Never Cross a Weasley Woman

Eve's POV

Post. I reached for the letter that Hedwig had delivered. It was in my father's handwriting. It had been two weeks since I sent it, and already the end of February. I turned it over in my hands wondering if he had just decided to hell with it when he found out what a disappointing daughter he had. Sighing, I opened it, glad that the Gryffindor table didn't have its usual occupants—there was some major Quidditch practice going on in prep for the upcoming match against Ravenclaw and James had taken it to a whole new level.

Eve,

I can't tell you how wonderful it was to receive your letter. You can imagine then how thrilled I was to find that you had actually come to me for parent like help. I'm so awfully sorry about our past and I know I can never make up fifteen years to you, but I would like to try. And so I will.

Meet me in Diagon Alley's Patil Confectionaries during spring break if you can. We'll talk, get to know each other a bit, and then we'll get on the topic of this baby and what you're planning on doing with him or her. After some sweets we can head on over to my place and you can stay if you'd like, or go back to what I assume to be the Potter's. You can invite James along if you want. I do like that boy.

Hope to hear from you soon with details.

Love,

Your father

He didn't run away. I stared at the letter and found that I couldn't believe it. I quickly wrote him back and sent it off with an owl that was sitting a few chairs away, nibbling at some toast. It gave me an angry peck, but I didn't care. I watched with happiness as he flew away with my letter.

Rose's POV

It was mid-March and the snow had already begun to melt. I was tempted to leave all my work for later and go out with James and Eve, whose sixth year exams were not of all that much consequence. Well for James, none of his exams were for all that much consequence. But I just watched them spread blankets and tighten their mufflers, but enjoy the outside nonetheless, with envy. She was already sort of kind of beginning to show, at somewhere over three months. As much as I was growing to love Eve, I was so happy that I wasn't her. To have a baby just to give it up for adoption—I shuddered at the thought. But it was probably due to the fact that I had been raised to think that family was the single most important thing in this whole world, and if you were blood related, there was always a way to make amends. At least that's what dad always said. Uncle Harry always agreed, saying that just because you're blood doesn't mean your family—like his godfather Sirius and his family.

The hours ticked on and I had gotten nowhere. Daylight had faded away and I no longer could see James and Eve from outside of the library window. I checked my watch and saw with slight alarm that it was one o'clock in the morning and I had finished nothing. Madam Pince was gone, but she had left a few lanterns on to keep me company. I might've been the only student she did that for—probably because I was the only student who stayed up this late in the library. I looked back at my potions notes feeling slightly overwhelmed and pulled out my homework planner for inspiration. "Ace your exams and be a star!" it shouted at me. It really was getting less creative.

"Hey there, star of mine," Scorpius said, coming over to me. I made a face of disgust at him. He and Helen had taken to making out in broom cupboards when I had rounds alone. Or actually—just making out publicly. It was gross and I was tired of it.

"Where's your better half?" I said, trying to sound sardonic. But I think that's a Slytherin forte, because I was just terrible at it.

"Eh, sleeping. Quite the bore actually."

"Well you're out of luck if you need entertainment, because I'm studying Malfoy. So go snog someone else."

"What is your problem?" he asked, with annoying merriment in his eyes. "Jealous?"

I snorted. "Why would I be jealous of all things?" But for some reason I couldn't look him in the eyes as I said this. But why? Suddenly I looked at him and it clicked. His grey eyes were watching me, his blonde hair was slightly tousled, and he had the most alluring smirk on his lips.

"I…" I said, slightly out of breath. Think I love you. But wait, I couldn't say that. He had a girlfriend. That would make me a bitch. A complete, very un-Rose like bitch.

"Admit it, Rose," he said. And as I looked at him, I realized the merriment was gone. And behind the merriment were fierce eyes.

"I…" I couldn't admit it! That would make me such a horrible person. And it's not like he even likes me back, the git. And then suddenly, his hands were on my face, his warm, warm hands. His mouth was much too close to mine and I could feel his breath—minty with the hint of cinnamon (I took a moment to wonder from where)—right on my lips. He pulled me up to my fate and all I could do was stare into his eyes.

And then he was kissing me and it was like fresh air. I suddenly knew who kissed me at the Boxing Day ball. And then everything left my mind and I was kissing him back. His lips were warm and his tongue flicked across my bottom lip, making my spine quiver with excitement. He was so good at this and it was all I could do not to let my knees give out. He pulled me into him, and I leaned against him, wrapping my arms around him and clutching at his beautiful blonde hair. A cinnamon-y smell enveloped me, and I deepened my kiss.

"Rose," he murmured against my lips, and it was like someone had stuck an invisible hook in my head and yanked me back to my senses. I stared at him in shock. He looked slightly hurt at my sudden withdrawal.

"Scorpius, this is wrong," I said. "You have a girlfriend. I am the most terrible person in the entire world maybe."

He came forward and took my hands. "Rose, Helen and I aren't really together. I just wanted you to figure out you had feelings for me and—" but he stopped right there, and it was good too, because I might have used an Unforgivable curse on him if he had continued.

"You manipulative son of a bitch," I said angrily, before turning, grabbing all my stuff, and running back to the Gryffindor tower, tears flowing freely from my eyes the moment I had rounded the corner.

James's POV

Spring break. Something I had been looking forward to and dreading all at the same time. Dad hadn't spoken to me yet. Mum sent pretty regular letters, and although she sounded mad, she still wrote and asked about Eve. I asked mum once what the hell was dad's problem, and she just replied that he wasn't talking at all. He just went to work and came back. She couldn't get a word out of him for those weeks. I felt bad, but I'd go ahead and talk to him when I got back.

Eve was walking toward me, waving a picture in her hands. "Four month scan," she said, grinning. I reached over and took the picture. My kid was in it. Eve traced her finger around the head and I immediately saw it and pulled it closer. Wow, it was kind of…amazing. I reached down and unconsciously touched her stomach. She grinned and we both walked toward the fireplace to floo to my house. At least that relationship wasn't down the drain. We weren't together or anything, but there was now something stronger between us. There was this kid. Yeah there was adoption too, something glaring and in my opinion—very in the way. But there was still something between us now. And she wasn't being very hormonal or anything, which was cool.

We floo-d straight to my house—mum told me to have Eve at our house for the week. Probably to make sure she was okay. I think mum wanted her to change her mind like me but wasn't willing to say anything.

I brushed off the ash on my shirt and waited for Eve, Al, and Lily to arrive from out of the fireplace. Al and Lily almost immediately left for the kitchen and Eve showed up, looking a bit tired. She was getting along and had a bump and took the slow floo method in order to keep the baby safe. I helped her out of the fireplace and into my house, where she politely dusted off her clothes and looked around. She seemed beyond nervous. I felt that way.

"Kids! I thought you'd be coming a little later," mum said as soon as we entered the kitchen. "Oh well, I have something cooking anyway, but it'll be a few minutes. Harry! The kids are here!"

I looked around and saw dad enter, give Lily a huge kiss on the forehead (I swear she was his favorite), pat Al on the shoulder and completely ignore me. He nodded at Eve, which wasn't very nice of him in my opinion.

"Dad," I said, trying to get his attention.

"James, get out of my house," dad said quietly, turning to me. His eyes were blazing though, revealing his obvious rage with me. "Get out."

I watched him, expecting him to say just kidding. My mother was standing two feet away, staring at her husband. "You can't send him away Harry. He's your son."

"No. I thought by this time he would've shaped up and started making something out of himself. When he got his O.W.L results, I didn't get too mad—I figured he was going to pursue a career in Quidditch anyway. And I didn't come down too hard on him for all the trouble he has been making in school. But he hasn't made any progress. He hasn't been looking for scouts. He hasn't been writing to teams like you did Ginny in your sixth year. Instead, he gets wasted and has sex, trying to throw away everything I've been trying to provide for him; not to mention setting a horrible example for Al and Lily. No, he's no son of mine. So get out."

"What's going on?" Lily asked from the table. Oops, I had forgotten to tell her.

"Your idiot brother got Eve here pregnant—that's what's going on!" Dad said, his glasses going slightly askew.

"What? Al did you know about this?" Lily asked, turning to Al, who turned red and looked down at his plate. "What… who else?" No one said anything. "I WILL HEX ALL OF YOU, SCREW THE UNDERAGE LAW!"

"Rose's family, Scorpius, all the Gryffindor sixth years…" Al said quickly, before we were all bat bogey hexed.

"WHAT?" she screamed loudly. "AM I EVEN A PART OF THIS FAMILY?" she stood up and stormed up the stairs. I'd deal with her later.

"Al, can you go talk to her?" Mum asked quietly, nudging Al. Al stood up, looking happy for the excuse to leave and ran up the stairs.

"James, you can just pack your bags," dad growled at me, before turning for the living room. But then he was hit by an invisible barrier of some sort. I turned to see mum with her wand out, looking dangerous.

"You will not walk away, Harry James Potter. And you sure as HELL will not kick out our son,"she said quietly, but oh so very dangerously.

"No Ginny. It's me or him."

Mum looked angrier than ever at this ultimatum. "James, go to Ronald's. Take Eve."

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Ginny's POV

My husband was acting out of character. I couldn't believe a word I was hearing from him. He was turning away his first born son and a seventeen year old girl who was four months pregnant with his grandchild? I kept a firm grip on the spell I had cast and watched Eve and James leave. Harry was looking at me angrily, but it wasn't like it was the first time.

"Ginny, undo whatever spell you have on me for Merlin's sake!" he shouted at me. I shook my head and kept my wand pointed at him.

"Not unless you tell me what the hell has you acting like this! You haven't spoken to me in weeks. You haven't written James to ask what's going on. Kids make mistakes. He made a mistake. It's irreversible. You are not allowed to kick him out! And you sure as hell are not allowed to present me with ultimatums Potter."

"I—" he faltered.

"Don't you love him?"

"Of course I love him!" he said exasperatedly. "I just can't handle this shit from him anymore! My… my aunt died, Ginny." I looked up at my husband of so many years and immediately dropped my wand on the counter and pulled him towards me.

"Harry," I said softly. "When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I… didn't know if I cared that she died. But I think I do."

"How did it happen?" He chuckled then, but it was more of a dark chuckle than a happy one.

"She ate bad meat. Aunt Petunia died from bad meat. She was so careful with everything—so tidy it was unbearable. And she died from bad meat." I hugged him and he hugged me back. "She was my mother's sister. The closest thing I have to remind me of my mother."

"Harry—your kids are your mother's grandkids. They should remind you of your mother. Lily looks just like her, and James has her red hair. And I think he has some of her famous kindness. Not to mention your father's infamous knack for troublemaking," I said softly, trying to get a point across.

"I know, I know," he said after a few minutes. "I wouldn't have gone through with it. I remember how much Sirius resented the fact that he got kicked out of his household. I'm not like the Blacks. He's my son, I just—I just got mad."

"James is going to be alright, Harry. They're putting up the child for adoption anyway," I said.

"Adoption?" he asked, taking a seat and looking solemn. "But…"

"I know," I said, acknowledging the unspoken words between us. "Now can our son come home?"

"Of course," he sighed, looking bashful. "Thanks Gin."

"You love me," I said casually before standing up to go to the fireplace.

/

James's POV

"Lils," I said quietly, sitting down on her bed. Eve had retreated into the guest bedroom after admitting that she wasn't feeling too hot. I had made up with dad who was still angry with me, but at least I could live here. He also was considerably warmer to Eve, who looked relieved. Lily though, well she was fiery mad. She had music in her ears and was doing homework, blatantly ignoring me. "Lils, stop doing homework! You're out of school!" Nothing. I yanked out her earphones and she turned to me, looking murderous.

"Get out of my room, James."

"Lily—"

"No. I can't believe everyone knew except for me. How long anyway?"

"Four months… you didn't notice Eve's stomach?"

"Oh shut up. Don't try to pin this on me. Eve barely has a stomach. I attributed it to weight gain and thought it impolite to say anything. However if I had known that that was my NIECE OR NEPHEW residing in her uterus—oh don't look so grossed out—then I would not have been so bloody cavalier!"

"Lily, I'm sorry!" I said. "Look, I just wanted to protect you."

"Thanks a lot big brother. What, you were going to tell me after you freaking had the baby?"

"No! Just as soon as this thing with dad had cleared up."

She watched me, her eyebrows narrowed. I realized then that I probably should've gone to her. Her temperament matched mum's, and I might've gotten an excellent forewarning of what was to come. But it was too late for that. Plus, she was pissed.

"How is it," she started, her usual anger flaring up, "that Scorpius MALFOY knows before your OWN SISTER?"

"That's Rose's doing," I pointed it. "I'm still not sure I like that git."

"James," she said quietly. "Are you scared?"

"She's giving the baby up for adoption Lils."

Lily watched me, her brow furrowed. For a thirteen year old, she was very perceptive. "You don't want that," she said quietly. "Even though it would make your life easier?"

"No I don't want that. I want this baby, and I have a feeling Eve does too. She's just not ready yet. And in the end, it's her decision. Because it's not something you can compromise with. If one person doesn't want a baby, then two people can't raise a baby."

Lily leaned over and gave me a hug. "I love you James," she said. I leaned over and rested my head on her head.

"Love you too Lils."

A/N: Alright, for those of you who had a chance to see the preview and give me some critique, thank you so much for your honesty! As you can see, I've used it in here, but I hope you don't find it too OOC. After all, Harry's human too. But still Harry. Hope you liked the long due Rose/Scorpius. More soon. I've also started writing the sequel for this, squee! So don't be sad if you can see the end coming, for alas, it is not the end! Love you all:)