Platform 9 ¾ was an eventful place after Christmas break at Hogwarts. There were nearly the same amount of parents and students as September 1st, only this time, no one was nervous and everyone was excited to get back to school to show off their presents and share new stories. The Potter-Weasley clan was no exception. A whole section on the platform seemed to be exclusively for the red heads.

Ron Weasley, a tall man whose stress made him appear older than he was, stood a little bit away from his family conversing with Lysander Scamander, his daughter Rose's longtime boyfriend.

"Keep an eye on Hugo, won't you? I know he can be a little hot tempered, but he really does look up to you. We can't have anymore fights breaking out."

"I'll watch him, Mr. Weasley."

"Lysander, I've known you since you were born. Please call me Ron."

"Okay, Ron. Well, aside from the Hugo situation, there was something I wanted to talk to you about." Lysander swallowed nervously.

"What is it, boy? Is it about Rose?"

"Yes, sir."

"Is she pregnant?" Ron began to turn red. "If she is I'll curse-"

"No, Ron… Mr. Weasley, absolutely not. I'd never let that happen. Unmarried and still in school? No, you should know we're both far too responsible for that." It was true. They were probably the best behaved pair of students at Hogwarts.

"Yes… unmarried…" Ron grumbled.

"Well, actually that has something to do with what I wanted to talk to you about. You see Mr. Weasley, I'd like to ask your permission to ask Rose to marry me."

Ron was dumbstruck. "What? She's seventeen! You're both still in school!"

"Yes, sir, but we're both adults in the wizarding world. I'll wait to ask her until she's eighteen, so we'll even be adults in the muggle world."

"She's still too young." He paused. "That being said, it's not my decision to make. Do you really love her?"

"Yes, sir, more than anything."

"Then ask her. She's my little girl, so if she's happy, I'm happy."

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley."

"Alright, son. Get on the train before it leaves without you."

"Yes, sir. Goodbye, sir!"

Later in the week, on Rose Weasley's eighteenth birthday, Hogwarts was covered in a blanket of sparking white. Albus Potter did his homework outside by the lake with his best friend, Scorpius Malfoy. Albus shook out his messy black hair to rid it of the falling snowflakes. Scorpius sat; neither paying attention to his homework, nor caring how much snow fell on him. He'd be depressed ever since Christmas when he'd visited the Weasleys and attempted to rekindle an old relationship with Molly Weasley, who'd graduated Hogwarts the year before. Needless to say, he was turned down.

"Can we go insiiiiiiiide?" Albus whined to his best friend. "I'm going to freeze over and die."

"Just like my heart!" Scorpius cried throwing himself into the snow.

Albus rolled his eyes. He looked reluctantly at his divination homework. Making up visions was one of his favorite things to do, because he could do no work and his teacher still loved him. He threw the parchment carelessly into his bag and collapsed next to the blond boy.

"Dude, look at yourself. You're Scorpius fucking Malfoy! Heart-breaker! You've slept with half the girls in our year. And now this one chick doesn't want you, and you're upset over it? Dude, you can't do this every time you get rejected. You have a fan club for crying out loud! Why are you so upset over this girl?"

"Because I love her." Scorpius whispered. Albus scoffed.

"You love Molly Weasley. Just like you loved Jenny Zabini. And Cat Thomas. And Juliana Goyle. And Miranda Longbottom. And Ethel-"

"Shut up, dude! I'm serious. I'm in love."

"I know Molly's my cousin, but I'm speaking from a completely unbiased and neutral point of view when I say: The girl's pretty, at best. There are some seriously hot girls here. And that's coming from me. I don't even LIKE girls! You could have any one of them."

"But I want her."

"Why? Listen to me-"

"Hey, Al!" Louis Weasley yelled from across the field, jogging towards them.

"What's up big man?" Albus said standing up and ruffling his cousin's bright red hair.

"We're throwing a surprise party for Rosie's birthday tonight in the Gryffindor common room. Lorcan wasn't so keen on inviting a Slytherin, but all the cousins are coming, so I figured I HAD to invite you. It's a costume party, because you know how Ro's always loved dress-up."

"You got permission for all the graduated cousins to come? How'd you get McGonagall to agree to that one?"

"She knows Uncle George could sneak them in, permission or not, so she figured she'd save him the trouble"

"Niiiice. Well I'd be happy to come for our dear sweet Rosie."

"Awesome! The password's 'Yadhtrib.' Oh, and we're changing it after tonight. Lorcan's idea, not mine. He didn't want you telling any of your Slytherin friends how to get in." Louis eyed Scorpius.

Albus laughed. "That's cool dude. I'll see you later" Louis smiled and walked off. "You know what this means, right dude?" He turned with a grin to Scorpius.

"That I'll be lamenting alone tonight?"

"Noooo. That you're coming to the party with me! Come on, Molly'll be there."

"I am not going to a party in this state of mind. No offense, but I don't particularly like Rose. I barely know her! I already have to practically live with her, why would I crash her birthday party? And the Scamanders with be there. They both hate my guts. Also, your cousin made it pretty clear you're not to bring any 'Slytherin friends.' Anyway, I don't want to see Molly. She doesn't want me, seeing her again would just make me fall more in love with her."

"Oh you break my wittle heart. Come on, bro. The party'll be huge. All of Gryffindor'll be there, plus my whole family. So that's basically half the wizarding world, right there. No one'll know if there's one more person. Besides, you'll be in costume. They won't know it's you. You're going to realize how little Molly means to you. You'll see her with all those other beautiful, hot, sexy girls and she won't compare. Then you'll get some other girl for the night and bing bam boom, you're back on top."

"You're wrong. My feelings aren't that trivial."

"Fine. Prove it. If you don't have fun tonight, I'll be your slave for a month."

"Deal."

"Yes! Now let's go get us some costumes…"