A/N: I don't own anything. Sorry it's been so long. I've missed you. Please don't give up faith on me. Also, because this story is about Rose's wedding, it'll mostly be in her POV

R's POV

What to Do with Alex

1. Burn his corpse.

2. Lock him in the closet forever.

3. Feed him to the Nargles.

4. Give him to J.K. Rowling, who will probably kill him off. (A/N: I love Jo, our Queen, but she kills EVERYONE I've ever loved.)

5. Run away.

6. Sell him to some "nice" people.

7. Cry about it.

8. Let Scorpius figure it out.

I decide on the last one and pull myself out of the mental list. "Scorp," I whisper. He looks over at me. "What are we gonna do?"

He shrugs and looks back down at Alex's motionless form. "He'll wake up in about five minutes, so we better figure out fast."

"I don't want to kill him," I sigh, leaning into Scorpius for support.

"Neither do I. And, we won't. But I don't know of any way to get him away from you forever. We can obliviate all his memories of you. We could only do a few."

"What if we do that?" I question, stepping towards Alex's body. "We obliviate the last two days from his memory. It'll buy us some time. We can talk to people, call the Wizard Cops. They'll know what to do."

Scorpius nods and casts the charm. I give him Alex's address from when we were kids, and Scorpius Apparates the body there. He comes back, and we collapse onto the couch.

"I thought I only had to worry about the wedding. Now I have a stalker to keep track of to." I laugh humorlessly and lay my head on Scorpius's lap. "What's next on our list of preparations?"

"Well, your mom and grandma have been working with my mom, and they said they'd plan it all if we wanted. It could be as much of a surprise to us as to everyone else. I mean, it's wizard custom to let them do some, but what if they did it all. It would take pressure off of you, help speed it up, and I think I'd like it if it were a surprise."

I nod in agreement. "I've never been one of those girls that dreams about her wedding."

He chuckles. "I know. You were too busy studying for that."

I playfully punch him in the arm and laugh too. "Yeah. I used to be the biggest bookworm."

"Used to be? Our library's bigger than the kitchen."

I sigh, "Hey, what else am I supposed to do with my time?" He opens his mouth to respond, but I butt in, "And don't even make some sexual comment because I'm totally not in the mood."

He sighs and deflates slightly into the couch. I reach up and give him a small kiss.

After telling the adults that we want them to plan the wedding, things settle down nicely. They react enthusiastically, and it makes me happy to make them happy. Scorpius and I spend a few days being lazy around the house. (Among other things.)

When Shannon arrives later in the week, I groan and make myself welcome her warmly. Victoire arrives short after, and the two exchange awkward greetings. While they didn't hate each other, the two were never best friends and didn't talk at all when I wasn't around.

The adults had promised that I could still pick out the wedding dress, so the three of us go to the only wizard bride shop around. The shop is empty except for an old lady who eagerly rushing to aid us at the door. I tell her that I have no idea what I want, and she laughs.

"You must have some idea!" she exclaims, bustling around that white gowns. "I mean, every girl has imagined her wedding at some point!"

Victoire chuckles. "She grew up with a brother, several dozen male cousins, and only about two friends that were girls. Not to mention she spend half her youth with her nose in a book. She wasn't exactly an average girl."

The lady scoffs, and I can tell her opinion of me is dropping by the second. "Well, what's the theme of your wedding?"

I smile nervously. "Well, you see, I'm not planning my own wedding. I'm letting my mom, grandma, and groom's mom plan it all. I wanted it to be a magical surprise. I thought that better than some girl like me who doesn't know red from green from purple trying to pick stuff out! I told them I'm show them my gown, and they'd work around it."

The woman frowns and gestures around energetically. "Well then, look! Tell me what pleases you, and we can try it."

After over a dozen white, regular dresses that Shannon and Victoire suggest, I grow bored. "They're beautiful," I sigh, "but they're not me."

"Well," Shannon says, "what is you?"

"I don't know. I was raised around a bunch of guys. I love books. I'd do anything for the ones I love. I feel emotions very passionately, and I never do anything halfway. I'm a Gryffindor, but I feel in love with a Slytherin. I never thought my life, especially the part with him, would work out, but so far so good. I don't know what I want after this. I never knew. I just kinda play it by ear." I shrug and look around, sighing as I realize that I know as little about myself as this stranger knows about me.

I hear Shannon gasp from the back, and I spin towards her. She's pointing at the perfect dress, and I follow her towards it. I pull it through my fingers, instantly falling in love with every part of it. "Is it too...nontraditional?"

Shannon and Victoire shake their heads. "It's perfect!"

I stare at it. The dress is green, with a small line of white at the bottom. The poofy bottom molds into a form-fitting top with a line of flowers at the seam. It's strapless top is separated by a jeweled belt. It's so very out-there, like me. It's so beautiful in a nontraditional way, like me. It's so unique, like me. It's so Slytherin, like me.

It's so me.

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(Her dress is the new cover image for this story.)