A/N: I don't own anything.

So guess who feels terrible about not updating in literally a year. That's right: me. Life's been bad, but I'm toughing it out.

I doubt y'all remember anything so...

SUMMARY!

Rose and Scorp are getting married, but Rose's family is planning the wedding b/c she doesn't really want to. They invited her to a family. Shannon (her friend) and Victoire (her cousin) both think they'll be her Maid of Honor. She's being stalked by Shannon's ex Alex, whom Scorp obviated (but only a little bit, so he still kinda remembers Rose).

S's POV

Ways to Get Out of the Weasley Family Party

1. Fake an illness-but Rose is smart and will probably see through it.

2. Say it's a work thing-but Rose knows I don't care about my work.

3. Fake my own death by jumping off of a hospital-but that might throw off some of the wedding stuff.

4. Tell Rose I really don't want to go-but she'll guilt me into it, or shag me into agreeing.

5. I can't get out of it.

"Scorp! Scorpius! Malfoy!" Rose's voice shakes me out of my mental list-making, and I stare at her confused for a minute.

"Wha...what is it, babe?" I question, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"Have you even been listening to me?" she questions.

"No," I sigh.

"I'm trying to figure out our plans for tonight. Now, I know my grandma will make some big meal, but I feel like we should bring some dessert, just as a thank you for her hospitality. About clothes, I'll probably wear that red sundress cause even though I'm marrying a Slytherin, I don't want them to think I've lost all my Gryffindor."

I laugh. "Oh, thrust me, you haven't."

She rolls her eyes at me. "I don't even want to know what you meant by that. What are you gonna wear?"

I shrug. "Don't know. Some jeans and a t-shirt, I guess."

She sighs and rolls her eyes again. "This is going to be a nice party. I want you to look presentable. I'll pick out your clothes."

"Whatever. Are you gonna put them on me too, mom?" I reply sarcastically.

"No," she responds with a half-giggle, "but if you're good, I'll take them off you later."

I smile at her before walking to the kitchen. "So, what kind of dessert are we making for the wonderful Weasley family?"

She follows me in and sits down on the table. "Hmmm...cookies? Cake? Brownies?"

"PIE!" I exclaim. "I love pie. But the question is, what kind of pie?"

"Lemon meringue," Rose answers. "I think I have my mom's old recipe for it here." She hops off the table and reaches up to the cupboards (giving me a nice view of her ass in the process) before jumping up and down excitedly with the recipe card in her hand. She runs around the kitchen, grabbing different ingredients and bowls and other stuff. I lean against the counter and watch her scurrying around.

She starts mixing the batter, and I scoop out a chunk with my finger. Licking it off seductively, I moan at the taste. "This is actually really good, Rose."

"Don't sound so surprised," she huffs and whacks my shoulder.

"Well from everything else you've ever cooked me, I have a right to be surprised," I chuckle, taking another scoop from the bowl. (A/N: It about to get real cheesy up in dis hood. But I need some mindless fluff right now, so deal.)

"Stop taking my batter," Rose threatens, wielding her mixing spoon like a sword.

"Or what?" I reply, taking another scoop. She giggles before narrowing her eyebrows at me and grabbing the cup of flour. She takes a step toward me, and I grab the carton of eggs in defense. "Don't take one. More. Step."

"Or what?" she mimics me before taking a step. I grab an egg and throw it at her. It hits her chest and splatters, and she lets out a small squeal. She rushes at me full speed, flinging the flour at me.

"Not the hair! Not the hair!" I scream with a chuckle, tossing more eggs at her. She empties the rest of the bag of flour directly on my hair with a loud battle cry. I finish off the rest of the eggs at her and grab a spatula. She respond by grabbing the spoon and smacking me with it. I attempt to smack her back with the spatula, but she stops me with the spoon, leading to a sword-fight around the kitchen.

We sit on the flour in the kitchen, surrounded by eggs, flour, batter, and pretty much everything else from the fridge. Rose looks around, a smile still smeared across her face before turning to me. She pulls me in for a kiss, and I respond enthusiastically, moaning into her mouth. "You taste like sugar," I whisper when she pulls away.

"Thanks," she replies, licking her lips and moaning at the sugar taste. She takes one more look around. "We'll buy some pie at the store on the way."

I stand up. "But for now," I lift her up too, "you need a shower."

"You mean, we need a shower," she giggles before running to the bathroom. I sigh and quickly follow.

Hey guys, I'll try not to be such a stranger any more, but thanks for reading. Next chapter, hopefully, won't be so fluffy. Unless y'all really like the fluffy cheesy deliciousness, haha.

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