Disclaimer: I woke up today, and I'm STILL not JK Rowling. Life isn't fair.

A/N: According to JK Rowling, Hugo's at least two years younger than Rose. This would make him fourteen at the most, which would make Pandora a cougar, considering that she's seventeen. I didn't quite consider this earlier. So, can we just PRETEND that Hugo's seventeen for the story's sake? And if you've watched West Side Story, you'll understand a little more, for reasons I won't spoil for the rest of you mere mortals.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Great Hall: 24 December 2022

Even though a fast song was playing, Scorpius and Rose continued slow dancing, too lost in each other to notice that the slow song had ceased to play ages ago. Their slow dancing amongst the fast and furious modernized dancing of everyone around them seemed to give the illusion of the two being suspended in time.

And, apparently, their love caught the eye of a very indignant Vincent Wood. Both the Weasleys and the Woods had been trying to set Rose and Vincent up, though Rose never liked Vincent, where Vincent was very infatuated with Rose. Seeing her with that Malfoy boy made him absolutely infuriated. He knew Rose's family wouldn't stand for her falling for a Malfoy, and he knew all he had to do to make that little scum dissapear was to tell her older brother whom she was dancing with.

Vincent strolled over to Hugo, who was dancing to the upbeat tune with Pandora.

"Oi, Weasley! D'you see the bloke your sister's dancing with? That Malfoy rat!" Vincent said, steaming.

Hugo craned his neck over towards Scorpius and Rose's direction. "Aw, bloody 'ell, this won't go over well." (A/N: *giggles* That rhymed) he mumbled as he saw his sister run her fingers through Scorpius's hair. His fists clenched absentmindedly as he made his way across the Great Hall.

The spaces between Scorpius and Rose's lips grew smaller and smaller by the second until it was soon just a myth, and their lips locked. Hugo quickened his pace, and felt his heart pounding in fury against his ribcage. He felt his arm stretch out and push against Scorpius's shirt.

"Get your bloody paws off of my sister!" Hugo roared, pushing the blonde away from Rose. Scorpius stumbled backwards as he was pushed.

"HUGO! I can't believe you'd do such a thing! He's never done anything to you!" Rose screamed.

"Rose, he's a Malfoy, he's just like every other member of his family, rotten Death Eater scum!" Hugo fired back.

"You have no right to just assume that about someone you don't even know!" Rose yelled.

Hugo grabbed Rose's arm and pulled her aside, but not without a struggle. "As a matter of fact, Rose, I do. Evil runs in their blood. Do you have the slightest idea as to how furious Mum and Dad are going to be when they find out about this tomorrow?"

Rose sighed outwardly, causing some of her bangs to flutter upwards. She knew they'd be going home on the Hogwarts Express for what's left of break the next day, and her parents would convert to cannibalism once they heard she'd kissed a Malfoy (A/N And she liked it, oooh she liked it! I just had to quote Katy Perry, I felt it was completely nessecary).

"You have two options." Hugo started. "You leave peacefully now, and I won't tell Mum and Dad about this little incident, or you can put up a fight, in which case I will rat you out. Am I clear?"

"I'm not leaving." Rose said, frustrated.

Hugo began pulling her away from the dance floor and to her dorm. Rose pulled away from him and made her way to Scorpius. Hugo sprinted across the room to his sister.

"That's it Rose, I'm telling the whole family at Christmas dinner tomorrow! Do you even have any idea what that's going to be like?!" Hugo threatened.

"I don't care! James would open his big mouth regardless of any promises you make!" Rose fired back. They both knew James, being James, would let it casually slip to the whole Weasley clan that Rose had rendezvoused with Scorpius.

"Last warning! Am I going to have to force you to leave?" He asked, obviously going stressed.

"Yes." Rose stated. She put her arms back around Scorpius and lost the world. The only thing she could see now were his crystal-like blue eyes. She felt a current run through her, a force that seemed to bind them by running through both, connecting them like a magnetic pull. She stayed like this for what felt like many blissful days, untill she felt a rough hand land on her shoulder jerk her away from Scorpius, her world, the one thing that mattered.

Her head whipped around to see who the owner of the hand was. It was Albus. She squirmed to escape his grip, but Vincent's fist clamped down on her other shoulder before she could move. Rose had a very colorful word forming on her lips, but James snatched her elbow before she could allow it to escape. She began to move her free arm over to shake James off, but Hugo captured her free arm before she could make her escape.

"Let her go!" Scorpius cried out. He ran up and wrestled with Vincent's grip on Rose's shoulder, and would've succeeded in freeing her if Albus hadn't whipped his wand out with the hand that wasn't keeping Rose stationary and shouted the first incantation that came out at Scorpius.

"SECTUMSEMPRA!" Albus cried. (A/N: What's up with Potters always Sectumsempra-ing Malfoys on impulse? The world may never know.)

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Scorpius flying a good fifteen feet across the Great Hall with blood spurting from his chest, the bloodcurdling scream emitted by Rose, Albus's eyes widening to the size of Paris Hilton's closet, the scared students who scurried out of the way as Scorpius fell to the ground, the cluster of teachers surrounding Scorpius in a panic, Proffessor Longbottom repeatedly screaming "DETENTION!" at Vincent, Hugo, James, and Albus, Madame Pomfrey bursting into the hall to transport Scorpius to the Hospital Wing on a stretcher of some sort, and lastly, every student being evacuated from the Great Hall.

The Burrow: Dining Room: 25 December 2022

As Uncle George slipped a U-No-Poo into a distracted Uncle Percy's butterbeer, Uncle Charlie told a fascinating story about the dragons he faced in the Chinese wilderness, Hugo whispered something to Pandora which made her giggle, Teddy and Victoire's 3-year-old daughter, Dora, was sculpting assymetrical castles with her mashed potatoes, and Grandma Weasley placed a fat turkey onto the table, Rose was playing back the events from the night before in her head. Scorpius's smile, his laugh, his eyes, everything about him made her heart like it was flying. She could almost feel his arms around her, and tried not to wear a stupid lovesick facial expression that might give herself away.

"So, Albus, I heard you ruined the Yule Ball." Aunt Ginny said, an edge obvious in her voice.

"M-m-mum, I can explain, r-really!" Albus replied.

"Well, you had best have a very good reason for sending that poor boy to the hospital wing!" Ginny almost shouted as she scooped some mashed potatoes onto her plate.

"Oh, he had a good reason, all right." Hugo cut in. "It was the Malfoy boy. He had danced with Rose, kissed her, too. We all wanted to hex Malfoy, but Al here beat us to it."

The table of Weasleys fell under a wave of silence. Every eye was on Rose. Hugo smirked. Hermione's eyes were the size of dinner plates. Ron was doing a very accurate impersonation of a tomato. Uncle Percy did a spit-take. Grandma Weasley dropped the pie she was carrying to the table. Dora giggled at the awkward silence, or perhaps she was giggling at the idea of her aunt kissing a boy, or even her great-grandmother's clumsiness.

"Rose." Hermione began. "Care to explain?"

"I-I..." Rose paused, unsure of how to put what she felt into words. "I k-k-know it's not what you want to hear, b-but... I love him."

"You do NOT love him Rose! He's just another Malfoy scum!" Ron roared

Rose felt herself involuntarily stand up, fueled by her anger. "THAT'S A LIE! A BLOODY LIE!!!" She screamed as boiling blood pushed its way through her veins like lava desperate to escape an errupting volcano.

"That tears it! We're going home! NOW!" Ron demanded.

Weasley Manor: Rose's Room: 26 December 2022

Rose lie in her bed staring at the ceiling. She couldn't help but be terribly angry with her father, nor could she help the fear of the thought that she might never be able to spend time with Scorpius again, as she had overheard her parents discussing the idea of sending her off to Beauxbatons. The thought of the latter brought a terrible sickly feeling to her lower stomach. These feelings combined gave her an uncurable case of insomnia, the only reason she would be up at 3 AM.

Tap. Tap. TAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAP.

"Rose?" A voice called from out on her balcony.

She crawled out of bed and walked cautiously up to the the doors to her balcony. She saw the silhouette of a man, and she recognized him right away. Scorpius.

Rose pushed the French doors leading to her balcony open to see Scorpius standing there with a big grin on his face and an old broom in his gloved hand.

"Scorpius! You're really here! Oh, you must be freezing..." Rose said as she ushered him into her room from the icy winds. Being late December, it was freezing cold out. The fact that Scorpius cared enough about her to fly to her in such snowy conditions made Rose's heart melt.

Scorpius's pale hands had a reddish tone to them from the cold, Rose noticed as he removed his tattered gloves. She wrapped her hands around his. "Your hands are like ice!"

"I flew here all the way from Ottery Saint Catchpole in -12 degree celsius (A/N: That's about 10 degrees Fahrenheit) weather just to see you. It was worth everything." Scorpius said as he cupped Rose's warm face in his cold hands.

Rose laughed as she wrapped her hand lovingly around his wrist. "You came here all the way from Ottery Sai--" She was cut off.

"ROSE! Go to bed already!" Hugo called from the next room over.

The redhead and blonde froze. "Errrm, sorry, Hugh!" Rose apologized.

"I'm sorry, I had no idea-" Scorpius whispered.

"No, no, it's okay. Muffliato! There, now we can talk as much and as loud as we want without my nosy family hearing a bit of it." Rose said.

"Anyway," Scorpius began as he sat down on Rose's bed, "There's a Boxing Day celebration going on down in Diagon Alley right now. There's going to be consession, fireworks, and a lot of the shops are going to be giving out free samples. I think we should go."

"Scorpius, that sounds amazing!" She began. "I can't go, though, my uncle runs Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and he's going to be out there. He hasn't stopped talking about it for weeks, he'd see us."

"It doesn't matter, I'm not like the rest of my family."

"They don't see you. They think you're just like them. They're like Albus, afraid." Rose laughed. "Imagine being afraid of you! I'm afraid you might love me to death!" (AN: Oh, the irony of that statement. You do know this is based off of Romeo and Juliet, right? Ahaha. I love dark humor.)

"What do you see?" Scorpius asked.

"I see you. Strong, handsome, brave, loving, so perfect."

"Oh, Rose, see only me." Scorpius said, caressing her face.

Without even thinking, the two's faces came together to form a kiss, in which both could swear they felt sparks dancing on their lips.

"Why don't we stay here then?" Scorpius asked.

Rose smiled. "I'd like that."

Scorpius sat on her bed next to her.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to describe what it feels like to look into your eyes. Every time I see you, the world just vanishes! I always knew love was going to happen, had to happen, but this is just so much more." He elaborated.

"Before you, the world was nothing more than an adress, I only survived. Now, I live. What was just a world is a star!"

I was going to end it at "I'd like that", but then I'd be leaving out the "Tonight" scene, and those of you with dirty minds would get the wrong idea. Now, review before I send my hellhounds on you. Don't be lazy.

I'd just like to say that I was choking on all of the fluff in this scene... AAAND my mommy cut me off of my computer time. Meh. So, blame my mommy for the shortness.