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S's POV

Thoughts Going Through My Head When I Talked to My Dad

1. He's mad.

2. He's going to say no.

3. Why haven't I said anything to him in 5 years?

4. I should screw his opinion and marry Rose.

5. He's gonna kill me.

6. What if he says no?

7. Will he even come to the wedding?

8. Does he-

"Scorpius," his voice cut me off. "Please, no elbows on the table."

"Sorry, Father," I respond moving my arms. We sit awkwardly eating dinner. We haven't said much. He hasn't acted the least bit surprised that I showed up after 5 years of no words. Mother is not home yet, and I know that I should talk to Dad before she is. "Father, can I ask you something?"

He looks up. "I suppose."

"I would like to ask Rose to marry me," I blurt.

"I thought that you would have broken up with that ginger by now," he stated.

"No. I've been dating her for several years, and I've wanted to marry her for quite a while. I just haven't wanted to do it without your approval," I tell him.

"You want me to approve you bringing a Weasley into our family?" he asks.

I know it is a rhetorical question, but I still nod my head.

"I don't know," he responds with a sigh.

I gasp. "What do you mean 'I don't know'?"

"I mean that it's not a yes or a no."

"Why?" I ask standing up angrily. "Why can't you just say yes? Please."

"Scorpius," he calmly replies from his seat. "Sit down."

"NO!" I holler back. "I didn't have to wait. I could've proposed years ago. But I thought that you deserved to know. Please!"

I don't wait for him to reply. I storm out the door, grabbing my cloak on the way. As I step outside to Disapparate, I see Mother. Her eyes are wide; her mouth hanging open.

I see her mouth form my name, but I am gone too fast to reply.

I hardly move the next day. It's so hard to believe that my own father won't give me his blessing for a wedding. It's not fair.

"Scorp?" a voice comes from the doorway. I turn to see Rose standing.

"Hey, babe," I greet not getting off the couch.

"What's wrong?" she asks coming over.

"It's nothing." I move over, and she sits down next to me.

She raises her eyebrow and gives me a 'Don't-lie-to-me' look.

"Rose," I whine. "It's really nothing. Just some work problems."

"That's not true," she argues. "Somethings wrong, and since you don't care about work that much, I know it's not that. Please tell me."

"It's my father," I sigh.

She gasps. "But you haven't talked to him in five years."

"I went to see him last night." Her eyes widen. "I know. I just I had to talk to him. It didn't go well." She wraps her arms around me, and I lean into her warm embrace. "He still hates me."

"He doesn't hate you," she assures. "He's just had a bad life, never been the best parent."

I laugh. "That's an understatement. But he really does."

"He doesn't hate you," she repeats. "And if he does, which he doesn't, I love you." She turns my head so it's facing her and looks in my eyes. "You'll always have me."

I smile at her. She's my Rose. She's one-of-a-kind. "I love you too."

We go to bed, and while we lie there just holding hands, I think about us. Some times we are passionate and lustful. Other times we are cheesy and romantic. It's one of the things I love about our re-

Knock, knock.

I groan and go to answer the door. I groan again when I see who is standing there.

"Hello, Scorpius."

"Hello, Father." I close the door and step outside to talk to him so Rose won't hear. "What do you want?"

He frowns. "Manners, Scorpius." I don't reply, so he continues, "I'm sorry for yesterday."

"Are you?" I snap back. "Or is Mother making you come say this?"

"Scorpius!" he exclaims appalled. "I said I was sorry."

"Is that it? Can I go back to bed?" I question.

"No, I have more." He pauses, and we are filled with silence. I don't say anything because I can tell his next words are hard to say. "Yes."

"What?"

"Yes," he repeats. "You can marry Rose."

I smile and, forgetting myself, hug him. "Thank you."

We say a few more awkward words, and I walk inside feeling on top of the world.

Rose Malfoy. It sounds great already.

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