A/N: As a result of the continued interest in Fred/Heather, Heather/Hugo, and even Fred/Ophelia, I will include a bit more of those couples in future chapters. The first part of this chapter was difficult for me to write because the first part is mostly filler. It's the second half of the chapter that progresses the plot the most.

Your continued interest in this story is what keeps me updating so quickly. Whenever I receive new reviews/favorites/follows it makes me excited to keep writing!

For those of you who are wondering when Rose will find out that Scorpius chose her, I can give you a rough estimate. I THINK she will find out in chapter 23. Give or take a chapter.

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….

"Happy birthday!" Rose's eyes flew open to find Scorpius hovering over her, a big goofy grin on his face.

"You're lucky I'm not one of those girls who punches you in the face when you startle her awake, and tomorrow's my birthday." Rose scowled.

"Like you could hit this beautiful face. And I know it's tomorrow, but I'm celebrating it today." he waggled his eyebrows at her.

"Somebody's in a good mood today," she speculated.

"Yes, I am! Because we are going to celebrate your birthday and your present has just arrived!"

"Oh Godric, if your present is sex, then hold off for another hour, okay? I'm exhausted," Rose went to roll over but Scorpius flattened his body on top of hers so she couldn't move.

"Sex isn't a present. You can have that whenever you want it. I actually put some thought and effort into your birthday gift. So, if you wouldn't mind too much, get your sexy arse out of bed and put some clothes on."

"I never thought I'd hear you say those words," Rose wiggled under him, the friction causing the reaction she was hoping for. He glared down at her.

"Don't make me wrestle you into some clothes, Mrs. Malfoy."

"You really like calling me that, don't you?"

"Yes, I absolutely do. Now come on," he whined as he slid down her body and gripped her ankles. "Up you get!" he tugged her body down the bed until she fell off the end and into his arms. Thankfully she was wearing a pair of panties and a t-shirt. Despite everything, she still wouldn't say she was 100% comfortable being naked in front of him.

"Scorpius!" She was giggling like mad as he pulled a pair of her trousers off the floor and began to wrestle them onto her kicking legs. "I can get dressed myself!"

"You were taking too long. Ouch! Shit, woman, do you want me to be able to shag you tonight? Stop digging your heel into my crotch!"

"Oops! Sorry, Scor." She stopped struggling long enough for him to get the pair of jeans on her and done up. He tapped his chin thoughtfully as if something was missing.

Without warning he wrenched the t-shirt off of her. Rose squealed and covered herself with her hands. "Where's a bra?" he grumbled as he shuffled hastily through one of her suitcases. Finally he seized one, a black one and dropped her unceremoniously onto the bed.

"I really can do this all by myself," she tried again, but Scorpius shook his head and continued dressing her.

"These are so much easier to take off than to put on," he noted as he somehow managed to clasp the bra. "Now you just need a top. Oh, I like this one on you," he pulled a loose white off-the-shoulder shirt out of her bag.

"I can't wear that one."

"Yes you can, arms up!" Knowing it was no use to argue, Rose huffed as she lifted her arms and Scorpius pulled the shirt down onto her. "Hmm. This isn't going to work, is it? I can see your bra right through it."

"Told you," she eyed him haughtily.

Scorpius gave her the cocky smirk he was famous for at Hogwarts. "Well, love, I have to hand it to you witches. I don't know how you manage to get ready every morning. Hurry up and find a suitable top then meet me in the sitting room."

He abruptly turned and left. Rose smiled at his retreating figure before shimmying out of the sheer shirt and pulling on a plain blank tank top. She accented it with a scarf, ran a brush through her hair, sprayed some perfume, and emerged just a minute after Scorpius had left the room.

"Bloody hell, how do you do that?"

"Practice, lots of practice. Now where's my present? You didn't buy me the Eiffel Tower, did you?"

He looked up at her sharply and asked very seriously, "Did you want the Eiffel Tower? I'm sure if I asked my dad to make a few calls, I could work something out with-"

She put her finger over his lips. "If you bought me the Eiffel Tower I wouldn't have sex with you for a month. I wouldn't care if you didn't get me anything, but since you obviously already have, I am very eager to find out what it is."

Giddy with glee, Scorpius twined their hands together and pulled her out of the hotel room. "Should I grab my purse?" she asked, moving to turn back toward the room.

"No need, we're not leaving the hotel."

"But where…" Scorpius stopped outside of another hotel room, just down the hall from theirs. "Oh Merlin, Scor, if you got us a second hotel room just because you could-"

He clucked his tongue at her. "Stop guessing, you're rubbish at it." Then he rapped lightly on the door.

It was wrenched open from the other side where Albus and Norah stood, wearing matching grins. "Surprise!" they yelled. "Happy birthday, Rose!"

Rose screamed incoherently and pulled them both into a hug. She was nearly in tears as she released Norah but continued clinging to Al. "I'm so glad you're here!"

She let go of Al so quickly that he almost fell forward. Then she was on Scorpius; hugging him, kissing him, running her hands through his hair. Each word she spoke was punctuated with a kiss, "Thank – you – so – much!"

"Down there, Rosie," Albus teased as he wrapped an arm around Norah's waist. "I know you're still on your honeymoon, but could you keep your hands off of him for just a bit so we can spend some time with you?"

Rose blushed crimson. The past week she hadn't really been around anyone except for Scorpius, aside from attending Fred's wedding, and she'd gotten exceptionally comfortable around him and showing affection for him. If she took the time to think about it, she would be shocked at the difference a week made.

…..

"I miss Rose," James was dragging his broomstick through the sitting room where Leila sat going over the latest Daily Prophet. He'd just come trudging in from practice and was tracking mud on the carpet.

"Clean that up," Leila mumbled as she turned the page. With a sigh James twirled his wand and vanished all of the mud.

"Are you even listening to me, Lei?"

"Yes, you miss Rose. Did you know that Al is in Paris with her?"

"What?" James screeched in a tone dripping with anger at being left out.

"That's what it says here in the Prophet. Apparently some reporter saw Albus and Norah arrive this morning and managed to get it printed before the paper was distributed today."

"That's not fair! I want to go to Paris!"

"No! Absolutely not! James Potter, you wipe that look off of your face right now!"

"What look?"

"That…that…'I'm going to crash Rose's honeymoon' look!"

"Psshh, that is not my look, darling. My look is 'I'm going to take my beautiful wife to Paris tomorrow because I love her and she deserves a vacation.'"

Leila blinked at him skeptically. "This is a very bad idea, but I am afraid that I must concur with you, dear husband. Your gorgeous wife does deserve a vacation to France."

James beamed, savoring the taste of victory. "Then we'll pack tonight and take a Portkey first thing in the morning."

…..

Rose and Scorpius had been in the city long enough that they'd already seen and done everything they wanted to see and do. Now they were just showing Albus and Norah around. "There it is!" squealed Norah.

"Merlin, you're strong for a woman," Albus grumbled as she hauled him toward the wand museum that was her main motivation behind wanting to come to Paris. Scorpius and Rose followed at a slower pace.

It hadn't escaped Al's notice that Scorpius kept an arm over Rose's shoulders the whole day. Rose, likewise, kept her arm around his waist. Hardly anybody in the world knew Rose as well as he did, and he could tell from once look that she was falling for Scorpius. He wondered if she realized it yet herself.

Even with these interesting thoughts on his mind, he managed to focus mainly on Norah. He got the impression that she hadn't been on many family vacations and hadn't traveled much. Everything seemed new and exciting to her.

"This is heaven," she sighed as she leaned so close to an exhibit that her nose was almost pressed against the glass. The wand in the case had a plaque saying that it had once belonged to Andros the Invincible.

"Did you know," rattled Norah, sounding very much like Rose used to sound when she was in class at Hogwarts, "that Merlin used to make wands? Apparently wandlore was fascinating to him and he found it to be the only branch of magic that really challenged him. Gardy's Gallery is said to contain the world's largest collection of wands fashioned by him personally. I wonder if they have those out on exhibit?"

"Yes, they do," Rose said crisply as she consulted a pamphlet the welcome wizard had given her when they entered the museum. "It looks like it's in that room over there," she pointed toward an archway that led to another part of the museum.

Norah gave a very girlish squeal and ran toward the room. "She's so excited," noted Rose happily.

"Yes, I think Al is really good for her."

"I think she's good for him, too."

"They're both just so…"

"…abnormally sweet," Scorpius and Rose looked at each other and started laughing as they realized their thoughts were the same.

There was a comfortable pause between them as they watched Albus and Norah tour the museum. Scorpius reached for her hand and frowned when he felt her instinctive flinch. She'd been doing so damn well since the wedding but when she went too long without showing affection for him, it became slightly uncomfortable for her again.

Before he could even become aggravated by her reaction, she rectified it by twining their fingers together tightly. He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it softly. Rose smiled but didn't look at him.

….

After Gardy's Gallery they took a horse and carriage tour through parts of the city, had a late lunch, took a special wizard-only tour through some of the magical parts of Paris, did a bit of shopping, ate dinner, and then went to celebrate Al's and Rose's birthdays.

They had cake and butterbeer on the roof of the hotel while gazing at the city lights. "I don't think I've ever had a better birthday," Al mused as he leaned forward to lick a bit of chocolate icing off of the corner of Norah's mouth.

"You know, Al, I was just thinking the same thing," Rose sighed and snuggled back contentedly into her husband's chest. Scorpius was sitting on a blanket they had brought up to the roof with his legs stretched out in front of him. Rose was laying right beside him, leaning into him, and he found the warmth of her body to be comforting.

"There is just one thing that's missing," Albus said this very innocently but Scorpius felt Rose stiffen in his arms.

"Now, Al, if you're thinking what I think you're thinking then you'd better stop that thinking right-" her words were cut off when a large piece of chocolate cake hit her square in the face.

"Traditional birthday food fight!" Albus screamed as Rose scrambled to get her hands on something to fling back at him. Before he had time to duck, she managed to get a whole glass of butterbeer poured over the top of his head. With a flick of his wand he multiplied the amount of cake they had left and Scorpius and Norah joined in, not knowing what else to do.

The four of them ran around the roof shrieking, throwing cake, sloshing butterbeer, and tackling each other until they were all covered in the remnants of the birthday dessert. "Next time can we do teams?" Rose requested as she dragged icing through her messy hair.

"Next time?" asked Scorpius looking aghast.

"You've never been to a Weasley dinner yet, have you?" Albus winced in sympathy and patted Scorpius's shoulder in consolation. "There's always a food fight. Sometimes we choose teams. Rose and I are always on a team because we guard each other's backs, and James always picks Lucy because even though she's tiny that girl can throw."

"What about the adults?" Norah asked in confusion. Didn't their parents put a stop to this?

"Uncle Ron has excellent aim, but he's a sore loser. Aunt Hermione never participates but she's always shouting directions to her husband. Grandad sometimes grabs an empty to plate to shield his face and continues eating like normal. My mum usually joins whichever team my dad isn't on because I think she secretly gets enjoyment out of throwing things at him in a fit of rage-"

"I meant, they let you act that way?"

"Let us?" Al laughed, "They are normally the ones who start it! Well, Uncle George does anyway. And Uncle Bill."

"Rose?" Scorpius sounded very serious and Rose turned to him questioningly. "Please tell me that I'm never invited to any family dinner of yours. Ever."

She beamed at him. "Actually, you are supposed to accompany me to every single one."

"How often does your family get together like that? Holidays?"

Rose's smile turned devilish. "Every weekend, except recently because of all of the weddings and whatnot. Once everything settles down we'll start having them every weekend again."

"Oh, Rose!" Al said excitedly, "think about all of the new people that will be there! We'll probably have to build bigger fortresses!"

"Fortresses?"

"Yeah, they're not just for food fights, though. We have water fights in the summer, snowball fights in the winter, but no matter what time of year it is you have to watch out for Louis because he'll cheat and start throwing gnomes or Gran's chickens."

Norah giggled in amusement before catching the look of trepidation on Scorpius's face. "Still glad you got stuck with Rose?"

Although he continued to look scared at the idea of flying poultry hitting him in the head, he replied sincerely, "Absolutely."

….

Albus and Norah were snogging heatedly in the hallway of the hotel, not even making it into the room yet. "Perhaps I should have booked two separate hotel rooms for the two of you," Scorpius said with a glare.

Al gave him a mischievous smirk and said, "That would be a waste of money as one of them would remain unoccupied for our entire stay."

Norah blushed and playfully punched his shoulder. "Listen, Potter," Scorpius began with a finger pointed threateningly at Albus.

Rose interceded. "Darling?" she stretched up to kiss Scorpius's jaw. "You know that wine you like so much that the hotel has? I was thinking that after I take a quick shower I can pour it all over myself and let you clean it up with your tongue."

Scorpius almost dropped to his knees in shock and elation. This was the side of Rose that he'd always suspected was there. This was the feisty vixen he'd caught glimpses of over the past month. This was the witch who made him want to fall at her feet and beg her to have sex with him.

However, no matter how much she tempted him, there was a slightly more pressing issue at the moment and Scorpius could sometimes be too logical for his own liking. "You're trying to distract me, witch," he growled.

"Is it working?" she widened her eyes innocently and twisted her fist into the front of his shirt, ignore the chocolate that was smudged there.

"Yes…no!...Okay, maybe just a bit, but I'm not done thoroughly intimidating your cousin to get him to keep his hands off of my cousin!"

"Now, Scor, let's be fair here. Did you keep your hands off of me before we were married?"

"Yes!"

"Oh really?"

"Rose, I think I would remember. You drove me absolutely crazy waiting for you to be ready."

"Ah-ha! So you were waiting for me to be ready?"

"Of course."

"If I had been ready before the wedding, would you have had sex with me?"

"If you had been ready before the wedding I would have had you in my bed before you could say 'Quidditch.'"

"Exactly my point. I'm sure that Albus has been a perfect gentleman. I'm sure that he hasn't made any unwelcome advances toward Norah. If she wants him, and he wants her, then that's their business."

"But…but…she's like my little sister!" Scorpius whined.

"And Albus fancies her very much. He respects her. He genuinely cares about her. You couldn't have found a better bloke to be with Norah. Just look at them!" During Rose and Scorpius's argument, Albus and Norah had returned to snogging and Albus now had her pressed against the hotel room door with one arm around her waist and the other fumbling with the room key trying to get the door unlocked while keeping his focus on the girl in his arms.

"Well damn," Scorpius grumbled. "Let's get away from here before I start throwing hexes at him." He begrudgingly began following Rose down the hallway to their room. "Were you serious about the wine thing?"

Rose said nothing as she turned and shot a positively wicked smile his way.

….

"You are a goddess," Rose woke up to having these words whispered in her ear as large familiar hands stroked her sides, creeping up under the t-shirt she'd worn to bed.

"Mmm, good morning," she replied as she turned her head to kiss him.

He pulled back just enough to say, "Happy birthday," before letting his lips meet hers again. The kissing became hotter and hotter until they were both panting and grinding against each other through their clothes. Rose was physically shaking in anticipation and desire.

"Aren't you…" a ragged breath left her as he sucked on the skin below her ear, "…tired of this yet?"

"Rose," his low voice rasped, "I will never get enough of you like this. I will never get enough of hearing you say my name while I'm giving you pleasure. I will never get enough of feeling your body wrapped around mine."

He was going to continue his eloquent speech but the woman beneath him put a stop to it by pulling his face down to hers again. "You're too good to me," she told him. "I don't deserve you."

This caused him to pause and sit up. "Do you really think that?"

Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she attempted to catch her breath. "Of course I do."

Scorpius shook his head. "You are positively barmy."

Before Rose could reply, there was a knock on the door and a male voice called, "Room service!"

Scorpius groaned in disappointment as he eyed the flushed look on Rose's face. "We didn't order room service!" he called back, trying to get the hotel worker to leave them alone so he could ravish his wife some more.

"It's a complimentary breakfast in honor of Mrs. Malfoy's birthday!"

Scorpius and Rose both looked confused. Had Albus told the staff that it was her birthday? He rolled off of the bed and trotted out of the bedroom, through the sitting room, and opened the door. "James?"

At hearing that name, Rose sprinted into the sitting room of their hotel suite, forgetting that she was wearing her knickers and an old t-shirt. "Bloody hell, Rosie, put some trousers on!" James and Leila Potter were standing just inside the hotel room as Rose rushed in. With scarlet-tinted cheeks she retreated to the bedroom, tugged on the first thing she could get her hands on, and returned.

"Really?" James blinked at her slowly. She glanced down to see that she'd pulled on a pair of Scorpius's boxers which reached her mid-thigh. She gave him a carless shrug.

"Look who's talking. What in the name of Merlin's most baggy y-fronts are you wearing?" James was dressed in an attire one might find a tourist on a tropical island sporting. He had a flowered Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts, socks with sandals, and on his head sat a giant straw hat.

"Leila said 'vacation' and I thought I'd better dress the part!"

"Be thankful I talked him out of the bum bag," Leila muttered.

"What I'm thankful for is that he actually knocked this time before barging in," Rose said with a roll of her eyes.

"Oh, he tried, but the door was locked and alohamora wouldn't work on it."

"James!"

"What? I wanted to surprise you!"

Rose slapped a hand over her forehead and shook her head. Sometimes her family drove her insane. But she wouldn't trade any of them for the world.

…..

The six of them spent the next couple of days doing the traditional touristy things as James insisted on being as 'authentic' as possible. Rose was of the opinion that he wasn't sure what the definition of 'authentic' was, but James thought they were blending in smashingly to French society.

At first Scorpius had been unsure of having so many members of her family around for their honeymoon but it actually worked in his favor. She was already used to showing her emotions around him when they were alone together, and she was becoming more comfortable with showing her feelings for him in front of her family.

It was their last night in Paris and the three girls decided to go out and catch a performance of an Opera. The boys had quickly opted to stay at the hotel and maybe play some cards or Avada each other. You know, whichever got them out of going to the Opera.

"So how is married life, Scorp?" James asked as he shuffled the deck of cards and began to deal.

"Good. I know we're still on our honeymoon but I'm happy and I think Rose is, too."

"I've never seen her like this before," Albus commented.

"What do you mean?"

"She never shows her true self around people other than her family. It's one of the effects after…well, you know," Al winced, not wanting to bring up the story from Rose's past again if he could help it. She'd been hurt by too many people in too short of a time for it to leave her unscathed.

"There must have been at least a few others?"

"Not unless Teddy counts," said James seriously. "For the longest time Al, Fred, Hugo, Louis, Roxanne, and I were the only ones who knew the true Rose. But during this vacation I caught her teasing Leila about our sex life, offering Norah advice on how to cook Al's favorite dishes, and she's been more relaxed around you than I thought possible."

"Those are all good things, right?" Scorpius asked as he picked up his cards and arranged them in his hand.

"Very good, but very odd," said Al. "I just hope that she keeps it up."

…

Fred and Heather moved into their new house together. It was small, but cozy, and it had been a wedding gift from Fred's parents. Heather didn't want to accept it, especially since she was technically cheating on their son, but Fred had assured her that it was alright.

They decorated it together and sorted through all of their wedding presents. "Let's look at it like this," said Fred as he grimaced at a particularly ugly vase and shoved it back into the box it had come from. "We're two friends who are roommates in a house."

"Yes, I like that. Mates. Sharing a house," Heather nervously tucked her hair behind her ear as she wrote down names of people who had sent them presents so she could mail them thank-you cards later.

"Heather," Fred sighed. "I know you're uncomfortable with all of this. I am, too, but if we just pretend like we're not married, I think we'll both be a lot happier. The Ministry forced us to take marriage bonds and to consummate the marriage. But how we choose to live our lives is up to us."

"So what you're saying is that nothing between us is going to change?"

"No, not at all. As a matter of fact I was going to suggest that you keep your flat in Hogsmeade. I think that you should probably live here, with me, but if you want a place to meet up with your boyfriend, then your old apartment is ideal."

"That's a good idea," she agreed. "I wouldn't mind if you brought Ophelia over here. Fred, I'm serious about this. I think of you as nothing more than a very good friend. If I were to come home one evening and find you and Ophelia cuddled on the couch watching the telly, I would probably say hello and offer to make you some popcorn. I know you're dating her. There are no official attachments between you and me as far as I am concerned."

Fred nodded. "But there is one thing that I want to change."

Heather's head snapped up to look at him. "What?"

"As much as we don't feel like it's true, we are married. You are my wife and I'm going to take care of you. Heather, if you need anything, please let me know. I am your husband. I will do my best to provide for you and take care of you. We both know that I'm in love with Ophelia, but the reality of it is that she's my, erm, mistress. You, as my wife, have to be my first priority. Okay?"

Heather gave him a sad smile and reached a hand up to stroke his face. "Thank you, Fred, that really does mean a lot to me. The same goes for you, too. I'll do what I can to be a good wife to you."

"Thanks. After all, what are friends for?"

…..

Scorpius and Rose arrived back at Malfoy Manor the day before Roxanne's wedding. Rose tried on her bridesmaid dress, unpacked their suitcases, and was just starting to relax when Draco and Astoria entered the parlor in which she was sitting.

Malfoy Manor felt foreign to her. It most definitely did not feel like home. Therefore she was going to do her damn best to get comfortable in every fucking room in this mansion. She was curled up on a sofa with a book in hand, getting ready to delve into it.

"Rose! We're so glad that you and Scorpius are home!" Astoria hugged her and sat down beside her. Draco began to pace.

"Is everything alright?" Rose asked skeptically.

"Of course," Astoria's smile was brittle.

"We received an owl today from Azkaban prison," Draco began without preamble. "There is a prisoner there who wishes to speak with you. He has requested that you come alone and that you are open minded about what he has to say."

Rose didn't need to ask because she already knew the answer. "Nathan?"

"Yes, Nathan."

"What does he want with me?"

"Nobody knows."

"Is that even legal? Am I allowed to visit him while he is in Azkaban?"

"There are certain restrictions in place, but none of them apply to you. You see, the prisoners are allowed visitors as long as they meet the following criteria," Draco pulled a rolled-up piece of parchment out of his pocket and unfurled it to read the rules. "The visitor must be a relation to the inmate," Draco paused to explain, "Since you married Scorpius you are now Nathan's cousin-in-law, thereby making you a relation to him. The visitor must not have a criminal record. I am assuming that your record is as spotless?" she nodded. "The visitor must be at least seventeen years of age. The visitor must make an Unbreakable Vow upon arriving at the facility that he/she will not help the prisoner to escape. The visitor must present his/her wand for inspection upon arriving at the facility. The visitor must be cleared with the Head of Auror Office, Head of Magical Law Enforcement, and Head of Azkaban Prison."

"That's it?"

"It goes on to list various items that you are not allowed to have on your person upon entering his prison cell, but yes, that is the jist of it," said Draco shortly.

"There's no law saying that you have to go visit him just because he asked you to," said Astoria quickly.

"Write them back and tell them that I'll go. I agree to all of the conditions."

"No," Scorpius entered the room with a fierce scowl. "I don't want you anywhere near him again."

"Scorpius, there will be guards there. I'll be perfectly safe."

"I don't like it," Scorpius growled. "This feels wrong. What if he tries to take you as a hostage in exchange for his release?"

"That's impossible, son," said Draco. "He has no carnal weapon, no wand, and it would be impossible for him to perform wandless magic."

"Why impossible?" asked Rose curiously.

"Ever since they got rid of the Dementors who used to guard the prison, they enchanted each individual cell to drain the witch or wizard within of all magical power. It used to be that when people visited Azkaban, the dementors made it miserable and almost impossible for visitors to stay very long. This enchantment works very similarly. Once you enter his cell, your magic will be slowly drained out of you. It makes you weak, light-headed, depressed, and it could result in causing you to fall ill. As soon as you're out of there you'll feel perfectly fine. There are no permanent or lasting effects like there were when dementors used to be the guards."

Rose paled but still looked determined. "I don't know why, but I truly believe that I need to do this. What if he has something important to say about Norah or Dominique? I need to hear what he has to say."

"Then I'll go in there with you," Scorpius said.

"You can't," Astoria corrected. "The letter specifically says that Rose must come alone. You can accompany her to the gates but they won't even let you onto the grounds."

"Scorpius," said Rose softly as she saw defiance spark in his eyes. "I don't want our first real fight to be over something like this. Nathan attacked me to get to Norah. This is my choice. Please don't start a fight."

Draco and Astoria watched the couple warily. Scorpius had always been so level headed, calm, and collected. Neither of them had ever even seen him this worked up before. The angriest they'd ever seen Scorpius was when he was telling them about the conversation the boys in his dormitory had about wanting to marry Rose.

"Fine. As much as it pains me to agree, it would pain me much more to hurt you over this issue and have you traipse off to that god-forsaken place without me. I'll go with you as far as I can and I'll stay there until you return. If there's any sign of trouble then I'll come in with my wand blazing."

She kissed him softly. "I wouldn't have expected anything else."

…

A/N: Sneak peeks of the next chapter:

"We all wanted you, you know. Scorpius was just the lucky bloke who won."

…..

"Do you know what you're getting yourself into, mate? I mean, having an affair with a married woman isn't something you should do lightly."

…..

"I said no alcohol at my wedding! If I can't drink it then nobody else can either!"