Another chapter. This one is going to be kind of short. Sorry! But I'll try and update again pretty soon, the absolute latest being next Sunday. Enjoy and review!

Rose blinked her eyes a few times, trying to get the images in front of her face to come into focus. She could make out only a vaguely familiar face that she couldn't put a name to. The blonde man was staring at her with concern. She tried to lift her head and a pair of pale hands reached out to steady her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy. Just take it easy. You don't want to move around too much." The man then directed his attention towards two of Lynn's ditzy bridesmaids. "Okay. This is a serious injury. I need you to give me some ice. You, give me a bottle of 100-proof liquor...and something she can bite on- stat!" The purple clad girls took off at a wobbly run. Whether this was due to their ridiculously high heels or their drunken state, Rose did not know.

"All right. She's fine, folks. Just a little bump on the head. Carry on." The handsome blonde said, addressing the concerned crowd.

"Are you a doctor?" Rose asked the handsome man with the familiar face.

"No, but Tweedledee and "Tweedledrunk" were bugging me, so- Okay. Do you know your name?"

"Rose, my name's Rose."

"I thought so. I'm Scorpius. We were in the same year at Hogwart's." Suddenly comprehension dawned upon Rose.

"Of course, I thought you looked familiar. Thank you for helping me." Yes, that made sense. He was a Slytherin opposed to her placement Ravenclaw. Therefore they had shared few classes together. But she remembered Ally talking about him every once in a while since those two had been in the same house and on decent terms with each other.

"No problem. Got it? Okay. You're good?" He asked her mild anxiety in his voice.

"I'm fine." Rose didn't like being fussed over. But then she felt a sense of vertigo and she nearly toppled over.

"All right. Whoa, whoa. Okay. Why don't we get you a cab? All right. Nice and easy. Let's walk." And Rose allowed him to lead her to the cab. There were a few minutes of awkward silence before Scorpius broke the tension.

"I loved your thong, by the way." Rose looked at him in confusion and horror. He smirked at her. "You buzzed past me earlier. I saw you changing gowns. You were in two weddings in one night, weren't you? That's a little upsetting, don't you think?"

"They're both really good friends of mine, and their weddings happened to be on the same night, so what was I supposed to do?"

"Oh, no. That's not the upsetting part. How do you stand it? I mean, isn't one wedding bad enough?" Rose couldn't believe what Scorpius was saying.

"I love weddings. I always have."

"Really?" He asked her. Uh, yes really. She thought.

" Yeah."

"Which part, the forced merriment, the horrible music or the bad food?"

"Actually, it's meeting upbeat people like yourself." Rose said sarcastically.

"Love is patient. Love is kind. Love means slowly losing your mind." Scorpius said spouting out poetry that obviously was all a joke to him.

"What do you do again?" She asked, not because she was curious. All she wanted was to change the subject.

"I'm a writer."

"Right. This is my building." Scorpius reached for the enormous bouquet of flowers that Rose had taken home.

"I got it." He told her.

"No. I got it." Rose insisted.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"All right, Ziggy, one hundred and forty. You know what you did." Just then, Scorpius exited the cab carrying her flowers. "Hey! What's- No. He's gonna be right back. Hold on." Rose leapt out of the cab and tried to take the flowers back from Scorpius, but he pulled them back.

"Don't you think it's a whole lot of ritual for something that…Let's face it- It's got about a fifty fifty shot of making it out of the gate."

"Well, how very refreshing. A man who doesn't believe in marriage." Couldn't he take the hint that she really wasn't in the mood for this right now?

"I'm just trying to point out the hypocrisy of the spectacle."

"Oh, that's so noble of you. Do you also go around telling small children that Santa Claus doesn't exist? Cause someone needs to blow that shit wide open." Rose said, sarcasm coloring her voice. Scorpius seemed unaffected, he had a joking twinkle in his grey eyes.

"So you admit that believing in marriage is kind of like believing in Santa Claus." Crap, how could he foil her logic like that! That wasn't what she had meant anyway!

"No. I-I don't know why I'm arguing this with a perfect stranger. But, yes, marriage, like everything good and important, isn't easy. Cynicism, on the other hand, always is. It was very interesting meeting you." Rose stuck out her free hand that wasn't overloaded with flowers for a brief handshake.

"Bye." Scorpius called after her retreating figure.

"Yeah." She replied tonelessly.

"Are you going to be in more weddings next weekend?" He called again teasingly. Rose didn't even turn around to answer him.

"I have to go." She answered brusquely.

"How many have you been in, by the way? Just, like, ballpark."

"Good night." Rose called before slamming the door to her apartment building.

Scorpius chuckled at her. He vaguely remembered Rose Weasley from Hogwarts. Same hair, same attitude. While they had never really communicated much, he knew her a little from his friendship with her cousin Albus. Rose had chosen not to hang out with Al when he was with Scorpius. Whether this was because of her dislike for him (which he doubted, they barely had any interaction whatsoever) or because she felt out of place in their group of him, Al, Ally Zabini's twin brother: Anthony Zabini and Trevor Flint. Scorpius suspected the latter. But that was one of the few memories he had of Rose Weasley. He had barely recognized her at the wedding, wasn't even sure if it was her or not until she told him her name. Scorpius minutely turned his head to the side, his eye catching sight of something red. He reached down and picked it up. It was a leather bound book with tons of paper sticking out of it. It wasn't his and he suspected that it belonged to Rose. It seemed like something she would carry around with her.

"Hey could you turn back?" He asked the cab driver so he could return the planner.

"What?"

"I said could you- never mind." Scorpius told the driver it would be interesting to get a glimpse into Weasley's life.

He opened it up and flicked through it. 'Property of Rose Jean Weasley' was written on the inside cover. The weeks were packed with food tastings and dress fittings, appointments, and Merlin knows what else. He smirked, he could have fun with this…

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