Scorpius
It had been a week since that sweet kissing session in the library. Our relationship was still a secret from everyone except Lily Potter and Moaning Myrtle. We knew we'd have to tell everyone soon. Every time some guy even looked at Rose, I had the desire to punch his lights out. But Rose calmed me, put a hand on my shoulder, looked up at me with those loving blue eyes, and then kissed me breathless as soon as we were alone. We had fights still, but they weren't serious and were mostly for the benefit of everyone who knew us, so that they wouldn't suspect that their favorite prefects were playing tonsil hockey in the prefects' bathroom, on the Quidditch Pitch on a rainy day (an inspired idea of Rose's; that was the second time we came really close to sleeping together), anywhere we could.
I had "borrowed" Albus Severus's cloak of invisibility, muttering the Gryffindor password to the Fat Lady. She obviously thoroughly disapproved, but she was a portrait and I had a beautiful girlfriend waiting for me, so on the whole I wasn't too concerned with what she thought.
I crept carefully up the stairs to the girls' dorms of Gryffindor House. I knocked three times, paused, then knocked twice on Rose's door. As soon as she opened the door, I tugged her under the invisibility cloak, and we kissed like mad as quietly as we could.
"How are we going to get to Hogwarts Lake from here without making any noise?" Rose whispered against my neck.
"Very simply. Accio Nimbus." My broom flew into my hand. "Get on."
"We're not going to fly out the window, are we?"
I smiled, gazing at the large window set in the wall to my right. "Spot on, Rose."
"But—"
I hoisted her onto the broom and then got on in front of her. "Hold on."
She did for dear life, yelling happily as we flew through the night air. I let her, although I knew it probably wasn't a good idea—we didn't want to get discovered.
We landed on the edge of Hogwarts Lake. The giant squid was dormant, probably floating around at the bottom of the lake. As soon as her feet touched the ground, Rose jumped off the broom and leapt on me, kissing me enthusiastically.
"Ouch! Careful—I'm breakable, babe," I said laughingly against her mouth, kissing her back.
"Not that breakable," she muttered back. She sighed, passion expended for the moment, and twined her arms around my neck. I started rubbing her back in smooth, gentle circles. We lay there, staring up at the stars. I knew then that I was going to marry Rose Weasley, and give her outrageous, rude, platinum blond babies named after constellations. I told her so, and she laughed.
The End
