A/N: THIS IS AN IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE. I titled this chapter "The Other Side" because it shows the other side of the marriage law. So far we have (mostly) seen the good; James and Leila, Albus and Norah, Rose and Scorpius. But now we see the bad.
Also, I promised before that this story would not focus on other couples (i.e. Dom and Nathan, Fred and Heather, Roxanne and Calvin, etc.) HOWEVER this chapter, because it is Fred and Heather's wedding chapter, does have more Fred in it than normal. I hope this is okay with all of you.
I hope that this chapter doesn't offend anyone as it does contain infidelity, but I did touch on the subject in a previous chapter where Austin offered to take Rose home with him. There is a darker side to this law that I have not explored until this chapter. Please, as always, let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. If there really is a cereal called Cookie Crunch Bites then I do not own it, but as far as I know I made up the cereal because I wanted to pick one that doesn't actually exist.
WARNING: sexual content, language, and infidelity in this chapter.
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As promised, my avid readers, I was in attendance at the wedding everyone is talking about. Apparently Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy don't do anything half-way. The elaborate ceremony and reception were held in Malfoy Manor and let me tell you, it was worth the risk sneaking in just to be there! Despite all of the controversy over the place, Malfoy Manor was actually surprisingly warm and welcoming.
The wedding was beautiful, as were the impeccably dressed wedding party. The only thing that kept the bride from being absolutely stunning is her horrendous inability to tame those atrocious red locks. Although the bride and groom both appeared to be calm and affectionate with each other, I could sense the slight tension. When they kissed for the first time as husband and wife, the new Mrs. Rose Malfoy blushed a deeper shade of crimson than her hair. Hopefully young Scorpius was up to the challenge that surely faced him that night!
James Potter was up to his usual antics, setting a table cloth on fire, spiking the pumpkin juice with firewhiskey, and hexing any guest who attempted to flirt with his wife. For any of you witches who still held onto a shred of hope that perhaps the infamous Potter playboy wasn't very attached to his wife, I'm afraid I have to completely obliterate your dreams. This boy is very happily taken and very happily whipped.
Albus Potter is similarly smitten. Ladies, if you want any tips on how to tame your man, I'm sure Miss Norah Zabini or Mrs. Leila Potter could help! Those girls have their men wrapped around their dainty fingers. Albus and Norah are to be married on August 26th and I think they are both looking forward to that day. They didn't let go of each other's hands the entire night.
Hugo Weasley was rumored to have confronted his new brother-in-law during the reception to politely remind him that he'd better 'be good to Rose – or else'. Nobody is more surprised than me to hear innocent little Hugo sound so badass, but it looks like he has some Weasley in him after all! Don't worry, ladies, he still has just over a year before he is subjected to this marriage law, so if you have your eye on him, he's definitely not taken yet.
Oppositely, Lily Potter has made it shockingly clear that she is not available. Despite being of-age, her long-time boyfriend, Vincent Longbottom, has been legally allowed an exception to this law so he can wait another year for Lily to become 17. The two were caught snogging in four different locations during the Weasley/Malfoy wedding reception. Somebody find those lovebirds a room!
Overall, I would deem the night a success. Now we just have to wait and see if the marriage will be just as much of a success as the wedding. Love and sex are in the air, wizarding community, so be sure to go out with that special someone this week and have a great time!
Modest Monica
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It was the second day of their honeymoon. Rose woke up slowly with a smile on her face. Until she realized what woke her. Scorpius didn't snore often. Only when he was sleeping on his back. Which was unfortunate because Rose loved cuddling on top of him and sleeping with her head on his chest.
"Wake up, sweetie," she purred. Scorpius mumbled sleepily but didn't wake. Another snore escaped him. "Scooorrrrrr, baby, wake up," she whined. Still only a slight response. "Wake the fuck up, you fucking git! Your fucking snores are making it impossible for me to sleep!" she yelled.
Scorpius jolted upright. "Wha-? Oh, sorry, love," he rolled onto his side and Rose snuggled into his embrace. For a few minutes.
"I'm awake now," she announced. "I can't fall back asleep."
Scorpius surfaced from his pillow with an amused smile tugging at his lips. "Have I ever told you that I find you most beautiful in the mornings? When I wake up and you're in my arms looking thoroughly ravished, I positively glow with pride at knowing that I caused it."
"You're only saying that because you're horniest in the mornings," she said haughtily but at the same time was filled with secret delight that he found her beautiful even before she showered and put her make-up on.
"No, I'm not," he argued. However his argument was proven invalid as Rose lifted the sheets and gazed pointedly down at the impressive erection he was sporting. "Well," he grumbled, "I can't exactly help that, it just happens."
With a giggle Rose squirmed until she was on top of him and kissed him. "What's on the agenda for today, Mr. Malfoy?"
He pulled out an official looking piece of parchment. Rose's mum had made an actual itinerary for the two of them that she expected them to follow; certain museum tours on certain days, restaurant reservations, concerts, plays, when they would visit the Eiffle Tower, even when they were allowed to retire for the evening. As thankful as they were for all the effort and money her parents had put into this extravagant honeymoon, the itinerary was just a bit much. Thus far they had done a magnificent job of completely ignoring it.
"Well let's see. It looks like breakfast at the hotel at 8am, then we have time to shop for souvenirs and walk around the city until 10am. Because at 10am we are supposed to be touring the Palace of Versailles. 1pm is lunch at Breizh Café. 3pm we have a walking tour that features 'hidden gems' of the city. Then there's a play at 6pm, a late dinner promptly at 10pm with reservations at yet another upscale French restaurant, and then bed at midnight."
"So in other words, sex until noon, walk around the city finding fun things to do until we get hungry, dinner at the first place we see, a nighttime stroll by the Seine, and then back here for more sex?"
Scorpius tossed the parchment over his shoulder. "Yes, pretty much." Rose threw herself into his arms and they disappeared beneath the covers.
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Fred Weasley was sitting across the dinner table from his sister. Even though Roxanne was older than him he still felt like he was her big brother. He was taller than her, broader, and he'd always been her protector. Except this was one thing he hadn't been able to protect her from. Was it even that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things? Probably not. He knew that Roxy would make a great mum. But he still felt like he'd failed.
"How's your chicken, Freddie, you've barely touched it?" Angelina Weasley asked as she eyed him with concern.
"It's fine, Mum. I'm just not that hungry I guess." He couldn't help but glance inconspicuously at Roxanne's stomach. Was it just his imagination or was there just a bit of a bump there that he hadn't noticed before?
"What are you looking at, fucking tosser?" growled Roxanne as she self-consciously tugged her baggy t-shirt down just a bit. Fred felt his throat tighten. How hadn't he noticed this sooner? It was so obvious to him now.
"Now, Roxy, is that anyway to talk to your brother?" asked George with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He was insanely proud of both of his children and it didn't honestly bother him when they used that sort of language, but he still had to set a good example.
"I'll talk to the prat however I want," she snarled while pouring syrup on her chicken. George gave her a funny look and Angelina cocked her head to the side as if unsure of what she was seeing.
"Are you alright, dear?"
"Godric, Mum! I'm fine! Everything's fine!" Roxanne glared at her family while practically inhaling her syrup-drenched dinner. After a few tense moments, Roxanne said with sincerity, "I'm really sorry for snapping at everyone. I'm just under a lot of stress right now with the wedding and everything."
George's eyes narrowed at the mention of the wedding. He still didn't think it was appropriate for his daughter to get married at such a young age. Calvin wasn't the issue; he got along well enough with Roxy's family, George just hated how serious they were for being so young. Angelina was constantly reminding him, 'Think of how Harry and Ginny must feel with Lily only being 16 and so serious about Vincent.'
That hadn't helped. Now he just wanted to kill the Longbottom boy along with Calvin. Stupid fucking blokes couldn't stay away from his daughter and nieces. He'd always been of the opinion that Weasley genes were quite attractive and it was certainly not a good thing now.
"That's fine, sweetheart," said George with only a slight grimace. "We understand how hard this is on you."
Roxanne, suddenly mad again, threw her napkin down onto her empty plate, stood up abruptly and stomped off toward the stairs. The family had two houses; a country house and a spacious flat above the joke shop in Diagon Alley. The latter is where they were that evening, and Roxanne was headed for the stairs that would lead down to the shop, then presumably out the front door.
Before she reached the stairs, however, her foot caught on the edge of a rug and she started to fall right toward the stairs. "No!" Fred was across the room before his parents even realized something was wrong. He caught his sister awkwardly, but it was too late to prevent the fall entirely. With his body wrapped protectively around hers, he took all of the hard hits down the short flight of steps.
During the whole ordeal, Roxanne was barely jostled. "Are you okay?" Fred's voice was high, panicked, and their parents were now stampeding down after them to see if they were alright.
"Fred! Roxy!" Angelina cried, "What happened? Are either of you hurt?"
Ignoring them completely, Fred ran his hands over his sister's stomach, knowing without a doubt that there most definitely was a bump. "Rox, are you okay? Is the baby okay?"
"Baby?" George and Angelina echoed in unison.
Both of their children paled. "I'm fine," Roxy rasped, speaking to her brother, "but I should probably go to the hospital just to make sure," tears were sprinkling her eyes now and Fred hugged her tightly, still sprawled out on the floor at the bottom of the stairs with her body on top of his. His big sister. Perhaps saving his niece or nephew's life made up for his failure of protecting his sister. Perhaps he wasn't as big of a failure as a brother as he thought he was.
"Right," Fred hurried to lift his sister and barely noticed how sore he was. "St. Mungo's," he grumbled as he carried her toward the fireplace. He wasn't sure if pregnant women were supposed to Apparate or not.
"Hold on just a second!" yelled George. Fred turned, Roxy still in his arms, and raised a questioning eyebrow at their father. "Roxanne Georgina Weasley, are you pregnant?"
Biting her bottom lip, still crying, Roxanne said quietly, "Yes, Daddy, I am."
"Oh Merlin," he clapped a hand over his chest. "How…when…I can't…these kids, they're going to kill me, Ang," he said dramatically.
Angelina clucked her tongue at him. "Get your act together, George Weasley, we need to get your grandchild to the hospital."
"My…my…OH GODRIC! I'M NOT OLD ENOUGH TO BE A GRANDFATHER!"
"Get your arse in the fireplace, dear, you're starting to have a mid-life crisis in the middle of the storeroom."
Fred winked at his mum, knowing she could handle his father, and took his sister immediately to the hospital. As it turned out, Roxanne had been correct; she and the baby were both perfectly fine. Fred, however, had bruised his back pretty badly and injured his neck. With a few spells and potions they were ready to go back home.
"Where's dad?" asked Roxanne when they arrived back at the flat.
"He's at your Uncle Ron's house. Probably drinking. He's alright though, Roxy, honestly. He's just surprised. He'll come around. Trust me. He reacted exactly the same way when I told him I was pregnant."
"But that's different," whined Roxanne, who had always very much been a daddy's girl, "You two were married and-"
"No we weren't," Angelina chuckled fondly. "When I found out I was pregnant with you, George and I weren't even engaged. Now look at him! He couldn't survive without me!" she smiled at her daughter and enveloped her into a hug. "I've suspected for a while," she whispered. "But why the hell did you tell Freddie before us?"
"I didn't," Roxanne said with wide eyes. "He said that he overheard Cal and I talking about it last week."
"Well it looks like we have a lot more to plan for now than just a wedding!" as Angelina began to guide Roxanne toward the sofa, an owl swooped in and dropped a letter at their feet.
"It's from your father," she said with a sigh as she picked it up.
Roxanne read the letter over her mother's shoulder.
Roxy,
I'm sorry for the way I reacted. I would come home to tell you this myself, but I'm so pissed I can't see straight. Ron's writing this for me. He told me I'm not allowed to leave until the morning and is kindly letting me sleep in Rose's old bedroom. When I come home in the morning we are going to start creating a whole new line of baby and mummy products for the shop! I'm going to be the best damn granddad in the world. My little grandbaby is going to be so spoiled you'll hate me for it. I love you. Tell your mum I love her, too. Oh! And Freddie. Love you all. See you in the morning.
George
Angelina grinned, "I told you so."
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Scorpius Malfoy looked down at his sleeping wife and started to feel guilt. Again. He'd been debating for a long time about telling Rose the truth about the marriage law. But she was finally starting to trust him. Maybe this was one secret he should keep to himself indefinitely.
They had such a good honeymoon so far. He didn't want to spoil it. Today was Fred and Heather's wedding. They would go, have a great time, then come back to the hotel. He didn't think he could ever get enough of her. Having sex with her was far beyond anything he imagined it would be.
She had a voracious appetite for it that made him feel desired and manly and he loved it. He loved her. They hadn't really spoken about their feelings for each other, but he had hopes that hers were growing. Without a doubt his feelings for her had grown since their wedding, and it had only been a week.
Each day they'd spent in Paris blended together into one long summer day that he never wanted to end. They were both so happy. How could she not love him? What else could he possibly to do win her affection? He'd spoken to Albus, just the previous night, and Al assured him that he was doing everything correctly when it came to winning Rose's heart. All he had to do now was sit back and wait.
Waiting was just so bloody difficult! He knew, logically, he was asking for a lot. He'd only been speaking to the girl for just over a month. It had taken her a few weeks to be open to the idea of being with him. A few more weeks to gain her trust. And now they spent all of their free time shagging. Maybe he should work on that. More talking. Less sex.
Bloody hell that was easier said than done! But he had an idea. An idea that he would employ as soon as they returned home from their honeymoon. He hoped fervently that it would work, or at least help, in making her love him.
Rose sat bolt upright gasping. "It was a nightmare!" she declared. Scorpius blinked at her in surprise. "It was just a nightmare," she repeated with a release of pent-up air.
"What was?" he inquired as he reflexively brushed her hair out of her face.
"I had this terrible nightmare that I missed Fred's wedding. He was so mad at me that he said I couldn't be the godmother of his future children and Roxy was so mad that I wasn't allowed to be the godmother of her child, either, and then Al told me that he was kicking me out of the flat and I wasn't allowed to live there anymore. I asked why and he told me it was because you ate all of his Cookie Crunch Bites cereal…"
Scorpius was trying very hard not to laugh. "I ate his cereal?"
"Yes, because you were there all of the time, you know, since we're married and all."
"So we were married but not living together?"
"Yes."
"Well don't worry, Rose, I wouldn't let you miss Fred's wedding. You still have several hours until we have to leave. Also," he leaned close and whispered, "I don't like Cookie Crunch Bites."
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Fred Weasley didn't know what was worse. Keeping a secret relationship from his family and friends or going into a marriage with the knowledge that neither person in that marriage was going to remain faithful to each other.
Because that was the arrangement he had with Heather. Heather Kinder, his betrothed, was in love with someone else. But she couldn't marry him because like her, he was a muggle-born. Fred, likewise, fancied someone else, but couldn't marry her because she was pureblood. Like him.
Ophelia Bones was betrothed to Scorpius's best mate, Liam Jackson. Ophelia and Fred had been secretly dating for several months before the marriage law took effect. They kept it a secret for many reasons which now all felt so ridiculous. She was shockingly shy; moreso even than Norah, and she was terrified of being in the spotlight. Any girl Fred dated was always in the spotlight with him.
Fred wasn't good with commitment. At all. He was afraid that if he claimed publicly to being in a relationship he wouldn't be able to stick it out with all of the pressure. Not to mention all of the girls who followed him around. Each member of the Potter and Weasley families had plenty of admirers. Girls who fancied Fred seemed to be a bit crazier than girls who fancied his cousins. One time, while he was on a date with a girl, another crazy bird came running into the restaurant, completely naked, snogged him, and ran out.
He didn't want that kind of thing to happen while he was with Ophelia. She was special. They'd talked about their future and Fred didn't know if they would end up together or not, but they both agreed that if they ever got married, they would elope. Fred didn't tell anyone about her, not even James. Ophelia had been a year ahead of them in school. A beautiful Ravenclaw girl who was friends with his cousin Molly.
When he met up with Heather to talk about their wedding, they openly discussed that they were both in relationships with other people. Despite their marriage they would continue seeing the people they actually loved. Ophelia hadn't been sure about this at first as her fiancé, Liam, seemed to genuinely be trying, but in the end her heart had won over her head and she had agreed to keep seeing Fred in secret. However she refused to be in attendance at his wedding.
Fred didn't know if he would be able to go to her wedding, either. He didn't think he could handle watching the girl he loved be bonded to another man. A man who couldn't possibly love her the way he loved her.
Thus was the farce he was currently walking into. Heather looked beautiful, he could honestly admit that, and they were friends, so they could make this work, even if they weren't exactly happy about it.
The ceremony went by quickly and Fred found himself just going through the motions. At first he tried to imagine that she was Ophelia but that just made it feel even more wrong. Rose was there and he hadn't realized how much he missed her until he saw her. With a start he realized that she was different. Something about being married to Scorpius had changed her.
She was happier, she smiled more, she was more social, everything about her just radiated joy. He didn't think she was even aware of it. Scorpius was, though. He kept his eyes on her almost all of the time unless something else absolutely demanded his attention. Yes, Fred was confident that they would work out well together.
So would James and Leila; Albus and Norah; Louis and Verity; hell, even Roxanne and Calvin. But not him. Not Heather. Not Ophelia or Liam or whoever the bloke was that Heather was seeing on the side.
They were in some modern French reception hall that Heather had insisted on. Fred thought the extravagance of the wedding was more than ridiculous as they weren't even in a real marriage. At least, not real to them. He would take her up to their hotel room tonight and he would fuck her, for the sake of the marriage law, and she wouldn't like it any more than he would, and that would probably be the last time they had sex.
Unless the marriage law decided to take it a step further and demand children. He felt sick. The image of Ophelia having someone else's baby made it hard for him to breathe. That was when he saw her. And Merlin was she a vision.
Ophelia Bones entered the reception hall looking entirely unsure of how she got there. She was gorgeous and he wasn't the only bloke who thought so. Her hair was dark blonde, like the color of honey, and her eyes were an odd shade of greenish-blue. She had curves that were currently being shown off by the midnight blue dress she wore. It was a sleeveless number that reached her mid-thigh and hugged her body so tightly that Fred was surprised he wasn't drooling.
Her hair was pulled back into an elegant twist and she wore sparkly dangling earrings that drew your eyes automatically to her face. Which was perfect. On more than one occasion she was mistaken for a model while out in Diagon Alley.
She was looking around nervously, hoping nobody would notice her. She hated attention. Then her eyes locked with Fred's. Her Fred. She thought back to all of the time they'd spent together and her heart sped up. "Ophelia," he went straight to her. "What are you doing here?"
"I had to come," she whispered, blinking a few times to keep the tears at bay. "I couldn't not come to the wedding reception of my best friend."
Not caring who was watching, Fred hugged her tightly. She was his best friend, too. "Is it bad that a very selfish part of me is glad that you're here? And another very selfish part of me is glad that you chose to wear that particular dress. You look ravishing."
"I'm glad you think so because I rather want to be ravished," she flirted.
"Ophelia," he sighed, "it's my wedding night."
"It took a lot of convincing on your part for me to keep up this affair with you, Mr. Weasley," she whispered, her cheeks flushing red at her own words, "if you didn't want to go through with it then you shouldn't have worked so hard to change my mind."
Fred smirked. His feisty little Ravenclaw. "Forgive me, love, of course I'll ravish you. Just let me make an excuse to-"
"Don't worry about it," Heather was suddenly beside him, giving Ophelia a small smile. "I can handle our guests. You go do what you have to do, Fred."
Fred gave her a smile of gratitude and politely guided Ophelia out of the reception hall. "We don't have a long time," he told her.
"I know," she assured him. But she had to have him. They'd had sex many times before, it was true, but she had to be with him right now, before he was with Heather.
Fred looked around before pulling her into a small hidden alcove. He lifted her by the hips and pinned her against the wall. Ophelia moaned as he began to ravish her throat with wet sloppy kisses. "I want you so bad," he moaned.
"Fred, Fred, I need you," she told him desperately.
Knowing he would be missed from his own wedding reception, Fred quickly unbuckled his trousers and pulled out his already hard cock. He pumped it in his hand a few times before trailing his hand under her dress. "You naughty bird," he growled playfully, "coming here with no knickers on."
Ophelia shivered in delight at the lust in his voice. "Please," she moaned. Before she even finished the word, Fred bucked his hips forward and sheathed himself entirely in her. He put his hands under her knees to hold her up as he fucked her against the wall.
Ophelia gasped and panted as he fucked her fast and hard, both of them blinded with pure need. She knew that in a way she was just letting him use her body right now. Normally he took his time with her, loved her, made love to her, but tonight he just needed her tight heat wrapped around his cock and she was more than willing to give it to him.
Having her, taking her like this against the wall, knowing that she would always be there for him, even if they couldn't have their happily ever after, gave him the strength to do what he knew he had to do tonight with Heather. It gave him the strength to fake a happy front while he was with his family and friends. Ophelia Bones was more than the girl he loved; she was his strength and his greatest weakness.
"I love you," he told her huskily as his hips ground into hers. Ophelia cried out, seeing stars behind her eyelids, and with a few more quick thrusts, Fred followed, spilling himself deep inside of her.
He rested his forehead against hers and they slid down to the floor, her legs still around his waist, and his member still buried inside of her. As soon as he caught his breath, he chuckled and said, "Sorry about your hair," it was a mess from rubbing against the stone wall she'd been pressed up against.
Ophelia laughed, too. "It's a small price to pay. I love you, too," he kissed her with all of the passion he could muster. "Fred, about tonight…"
"I know, Ophelia, I know. I'll be wishing it was you the whole time."
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"What day are we going home?" Rose asked as she turned her back toward Scorpius so he could zip up her dress. It was the day after Fred's wedding which meant that the date was now July 29th.
"August 3rd, the day before Roxanne's wedding, since you're her maid of honor and everything," Scorpius said as he brushed his lips against the back of her neck.
Despite the romantic gesture, he saw Rose frown. She looked…sad? "Would you like to go home sooner?" he asked.
"No! I mean…no, I don't. I'm having a great time here with you."
"But…?"
"No buts. It's…it's just that I've never celebrated a birthday without Albus."
"What?" Scorpius asked in confusion; whose birthday was it?
"Al and I were born a day apart," she hurried to explain. "As if he needed another thing connecting him to Uncle Harry, they share a birthday; July 31st. My birthday is August 1st. We were born exactly seven hours apart. We've celebrated our birthdays together every year."
"Rose!" he admonished. "Why didn't you tell me that your birthday was coming up? I feel like such a git! I haven't even gotten you a gift yet!"
"Scorpius, it's okay, calm down, you don't have to get me anything. Honest." She turned and stroked his face lightly. "You've been so good to me already. I don't need anything else."
"But I want to do something for you. I want to get you something or give you something for your birthday that will make you happy."
"Being here with you makes me happy."
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Albus and Norah had decided that they would live in her flat after their wedding. Auror training started soon and Norah was working more and more frequently at the wand shop. The flat above Ollivander's would be better for both of them. Albus was already starting to move his things in.
Norah didn't mind at all. It made the place feel even more like home to see Al's shoes by the door, his cloak hanging in the closet, his toothbrush beside hers in the loo. Yes, Norah Zabini had it bad for Albus Potter. She just didn't think he had it as bad for her as she had for him. Out of all the people in the world, she could probably relate the best to Scorpius. Even though she'd not yet admitted to Al that she loved him, she did.
She hadn't told him because she knew he didn't feel the same way. And that was okay. Because, like her cousin, she was willing to wait and be patient and let him fall in love with her at his own pace.
"No way!" she snapped her head up to look at Al across the room when he spoke. She was currently sitting on the sofa, studying the wand in her hands, trying to tell just by looking at it what it was made of, what it's core was, and how long it was. Albus, on the other hand, had been addressing their wedding invitations.
"What is it?" she asked as she noticed the owl that had swooped into the flat.
"I got a letter from Scorpius! You'll never believe this. Here, I'll read it to you:
Albus,
I know this might come as a shock to you, but Rose has just told me that her birthday is coming up. She also informed me that she has spent every birthday with you. As a gift for both of you, I would like to bring you and Norah out to Paris to spend a few days with Rose and I. You and Norah will have your own suite at the same hotel where Rose and I are staying and I'll take care of all expenses; food, room, even souvenirs. Just please come because I know it would mean a lot to Rose. Plus Norah has always wanted to visit France. Tell her that they have a wand museum here that I know she'll love.
Hope you're both doing well,
Scorpius"
Norah's face lit up as Albus read the letter. "Merlin's beard! I know what museum he's talking about! Gardy's Gallery! I've wanted to go there forever!"
"So I guess that means we're going to crash their honeymoon?" Albus asked with a laugh at seeing how excited Norah was. She was now rushing around the sitting room gathering all of the belongings she wanted to pack to take with them.
"Yes! We're going to France!"