A/N Well here it is, readers. The final chapter. *Sigh* It's been a good ride, but it must, as all good things do, end. And it ends in this final chapter. I have to thank all my readers for surviving till the end of story and, hopefully, enjoying it along the way :D. Of course, when you write a story, you are hoping to entertain and I hope I achieved that lol! And of course, I have to thank my lovely reviewers who make me happy everytime they bing up in my inbox :D. Thanks so much for all of you who reviewed the story - I really, really appreciate it and I love knowing what you think. Now, without further ado, I present to you...Chapter Seven (I really should give my chapters names - sounds more impressive).


Chapter Seven

"SCORPIUS MALFOY!!!"

Hearing my name, I jumped about a foot in the air, whacking my arm on the edge of the sofa in my haste to stand to attention. Albus had sprang awake as well and was looking between Rose and I, bleary eyed and confused.

"Wha'...Scorpi...Wha's go'n on?" He mumbled.

Scorpi? Oh dear God.

"SCORPIUS HYPERION MALFOY!!!"

Hyperion. Even worse.

I felt Rose stand up next to me and face the door, waiting for its imminent slamming.

CRASH!

Wow, I'd never seen Grandfather that shade of red.

"BOY! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! SHE IS CARRYING THE HEIR TO THE MALFOY LEGACY?" He pointed his shaking wand at Rose.

"Well..." I hesitated, eyeing the wand. "Something like...yeah, basically," I said eventually, stepping in front of Rose so my dear grandfather wouldn't be able to kill the mother of my child.

"HOW COULD YOU? I'LL TEACH YOU FAMILY VALUES!" He started to lift his wand dangerously as it let of red sparks.

"Now father," my father finally cut in. "Scorpius understands the enormity of the situation–"

"IT'S NOT THE BABY! IT'S WHAT HE SLEPT WITH TO HAVE IT!"

I could see Rose's parents in the corridor behind my family, bristling with indignation and I could feel Rose shrink slightly, as though she was embarrassed – or ashamed. I couldn't let her feel ashamed for being who she was. I put my arm around her and pulled her towards me.

"Grandfather," I said coolly. "Rose is a guest in this house. Where are your manners? Not only that, but she is carrying your great grandchild and also happens to be the girl I love."

I blushed at how cheesy that sounded and could see Rose's cheeks flare up but I carried on glaring at him.

"You're in love with her?" I heard Rose's father call incredulously from the corridor.

"Yeah, he fancies your daughter! I think you should beat him up." Albus called from the corner of the room, trying to ease the tension in the house – was he still there?

"What?!" Mr Weasley yelled back and there was a bit of grunting and an 'ow, Ron, my foot!' until he shoved his way through the crowd to stand in front of me.

"I was joking by the way, Uncle Ron..."

I had about a second in which to decide the exact method I would use to murder Albus before–

"ROSE! Tell him to stop lying!" Her father demanded.

Albus laughed from the corner.

Annoying little git.

"No, dad. I hope he's not lying because I'm in love with him too."

It was Rose's turn to blush at the corniness of the situation but she held her father's bewildered gaze.

"But...he's...he's...he's named after a poisonous insect!"

"Actually, a scorpion is an arachnid," I automatically corrected – too many people had used that insect insult with me.

"And...and...he's a know-it-all!" Mr Weasley said, his voice wavering.

"So am I, Dad," Rose rolled her eyes as I smirked.

"And so if your wife," I heard Mrs Weasley call out in a bridled fashion from behind my mother.

"You're in love with her, son?" My father asked.

This is beyond embarrassing.

"Yes, father!"

I cringed at announcing my love for someone in front of all my family and Rose's. I had never even told my dad I had ever had a girlfriend – let alone fallen in love and had sex.

"Oh God," my grandfather said, rolling his eyes. "Save it. I'm not here for some over the top, elaborate story about your imaginary love for each other. This is serious: the first thing we have to do is get rid of the baby."

My jaw dropped and I felt Rose stiffen beside me. I saw tears welling up in her eyes and she looked up at me fearfully. I looked over at my grandfather, staring him straight in the eyes, grey meeting greyer.

"We're not getting rid of the baby, Grandfather," I told him slowly.

Silence.

-

Even more silence.

When was he going to say something?

We didn't have to wait long for the predicted explosion, but when it happened, I still jumped.

"YOU LITTLE SLUT!" He screamed at Rose.

Mr Weasley whipped around and snarled at him – I couldn't blame him – I was just about ready to punch the sanctimonious face of my own grandfather. Mrs Weasley quickly took her place next to her husband and placed a calming hand on his arm.

"YOU FORCE YOUR DAMNED SPAWN ON OUR WHOLE FAMILY!"

I felt myself getting even angrier. Rose hadn't forced anything. She had given me the choice and I had taken it.

"AND YOU," My grandfather turned to me. "YOU'VE DESECRATED THE FAMILY NAME!"

I could feel my blood pumping faster; I was seriously pissed off now.

"From now on," Grandfather had run out of breath to scream. "I do not consider you part of the family, you filthy, blood traitorous boy and your wretched half-blood whore carrying your bastard child–"

"SHUT UP!"

The room suddenly hushed. I breathed heavily, glaring at my grandfather. I couldn't take it anymore: I'd listened begrudgingly to his outdated, unpopular views for long enough. It had to stop now.

"I am sick of the absolute shit" – (my mother bristled) – "that you come out with. I've taken it and not complained for too long! I haven't desecrated the family name – you did. If you hadn't noticed, Grandfather, you happened to be a death eater."

He opened his mouth to interject but I shut him up with one look.

"And how dare you call Rose foul words like that? Not to mention your own grandchild? Bastard? Come on, Grandfather. Do you have any family values?"

Albus sniggered in the corner but then snapped his mouth shut when we all looked at him.

"Rose gave me the choice to be involved with our child's life and I, not being a complete arsehole, chose the right option: I'm going to take responsibility. There were two of us that night. I'm not you Grandfather – I'm not even a Slytherin. And I'm definitely not a coward. So fuck off."

And with that I grabbed Rose's hand and pulled her out of the room, leaving only a slammed door and some echoing words in my wake.

-

Scorpius threw the door of his bedroom open and stomped in, pulling me along with him. Albus clambered in behind us before I had a chance to shut the door after myself.

"Ugh!" Scorpius shouted in frustration, dropping onto his bed with his head in his hands.

"That was amazing, Scorpius!" Albus said gleefully. "Man, that was really brave. I'd never have the guts to do that to my own grandfather let alone yours – and I'm a Gryffindor!"

Albus sighed happily as he remembered the events that had just taken place.

"Luckily for you, you'd never need to say that to your grandfather," Scorpius muttered.

"Mate, I think they should have placed you in Gryffindor with me!" Albus grinned, not hearing Scorpius' comments.

I smiled at my cousin and sat down next to the father of my child.

"You okay?" I whispered, nudging him softly.

"Yeah," he said, immediately sitting up. "How are you? Sorry, about my grandfather. He's a dick."

"It's okay," I laughed. "I guess I should get used to these comments."

"You shouldn't have to," he said seriously.

I nodded slowly.

"How are we going to do this?" He muttered.

I looked at him sternly, "are you backing out on me after all that."

"No way" He immediately answered. "But we need a plan. I love you, Rose; I don't want to make a mess of everything."

"Um...I think that's my cue to leave," Albus said awkwardly, seeing how close Scorpius and I were sitting. "I'll be...anywhere but here if you need me." With an over exaggerated wink he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Well at least sometimes he can take a hint.

"Anyway," I began again. "This isn't something we can plan, Scorpius. Babies cannot be given a schedule. We're going to have to go with the flow."

That is the shit scariest thing I have ever said.

But Scorpius nodded and looked me in the eyes.

"You're right. But we can do this, Rose. Screw what everyone says. Whatever may come doesn't matter. It's about us and the child."

I smiled. He closed the gap between our lips and kissed me, deeply and passionately.

And then the door flew open – again.

-

"Rose, Scorpius, we've been talking and – oh."

My mother stared dumbly at Scorpius and I, sitting on his bed with our lips attached to each other's. It didn't look good – again. But with the mental training that only one such as my mother possesses, she ignored the scene.

"The four of us – Scorpius' parents and your father and I – have spoken now and we've agreed that we're going to support you," she said with no hint of bitterness.

"You've decided to keep the child and he or she is going to be our grandchild," Mrs Malfoy added. "A beautiful, strawberry blonde, incredibly clever grandchild."

I almost laughed; she was already excited.

"Yes, so, as the youngsters nowadays say, we have your backs," my mother agreed. "And we will try to...er...remain civil to each other from now on."

Mr Malfoy snorted and I almost agreed with him.

"I'm sure that ferret-boy here doesn't even know how to be nice –" My dad started.

"You better shut up, ginger, or I'm going to –"

"Stop!" My mum called, looking at me apologetically. "I did say try."

Fat chance but thanks for the effort.

I smiled and squeezed Scorpius hand.

"What about Grandfather," he asked emotionlessly.

"Forget him," Mr Malfoy said with a scowl. "He'll get over it. He'll have to."

Scorpius stared at his father for a few moments but then smiled – a beautiful smile. Why did he not smile more often? We could stop wars with those lips and those teeth!

"I think we better go home now, Rose dear," my mum said. "And Albus too. I'm surprised he stayed awake so long."

"He fell asleep on the couch downstairs," I explained as Albus came up behind them and started a huge scoffing fit which we all ignored.

"That makes sense," my mother said. "Are you ready to go?"

I looked at Scorpius and he hugged me fiercely, whispering in my ear, "If you feel like crying at anytime, just think of my charm and good looks. Don't look at yourself in a mirror 'cause you'll just cry harder. See you tomorrow!"

And with those parting words and a kiss that failed our noble attempt at subtlety, I followed Albus and my parents into a fireplace that steamed emerald flames and shouted 'the Burrow!' With one last wave, the Malfoy Manor turned green and then disappeared altogether. I put my hand on my stomach and smiled.

-

About eight months later...

Weasley-Malfoy Child Born

Rose Weasley, daughter of the celebrated Ron and Hermione Weasley, after seven hours in labour yesterday evening, gave birth to a beautiful bouncing baby. Scorpius Malfoy, the father of the child, son of philanthropist Draco Malfoy and famous herbologist Astoria Malfoy, was with her for every second of the birth.


A/N Ah, fini. :)

However, I just wanted to say that a few people have asked me about the sex of the baby and names, appearance, etc but I'm leaving that to the reader to decide lol. I know that's annoying lol but sometimes you just know that a certain person will have a boy not a girl but I really have no clue with Rose and Scorpius so I'll leave that to you all to decide :).

Hope you all enjoyed it! Ciao for now :D