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Weasley Manor: Rose's Room: 26 December 2022
As the pink-orange glow of the sunrise stretched its rays through Rose's windows, a look of worry swept over Scorpius's face.
"My father will be waking up for work soon. If I want to ever see you again, I'll have to go. Besides, it's getting brighter, Muggles will see me flying across the country." Scorpius said, a frown evident on his face. "But when can I see you again?"
"I work at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes today from 3 to 7. Come around 6 or so. Hugo has a date with Pandora tonight, so it'll just be me working. The store has virtually no customers by that time, anyway." Rose replied.
Scorpius smiled. "I'll see you then! If you ever need me, I work at Flourish and Bott's, though I have tomorrow off."
He kissed her, then walked out onto her balcony, where his raggedy old broom sat in wait.
Rose quickly rushed onto the balcony. "Scorpius!" She exclaimed. He was on his broom, levitating just above her head.
"Yes?"
"When you come, use the back door."
"I will. And, Rose?" He answered and asked.
"Yes?"
"I love you, Rose Weasley!" He said, goofy smile on his face.
Rose's smile mirrored his in goofiness, and she exclaimed back, "I love you, Scorpius Malfoy!"
With a smile and a quick wave, he was off.
Rose stood, speechless, breathless, and absolutely unable to believe that something so beautiful, so wonderful, had miraculously stumbled its way into her life.
Somewhere in the sky: nearing the Malfoys' flat: December 26, 2022
Scorpius's thoughts were as clouded as the late December skies. His heart, also much like the clouds closest to the sun, had a certain rosy tint to it.
I can't believe this. He thought. The single most perfect girl of my dreams loves me! Why, she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, got the most beautiful soul in the world, and her voice... It's just bloody beautiful. She's bloody beautiful. I always thought Cupid had it out for me or something, but I suppose not!
Rose...
Rose...
Rose...
Why, it's the most beautiful sound I ever heard! All the beautiful sounds of the world in a single syllable.
Rose...
He had to just say her name out loud, just once at least. "Rose!" he said quietly, careful not to be loud enough to be heard by the Muggles below him.
"Rose!" he said one more time. He liked the way her name seemed to dance from his tongue to his lips, then leaping into the open air to stroll into the ears of any of the high-flying birds who would listen.
God, her name is almost as beautiful as she is. So soft, I'm nearly praying.
Feeling adventurous, he said her name loudly "ROSE!"
Say it loud, and there's music playing, say it soft, and it's almost like praying.
Rose.
Scorpius bumpily landed his broom on the pothole laden pavement that led up to the decrepit apartment complex he reluctantly called "Home". In truth, Scorpius realized, his real home was in Rose's hand. This? It was just an adress.
He climbed up the three flights of stairs to get to the door of the tiny Malfoy flat, and opened the old, stained door, careful not to make it squeak.
Dropping his shabby coat and worn out shoes by the door, he crept his way in. The steady orchestra of snoring coming from his parents' room proved that today, he was in the clear.
He walked languidly through the open door to his bedroom, and hurridly pulled the covers up to his chest.
With what little sleep he had, he dreamed of Rose.
Malfoy Flat: Living Room: 26 December 2022
Scorpius was squeezing his hands together nervously as he waited for his father to distribute any vital information.
The war council had been going on for about ten minutes, and so far, nothing too important had happened yet.
Because of the lack of activity, Scorpius had allowed himself to stare out into space, but still keeping his ears open to any key terms that might pop up. One sentence forced him out of his little trance.
"So, the weasels - How are we going to kill all of them?" Damon asked.
Damon Zabini was Scorpius's best friend. Kind of.
They'd known each other since they were in diapers, seeing as their parents were so close. When you have that long of a brotherhood, it's pretty much impossible to let go. Even when one brother is sorted into Hufflepuff while the other continues his family's Slytherin legacy. Even when Damon became obsessed with being a Death Eater while Scorpius chose to tune-up his quidditch skills. The two bickered constantly, but a closer bond you couldn't find anywhere.
Scorpius perked right up, and his eyes resembled that of a deer stuck in headlights.
"God, there's so many of them... We may as well just assign one weasel per person. It would be less confusing that way." Draco answered.
Whispers swept among the cluster of Death Eaters.
"Now, to begin." Draco said, reading from a list. "Astoria, you'll take out Hermione, Pansy, you get rid of George, Goyle, you finish off Ron, and Scorpius..."
Scorpius nervously met his father's eyes, a mischevious gleam evident.
"You were seen canoodling with the Weasley girl at the Yule Ball, were you not?" Draco pronounced 'Canoodling' the way most people lacking mental issues would say 'Mauling to death with a spork and purple washable marker on my kitchen table'. "She's the one you'll kill." Draco smirked. "Think of it as your initiation into the Death Eaters."
Scorpius paled and felt a wave of panic sweep over him, but he tried to put a look on his face that said he was perfectly OK with killing the girl he is madly in love with.
Weasley's Wizard Wheezes: Third Floor: Pink, Fluffy, and Sparkly Department: 26 December 2022
Rose Weasley was experiencing a strange, foreign feeling: Girliness.
She twirled and whispered, "I feel pretty! Oh so pretty" She leaped. "I don't even feel real!"
She skipped around some more, twirled again, and spun her winter scarf above her head.
Rose walked up to a vanity (used mainly by the bored girly-girls who seemed so out of place in the store, who wre probably dragged in by either their brothers or boyfriends) that contained magical beauty supplies and did something she never thought she'd do.
She reached for the pink, fluffy, blush aplicator and spread the powder that changed to the best color for the wearer's skin tone onto her cheeks. Grabbing for the shiny tube of lip gloss she smiled, thinking of Scorpius. He occupied her thoughts as she sweeped the fruit-scented lip gloss wand across her lips. She imagined his voice as she swept the mascara aplicator onto her eyelashes, her want to actally hear his angelic voice growing with the length of each lash. She was so lost in this new world, she didn't notice the sound of feet climbing up the stairs.
"What has Vincent done to her?" Lily asked no one in particular.
Rose jumped in shock. Without spinning around on her chair, she asked, "Vincent? Why Vincent?"
"Maybe she's just dolling up for us?" Victoire suggested sarcastically.
Roxy (A/N: George and Angelina's daughter) laughed and said, "Thank you, darling! I'm truly honored!"
"Lily, Victoire, Roxy, can you keep a secret?" Rose asked.
"Oh, I love secrets!" Lily exclaimed.
"OH MY GOD! ARE YOU PREGNANT?" Roxy shouted. Roxy being Roxy, no one was sure if she was serious or not.
Rose laughed at her cousins' antics. "No, I won't tell you!"
"Awww, what?" Victoire asked.
"Whuuot?" Rose said, mimicking Victoire's desperate tone.
Lily laughed and landed a hand on Rose's shoulder. "Oh, the poor girl is out of her mind!"
Rose got up from her chair and smiled, girlishly twirling her scarf around her neck. "I am! Crazy!"
"She might be at that! She looks somehow different." Roxy commented.
"Well, Roxy, it's called 'make up'. It does that to people!" Rose answered.
"And I think she is up to something." Victoire added.
"I am!" Rose squealed.
"What is going on with you, Rose?" Lily asked.
Rose spun around the sparkly pink room until she finally found the perfect answer. "I feel pretty."
Weasley's Wizard Wheezes: Corridor by the back doors: 26 December 2022
Scorpius ran around through the usually bustling big brick building known as Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. The building was big and strange to him, as he, unlike most wizarding children, had never been inside. He had always remembered his parents turning his head away from it as they walked past through Diagon Alley. Often, they would point at a distraction of some sort, or if there wasn't one, they would conjure one. As he got older they began mumbling under their breath things like "Filthy rotten boody place full of filthy blooded rotten mudbloods not worth the pavement they trod their nasty little feet apon..." and more colorful words he had always decided to tune out.
But today, he was going into the store. If it had been any other day, or had he been there for any other reason, he would have been scared out of his wits to go in it. But today, he was fearless.
He walked nonchalantly through the snow, leaving footprints in the soft powder.
As he looked towards the door, he felt like the snowflakes were clearing a path in Rose's direction, and all he needed to do was run toward it, and not have to leave again.
He quickened his pace, the door now just inches from him. He reached a gloved hand out and pulled the knob of the large metal door.
Scorpius pryed the door open and stepped inside.
He looked arond to make sure the coast was clear. He then heard voices.
In a panic, he jumped behind some boxes of who knows what, and prayed he wouldn't be spotted.
"Well, bye Hugo, bye Pandora! Enjoy your date!" said a voice that was completely unmistakable to him. Rose.
"Goodbye!' two muffled voices chorused.
Scorpius sighed with relief. "Rose?" he called out.
"Scorpius?"
"I'm by the back door." He said making his way out of the fort of boxes.
He ran through the doorway to where he had heard Rose's voice. As soon as he saw her, he wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm so glad you're finally here. Today, the minutes have just seemed like hours." Rose said.
"You've really done something to me, Rose Weasley. When you're gone, I don't feel like my whole self is there."
"We're one. I feel it, too. Even just the thought of you makes me completely elated! Don't even get me started on actually being with me, or when we kiss... It's just absolute magic. A type of magic they'll never teach at Hogwarts." Rose elaborated.
"Oh, Rose... If only we weren't the only ones to think this. We wouldn't have to hide, we'd be together more often, not just in secret." Scorpius mused.
"As a matter of fact, if it weren't for your "Bloodline wreaking of evil", I think my family would adore you!" Rose exclaimed.
"Oh, really?" Scorpius questioned.
"Oh, yes. My father would ask about your grades." Rose walked up to a Jinx React-O-Matic (The wizarding equalivant of a punching bag, but with strikingly human features) and made him ask in a fake low voice, "Do your OWL scores allow you to get a job to support my daughter?"
Scorpius shook the Jinx React-O-Matic's hand. "Oh, yes. I plan to be an accountant at Gringotts."
"Hmmm." she said once again in the low voice mimicing her father. "Do you support Blood Equality?"
"Oh, definitely, sir!" Scorpius answered back.
"Well, my father might like you. Now for my mother!" Rose ran over to a more feminine looking Jinx React-O-Matic and spoke in a bossy voice much like her mother's. "Do you read?"
"I adore reading!"
"Yes, yes." the bossy tone said. "Have you ever abused a house elf?"
"Wouldn't dream of it!" Scorpius chorused back.
"Ah, he's a fair choice, Rosie." the Bossy-Voiced Rose said for the last time.
"What about your brother?" Scorpius asked curiously.
"He wouldn't like any boy I could ever bring home, even if he hand picked him himself!" Rose said with a chuckle.
"Now, if my mother met you, she'd likely reply with something like..." Scorpius cleared his throat than spoke in a high-pitched voice. "Lanky, but pretty."
"Oh, I take it your mother is short?" Rose barely choked out from all of the laughing she was doing at Scorpius's high voice.
"I towered over her before I had even visited Platform 9 3/4!" Scorpius interjected.
Rose laughed. "I take after my father - Tall and awkward!"
"Awkward? Rose, you must be kidding me! You're beautiful." Scorpius said lovingly.
"Mr. Weasley," Scorpius asked the Jinx React-O-Matic that now served as Ron, "May I have your daughter's hand?"
"He says yes!" Rose exclaimed with no hesitation. "Now just to break the news to your parents." Rose tickled Scorpius's stomach and playfully said, "Now, remember to tell them, they aren't getting a daughter, they're getting rid of a son!"
"They say yes!" Scorpius jubilantly announced.
The store's entire stock of Jinx React-O-Matics were in a half circle around where Rose and Scorpius stood. Scorpius spoke to Damon-O-Matic, "Womb to tomb!"
Rose smoothed an imaginary hair on the Jinx React-O-Matic that had been dubbed as Pandora. "See, Pan? I told you there was no reason to worry."
Rose and Scorpius turned to each other, and held each others hands.
"I Scorpius, take thee, Rose,"
"I Rose, take thee, Scorpius,"
"For richer, for poorer,"
"In sickness and in health,"
"To love, and to honor,"
"To hold, and to keep,"
"From each sun, to each moon,"
"From tomorrow, to tomorrow,"
"From now, untill forever"
"'Til death do us part,"
"With this ring," Scorpius said, his gaze not leaving Roses eyes, mimed putting a ring over Rose's finger, "I thee wed."
"With this ring, I thee wed." Rose ran her finger affectionately across Scorpius's ring finger.
A kiss was shared between the two, and the two knew the bliss of the moment would never end.
Without thinking, Rose pecked him on the lips once again.
Mid-kiss, the door opened. Pandora stepped through.
"Hey, Rose, I think I left my - Who is that?" Pandora exclaimed.
Scorpius and Rose froze.
"Umm, this is..." Rose stumbled over her words. "umm..." She paused. "This is Xaivier! He's from Durmstrang."
"No he's not. He's the Malfoy boy, I recognize him." Pandora said, lifting a suspicious eyebrow. "Rose, I need to speak to you in the stockroom. Now."
Rose spoke not one word, and followed Pandora into the stockroom. Pandora closed the door with a bang, leaving poor Scorpius in the main lobby with a confused look on his face.
"What are you thinking? He's a Malfoy!" Pandora shouted perhaps a bit too loud.
"He's a person, too!" Rose fired back.
"And an evil one at that!" Pandora argued. "He is a MALFOY! It runs in his blood!"
"You don't know him! He's nothing like them!"
"And you don't know him any better than me!" Pandora said angrily. "What proof do you have that he isn't just using you to collect information for the Death Eaters?"
"I just have to trust him, Pan. I see truth in his eyes, as well as love. You just have to believe me." Rose calmly explained.
Pandora sighed. "Fine. But I promise, if he steps a toe out of line, he's going down."
Rose beamed. "Oh, Pan! Thank you! Please, just promise you won't tell anyone - especially my father or Hugo. They would be absolutely livid."
Pandora nodded sternly. "Yes, yes, I suppose I won't, then. Remember, be careful."
Rose nodded happily "I will be! Thank you so much!"
And with that, Rose pushed the stockroom doors open. Pandora followed shortly behind her. She grabbed her purse, shot a watcful glance at Scorpius, and walked out of the building.
"I'm so sorry." Rose stated. "That was just Pan being Pan. She thinks you're a spy. I set her straight."
"Well, I supose I am a spy. A spy for the Aurors." Scorpius said.
"What do you mean?" Rose asked.
"My father had some Death Eaters in our flat today. They had discussed their plans... There's going to be a fight. A big one." He stated.
"Oh no..." Rose muttered. "Do you have any specific details?"
"They're getting everyone they can. Trying to rally up any purebloods in the area, and they even have plans to place Imperius charms on any Muggles they see out walking the streets. And, the worst part is..." His eyes started misting, "They want me to kill you."
Rose's heart dropped. "What? Why? Do they know about us?" She held on to him.
"They just know we kissed. They don't know I visited you last night, don't know I'm with you now, and they don't know we're in love." He said, cupping her face in his hands.
"I understand why they chose me, but why are you assigned to kill someone?" Rose asked.
"It's an initiation into the Death Eaters. I don't want to be one, I never have, but my whole life my family's just thrown me into this without letting me get a word in edgewise." Scorpius explained.
"When is this big battle going to be?" Rose asked.
"In two nights. We can run away by then, we'll have a better life, we can escape them. We'll elope. Rosie, I love you. I can't live without you." He caressed her face.
"Yes! Yes, we will elope!" Rose kissed him in elation. "But my family. They need to have some sort of protection during the fight. We'll leave after the fight."
"The only way to stop my family from killing yours is to send them to Azkaban. I know what they've done is very wrong... But they're my family. I can't just throw them to the dementors." Scorpius said.
"And I can't just tell them where I heard of the battle from... That would blow everything." Rose proclaimed solemnly.
"We'll find a way, Rose. I promise you." Scorpius promised, caressing Rose's face. "Because you and me, we've got something special."
"Scorpius... Is there anyway you can try to stop the fight?" Rose asked.
"I suppose I can try to stall the Death Eaters. I really doubt talking to them will work." Scorpius answered.
"It's worth a try! You just need to tell them they're behaving like six-year-olds and that this won't solve anything!" Rose suggested.
"I will, Rose. We'll stop this fight. Then they'll never disrupt us again!" He picked her up and spun her around, and kissed her as she landed.
"We're going to make it, Scorpius. We'll go away, somewhere, and it'll just be you and me." Rose said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Wow, 3,625 words! Well, I can honestly say I feel quite accomplished. I got in Maria, I Feel Pretty, and One Hand, One Heart. You know what would make me feel REALLY accomplished? If you review.