Love, Sweat, and Tears.
Disclaimer: I own nothing Harry potter!
this chapter is Scorpius POV! Next chapter Scorp and Rose talk and the truth about the twins comes out!
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Chapter 8:
Scorpius POV:
I felt like I was going to go crazy. This past week went too slow for my liking. Mother informed me that we had been invited to a fashion show. I declined , but once Louis told me that I would see Rose there I accepted.
Louis and Albus informed me that the whole Weasley/Potter clans , were also invited. I started getting more anxious as the day grew closer. I was not the only one. Ron and Harry, were as distracted as I was.
Thankfully the day of this blasted show arrived. Mother asked me to come and get ready at the Manor. I think she just wanted to make sure I wouldn't go and do something crazy.
"Scorpius, darling fix your robes." Said my mother as she finished helping father with his robes.
"Where are we going again, Astoria dear?" Asked father. He was as usual in his trademark black robes. For a man pushing fifty he still managed to look good. Guess you can see who I got my good looks from.
"The invitation included a portkey. It said it was a private venue. Come now both of you. We will be late and miss our portkey. I've heard form Hermione and Ginny, that this designer has gowns to die for. And I don't want to miss anything." Mom hands is the portkey, which is a some sort of comb adorned with pearls.
I feel the pull of the portkey transporting us to our location. We finally land outside the gates of a magnificent home.
" Where are we?" Asked father. His grey eyes scanning the grounds.
" This home is beautiful. I wonder who lives here, come on know. The gate is opening." Said mother. Her green dress swaying with the wind.
"This place is bigger than the Manor." I say. We make our way up the drive to the front door.
It suddenly swings open and a lady in a black uniform welcomes us.
" Welcome to Rosier Manor. May I take the lady's coat?"
Mother hands over her coat, and we follow the women threw a series of hallways.
" Bloody hell. Rosier? I thought they were all dead. Did Evan have any children no one knew about?" Asked father. We all looked around at the beauty in this place. It didn't feel dark. The rich gold colored walls and paintings gave it a feeling of home. The women stops and we notice a different women standing at the entrance of a large door.
"Welcome, my name is Arabella Rosier-Rivers, I will be showing you to your seats. If you would be so kind as to inform us of who you are?" This girl was beautiful her long black hair framed her face and gave her an almost angelic look. Her bright blue eyes shown with excitement.
"Malfoy. Did you say Rosier? Are you by any chance related to Evan Rosier?" Asked father.
" Draco. Don't be so rude!" Reprimanded mother.
"It's alright Mrs. Malfoy. Yes, he was our uncle actually." She lead us to our seats. I didn't even bother to pay attention to my surroundings. I noticed the Weasley's and Potter's were already seated. My father offers a small wave to them.
The hall fills up by mostly important people, I see the minister sitting next to another man. The reporters for Witch Weekly and the Prophet are here as well. After about 15 minutes of waiting the lights finally dim and a women with light blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes appears. I hear mother gasp at the women's dress.
" Hello all! Thank you everyone for coming. My name is Amelie Rosier-Rivers. I'm very excited to finally be able to launch my line in England. After designing and dressing for society women in America,…"
I have completely ignored her speech at this point, we are sitting right in front of this stage thing. I look over to the right and see the girl that brought us to our seats is sitting , she is holding a small girl in her arms. A man who must be her twin is holding a small boy. He seemed to be more interested in the toy being given to him by the man sitting next to him. Suddenly the light change causes me to look up the stage and notice a girl, a very stunning and gorgeous girl make her way down the stage. I feel mom grasp my hand and father choke on his firewhiskey.
" Draco, honey, she looks just like you and Scorpius." Mom gasped.
Only then did I notice that she indeed looked just like a female version of me. I see Louis and Albus look over at me with their jaws nearly hitting the floor. She pauses right in front of us, her grey eyes are mesmerizing yet cold and distant. I can tell she's been thru a lot in her life. She locks eyes with me and gives me a very Malfoy like smirk before turning and walking back down the stage. I notice the little boy waving madly at her. After her I lose complete focus on this ridiculous parade of women. I look up only to see Weasley walking, from the dress she is wearing, some red number, the Weasley men don't look so happy. I could care less. It's been almost and hour and Rose has yet to come out. Weasley stops in front and gives me wink. Merlin, I do not like that look she just gave me. Suddenly, my heart starts beating fast, my palms start to sweat, I feel like I can't breath. I see her walking , no more like floating ,towards me. She looks beautiful in her dress. She looks over to her family, her mother and father are crying. They stand, she offers her hand. Pulls her mum in and kisses her forehead, she does the same to her dad. She continues to grab everyone's hand as she walks down. Suddenly, too suddenly, she is standing in front of me. She looks behind me at the cameras, let's them photograph her before she extends a hand to me. I can hear mother crying silently besides me and father looks like he's seen old Voldy himself. The lights go out and it's only one spotlight. Me and her. Rose and Scorpius. She gives me shaky watery smile. Before she speaks the first word, she has said to me in over three years. "Scorpius."
She lets go of my hand. Smiles at my parents and walks back towards who knows where. I'm still shaking and looking at my hand. I can't believe it. I almost miss the exchange between her and everyone on her right. They all smiled and nodded towards her. Even the small children cry and call out to her. I notice her send them kisses. I can't wait for this to be over,so that I can find her and finally be able to hold her in my arms. .