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Scorpius Malfoy's POV
I can't believe I agreed to this. Sunday dinner at Shell Cottage. Just great. 19 Weasleys. 5 Potters. 1 Lupin. 1 Scared as hell Malfoy. Rose is waiting outside the cottage as I pull up to the front of the house. Rose's eyes light up and she flashes me a bright, warm smile. She walks toward me, still smiling. "Hey, you're wearing jeans. I don't think I have ever seen you in normal clothes before." She says laughing "You told me to dress casual." I say returning the laughter. "I have some great news…" she was interrupted. A little girl with little red curls came waddling over to Rose and pulled gently on her arm. "Rosie, Auntie Fleur wants you to come inside. Its almost dinner time." She says then runs back toward the house. "That's Lucy for you." Rose says giggling at the little girl skipping back to the cottage. "So, I really need to tell you my news…." I look at Rose, She is completely serious. "Rose, come inside Dear." Rose's mother shouts out the open window in the kitchen. She grabs my free hand and we head toward the house. I walk inside after Rose. I follow her through a small dark hallway and it leads me to a big living room with an open kitchen next to it. Hmm….Weasleys in their natural habitat. NO! I promised Rose no more Weasley jokes. I promised her no matter how much shit they gave me I would sit there and take it. Roses mother comes and introduces me to everybody. They are less than enthusiastic, except Lucy who seems to like everyone.
" , I brought you all something. My mother insisted." I hand her a bag and she pulls out two very expensive bottles of wine. "Scorpius, thank you so much." She hugs me then hands Fleur a bottle. "Ooo, it's French too." Fleur adds. Rose looks up at me. She smiles knowing that it's French on purpose. Fleur and Hermione go back to the kitchen to help Ginny, Audrey and Angelina. In the living room everyone is sprawled out on couches, chairs and floors watching Quidditch. Rose looks at me and motions me over to where everybody else is. Rose wonders over and sits next to Teddy who is watching her from the corner of his eye. A few moments of silence pass. I don't sit down and I'm not missed. No one notices, not even Rose. So I walk into the kitchen. Ginny turns to me bobbing the knife in her hand back and forth. Maybe the kitchen isn't the best place for me. She continues to shake the knife at me. "What are you staring at Malfoy?" She says in a low angered tone. I would like you to stop threatening me with kitchen utensils. No Scorpius, sarcastic thoughts away. "I was wondering if I could help."
She looks at me very angered."Why would you, a Malfoy, want to help?! You're a Malfoy. You're a no good dumbass prick! I laugh at the day when a Malfoy wants to do anything but sit on his lazy ass and spend money. Why would a Malfoy want to help? Did a Malfoy help when Voldemort was on the rise? Did a Malfoy help when Hermione was on the ground screaming for her life in your own home? Maybe you should learn what it really means to 'Help'!" she screams loudly. Everyone is staring at me. I was just trying to be nice, how the hell did this happen? Why does my arm hurt? Why is there blood on the knife that is falling to the floor? I look down at my arm. There is a gash from my wrist to the fold of my arm. Harry pulls Ginny away. She is shaking, with anger, or shock, I don't know. Rose and her mother rush me upstairs. Hermione has me lay in the guest bedroom with a towel under my arm. She goes to get something to wrap it in. When she leaves Rose gets out of the chair she was sitting in, jumps over me and props herself up on her elbow on the other side of the bed. "You know she didn't mean to. You should have seen her face after you left." She says staring at me. I look up at the ceiling. "Why do all red-heads hate me?" I ask her. "Its not just red-heads, brunettes hate you too." She says laughing. "I'm joking Scorpius. They don't hate you. They hate your family. They don't even know you." She leans over me and kisses me, being careful not to touch my bad arm. I wrap my good arm around her and she understands exactly what I want. I pull her on top of me. I look up at her. Her brown eyes look back at me, her long, bright curly red hair falls around me. She unbuttons my shirt. "Rose, are you sure about this?" I ask her. "Yes." She says as she unzipped my zipper. It's not like this is my first time, so why am I so nervous now? Could it be because I really love Rose? Do I Scorpius Malfoy really love Rose Weasley? Yes, I do. All of a sudden, I hear footsteps and the doorknob begins to turn.
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