SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY!!!!!! I am sooooo sorry, but things caught up with me. Please forgive me.
Disclaimer: I still haven't managed to steal the copyright stuff for Harry Potter, but do not fear! I have formulated a new master plan...
Christmas with the Weasley's was never, and never will be peaceful. Even the morning, when it should be a lovely opportunity for a lie-in, I woke up to the lovely music that was my brother.
'ROSE WAKE UP! IT'S CHRISTMAS! ROSE! ROSE!'
'Shut up Hugo! Some people are trying to sleep.' I groaned, pulling a pillow over my ears.
'And that isn't you.' He pulled the pillow off my head and chucked into a corner of my room.
Sometimes I wish he would die.
'Come on Rose' he whined, 'Mum said I can't open any presents until you get up!'
'Give me two minutes.' I sat up as he leapt off me and ran downstairs, shouting at mum to get the presents ready.
I got downstairs in 10 minutes and, after getting shouted at by a hyper Hugo for being late, we started opening the presents.
I got the usual merchandise from Uncle George, and sweets from my friends, parchment and stationary from my mum, cheap stuff from the cousins, and all the other Christmassy things from the rest of family, and finally a little heavy package hidden behind the tree, I opened the little tag on the top of it.
To Rose
Merry Christmas
S.M
'Open it! Open it Rose!' Hugo shouted down my, 'What are you waiting for? Open it!'
'I'll be back in a minute' I stood up and took the little present back to my room.
I opened the paper with shaking hands, and there was a box, wrapped up in more paper, and an envelope, with a letter inside.
Rose,
I don't even know why I'm writing this, I saw this in a jewellers and I thought of you. I know you're probably laughing at me, you haven't given me an answer yet, and I'm starting to think that you never will.
You might be thinking that you haven't got me a present, I don't mind, but if you think you ought to, you can give me one thing.
An answer.
Even if you say no, it'll stop this waiting game.
As I said before, you probably won't read this, or open the present, but I hope you do, even if you hate me.
Yours truly,
Scorpius Malfoy
I slowly folded the paper and put it back in the envelope and turned to the present.
The wrapping paper fell away to reveal a black box, I opened the box and heard a gasp from my mother, who had been watching me from the doorway.
'Sweetie that's beautiful.' She cooed at the silver necklace I now held in my hands, with a pendant, an emerald embedded in a silver heart.
'Yeah' I smiled at the necklace, and put it round my neck, tucking the precious gem away.
'Who is it from?' Mum asked, coming into the room.
'A friend.' I said simply, hiding the envelope.
'Rose, be serious, none of your friends would buy you that' Mum rolled her eyes, 'Who was it from?'
'Sarah McLaggen!' I made up hurriedly, 'you know that their families rich, with her dad being who he is.'
This was enough to keep her satisfied; Cormac McLaggen was famous for his 'quidditch skills' as dad scoffed, Cormack hadn't been a particular friend of his, and now that he was a world class quidditch player never improved his opinion of him.
'Very well then,' I knew she hadn't completely bought it, 'We should be going, we have to get to the Burrow by lunch or Grandma Weasley will have a fit.'
I laughed at that, fingering the necklace as we left my room, and went by floo to the crowded Burrow.
***
Christmas dinner was the same, there wasn't enough room inside for our massive family, so the adults had to spend extra time ensuring that the marquee wasn't going to collapse like it had done before, and that there were warming charms in place so none of us would die of frostbite in the snow.
Talking of the horrible white stuff, after we had all filled our stomachs to the brim with Granny Weasleys delicious food, my charming relations somehow managed the impossible, and got me into a snowball fight.
The snowball fight was the perfect scene of my nightmares, we all got sopping wet, I was frozen to the very core, and very disgruntled when we all trudged in and the adults refused to dry us off for a good half an hour, when a slightly tipsy Harry gave into my persistent whining.
After that, nothing else happened except the adults cracked open the wonderful invention of alcohol and didn't even bother to stop the kids from digging in.
When it was 11:30 and anyone who wasn't my mother or me was drunk or slightly tipsy, mum finally listened to my pleas to go home.
I ran to the stairs, mum had been building up to asking me all night, but I didn't want to answer, I didn't want to hear my own answer.
I just wanted to see him.
The truth sounded so typical.
I liked Scorpius Malfoy.
Oh the joys, my life had turned into a typical fairytale in less than 24 hours.
'Rose,' my mother stopped me from running to safety, 'last year, you fell out with Sarah McLaggen, and said you'd never be friends with her again.'
'Uh, well, we're friends again?' I put on a big fake smile, and started walking up the stairs, 'she got it for me as a sorry present for what happened between us.'
'Rose.' She said dangerously, and I stopped, 'I will ask one last time. Who got you that necklace? Tell the truth.'
'Can't I have any secrets?' I tried to get up the stairs.
'Rose!' Mum crossed her arms, 'You are lucky that I didn't ask you who gave that necklace to you in front of the whole family, so you will be decent enough to tell me who gave it to you, and you will tell me now.'
'I was right.' I said, 'I can't have any secrets, because in this family that's illegal.'
'Rose-'
'IT WAS SCORPIUS MALFOY!' I shouted at her, 'there I said it.'
My mothers' lips fell open to form a perfect O.
'Happy, now, just like everyone does in this family, you can tell everyone.' I ran up the stairs and flopped down on the bed, only to sit up again as someone tapped on the window, I looked over to see a shock of blonde hair on the top of a pair gorgeous grey eyes.
Scorpius.
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