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AN: Hello all!  My previous chapter just validated in less than a day (even though the queue told me 12 days) so I'm posting this chapter too!

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Chapter Nine: Last

The next morning, the Weasley and Malfoy parents couldn’t help but feel slightly different. How they had dealt with the previous day’s news was done and over with, but they still had the after-effects.

In Ron’s case, he had the strange suspicion that he had gotten tossed under a train, only come to realize that he had had a lot of firewhiskey. The firewhiskey was the cause for his over-sensitivity to light and for his temporary loss of memory.

Hermione had a dull ache behind her eyes that even her personal headache potion wouldn’t get rid of. She knew that she had consumed a few too many cups of tea last night; she had a caffeine overload.

Draco, like Ron, physically felt horrible. He thought that a hippogriff had trampled on him at some point in the past six hours, though he was quite aware that he had been in his bed all night.

Astoria didn’t have a headache or the sensation that she had been, in some way, assaulted like her husband felt he had, but her hands were cramped and slightly swollen. She knew very well that she had gotten a good portion of her work done and she was glad for that.

Both sets of parents had wordlessly agreed over coffee and the Daily Prophet with their significant others that they would make no mention of yesterday’s news until the subject(s) of the news came home.

Unfortunately, they would have to wait for a good six hours or so until they got home.

Like they had imagined, Rose, Scorpius, Al and Cecelia woke up with aching backs and cricks in their necks. Rose, on top of that, felt like an ugly and bloated beached whale.

“Oh Merlin,” she said, wincing as she sat up. “I feel horrible.”

“I offered my bed,” Cecelia reminded her.

“I know that. But my horribleness has nothing to do with sleeping on the floor. I feel positively huge!”

Al and Scorpius were still wiping the sleep from their eyes as Rose made her assessment.

“Whah?” Scorpius mumbled.

“Never mind,” Rose said bitterly, pulling her blankets closer to her.

Scorpius looked blearily to Al and Cecelia, a befuddled look gracing his gorgeous features. Cecelia discreetly motioned for him to speak to Rose, seeing that she wasn’t in the best of moods.

“Rosie, what do you mean by that?” he asked her cautiously.

She looked over to him, a vague expression on her face. “What do I mean by ‘never mind?’ Exactly that: never you mind.”

“Rose, now don’t be like that,” Scorpius said. “I mean what do you mean when you say you feel positively huge?”

Rose stared at him, completely dumbfounded for some reason. “Scorpius, look at me! I’m a bloody whale!” Rose screeched, dropping her blankets and flailing her arms.

All three of her friends were startled by her outburst. Rose usually wasn’t this temperamental.

Scorpius glanced at Rose. He didn’t find any indication that Rose was ‘huge.’ In fact, she looked exactly as she had the day before, though her hair, currently, was looking a bit like Al’s did all the time.

“I really don’t know what you mean by that, love. You look exactly as you did yesterday.”

Rose glared at Scorpius. “And how did I look yesterday?”

Cecelia and Al saw this little exchange as a perfect opportunity to leave. They didn’t want to get in the middle of this confrontation.

“Al, let’s go see what my brother is making for breakfast,” Cecelia whispered to Albus.

“Sounds like a good idea. I’m kind of scared of Rose right now,” Al admitted as he and Cecelia slipped out of the room.

As they closed the door behind them, both hear Scorpius’ brave reply.

“Beautiful, despite your being upset about your parents.”

Al thought that Scorpius would be fine in this battle. He was holding his own.

And for once, Al may have been right. (Which is a rare occurrence.)

Beautiful? Come on Scorpius, do you honestly think I cannot see right through your lie? You just don’t want to have an argument in which you would accidentally, but honestly, say that I do look like a whale!!”

Scorpius was puzzled beyond belief. Was she serious? Did she really think he was lying?

Now he was getting agitated.

“No, that’s not it at all. I wouldn’t lie about that either. Why would you think I’d lie to you?”

“Because you are a part of the male species, that’s why!” came Rose’s immediate reply.

Scorpius was too stunned to answer. What was wrong with her? Rose was never this…crazy.

Then the light bulb turned on. Rose was acting so strange because she was experiencing the effects of the hormones.

Scorpius, as well as every other student in Hogwarts, had a health class in his third year for the simple reason that in 2002, a third year got pregnant. She and the baby’s father stayed in school until the seventh month, but after that, they were never heard from again.

Scorpius laughed ever so slightly as he remembered this tidbit of information, which just happened to give Rose more reason to be angry.

“Why are you laughing?”

Scorpius smiled at her as he laughed again. “Love, calm down a bit. I’m just laughing because you’re having one of your first hormonal episodes.”

“My first what?”

Rose stood up abruptly and towered over Scorpius.

“Love, you’re pregnant and bound to get set off more easily. Not to mention the fact that being pregnant is also making you feel fat, though you are barely two months pregnant, so physically, it’s not possible.”

Scorpius faintly heard Rose growl and he held back a chuckle. He didn’t really feel like upsetting her more.

“So, I still feel fat,” Rose finally concluded stubbornly, her head tilted defiantly as she looked down on him.

“I don’t doubt that. It’s psychological.”

“Oh, and are you a shrink now?” Rose quipped, her hands on her hips.

Her mood was brightening and she was at least a bit amused.

Scorpius let out a chuckle and stood up, placing his hands on her waist. He leaned down so his face was level with Rose’s. He was so close to her, she could feel his eyelashes brush her face.

“No, of course not. I’m just your boyfriend and the father of your baby.”

He smirked that trademark Malfoy smirk before swiftly planting his lips on Rose’s.

She was instantly rendered speechless.

Although Scorpius pulled away, their distance was only momentary.

Rose smashed her lips against Scorpius’ roughly. Her hands found themselves tangled in Scorpius’ hair with no trouble at all.

Scorpius was enjoying himself, but somehow, he thought it best that they stop.

“Rose, love, I think it would be best if we don’t do this right now,” Scorpius advised Rose.

“Why not?” Rose wondered breathlessly as her mouth brushed Scorpius’ collar bone.

“Well I don’t –”

“It’s not like I can get pregnant,” Rose told him while her hands, having a mind of their own, ventured down Scorpius’ torso to the bottom of his t-shirt.

“That’s not it, Rose. I don’t think Cecelia would appreciate us doing anything remotely like what you’re thinking of doing in her bedroom. And plus, I don’t know how much restraint I have at the moment,” Scorpius revealed to Rose, his voice clearly strained.

Rose giggled and Scorpius felt the vibration of it on his neck.

Rose sighed heavily before she surrendered. She gave him a quick kiss. “I need food anyway. I’m starving.”

Scorpius couldn’t stop his grin. Of course Rose would have to be the crazy pregnant woman who changes her mind every four minutes.

Scorpius took Rose’s hands and led her out of Cecelia’s room. “Come on then, let’s eat.”

Scorpius and Rose hurried to the Grafton’s kitchen where they found Cecelia and Al eating pancakes with Chloe and Cameron.

Caleb was over at the stove (one of the many non-magical kitchen appliances in the Grafton’s home) with a griddle and pancake batter. Cailyn was sitting at the head of the kitchen table, sipping her tea and reading The Daily Prophet. Chloe and Cameron were entirely absorbed in eating their pancakes, so they hadn’t noticed Rose or Scorpius.

“Sleep well?” Cailyn asked them, just peering over her paper.

“Oh, we slept fine, thank you,” Scorpius answered quickly.

Behind her paper, Cailyn smiled into her cup of tea.

“Want pancakes?” Caleb addressed Rose and Scorpius.

“Oh, please!” Rose answered eagerly. She sat down beside Al and immediately started talking with Cecelia.

And so Caleb made them pancakes.

After breakfast, the four friends took turns showering and then got dressed.

Once they were all ready, Cecelia suggested they go to the public park with a playground that was a few minutes away. Al, Rose, and Scorpius agreed instantly since it was a beautifully warm spring day.

Carelessly, they walked down the middle of the deserted road. Al and Cecelia were a few steps in front of Rose and Scorpius and looked absolutely adorable together.

Cecelia had slipped her arm into Al’s and was gently hanging on his arm and occasionally whispered into his ear. Every once in a while, Al threw his head back and let out a barking laugh. From anyone looking on them, it could be easily assumed that they were a young couple in love.

Rose certainly thought so.

The thought had crossed her mind somewhat unexpectedly and she had instinctively moved closer to Scorpius, holding onto his hand tighter.

“They’re cute, aren’t they?” Rose noted softly.

“They complement each other,” Scorpius agreed.

Rose silently contemplated what she was going to say next.

“Do you think we can last?”

Scorpius was surprised. That was a weird subject change. Of course, at times, he had his own doubts but they were only at the beginning of their situation and he knew that they had at least seven more months to work everything out.

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly and solemnly.

Rose nodded beside him, not making a sound. She thought the same. She didn’t know how everything was going to turn out.

“I’d like for us to last. I’d like for us to be able to stay together and be able to raise our baby in a healthy, loving environment.”

“So would I,” Rose said slowly. “I love you more than I ever thought I could love anyone, but it’s a little early to decide our fate, isn’t it?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Scorpius told her somberly. “Let’s just take this one day at and time and not worry about what could happen.”

Rose felt a little bit better about the state of their relationship now that she knew that Scorpius was thinking rationally about it as well. She had come to terms with the fact that some things can’t last forever, so there’s no point in trying to change it or wallowing because it can’t last. She understood she had to enjoy a good thing while it lasted, although she desperately hoped that she and Scorpius would last.

The rest of the way to the park, Rose and Scorpius didn’t say a word. Instead, they enjoyed they walk itself, and the reality that they were in each other’s company.

Upon reaching the park, Cecelia had grabbed Rose’s hand and pulled her to the swings. They laughed and cried like four year olds as they commandeered two swings and began to pump their legs.

Al turned to Scorpius, a little confused. “What’s with girls and swings?”

Scorpius shrugged. “Who knows?”

Scorpius and Albus then grinned at each other.

“Race you to the jungle gym!” Scorpius cried breaking out into a run, Al on his heels.

The mothers, fathers, and grandparents at the park with their children were a little suspicious of the four young adults scrambling around the park. It wasn’t very often that they came without any babysitting charges or younger siblings. These parents eyed these four with caution and made sure their kids were far enough away from them.

Al, Rose, Scorpius and Cecelia played in the park for a couple of hours, channeling their inner child. They hadn’t done anything like this in ages, and it was about time that they just let all of their energy out.

Unfortunately, Al had to go and mention going home and their fun was halted. Scorpius and Rose knew they had to go face their parents sometime or another. Al’s comment also stirred everyone’s hunger, so they hurried back to Cecelia’s for lunch before they all went their separate ways.

“Thanks so much Cece for suggesting us to stay the night. I don’t think I would’ve been able to stay home. There were just so many unsaid things.”

Rose embraced her best friend warmly.

“It’s not a problem. I know you’d do the same for me.”

Rose retreated into Scorpius’ arms.

“Thanks again Cecelia. I’ve had a great time.”

“You’re welcome Scorpius. I’m glad that you stayed. We’ll all have to this again. Getting together I mean. Not the circumstances.”

Scorpius gave a little chuckle. “Of course.”

“I’m just glad my mum let me!” Al cried. “She’s strict you know.”

Cecelia smiled a secret smile. It was just meant for Al, but Scorpius and Rose were privy to it.

“I'll owl you later, alright, Cece?”

“I look forward to it,” Cecelia replied not even bothering to look at Rose.

She only had eyes for Al.

Rose silently urged Scorpius away from Al and Cecelia. She didn’t take him far enough away to see what they were doing, but she couldn’t hear what they were saying.

One moment, Cecelia was smiling radiantly at Al, telling him something, the next, Al was kissing her. Rose had a hunch that Cecelia was still smiling.

“Come on, let’s leave them,” Rose whispered to Scorpius.

“If you say so. Al will probably be here a little bit longer.”

“Of course he will.”

They made their way to the fireplace when Scorpius kissed Rose fiercely.

She sighed slowly. “What was that for?”

“In case my father decides to kill me. At least I got to have one more kiss.”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Scorpius, don’t say things like that. Your father will not kill you, just like my father won’t kill me. And plus, you have your mother to temper him. You’ll be fine and so will I.”

Rose yawned.

“You’ll be fine because you’re going to go home and hideout in your room and sleep.”

“No,” she told him defiantly, though she was going to do just that.

He smiled knowingly. “You need your sleep anyway. Go home and get some rest. Don’t get too stressed out about your parents. It’s not good for you or the baby.”

“I know. I'll do what you ask, only because I love you.”

Scorpius laughed and kissed Rose sweetly. “I love you too. Now get home!”

Rose grinned cheekily, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and gave Scorpius one last kiss. “Love you.”

In a matter of moments, she was gone and Scorpius quickly Floo home himself.

How he was dreading going home.

Astoria was anxious to know when her son was coming home. She was in the drawing room, working on some sketches and casually sipping tea.

Scorpius had Flooed into the grate and made quite a clatter, jolting Astoria from her work.

“Scorpius!” she cried, throwing her pencil and pad down and rushing toward him. “Never do that to me again, young man!”

Astoria feverishly kissed her son’s cheeks and held him tightly to her breast.

“Mum, Mum, let go a little. I’m having trouble breathing,” Scorpius complained.

“Oh, I’m sorry dear,” Astoria automatically apologized, loosening her hold. “But I mean it, Scorpius. Don’t ever do that to me again!”

“I’m sorry Mum. Rose needed me.”

Astoria’s anxiousness disappeared. “As in Rose, your girlfriend Rose? That Rose?”

Scorpius laughed lightly. “What other Rose is there?”

Astoria smiled. “You must really like her that you would leave your parents in a right state to help her out.”

“I do, Mum. I really do.”

Astoria stared at her only son as he gazed absently into space.

“Do you love her Scorpius?”

Scorpius was pulled back to earth and was a little surprised to see that his mum came to that conclusion so quickly.

Sheepishly, he answered her. “Yeah, I love her.”

“Does she love you?”

“Terribly.”

“I’m so happy for you Scorpius! And I don’t mind that you hid her from me for as long as you did, because I know you did. I am a mother and I have special abilities that help me decipher things. I know you wanted to shield us, and Rose, knowing very well how your father would react. I can take that. But no more secrets!” Astoria told him before crushing him once more in her arms.

“Okay Mum. No more secrets,” Scorpius said. However, there would be, since Rose was pregnant and he wasn’t in a position to tell his mother that she was going to be a grandmother at forty-one.

“So, how’s Dad?”

Astoria snorted at her son’s question.

“How do you think?”

“Um…thrilled?”

Astoria rolled her eyes at Scorpius’ optimism. “I wish. He got bloody wasted last night and I still think he’s a bit drunk, but you never know with your father.”

“Is he alright with it? Is he alright with Rose?”

Astoria didn’t get to answer this question because Draco answered for himself.

“I don’t know whether or not I’m alright with Rose. I’m kind of pissed off at my son for ‘giving me a bomb.’”

“Draco, love, it’s ‘dropping the bomb’,” Astoria corrected him.

“I don’t care!” Draco yelled to no one in particular. “Scorpius, I eventually got over the fact that you were friends with the little Weasley, but dating her is one step too far. Next thing is that you’re going to marry her and then have half-Weasleys! Being friends is one thing, but girlfriend? That is simply unacceptable!!”

“Dad, I don’t care whether or not you think it’s “acceptable.” I’m with Rose and that’s that. It’s not your decision to make.”

“It’s my decision whether or not I can disown you!”

“Draco Baron Malfoy!” Astoria suddenly shrieked. “How dare you even think that! You are not going to disown our son for whatever petty reasons you have for disliking Rose Weasley or her family. That is simply unacceptable, you bloody prick!”

Scorpius was seriously frightened for his life. Never had he seen his mother so furious. She was positively livid.

Draco, too, was terrified. He knew his wife was capable of being angry; he had seen it before, but this wasn’t anything like that other time. This was much worse that he could have ever imagined.

“Tori, please –”

“Don’t you ‘Tori’ me, Draco. I am furious and I can do wandless magic, if you had forgotten. It’d be safer for you to keep your mouth closed.”

Draco didn’t even dare to move a muscle, let alone open his mouth.

“Rose is a very nice young woman. She’s the Head Girl, which obviously means that she’s extremely intelligent, responsible, kind and fair. She’s also beautiful and absolutely perfect for our son. Just because you don’t like her father doesn’t mean Scorpius can’t date Rose. I’m sure Ron managed to control his temper, unlike you,” Astoria taunted Draco. Sure, it was a low-ball move, but it was effective.

Draco gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Like hell Weasley could control his temper, Draco thought to himself.

If he had said that out loud, Astoria surely would have done bodily harm.

Astoria turned to Scorpius now that she had let go of all her anger, seeing that she had directed it toward Draco.

“Scorpius, darling, do you have anything to tell your father?” Astoria goaded him.

Scorpius glared at his mother. He knew that she was going to play this game and he wasn’t happy about it.

“I’m sorry that I told you and then just left. It wasn’t fair of me not explaining completely.”

Draco watched his son intently since he couldn’t think of anything to say.

“Draco, do you have anything to say to your son?”

Draco’s lip curled but he managed to apologize for his horrendous behaviour. He didn’t like apologizing, but he didn’t like his wife when she was angry more. So, he promised he would at least give Rose a chance.

This satisfied Astoria and made Scorpius breathe a bit easier. Now, Scorpius only hoped that everything was going alright for Rose.

Rose Flooed into her living room where her parents, coincidentally, were waiting for her.

“Hello, Mum, Daddy,” she greeted them slowly, dusting herself off.

“Afternoon Rose,” Hermione said. “I hope you had a good time at Cecelia’s.”

Rose nodded yawning. “Yes I did. Thank you.”

Rose smiled briefly at her mother and barely noticed Hermione glance at Ron. Hermione was discreetly telling her daughter to pay attention to Ron.

Rose glanced at her father and saw that his arms were crossed, his forehead creased, and his mouth set in a familiar frown. He was clearly not happy.

“Is there anything you have to say for yourself, young lady?” Ron asked sternly.

Rose stared at her father in shock. Was he serious? After all, he was the one who stomped off angrily in the first place.

Hermione immediately glared at her husband the moment those words popped out of his mouth. That was not how she told him to go about the situation.

“Ronald,” Hermione warned.

Ron sighed crossly. Giving in to Hermione’s warning, he stared pathetically at the wall as if he were a scolded puppy. Then he spoke since no one else was making any indication they were going to speak.

“Your mother and I would like to discuss your, um,” Ron cleared his throat, “boyfriend.”

Rose was actually enjoying her father’s uneasiness at the conversation, partially because it was premeditated (thanks to Hermione) in an attempt to seem fair and accepting.

“What is there to discuss?” Rose wondered.

At the moment, Ron couldn’t answer because he believed that he wasn’t capable of just talking. He felt more like screaming. Hermione gladly took this opportunity to speak.

“The state of your relationship with Scorpius as well as any long term expectations you may plan to have with him, Rose.”

Rose mentally rolled her eyes. As much as she loved her mum, Hermione always spoke so clinically.

“Well, Mum, we’ve been together for a good amount of time, just testing the waters you could say. We were friends before, obviously, and that was certainly advantageous. We already know all we need to know about each other.”

Ron couldn’t take how his daughter was evading the question.

“Rose Aurora, your mum isn’t asking for a clinical answer to her clinical question! And I don’t want that kind of answer! I could care less, actually. What I want to know is if you’re having sex with him!”

Ron felt much better for just coming out with his burning question.

Rose, however, had been dreading that very question. She knew that if it were asked, she’d lie. She’d say that she never did.

Rose tried her bets to look appalled and managed to pull it off for Ron.

“Daddy, if I were to, as you so eloquently blurted it out, have sex with Scorpius, I’d be sure to take all necessary precautions. I’m already on the potion.”

Absently, Rose yawned and placed a protective hand on her stomach.

“Oh, thank Merlin!” Ron exclaimed, relieved. Then he turned serious. “Don’t think you’re going to have sex until after you’re married though Rose. Because you aren’t.”

Rose smirked. “Is that one of your ‘do as I say, not as I do’ comments? Because I know that you and Mum didn’t wait till you were married. You could barely wait until you were engaged!”

“How do you know that?” Ron asked accusingly before narrowing his eyes at Hermione.

“Ronald, don’t you narrow your eyes at me. I told her at an appropriate time. When I put her on the potion, actually, because statistics prove that many people have premarital sex and I wanted her to be smart if she ever did.”

“And when did you put Rose on the potion and how come I didn’t know about it?”

“Daddy, I was nearly fifteen and I had finally got boobs.”

“What!? Fifteen?”

Ron received a fierce look from his wife and daughter, forcing him to apologize.

“Alright then. You were fifteen, but that was a little more information than I think I ever needed to know, Rosie.”

“Do you mean to say that you’ll accept Scorpius as my boyfriend?”

“I'll try, but I can’t make any promises.”

Rose rushed toward Ron in a flurry of happiness and hugged him. “Thanks Daddy.”

Ron grunted gruffly, his sign of agreement.

He let go of his daughter, but not before kissing her forehead. He made his way toward the kitchen when Hermione called to him.

“Ron, what are you doing?”

“Getting food, Mione. All this talking makes me hungry.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and Rose chuckled.

He quickly disappeared beyond the kitchen door.

“Well, if Daddy’s leaving, I’m going to bed.”

Rose yawned and rubbed her stomach.

“Did you not sleep well at Cecelia’s?” Hermione asked concerned.

“I got plenty of sleep. I’m just tired,” Rose explained.

Hermione noticed as Rose rested her hand, almost lovingly, on her abdomen. Hadn’t she just told Ron that she hadn’t had sex with Scorpius?”

“Call me for dinner please, Mum,” Rose requested before she disappeared upstairs.

Hermione shook her head in confusion. Rose had just claimed that she had had a good night’s sleep, and yet she was tired. Why was she so tired? And why were her hands constantly gravitating toward her stomach?

Hermione stared at the spot her daughter had just vacated.

She felt her heart truly break as she realized Rose had failed to confide in her about another thing.

Hermione knew the symptoms. She had been there twice before. But why wouldn’t Rose tell her something so important?

How long had Rose been dating Scorpius? Why had she blatantly lied about not having sex before? And why hadn’t Rose ever bothered to tell Hermione that she was going to be a grandmother?

Hermione didn’t know the answers to any of the questions but she came to the conclusion that she didn’t need to know the answers just yet. Plus, Hermione was only guessing and she very well may be wrong, but it would be the first time she was wrong.

Hermione convinced herself Rose would confide in her soon enough.

At least, she hoped so.










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