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I'm standin' on the bridge
I'm waitin' in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now

"Where hell is he?" I muttered to myself, warming my hands with my breath. I began pacing, nervously, looking all around for him. This wasn't how things were supposed to go, this wasn't how it was supposed to end up. He was supposed to love me, to care me, and we were supposed to end up happily ever after. Instead, he hurt me. He hurt me so much, and so badly, that I had to seek shelter with a man, who was once my best friend, who was now my savior. The man who truly loved me, whose's children I was now carrying with me at this instant.

I heard a *crack* behind me, and whipped around, hands on my stomach, trying to protect myself, though it was hard on this bridge. The night was dark, cold, and it was sleeting. There were no footsteps, and for that, I was glad. I didn't want to see him, my ex-love, you could say. His name was Mark Grain, and I was in "love" with him. I went back to the beginning. The very beginning.

There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound

After my years at Hogwarts were over, I was depressed. I couldn't deal with the outside world, and I was terrified that I would fail. Fail my mother and father, who loved me. Fail my friends, who were succeeding far better than I. Fail myself. I could not handle it, and I took to my bed, no longer wanting to live. That was when he, Mark, first came to me. He was an employee at the wizard-witch-lawyer firm that I worked at, and he was "worried" about me, after having missed work for three weeks. He took one look at my face, and instead of running in the opposite direction, asked me on a date.

Shocked and unable to conceive the fact that this young, hot, lawyer wanted me, the lowly Rose Weasley, despite my name, said no. I figured that he wanted an "in" with my father, uncle, or one of my more famous cousins. After some time, he managed to convince me that he only wanted me.

Even at Hogwarts, despite who my family was, I was not poplar or widely pursued. I had few boyfriends, and even fewer friends. I felt as though I could trust no one, for many had disappointed me, by wanting an angle into my family. Many of my family members, especially my cousin Lilly, had no problem with this, but I always found myself to shrink back from the glory. It was because of this that I was called "snobby" though all I really was, was shy. After at least three years there, I seemed to melt into the background, and many forgot my existence.

I was the family "joke", and many of my more exuberant prankster family members, such as James or Hugo, called me the "wallflower", which was, incredibly true. I covered up my face with my hair and thick glasses, covered my curves with baggy clothes, looked down, and cowered behind my books. Even my true, good, friends forgot me on occasion, such as when Al forgot to invite me to his 16th birthday party, when Alicia forgot to tell me she was dating a famous Qudditch player (which quickly ended) or the worst, when Scorpious never told me he was dating Alicia.

Despite being called a wallflower, and never well liked, Mark Grain still asked me out. It was a good date, a nice date, and it even ended well, with a promise of me going on another date, and returning to work. It was a long weekend, something to do with the Queen and solders, I think. Perhaps, it may have even been an American holiday. I was too caught up with this amazing, wonderful man, who I was quickly falling for. I contacted my cousin Lilly, who, along with my other family members, I hadn't spoken too, in at least a few months.

A little angry at being ignored for the fact "year at least", she quickly overcame it, once she heard my news, and forced me to come out of my "hole" again. She took me to the newest, the greatest, and most expensive, Muggle and Wizard shops there where. She was a fashion designer/consultant, and she was, in essence, making me go on a shopping trip. She spared no expense on me, only happy to see me happy with someone, and to see me speaking to her, or at the very least, "showing some signs of life!". She forbade me to disappear on her again, and then took me to get a "makeover".

When I walked into the doors that Tuesday, with my new hair, clothes, and makeup, I could feel my stomach doing flips. My hands where shaking, wet, and clammy, and I considered throwing up. I took a few deep, calming breathes, and walked into my office. I greeted my friends with a smile, took the compliments of "Rose, you look incredible!" and the usual gentle teases of, "Rose, your back from the dead!" The entire time, my eyes swooped the perimeter of the office space, looking for Mark.

My boss, Mr. Franklin's door popped open, and the portly, slightly bald, older man came out, talking a mile a minute. This was strange, for I had never seen him so enthusiastic about something. Mr. Franklin was a nice enough man, very grandfather-lay but that was exactly the problem. He never knew how to say no to anything and really, was not a very good boss. I could tell, from the way he answered the phone whenever his wife, kids, or grand kids called, this was simply a job to pass the time, or wait until he can retire.

With Mr. Franklin, came Mark Grain. My breathing took a sharp turn upwards, and my heart pounded hard, as if I had just run a mile. "Pardon me, madam. I seem to remember making your aquatinted." He murmured softly behind me, lifting a small lock of my hair, teasing me. "As do I, Mr. Grain." I said, trying to hid my grin.

"And now, it is my pleasure, to introduce to you, your new boss, and the man who will save this company, Mr. Mark Grain!" Mr. Franklin said loudly, beginning a chain of clapping that echoed throughout the entire office. "My new boss," I thought to myself, as I watched his ass go up to the front of the room, admiring the tightness of it. "Well, I suppose I always have wanted an "office romance"."
So it was that our, "affair" began. At first it was sweet, romantic, and of course, exciting. My family loved him, save for Al but of course, Al didn't like any of my boyfriends. He was worse than my father and my brother that way. He, of course, wanted me to end up with his best friend, my old best friend, Sco Malfoy. Scorpious, on the other hand, had made it clear while we were still at Hogwarts, that he wanted me as a best friend...and ONLY as a best friend.

"Dammnit Al! When will you get it through your goddamn head, that I....don't.....want her???" I heard Scorpious Malfoy shout. I had no idea who he was talking about. Al had never tried to set Scorpious, one of our mutual best friends, up with anyone to my knowledge. It was always myself that he tried to set up, much to my dismay. I preferred to be a wallflower, it was, though slightly reluctant, my choice. I heard them come around the corner, and pretended to be extremely involved in my drab, boring essay of How a Beaker could be Used, that our Potions Master had given us for homework. Unfortunately for myself, they were too involved in their own conversation to notice me, let alone anyone else. Fortunately, I was the only one there.

"Al! I have never, not in any way, nor will I in any, FUTURE way, fall in love, or even like Rose Weasley as more than a friend! You know, as well as myself, that I like Alicia!" I heard Scorpious shout. That hurt. Alicia was my best friend, albiet a complete slut. She had wanted both Scorpious or Al for ages, and she would be pleased indeed to hear this news. I had never told her, not throughout the entire 5 years we had become sisters, that I fancied Scorpious, and had since the moment I saw him. I became friends with him, hoping that he would see me as more than the wallflower, but it looked as through that hope was denied. I picked up my books, cleared my throat, and flew past the two boys, who looked ashamed, bashful, and apologetic. I never looked back.
Our torrid relationship continued despite Al's misgivings about Mark, sweet, and loving as ever. Despite the fact that he was my boss, that we worked in the same office, and of course, the advice given to all young employees, that we were not to engage in a relationship with someone we worked with. We ignored it, and he soon asked me to move him with him.

Pleased, and thinking that this was the next "stop" in our relationship, that I thought was headed for marriage, I agreed, and our life together, really began. This was when the first cracks began appearing, and the problems where beginning to get noticed. Mark was less sweeter, less kinder, and less faithful.

Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night

I had noticed him looking at girls asses at the parties we went to, and had felt a little bit concerned about it. After all, he had mine to look at whenever he needed to right? Still, the sex was of course, mind blowing and I figured I had nothing to worry about. I merely put it towards his "masculine" side, always wanting to "show off" for the boys, and played along.

I'm tryin' to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new

I should never have done that. Things where getting worse, and it was hard for me to ignore. I began trying to spend less time with Mark and his guy friends, and more time with my own friends. Mark began getting more jealous and was constantly texting or calling my phone. When I would turn it off, he would fly into a rage, and claimed it was akin to "setting kittens on fire"!

I don't know who you are
But I'm, I'm with you
I'm with you
Hmm hmm hmm

Everything was going wrong it seemed. My work load was extremely stressful, and I began looking for a transfer. When Mark found my work-transcripts, and job applicants, he flipped. He shouted, shrieked, and screamed at me, until I burst into tears. I locked myself in my bathroom, and began going through my contacts list, trying to look for someone to talk to, to be able to get some sense on this situation that was going so horribly wrong. I had no contacts.

I'm looking for a place
I'm searching for a face
Is anybody here I know?

Mark had deleted all of them, all of my texts, all of my music, absolutely everything. The only contact or texts I had, where from him. I cried harder, and slammed my phone into the bathtub, not caring that it shattered into a million pieces. A few hours in there, and Mark finally came to my door. He apologized, but I wouldn't accept. He begged, pleaded and cried. It was only then, that I accepted his apology, but I made him sleep on the couch.

Cause nothing's going right
And everything's a mess
And no one likes to be alone

I tried to keep my distance from him, but he was so sweet, kind, understanding, and gentle with me, that I just couldn't. He acted how he had in the beginning of our relationship, and I fell for him again. Though I knew it was wrong, I couldn't help myself, and that was when I knew I was addicted. I began smoking cigarettes, "fags", as a way to stop myself from shaking whenever I saw him.

Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
I try to figure out this life

For he was turning up the "heat". Our relationship was back to how it was before the row, and it was getting worse, for he began hurting me. It began with hard squeezes, enough to leave a bruise, but still, I didn't let him go. I saw how happy Alicia and Scorpious where, how happy Lilly and John where, how Al and Grace where happy, and how happy everyone else around me was.

Won't you take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I'm, I'm with you

I forced myself to stay with him, to keep up the happy illusion. I laughed whenever he laughed, and kept my outlook of being the perfect "girlfriend". When we got home though from the parties of glamour and glitz, where no one could see us, he would get drunk. We would have a row, and it would always turn out bad for me. He would hurt me, and then storm out to have another "guys night out", to get even more drunk and sleep with strippers. Then he would come home, with roses, and "sweets for a sweet", in order to make it up to me.

I'm with you
Yea yea

Like a bunch of sweets, roses, and comforting words could ever make up for what he would do to me. Still, being the fool that I am, I always took it with a smile, and the cycle that we had set up, would begin again. It was a constant circle, and I could feel myself wasting away from it.

That was when my real affair with him began. When I was walking in Diagon Alley, one of my few places that I was allowed to go to by Mark, I met him. I met with the boy, my best friend, who broke my heart. Scorpious Malfoy. He and Alicia had broken up, because of course, Alicia had found a new boy-toy. He was someone shell-shocked and I decided to invite him for a drink. I didn't want to go back to Mark, not yet, and I wanted to spend time with Scorpious.

This was either the best idea I've ever had, or the stupidest. To this day, I think it was the best idea or mistake that I've ever done. As we sat there, getting a bit drunk, a man came up to me, drunker than anyone I've ever seen, and began seriously hitting on me. I played along. It had been such a long time since I had done this, what with Mark controlling everything I do, and it felt....it felt...nice.

Scorpious, on the other hand, did not think so. His face turned red and he looked more pissed off than I had ever seen him. When the man began hinting that he had an empty car, and yes, beyond that empty car, an even emptier apartment, Scorpious stood up. "Rose, love, I think it's time we get back to the baby, do you not think so?" He questioned, his face dark with anger.

I merely smirked at the man, took Scorpious hand and replied in a loving tone, "Of course dear. Our...child awaits us after all." When we got out of the bar, I looked at him, and fell to the ground laughing. It seems as if I was a bit drunker than I thought in the bar. "Oh heavens, Scorpious. That was the most fun I've had in such a long time!"

He smirked at me, (oh, that's one thing I haven't missed from our "time together") and said quietly, "Same here." I looked at him, and smiled softly. He looked down at his watch, and quickly said, "Well, Rose, it's a bit early....would you like to come to my apartment for some coffee? Or do you have plans?" Even though I knew that Mark wouldn't be happy at all where he to find out about this, but I hoped and figured he wouldn't.

That was when it began. Our "affair" with each other. It went far enough that night to make me see what I was missing, after all those years with Mark. It went far enough that night to make Scorpious see what he missed out all those years with Alicia. It went far enough for both of us to begin to fall in love.

Oh, why is everything so confusing?
Maybe I'm just out of my mind
Yea eee yeah, yea eee yeah
Yea yee yea, yea eee yeah,yeah

When I came back to the apartment later that night, I had seen the note that Mark had left for me. He was in the nice part of our cycle which explained the "My Darling Rose, I'm out for a boys night. I hope you can find some source of entertainment without me there to help you and that this charm adds to your already full bracelet. Good Night love and I'll see you in the morning."

I had ripped it up, and obediently put the charm on my bracelet. It was true, it WAS already full but did he care? No, of course not. It looked tacky, and freaky. I hated it, and wished I could just throw it down the garbage dump, but Mark would hurt me if I did that. I breathed deeply though happy that he wasn't there. Happy he couldn't see the look of happiness on my face.

The look that Scorpious had put on my face. I sighed, remembering him. Remembering what we had done and how happy I felt during and after it. It was so nice to be with someone who loved me, who knew me. I knew he did. But I was so confused. I thought I had loved Mark, and look where that had landed me.

It was so nice though to be with Scorpious though. I felt as if I was going out of my mind, and as if Mark was reading it. God, I had no idea what to do, I was so damn confused. It felt like I was having an out of body experience, like this was happening to some other person. I looked down to the note again, and as I reread the letters, I revisited my time with Scorpious. Fuck....I was so screwed.

It's a damn cold night
Tryin' to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand?

I waited a few weeks, hoping that Scorpious would come to me again. I endured a few beatings from Mark, but it wasn't that serious. At least, that's what I thought. Until he broke my arm. It had been a stupid thing, I had looked at him funny and I had "sassed" him. But, oh, it hurt so badly. I cried in front of him, something I had never done before, because I knew it would just get him madder.

Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I'm, I'm with you, yea
I'm with you, yea

As I sat in the hospital room, I looked at the Muggle drawings of an abused women. It was overexerted of course. Many Muggle drawings where. I had come to the Muggle hospital because I lived in fear that someone would spot me and "tell on me", whether it be Mark or one of my family members or even one of the people I worked with.

I no longer had friends because of Mark. He had forbidden me to see any of my friends and I lived in fear that he would hurt them to. Lost in my thoughts, I missed the door opening. "Well, Miss...Weasley?" said the voice coming from the door.

I jerked around in surprise at the familiar voice, only to wince as my arm throbbed. "Holy shit." I murmured as the doctor came close to me, concerned at my wince of pain. "Scorpious, what the fuck are you doing here?" I continued, still wincing as he gently prodded at my arm.

"I'm doing a Muggle inter-ship. It's part of the new "Muggle oriented" partnership they're doing at St. Mungos." He said, as he began wrapping my arm up. "Oh. I didn't know you where interring there."I said quietly. "I'm not." he said flatly as he began preparing to cast my arm. "I'm already a Healer there. I want to become a doctor in the Muggle world to so that I can make sure I can fully cure my patients whether it be with magic or Muggle methods."

He took my hand, and helped me off the stool. "C'mon. We have to firmly set that cast." I smiled at him and shook my head. "What?" he replied self-concisely. "Nothing, you just have many sides to you." I said quietly, as we went out of the room. "So do you Rose," he said, just as quietly. "So do you."

When we were done with the casting, Scorpious looked down at his watch and smirked. "You know...you're my last patient. And it is just in time for a quick lunch. Would you like to join me?" I looked down at my own watch, and knew that Mark was out of town. I smiled back at him and said yes.

It was a quiet lunch but an equally delicious meal. We talked of many things, some retouching on our last meeting, but most were new. We never talked about our last encounter but it was hinting there. The physical attraction we had for each other was intense, even more so, because I had never felt this way about someone before. From the way he stared at me, and remembering the passion from our last revedaus, I doubted that he had either.

As we got up to leave, Scorpious caught my non-inured hand. "Rose, wait." He said quietly, so the busboy who was clearing the table behind us, wouldn't hear us. "When can I see you again? I haven't stopped thinking about you since...that night." He pleaded with me. My breath caught in my chest. It was the same for me. I couldn't get the thought of him out of my head, the smell of him out of my nose, the taste of him out of my mouth, or the feel of him out of my arms. He was everywhere it seemed.

I paused and thought to Mark's schedule. He would be gone on a "business" trip in two weeks. It would last a week, and I knew he would be unfaithful to me on that trip, just as he always was. Occupying himself with cheap whores, pot, and drink. Of course. I snapped back to reality, and told Scorpious about that time. He nodded and said with a slightly guilty smile, "Meet you at my apartment?" I grinned sudeciatvly and said yes.

That time came and passed, as had the other times. Each time was like being lit on fire. Mark was losing his attractiveness, both to myself, and to the world. He was getting a beer belly, losing his hair, and getting "old". Scorpious though, was only growing in his attractiveness, a feat that was hard to manage. Mark was becoming bitter, but Scorpious was becoming learned. I knew what my heart was screaming for, and I knew what my mind was screaming for.

A few months into the affair that I had so willingly set myself into, I found out news. I hadn't been with Mark in the "biblical" sense in at least a few weeks, but I had been with Scorpious. Therefore my "news" was to go to him and him alone. With a heavy heart, I made the appointment to see him. Considering the circumstances, it was urgent.

"Scorpious?" I said softly. "Rose.."He trailed off. Without a word, he lifted me into his arms. "What's wrong love? Has Mark hurt you again? Please darling, come with me! Let's call the authorities, you can't let him get away with this!" He murmured, his voice full of pain, at the fact that I was in pain. My voice, choked up with sobs, could barely speak. "No Scorpious. That's only a small part of the problem. The rest is..Scorpious, I'm pregnant. And it's yours. Before you ask if there's a chance it could be Mark's, there isn't. I haven't been with him for a least a month. But I have been with you."

Scorpiuos held me at an arm's length. His face serious, and my heart began racing. "Is he angry with me? Does he regret it? Will he tell me to get an abortion? Will he tell Mark? Oh, God, please, no!" I thought. Then his face changed into one of utter glee. He hugged me tight and began whirling me around. "Scorpious!" I screamed laughing. "Put me down! I'm going to be sick!"I continued, still giggling. He buried his face in my air, his arms around me so tight, I could barely breath.

His breath was coming in hard pants and his face was turning pink. On his face was an expression of pure happiness. He kissed me, hard and full of passion. I stroked his hair and smiled back at him, my eyes filling up. "Are you-"I started to say hesitantly. "Hell yes. Rose, I will gladly take responsibility. I love you!" he exclaimed happily. I grinned and after taking his arm, squealed happily, "Scorpious, we're having a baby!!!"

I had thrown away the all of the pregnancy tests I had taken to confirm in a trash can outside of the flat I shared with Mark and hoped he would never see them. I had forgotten one. It was the second, biggest mistake of my life because, "Murphy's Law", Mark found them, before the trash people did.

"What the fuck is this shit?" He demanded to me on that fateful day. I had just come back from an 8 hour shift, I was three months pregnant, and God, I was so so tired of absoutluty everything. I was planning to leave Mark for Scorpious, just because I couldn't take it anymore. I had contacted Scorpious, who was literally jumping for joy and some old friends from Hogwarts including Al and Alicia. Alicia, who haden't heard from me in years, screamed with joy when I told her that I was pregnant with Scorpiouses child and threatned to curse Mark with a Scalding Hex so bad, he'd never be able to get up in the morning.

I had gotten the job as a trainee at St. Mungos because of Scorpious. As he was making us dinner one day, he cut himself with a large knife on the hand and was losing a lot of blood. Though he was a doctor, he was losing to much blood to be able to properly handle it himself and couldn't make it to a hospital without losing all of his blood. I had merely taken him by the arm, keeping calm, bandaged his hand and murmered a quick spell to keep it from bleeding through the bandage. Scorpious, stunned that I knew a healing spell he didn't, had asked me for some more spells. I rattled them off, not knowing where he was going with this. He asked me for knowledge on the human body, potions, etc. As I kept getting the correct answers, he smirked at me.

Sick of his game, I had impatiently asked him what he was smirking at. He told me that I knew more than most of his interns did. He secured a job interview with one of his more "cankerous" co-workers, who typically rejected most applicants to the advanced tranee program at St. Mungos, to become a Healer, instead, sending them to lesser skilled Healers. Her name was Healer Anderson. She was very learned and hadn't given a hint as to whether or not she was pleased with my performance. In about a month, I had gotten a letter from her, saying she was very impressed with my performance, and that she would welcome the chance for me to join her program.

"What is what Mark?" I snapped irradiably with him. It had been a hard day, I had almost lost two patients, and I wasne't up to dealing with his shit anymore. He held up my pregnancy test and glared at me. I felt my heart drop and the blood drain from my head. Still, I kept my composure. "What about it?" I merely asked.

He stepped towards me, grabbed my neck, and thrust my head into the wall behind me. "Don't play your fucking games with me bitch." He murmed threatingly. Tears came into my eyes, but my thoughts went towards the unborn child in my womb, as they always did, whenever Mark did something like this to me. He let go of my neck, but kept up his tirade of abues.

"So. I thought you said you where taking contraceptaive potions, and birth control. You knew I didn't want a kid Rose. You knew. Yet you, the dumbass bitch, get yourself knocked up." He said in a casual voice, not looking at me. I stood silently by the wall, my fists clenching.

"Well, I don't care. We're not having the thing. You're getting an abortion. I'll make a call, since you won't fucking to do it. You're to goddamn soft Rose. That's why you couldn't be a good lawyer. Shit, you even suck as a doctor! I guess you're always just going to be incomptent. Something I should have relized from your last names. After all Weasleys' never HAVE been the best have they?" He countiuned his rant, turning to look at me. "Well you. I'm gonna teach you a fucking lesson, you're never gonna forget." He hissed at me, his eyes narrowed into slits.

Before I could run, he lept at me and caught me by the arm. I twisted this way and that, trying to loosen his hold, but it only got tighter. I felt my blood being quickly cut off and he threw me on the ground. Standing over me, he began smirking. He leered closer to me, and I quickly scuttled backwards.

"It's not yours Mark! I'm not getting an abortion! I'm old enough, I'm skilled enough, I have money, a steady job, I can get an apartment on my own, I have my family to help and the father is willing to help!" I screamed at him, unable to keep the words out of my mouth. I had it with his shit. I wasen't going to get an abortion, despite my belief that they shouldn't be banned. I was entering my late 20's early 30's and I knew I could have this baby, be happy, and raise it well. He gaped at me, at this confession pouring out of my mouth. I suppose he thought he was the only one allowed to be unfaithful.

"You did what." He blurted. I winced in pain, trying to make my neck stop hurting. Still, my hands fluttered towards my stomach worried only, about the saftey of that little person inside. Then, the expression on his face changed into one of pure malice. "Why, you goddamn little bitch. So you've been cheating on me? Goddamn you. Well, that bastard is gonna have to give up hope of ever seeing you. Or the kid. You're getting a goddamn abortion. I don't care if I have to stand over you or even, if I have to do it my fucking self. In fact, I'm gonna do it now." He said, coming closer and closer to me with every step.

He began hurting me, screaming at me how worthless I was, while I just shrunk back, and tried to protect myself. He hadn't gotten near my stomach yet, through everywhere else felt as if it was being set on fire. As my eyesight began going black, and I began to sway, I saw Mark going towards my stomach. Suddenly though I snapped. With a sudden rush of adrelaine, everything sharpned and I lept at him. I used the self defense techniqes that Scorpious had taught me when I first told him Mark was hurting me, and he knew he couldn't do anything about it. With him laying on the ground, looking terrified, I called the police. I felt myself about to pass out, my eyesight full of black spots, bleeding heavily, but not ready to give up, if only for the baby.

When I finally woke up, I was in a white hospital bed, in St. Mungo's, with Scorpius holding my hand. I looked at him, smiling. he was so innoccent sleeping. His long blonde hair, flopping over his eyes. His expression, worried, shaded but not being hiden. His hand, clasped around mine. I moved our hands to the one possible place. Atop the child we had made together, in essence of our love. I just looked at him for the next hour or so, until he woke up.

"Hey sleepy-head." I said queitly, as his eyes unblurred from sleep. "Rose..."He whispered. Scorpious moved towards me, kissing everywhere he could find, stroking my hair with his one free hand. "Shhh...It's okay. I'm gonna be okay." I whispered in his ear, as he held me, his body shaking with sobs. "I almost lost you Rose. I'm not gonna do it again." He said in a low voice, controlled by emotion. He seemed to be gearing himself to ask an important question, when a Healer came in.

It was my old friend, and mentor, Healer Anderson. She smiled at me, pleased to find me awake, and very pleased to see Scorpious and I sharing a "moment". "Hello Rose! You gave us all quiet scare the other day, when you came in!" she chirped. I smiled back at her, and said, "So, what's the news? How bad is it?" Her voice turned serious and she said, "You have a fractured skull, a hairline fracture in your right leg, a broken arm, quiet a few serious cuts and brusies. You will need to take many potions and rest over the course of the next few months." My heart began jumping and the only thought in my mind was about my baby. "But what about our baby?" I said quickly, forcing the words out in a panic. "I mean, is he or she-"

Healer Anderson grinned suddenly and shook her head. "That's the one good piece of advice. Thank the Lord you stopped that man when you did. You have quiet a few cuts and brusies on your stomach, most not very serious, though you did have a large cut, that will leave a scar. However, the babies are fine." I looked to Scorpious who tried to stop from smirking at me. I turned back to Healer Anderson and said in a questiong voice, "BabieS?" She laughed and said, "Oh yes. You and Scorpious are having triplets!" I looked at Scorpious and found him smiling. I smiled back and squeezed his hand. Triplets. It would be messy, hard, and noisy, but it would be worth it all. I barely noticed Healer Anderson leave the room, my gaze was fully fixed on Scorpious smiling.

His hand suddenly left mine, and he went down on one knee. Reconzing the move from some of my favorite chick-flick movies, I gasped out loud, with tears coming to my eyes. "Rose Arabelle Weasley, mother of my children, love and light of my life. I love you so much. These past months have been the happiest of my life, and the only thing that could make me sad, was seeing you in so much pain. When you told me you where pregnant with my children, I was incrediably happy and have planned on doing this since then. Rosie, will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife and being Rose Arabelle Weasley Malfoy?" Scorpious asked, his eyes big, fearing rejection, yet hoping for acceptence.

I felt my eyes go wide, and tears of happiness filling over. "Of course Scorpious! Yes, Yes Yes!" I said excidtly, my heart jumping. My heart moniters went nuts, as Scorpious strode to my side, put the ring on my finger and gave me the kiss of my life. I was suprised that none of the interns, trainees, nurses, or Healers came in, but then figured that Scorpious had probably tipped them off. I clutched him to me, not wanting him to let me go. He never did. He never has.

My life with Scorpious has been the best part of my life so far. The only thing about it is, is that it keeps getting better. Two years into our marriage, we are the proud parents of 4 young children, with many vistors to our home throughout the week, including friends of the family, family, cousains, and more. Ours is a happy home, and not a day had gone by, that I don't regret my "affair" with Scorpious. I still have the scar on my stomach, as a reminder, and Scorpious and I have promised to tell our children our story, once they are old enough. Scorpious was my saving grace, he took my hand, took me somewhere else and helped through everything. Once Mark was in prison, we moved out of London, though we communt to get to St. Mungos. We moved to a home near our friends and family, with equel distance to the Malfoy Manor and the Burrow.

Take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I'm, I'm with you, oh

Scorpious and I love each other very much, and nither of us regret the descions we have made. So you see, my life does have a happy ending after all. That night, when I had come to Mark after his hearing, with Scorpious beside me. He was flanked by guards, and I had told him the truth. That he had hurt me, that I felt sorry for him, and that if he where to ever come find me again, he would die. He is still in jail today.

I'm with you
I'm with you