Rose found herself at her favorite spot in the entire world; the Forest of Dean. Most wizards and Muggles did not know the full extent of the secrets that the forest held. Rose collapsed onto the bluebells of the forest, fighting a loosing battle against tears. She cried. She cried and cried until a loud crack made her silent. She shrunk into the shadows and listened. A tall, thin figure was standing there, his grey eyes and blonde hair glistening in the moonlight.

"Scorpius..." breathed Rose, and she ran to him, and startled him by hugging him.

"Rose!" said Scorpius, and they fell into the bluebells, kissing. Their lips were together and there was no reason to not be together, because they were in love, and they were meant for each other. As they kissed, a pure white unicorn stepped into the clearing, and its sleek, slender body shown a silvery light over the kiss, every angle and movement of their bodies dramatized by the light. And the unicorn's great hooves pawed at the ground and the light shown brighter. Another unicorn stepped into the clearing. It was a unicorn fawn, standing over Rose and Scorpius, its beautiful head bent over the couple, and a shimmering gold tear fell on Rose's cheek, staining the shape of a gold heart on her rosy cheeks. And the couple fell asleep in the shimmering light of the moon, on a bed of bluebells.

"How do you expect me to face my father?" asked Rose as Scorpius tried to convince her to Apparate home.

"You can't stay in this forest forever, Rose!" said Scorpius. "And neither can I."

"But-"

"Rose, please." Rose felt her cheek, where the gold tear had fallen and stained the shape of a heart into her skin.

"Fine. I'm going to tell my dad about us." Scorpius looked at the ground, imagining what it would be like to tell his own father, a pure-blood, Weasley hating Slytherin that he was in love with Ron Weasley's daughter.

"I will too." he breathed, and with two loud cracks that rang through the silence of the forest, Scorpius and Rose vanished each to different fates, and a pure white unicorn stepped into the clearing, one gold tear landing where the couple used to be standing.

Scorpius found his feet on the cold, gray gravel of the ground of the manner, his hair sticking out in weird directions and his clothes wrinkled and wet from the night in the dewy grass. He strode up to the manner, his heart thumping hard, his breathing increased. He opened the door, after muttering Alohomora at the door. The second he had entered, his father was upon his, yelling things Scorpius was not listening to, ordering him into Draco's study. Scorpius was not listening, but he marched into Draco's study, ready to tell his father what he had been dying to tell him since he was fifteen. Scorpius sat in the hard, high-backed, cherry wood chair that he had often inhabited after he had committed misdeeds or broken the rules. Draco was outside the study, talking with Astoris about Scorpius, and Scorpius waited for Draco to come in and yell and scream, but he was ready. Scorpius Malfoy was prepared to tell his father that he was madly in love with Rose Weasley. The door to the study opened, and Draco's white blonde hair clashed violently with the blood red walls. Draco stood behind the desk, in order to tower over Scorpius, and he asked him, once again,

"Where have you been?"

"I was in the Forest of Dean." said Scorpius, looking his father straight in the eye.\

"What? Why were you there?"

"I was with my girl-friend."

"You're dating? Who? Pansy's girl?"

"No."

"Who?" Scorpius took a deep breath.

"Father," he said. "I'm in love with Rose Weasley." Draco's jaw dropped.

"You-y-you're what?"

"I'm in love with Rose Weasley."

"Are you joking Scorpius Hyperion?"

"No. I'm dead serious. I'm in love with her and you need to accept that, father." Scorpius stood up so that he only had to look up a few inched to look into his father's face.

"Don't you dare tell me what to do Scorpius Malfoy!"

"I don't want to hear you yell my last name! I hate that name! Its ruining everything!"

"Enough!" cried Draco. "You are a Malfoy and she is a Weasley, it is un-"

"I DON'T CARE IF SHE'S A WEASLEY! I LOVE HER!"

"Do you think it is only your opinion that counts Scorpius? What about your grandfather?"

"He won't-"

"Yes he will care! This is Arthur Weasley's granddaughter we're talking about! She is a blood-traitor!"

"I'm in love. Deal with it, Dad. I don't give a damn what you think, I'll still keep loving her."

"Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, don't you dare defy me!" But Scorpius had already Apparated away.

Rose opened the door to her home and found her father and mother sitting in the living room.

"Rose Weasley!" said Hermione, standing up along with her husband to hug Rose.

"Are you all right? Where have you been?"

"I doubt she's going to tell us." said Ron darkly. Rose swallowed the nervous lump in her throat.

"Mum, Dad, could we please sit down?" Ron and Hermione obliged, sitting in the living room along with their daughter.

"Well, Rose?" asked Hermione. "Where have you been?"

"I've been with my boyfriend."

"You're dating?" asked Ron, horrified at the very idea.

"Yes."

"Who, Rose?" asked Hermione before Ron could make any threats to the boy. Rose took a deep breath.

"Scorpius Malfoy."

"WHAT?" yelled Ron, looking completely appalled and terrified. "YOU'RE DATING WHO?"

"Ron!" shouted Hermione, but Ronald Weasley was furious.

"HOW DARE YOU DATE A MAFOY, ROSE? YOU BETRAYED THE WEASLEYS!" Another loud crack, and the teenager had vanished from her home, just like her forbidden partner.

"I'm going to Weasley! He had better get that daughter of his away from my son!" ranted Draco to Astoria.

"Draco, please!"

"NO! This is a matter of pride! I'm going!" Draco was about to turn on the spot and Apparate, when a loud knocking on the door stopped him. The couple dashed to the door, and opened it, to find Hermione and Ron Weasley standing in the doorway.

"Weasley!" "Malfoy!" shouted Draco and Ron at the same time. The wives rolled their eyes.

"Your son is dating my daughter Malfoy! What the Hell are you gonna do about it!"

"Its your daughter's fault! Gingers are always bad luck, especially when their last name is Weasley!"

"Oh really, Malfoy? Because we don't run around becoming Death Eaters at age 16!"

"ENOUGH!" screamed Hermione and Astoria at the same moment.

"They can't help who they fall in love with, Ronald!"

"Exactly!" agreed Astoria. "Let them be, Draco. They're in love!" The men looked each other in the eye. Draco extended his hand. Ron looked at the pale, long fingered hand, and into the cold grey eyes. He shook Draco Malfoy's hand. Maybe fire and ice can coexist.