PUT AWAY THOSE TORCHES! GET RID OF THOSE PITCHFORKS!
I'M HERE, I'M HERE!!
And I'm SORRY!
Please don't eat me. *pathetic whimper*
Though, because of my terrible updating skills, I permit you to keep the voodoo dolls you made of me. If it helps, I'm tall with dark hair.
HA! THAT MEANS I COULD BE ANYONE!
Oh, I'm a sneaky one.
But, seriously, when you're angrily poking it with pins, could you please refrain from destroying the doll's boobs/butt? I just very recently developed them, and I rather like them.
My mom says my butt looks too big.
But who listens to her? The boys walking behind me during gym class like that.
Which, I must admit, is extremely pervy and creepy (but boys will be boys), but is also rather flattering.
So please don't re-deprive me of them.
That would be just mean.
You know what else is mean? Me keeping you up here at this author's note while you could be down there, reading this ridiculously cute fanfic.
And I, my friends, am not mean. (No matter what my math partner tells you. In my defense, he DESERVES every single one of those punches! Stupid idiot.)
So read on!
Disclaimer: Last night, I dreamed that I was Jo.
And then I woke up and realized that I was me. Which is not Jo.
Life sucks, my friends.
Well, what are you still doing here? The story is DOWN THERE!
I’m about to pee in my pants. Out of sheer, utter terror.
My hands are shaking, my palms are sweating, my knees are wobbling, and I keep trying to swallow that weird object lodged in my throat but it just won’t budge.
Yeah, I’m a mess.
That just about sums it up. I am a mess.
What was I thinking? Rose would never go for a man like me! I should just forget about it. Go back, return the ring, and just let her continue living her perfect, happy life without me complicating it up.
Of course I shouldn’t. Rose loves me. She tells me so, all the time.
Jeez. Look at me. Talking to myself, in my head!
It really is a sad, sad day for a man when his own brain has to soothe him.
I swallowed nervously again, wiping my hands desperately on my jeans, but to no avail. Merlin, why does God even make sweat ducts on palms?!
Okay. Calm down. Scorpius. Calm. Down. You know what to do.
While I checked my watch every three seconds and anxiously bobbed my leg up and down as I waited for Rose, I replayed exactly what Teddy had told me earlier that day.
“Scorpius! Hey!” Teddy’s face broke into a smile as he opened the door. “How’s it going, man? Long time no see, huh?”
“Hey, Teddy. How is everyone? Is Victoire still coming along?” I grinned back at him.
Teddy ruffled his hair proudly. “Eight months now. We’re having a baby girl!” He beamed excitedly.
“And how’s –”
“SCOPIUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUS!” My legs were attacked as Teddy’s three-year old son slammed into me, squealing excitedly.
“Hey, Aiden!” I chuckled as I picked up the adorable kid and ruffled his hair. “How is my favorite big boy doing?”
He smiled wide, flashing his little teeth at me. “Aiden makes painting, Scopius! Aiden makes painting of mommy and daddy. Wanna see?”
“Sure.” I looked questioningly over at Teddy, but he shrugged and followed as Aiden tugged me into his bright blue room.
“See?” He pointed proudly at a mass of black on the canvas. “Mommy and daddy!”
“Um…” I looked at it, trying to see any semblance to Teddy or Victoire, but I saw nothing. “It’s…er…really nice, Aiden.”
“Tank you!” He beamed again. “See, look! Mommy and daddy were wrestling. Mommy was winning. Right there.” He pointed at a black blob on the canvas. I raised my eyebrows at Teddy, smirking, while Teddy turned bright red and tried to get his flapping mouth closed.
I burst into a fit of silent, irrepressible laughter. Aw, God. Too good.
“Aiden…where…how…? Um. Can I keep it?” Teddy asked weakly.
“YES!” Aiden grinned, pulled it off, and handed it to his dad, who took it gingerly, and when Aiden wasn’t looking, stuffed it into his pocket.
“Little sneak.” He muttered, while I laughed at him. He scowled at me.
“You let Victoire be on top?” I asked, still smirking and laughing.
“Shut up.” He grumbled. “Aiden, go find mommy.” He added to the little boy.
“Okay! Bye daddy! Bye Scopius!” He zoomed away.
“So, I’m assuming this isn’t just a visit for fun.” Teddy turned to me after I was doing pissing myself laughing.
I gulped. “Um, no. Not completely.”
“So? You finally get the balls to marry Rose?” He asked me, eyebrow raised. My jaw dropped open.
“How – how did you – who told you – ?”
Teddy shrugged and cut me off. “I just guessed. But that confirms it.”
I sighed. “Yeah. I’m going to ask her to marry me.”
“And let me guess: You don’t know how to pop the question.” He continued.
“No. I want it to be perfect for her, but I don’t know how to make it perfect.” I sighed, running a tired hand through my hair.
“Well, Al took Selena to a fancy restaurant.” Teddy suggested.
I shrugged. “Eh. That’s not Rose. Selena would like that, but somehow…I don’t think Rose would.”
“You do realize that if you do it now, your wedding and Al’s wedding will fall around the same time, right?” Teddy asked.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I talked to Al and Selena; they want to do the weddings together.”
“Hmm…” Teddy mused. “Not a bad idea, actually. Rose would like that, her and her two best friends all getting married on the same day.”
“That’s what we were thinking.” I grinned.
“I’m trying to remember…I feel like me and Rose have talked about this…” He scratched at his stubbly jaw. “Why can’t I remember?”
“Scorpius, hi!” I turned around to see a pregnant Victoire standing at the doorway and smiling at me.
“Hey, Victoire!” She walked forward and engulfed me in a hug. “How’s baby doing?” I asked, laying a gentle hand on her bulging stomach.
“She’s doing great.” Victoire beamed. “We’re thinking of names. I like Jasmine and Ted likes Norah. What about you?”
“I like Rosalie.” I said, after a moment of thinking. “I can picture her to be beautiful, just like you—” Victoire beamed “—and I think Rosalie’s a nice name.”
“I love it.” Victoire declared, after deliberating. “Rosalie it is.”
“I’m hoping she looks like Vicky.” Teddy came around and put his chin on her shoulder, laying his hands tenderly over her stomach. “Aiden looks a lot like me.”
“He got Vicky’s hair, though.” I pointed out, remembering the bright silver locks on little Aiden’s head. Teddy used to like joking that maybe Victoire did take up my offer to marry me and Aiden was secretly my child.
“So, Scorp, what brings you here?” Victoire asked.
“Advice on how to ask Rose to marry him.” Teddy supplied. “Do you know what she would like?”
Victoire thought a moment. “How about taking her to a fancy –”
“No, no.” Teddy flapped his hands at her to cut her off. “We already shot that idea down.”
“Oh.” Her face took on a puzzled look. “I don’t know, then. She’s never mentioned it to me before.”
“I feel like she has mentioned it to me.” Teddy said. “But I just can’t remember.” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair again.
“Do you think Al or Selena would know?” Victoire asked.
“No, I don’t think so. I feel like I know!” He rubbed his forehead. “I know I know. I just…can’t remember. I know, though.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Victoire rolled her eyes at me and mouthed ‘I bet he doesn’t know.’ I grinned.
“Got it!” Teddy snapped his fingers.
“Really, Teddy?” I asked Teddy. “You just snapped your fingers. Do you know how stupid that looks?”
“Yeah, Ted, no one does that anymore, honey. I don’t think anyone ever did.” Victoire said pityingly.
“Shut up.” He waved us off. “I just remembered. Do you want to hear or not?”
“Yeah, tell me.” I sighed after a moment of internal debate on whether or not I should make fun of Teddy some more.
“She wants to be proposed to in the rain.” He declared proudly.
There was a moment of silence. “In the rain.” Victoire repeated, like she was seriously doubting this.
“In the rain.” He confirmed, beaming.
“You know what? I can believe that.” I nodded slowly.
“Well, I can’t, but, hey! I’m not Rose.” Victoire shrugged. “Anyway, I’m starving, so good luck Scorp, let us know how it goes, okay?”
“Bye.” I smiled at her.
She kissed my cheek and tottered out of the room.
“Don’t eat all the chocolate ice cream!” Teddy hollered after her. “I want some too!”
“You snooze, you lose, buddy boy!” Was her loud response. This was followed by evil laughter and the sound of a refrigerator door opening.
“Okay. I’m gonna go and save my chocolate ice cream, so I’ll see you later, okay, Scorp? Good luck!” Teddy was already halfway out the door.
“Okay! Bye, thanks for your help!” I called aft er him.
“OI! WOMAN, DON’T YOU DARE STUFF YOUR FACE IN THAT ICE – VICTOIRE!”
“Okay, fine. Be like that. I’ll just lick it off, then.”
I laughed as I shook my head. I just hope that my and Rose’s marriage is as happy as Teddy and Victoire’s.
I jumped up and came face to face with Rose, who was grinning broadly at me. I grinned back, momentarily forgetting my worries as I looked at her deep ocean blue eyes, which were sparkling like sunlight on water. She had somehow become even more beautiful over the years, and now she was nearly blinding to look at, sort of like an angel. I couldn’t believe how I had managed to land such an amazing girl. Rose, quite frankly, is out of everyone’s league.
“Hey, Rosie.” I hugged and planted a light kiss on her lips. She stood on her tiptoes to make it last longer, and I smiled and slid my hands around her back.
You know what’s the most amazing feeling in the world?
Kissing Scorpius Malfoy.
Actually, you wouldn’t know, because Scorpius is mine. All mine.
HA! So suck on that, suckers. He’s mine.
It had been a long day over at St. Mungo’s, and I was dead tired as I made my way back to my flat. And then my day was suddenly better when I saw the person sitting outside, looking down at the floor.
“What are you doing here?” I asked joyfully once I finally pulled away.
“I missed you.” He brushed his lips over my cheek.
I giggled. “You just saw me yesterday.”
“I still missed you.” He caught my lips in another kiss and I found myself lost in the kiss, not thinking about anything else. His lips were soft and gentle as they moved over mine, and little fuzzies erupted in my stomach. Every time I kissed Scorpius, it felt like my first kiss –tender, sweet, and absolutely dizzying. It was crazy, what this guy did to me.
“EW! MOMMY, look! They’re kissing.”A shrill, loud voice said.
‘Kissing’ was said a tone that implied that we were committing some sort of a heinous crime.
I quickly pulled away from Scorpius and looked over to see that a little boy, one of my neighbors, was pointing accusingly at us, looking disgusted.
Oi! Bugger off, child! “Hi, Billy.” I instead said pleasantly. “Shouldn’t you be inside?”
“No kissing in public!” He screamed shrilly, still pointing at us.
“Right. We’ll just go inside then…bye, Billy.” I quickly pulled Scorpius inside and giggled breathlessly when he attacked my lips again.
“Mmm, Scorpius.” I protested when he started kissing my neck. “Scorpius, stop it. I have to get changed, I’m starving.”
He ignored me and kept kissing me. “Scorpius!” I pulled away. He growled, looking at me. “What?” He asked. “I was busy.”
I giggled again. “I’ve got to get changed. Wait out here.” I kissed him lightly on the lips and tripped to my room, aware of his eyes on my back.
After pulling on a light summer dress with large blue flowers printed on it, I made my way back to the living room and saw that Scorpius was staring out the window.
“What are you looking at?” I asked, and he turned around.
“It’s raining.” He stated.
I raised my eyebrows. “Brilliant observation, Scorpius.”
“It’s raining.” He repeated, looking significantly at me.
“Yes.” I said slowly. I’m starting to worry about his mental stability. “It is.”
He grinned suddenly and mischievously at me, and my heart nearly stopped beating. “Let’s go.”
“Uh, no. I’ll get all wet.” I said.
“And has that ever stopped you before?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow just like he had done so many years ago. Déjà vu swept through me, and I shrugged, grinning.
“Exactly. Now, come.” He grabbed my hand and led me outside.
“So, how was your day at work?” He asked as we walked down the hallway, and in hand.
I sighed. “So tiring. But, oh my god, the funniest thing happened today!” I started laughing, and barely managed to contain myself as I told him the story.
“So, I was taking a break with Dom and we saw this one man who was walking around like he bloody owned the place. And I turn around, and I told her ‘that man desperately needs to have that stick removed from his arse.’ Dom looked at him, too, and she burst out laughing. ‘I agree with you.’ She said. We finished the break, and went back, and…it’s so funny, the man walked up to the desk and told the lady, ‘I have a stick shoved up my arse.’ And me and Dom died laughing! The lady behind the desk started laughing, too, and then…we realized he was serious!”
Scorpius started laughing.
“So…so…we spent the whole day trying to remove the stick that was shoved like, six inches up this man’s arse. It was too funny.”
We laughed together for a bit as the elevator took us down. “What about you?” I asked, after we were done chuckling away.
He shrugged. “Auror training with Al. Today we practiced charms and hexes. It was fairly easy.”
“Sounds fun.” I lied.
“No it doesn’t.” He grinned at me, and I shrugged back, grinning as well. “You caught me.” I laughed.
“But Al keeps talking about the wedding. It’s like, we’ll be shooting hexes left and right, and dodging them like our lives depend on it, and he’ll he screaming about color themes.” He rolled his eyes, and I laughed.
“Al is Al.” We said in unison, like this explained every aspect of Al’s slightly creepy but extremely endearing personality.
“Come on, I know a really nice place.” Scorpius tugged me out of the front door and I was suddenly drenched.
“Scorpius!” I yelled. “It’s bloody pouring!”
“Just come with me!” He yelled back, obviously not caring at all about my dress. I sighed resignedly and walked next to him down the street. We got a lot of odd looks from passing people, who obviously believed that normal, sane people don’t go running around the streets during a downpour. Well, no one asked you! Mind your own business, people!
Jeez. Humans are so nosy nowadays.
Scorpius pulled me towards a forest, and after much stumbling, cursing, and slipping, we managed to make it to a clearing not unlike the one we had gone in many years ago.
“Wow.” I said, twirling slowly around. “This is exactly like—”
“—like the forest behind the summer home, I know. That’s why I picked it.” He smiled at me, and leaned down to kiss me again.
I was really starting to get into it when he pulled away. I opened my eyes and glared at him. “Get back here.”
He grinned. “Let’s dance.” He suggested instead.
I laughed. “Um. To what? The imaginary music in our heads?”
“Nope. I come prepared. Here you go.” He offered me an ipod earbud and I slipped it in my ear. Slow, sweet music started to play and we started swaying from side to side (sadly, that’s the best I can do, given the genes I received from my parents, who are both atrocious dancers). I sighed and leaned my head against his sopping wet shirt and he kissed my hair.
“This is relaxing.” I finally said, to break the silence.
“Hmm.” He agreed. The vibrations from his voice spread down his chest and into my body, and I giggled quietly. The song ended, but we stayed together, holding each other and swaying from side to side.
“Hey Rose.” He finally said quietly.
“I love you.”
I looked up and smiled at him, looking deep into his silver eyes. “I love you, too.” I kissed him softly on the mouth.
I need to say it now!
Gaah. I can’t do it. What if she says no and then throws the ring at my head and runs away screaming that she never wants to see me again?!
What if she doesn’t like the ring?! I knew I should have picked out that huge diamond, instead of this sapphire. What was I thinking? Yeah, it’s the same color as her eyes, but girls want diamonds. HUGE ones.
Instead, I got a small sapphire with two diamonds on either side on a thin silver band.
It’s too simple!
I’m just about ready to chicken out and forget about it at this point.
No. No. I have to do this. I am NOT a coward. I’m a Gryffindor, for God’s sake! MAN UP, SCORPIUS.
Okay. I can do this. I can do this.
…okay, let it out! I exhaled, gulping nervously.
“Scorpius?” Rose lifted her head off my chest and looked up at me again. “Are you okay? Merlin, your heart is going a million kilometers an hour!”
I laughed nervously, but it sounded like I was choking. “I’m fine.” I said in a voice entirely unlike my own.
SAY IT. NOW.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’re going to be sick.” She scrutinized me.
“No.” I took another deep, reassuring breath. “I’m fine.” This time I sounded like myself.
Another deep breath. “I have to tell you something, Rose.”
She looked at me again, cocking her head to the side. “Shoot.”
“Okay. Okay.” I took another breath, and then slid down on one knee, keeping my eyes on Rose, whose eyes filled with tears as she put her hands over her mouth.
HE’S PROPOSING TO ME!
Okay, okay. Take deep, calming breaths, Rose.
Deep. Calming. Breaths.
I got this. I got this.
In, out. In…out.
“Rose, I love you more than anything. You’re the world to me, and nothing else matters to me if you’re not in my life. The way you smile, the way you laugh, the way your eyes sparkle when you look at everything…it’s the most beautiful thing in my world. And I want to live the rest of my life seeing that every day. So Rose…will you marry me?”
Oh, my God. That was beautiful.
I’m babbling. I’m just babbling. I have no idea what I’m saying. I hope whatever it is comes out sounding at least partly coherent.
Or at least in English.
Ha. Trust me to speak, like, troll or something while proposing to Rose:
“Hey Rose, grunt, snort, gurgle. Snort. Grunt.”
Okay. Babbling over.
“So Rose…will you marry me?”
I really hope that was English.
I think it was. Okay. She’s got her hands over her mouth. Still.
Calm down. She’s taking her time. It’s okay. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s not bad. It’s fine.
Rose, say something. Anything.
Aw, Merlin. She hated it. She hated it.
She never wants to see me again. This is it. Bye-bye Rose and Scorpius. I’ll grow old and turn into an old, miserly single old person all by myself.
I won’t ever marry or have children. I won’t ever get to be an overprotective fath –wait.
Did she just…
“YES!” She said louder, letting out a sob-laugh.
Yes. Yes. YES!
SHE SAID YES!
“YES!” I shot up, grabbed her, and twirled her around. She threw her head back and laughed, hair flying, shooting droplets of water out.
She was still crying/laughing when I finally set her down. I kissed her tears away. “Don’t cry. I’m not that horrible, promise.” I joked.
She choked out another laugh. “I’m happy.” She stated simply.
“Me too.” I leaned my forehead against hers. We stayed like this for a while, but then she suddenly pulled away to look at me.
“Don’t a get a ring?” She asked, only half-joking.
“Oh, shit!” I slapped a hand to my forehead and took out the box.
“Scorpius, it’s beautiful.” I gasped as he slipped the ring onto my finger. It really was beautiful –just a sapphire nestled between two glistening diamonds on a thin silver band.
“It’s not too simple, is it?” He asked anxiously, taking my hand and looking at me.
“That’s what makes it so beautiful.” I replied, kissing him.
“The sapphire –it’s the same color as the ocean.” I said wonderingly, examining the ring after I was done kissing him.
“No.” He tilted my chin up and looked deep into my eyes. “It’s the same color as your eyes. Beautiful.”
I smiled. “I love you, Scorpius.”
“I love you, too, Rose. Forever.”
You know what? That sounds pretty good to me.
Eh? Neh? Meh? YEH!?
...Though I would appreciate if you could articulate just a bit more.