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"Come as soon as you get a chance, today if possible," Rose had said in the snack storage room on the train ride home before disappearing back into the crowd. So Scorpius stood fidgeting in front of his fireplace, a few hours after the train pulled into Platform 9 3/4. He had hugged his parents, told them all about the semester on the trip home, and then let them know that he would be back in a few hours.

He told himself it'd be fine. He trusted Rose. So after a deep breath, he stepped into the now green flames and asked for Rose Weasley's household.

"You're only 16; you've never had a boyfriend before, and you choose a Slytherin? A Malfoy, no less?!"

"You've never met him Dad, he's a good person. I trust him."

"Then trust that he'll still fancy you in a few years, once he's saved the world a few times, found a reliable job and bought me a new grill."

"That's not how it works, Dad. I love him."

"You've only been dating a few weeks!"

"What has time got to do with it? Besides, we've been friends for much longer."

"He's cursed you, probably. He's cursed you into thinking you love him and he's going to use it against us."

"That's a little insulting, Dad, are you implying that the only reason a guy would want to date me is to vex with you? That's not it. Scorpius Malfoy and I are in love and you're just gonna have to deal wi—"And at that moment, Ron Weasley saw Scorpius Malfoy in the fireplace.

"SEE?! NOW HE'S INVADING PRIVACY!"

"NO, DAD," Rose stepped between her father and Scorpius. "I invited him here."

Scorpius stepped out from behind Rose and extended his hand to her father. "Hello. Nice to meet you, Mr. Weasley. I didn't mean to intrude. I can be getting home if you'd prefer."

Ron shook Scorpius's hand reluctantly. "You're the spitting image of your father," he said.

"So I've been told."

"But more polite," Ron mused.

Scorpius stood awkwardly. "Thank you, sir?"

"RONALD WEASLEY I TOLD YOU TO FORGET ABOUT INTERROGATING OUR DAUGHTER AND COOK THE BARBEQUE. NOW SO HELP ME GET BACK OUT THERE AND IF I HEAR FROM HUGO THAT—Oh, hello." A lovely women with hair as wild as Rose's, whom he assumed to be Hermione Weasley, entered the room.

Scorpius extended his hand towards Mrs. Weasley. "Nice to meet you. I'm Scorpius Malfoy. How do you do?"

"Oh," Hermione shook his hand with a blush. "Pleasure to meet you as well. I'm terribly sorry for my entrance. I didn't know we had company."

"I invited Scorpius," Rose piped up from behind.

"Yes, of course, I always say this house is open to any of your friends at any point in time so. Welcome, Scorpius. I hope you like barbeque. It will be a while, though," she added with a glare towards her husband.

Rose took Scorpius's hand. "Come on, I'll give you the tour."

"Give Hugo a tour too!"

"Dad, he lives here."

"He's a forgetful boy."

"Come on, let's be babysat by my younger brother," Rose said, loud enough for her father to hear. But she was smiling, and Scorpius laughed a bit, relieved to have been accepted.