crowded since James graduated.

Hugo dominated the rest of the trip to12 Grimmauld Place with stories of his friends and how he liked this one girl who acted really shy. I basically tuned him out. My thoughts were on Scopius most of the time. It was weird to think of him as my boyfriend, still.

My thoughts were on the train ride and the things we said. Since when did we get that mushy? I guess a lot of lines had been blurred in the past month.

It disoriented me when we arrived at our destination. I took my trunk out of the back of the car and walked up the steps of the house that I could see clearly because I was told of its existence.

Albus and Lily ran past my brother, my parents and I to go greet their parents, but after that, Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny came to us with a flurry of questions as well. I rolled my eyes. This happened every year, and I almost knew the exact time that everyone would show up.

That night was filled with stories from school, work and various other places. The next night would be Christmas Eve, and everyone was going to be decorating and talking even more.

Before I went to bed, I made sure that Lily was asleep, because we had to share a room, I wrote to Scorpius, just like I'd promised.

Dear Scorpius,

I told you I'd write you every night, didn't I? Just in case that you didn't understand, I meant tonight. You'll get my letters the night after I write them. I did the math in my head. Plus, it would be better by night because of family. You understand, of course.

Everything's fine on my part. All the Weasleys and Potters are here, which means that it will be hard to find a moment's peace, anyway.

I love you lots,

Rose

I sighed and gave the letter to my owl and sent her out.

That night I dreamed about Scorpius. Well, of course I did that. He occupied nearly every waking thought I had now, so why not my unconscious thoughts, too?

The morning seemed to come quickly, but when I looked at the clock over the door, it read 11:30.

Hey, I was on vacation, I deserved to be sleeping in.

I got up and got dressed into an old flannel shirt and jeans and I went downstairs.

"Look who's alive," my "cousin" Teddy Lupin called sarcastically as he saw me walking down the stairs.

"Shut up," I said, grabbing a roll and putting some butter on it.

"You better eat quickly," he advised. "Molly is putting everyone to jobs."

I nodded. Grandma Molly could be such a control freak sometimes, but we all still loved her. Grandma and Grandpa Granger were more laid back, though they would always follow one of the adults around asking about this spell and that spell. Still, everyone obliged them with good grace because they never used magic. Also, whenever Grandad Arthur could, he would ask about Muggle things, so everyone was basically even.

There was plenty for everyone to work on with Grandma pulling the reigns. It looked like no one was going to get any rest until dinner, and with the current situation, that was probably right.

Fortunately, when you're doing something and talking with your family about fun topics and people are telling stories, time goes by pretty quickly.

You know how, with many families, large holiday dinners are either sat in an awkward silence or loud arguing? Well, ours usually consisted of business, jokes and flying food. It was almost like a game to most of us. Someone would say something about this or that and then segue into a story about how they had to get someone's head out of a toilet or something of the sort. Yep, it was just a normal Potter-Weasley family dinner.

And, of course, after dinner, we would all go into the sitting room. It started off quite normal. People were still telling stories and jokes and sharing news. Grandma put on Celestina Warbek's "A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love", and Auntie Fluer made fun of it as she did every year. They would get into the usual argument of taste in music and then go into clothes and other things that I could really care less about.

Hardly anyone knew what was going to happen next except for two people. I hadn't noticed Uncle Bill's grinning like an idiot to be anything out of the ordinary. I thought that he had just had too much firewhisky.

No one danced at the family Christmas party. Most of us had two left feet. That's why everyone fell silent when Teddy and Victoire began to twirl around the room.

I had never known how graceful they both were until then. I was so caught up in the music and their dancing that it shocked me when Teddy got down on one knee.

There seemed to be millions of gasps in that room. None of us except for two people knew that this was going to happen.

"Victoire," Teddy said. She was already in tears. "We have been pretty serious for a long time now, and I think that it's time to take that next step. Will you marry me?"

The entire room was silent. That was the longest second that anyone could have ever seemed to endure.

With tears streaming from her eyes, she barely choked out one word. "Yes."

Everyone cheered. There was hugging and laughing all around.

"What a coincidence," Hugo said from the back of the room. We all stopped. My brother was looking directly at me.