AN: So here it is – the first part of the end of it all. I hope you enjoy these first series of vignettes that follow Rose and Scorpius' life! Sorry this isn't the end-end. It was going to be too long otherwise. Like upwards of 15,000-20,000 words. That's not easy to do in a sitting.
Remember to R&R! Enjoy.
Sincerely, magical words
gorgeous image by BL/ind @ TDA
Chapter Twenty-six: End
The Epilogue Part I
Rose couldn't lie. Getting back together with Scorpius was difficult. They had a lot to talk about and a lot to get out into the open. Rose went as far to tell Scorpius that she wasn't opposed to therapy to mend the issues that had been created during their previous relationship. But Scorpius told her gently that it was something that the two of them needed to work out together. Rose was grateful to hear that Scorpius had faith that they could manage their obstacles on their own.
Not everyone was thrilled with the idea that they were giving it another go, either. Sure, Malena, Cecelia, and Al were over the moon, but they were a little biased. Malena always had an inkling that Rose still held a candle for Scorpius, even while she was dating Ben (which Malena had chalked up to denial on Rose's part). Cecelia just knew, being Rose's best friend for so long. And Al had always been for Rose and Scorpius, even after the whole miscarriage and the events that followed. Plus, he had found something to be off about Ben, not that he ever realised what this was (especially since Rose failed to mention to anyone but to Scorpius vaguely Ben's betrayal).
Astoria was really happy to hear that not only were they on good terms again, they were together
. Scorpius had come to the Manor the very same day after his accident and his reunion with Rose beyond ecstatic. It was extremely late, sometime in the early morning, but Astoria had been up, awaiting her son's discharge from St. Mungo's. The second he showed up, Astoria's eyes travelled to the healing gash on his head then to the smile that seemed to be permanently fixed upon his face. He pulled his mother into his arms and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Sweetheart, what –?" Astoria began, confused by his actions.
"I'm all healed and Rose and I are back together. Well, sort of."
His voice held excitement and hope. Astoria's heart had leapt in her chest, hearing those words. She knew how much her son loved Rose. Astoria's mind quickly travelled back to the day he returned from St. Mungo's after Rose had told him she never wanted to see him again. He was so vulnerable, so broken. It had broken her heart.
"Mum, you remember how you told me time heals all wounds after I took that first trip to visit Rose in St. Mungo's? I now know that you were absolutely right."
Astoria had held her son tightly at that, placing a gentle kiss on his temple. "I'm so glad, Scorpius."
And after that, Astoria was on cloud nine, anticipating their future together. She had always had an idea they would work things out so they would realise their love for each other. Now she was just looking forward to witness the natural progression of their relationship – whatever it may be.
Draco took this news as he had the first time – privately and quietly. Although he sometimes hated the idea of his son dating a Weasley and the possible prospect of having half-Weasley grandchildren, he knew how much Scorpius loved Rose, and she Scorpius. It reminded him a bit of Astoria and himself; they always seemed to fight, but always found a way to resolve the situation, all the while, their love growing. If they made it through a second go-round, Draco knew they'd be able to make it for all of time. Then and only then, he would finally start to get used to the idea of having a Weasley for a daughter-in-law and being related (by marriage) to the Weasleys.
Hermione wasn't too surprised to hear the news when her daughter told her. Without having to ask, Rose divulged the events leading up to and during the reunion. Hermione knew Rose was in love with Scorpius and that she always had been. It wasn't something she would just get over and forget about. It was something that would follow Rose for the rest of her life, regardless of whether or not she would act upon it. While she was hesitant about Rose and Scorpius, she knew it made Rose happy.
Ron took it the hardest. He couldn't understand how Rose could go back to him after all the heartache he had caused her. She was his baby girl and he was supposed to be her protector. She wasn't supposed to go back to the man who hurt her and caused her pain.
She tried to explain to him that the pain he caused her wasn't intentional, but all Ron could remember were the months she remained depressed, crying and never smiling. Rose tried to make him see all the happy times Scorpius had brought her and how he made her feel. She wanted her dad to understand that Scorpius was her best friend, her confidante, her sounding-board, and her voice of reason. He lifted her up when she was down and pushed her to be a better person. She told Ron that she loved Scorpius and he loved her. But what finally made him reconsider was when he compared Scorpius to him.
Rose told Ron that all her life, he had been the one she looked to for advice and support. He had been the one she knew would love her unconditionally. He held her hand when she needed him. But when she met Scorpius, she found that he also provided her with advice and support and unconditional love and a hand to hold. While he was not her dad, he loved her just as much. Scorpius would never replace him in her heart, but he instead had found a place very close to it.
It was at that point that Ron realised his little girl had truly grown up and that she would always hold a special place in her heart for him, no matter what.
And so, Rose and Scorpius tackled the necessary hurdles of their relationship. They won their families' and friends' approval. They managed to address their former issues of trust and got all the old feelings and resentment out in the open. Their love was more than evident to all around them.
Rose and Scorpius took it day by day, and every day turned out to be an adventure. But it was just the beginning of a very long and beautiful adventure.
Late July 2027
It wasn't strange that Rose had turned Scorpius down yet again
to move into his flat. They had been dating for eight months, but she didn't want that. She couldn't.
They hadn't slept together. Scorpius figured Rose would let him know when she wanted to, especially considering their past experiences with sex. It was always a touchy subject with her and whenever things got a little too…heated
, she pulled away. She wasn't always opposed to heavy petting, but sometimes even that got to be too much. And clearly, if they moved in together, sex was going to be a factor.
And then one day, that changed. Slightly.
Rose wasn't one to stay the entire night at Scorpius' since their relationship situation didn't include sex; there wasn't the expectation to stay the whole night. Whenever Rose stayed late at Scorpius', it was to talk, snog a bit or watch a film in his living room, straying far from his bedroom and specifically his bed. She would occasionally stay until one or two in the morning, but she would always end up returning to her own flat to sleep.
Scorpius never pressured her to spend the night, realising there was no way to make Rose Aurora Weasley do something she didn't want to. So on a particular Friday night when Rose had requested to stay in, rather than go clubbing with Al and Cecelia, Malena and Derek, and a few other friends, Scorpius obliged her.
On their night in, they watched an old film that was originally a book. It was entitled The Princess Bride
and it was a beautiful love story. Although it was a fairytale, it included pirates and swordfights and R.O.U. to appeal to those who weren't interested in the magic of true love.
"That was an outstanding film, Rosie! How did you ever hear of it?" Scorpius asked, pulling his girlfriend closer to him.
"My mother used to read the novel to me when I was little. It's even better than the film, if you can believe it," she told him, curling up in his arms.
Placing a gentle kiss on his girlfriend's forehead, they settled into a comfortable silence. It was by no means very late – barely eleven p.m. – but Rose was moments from falling asleep.
"Love, you should go back to your flat. You're about ready to fall asleep," Scorpius suggested.
In response, she only snuggled further into Scorpius' embrace.
"Rose, sweetheart, stay awake so you can Floo home."
Brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear, Scorpius managed to stir Rose from her almost-sleep.
Nearly whispering, she asked, "Would you mind if I just stayed the night?"
Caught unawares, Scorpius didn't answer immediately.
"You know you're always more than welcome to stay any night you like," Scorpius told her softly.
Silently, Rose nodded against Scorpius' chest.
Making no indication that she was about to move and make her way into Scorpius' bed, Scorpius scooped up a sleepy Rose into his arms and ventured to his bedroom.
He laid her down gently where she instantly curled up into a ball on her side. She gave her boyfriend a lazy smile before stretching out.
Still entirely dressed in a Weasley jumper and jeans, Rose hated sleeping in her day-clothes and she was not making any move to change out of them either.
"Rosie, I know you can't sleep in your clothes. I can get you some pyjamas, but you're going to have to get up and put them on."
Scorpius went to his dressers and pulled out the smallest pair of pyjama trousers he could find and a plain t-shirt. Rose was still lying on his bed, stretched out and grinning at him lazily.
Scorpius smiled back at her, his arms outstretched with his clothes.
Lethargically, Rose got up, pulling her jumper over her head, revealing only a thin tank-top. She then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and stepped out of them, leaving them in puddle on Scorpius' floor. Taking the trousers and shirt from Scorpius, she put them on and settled back in bed.
She was drowning in his trousers and the t-shirt was at least two sizes too large for her. She looked kind of ridiculous, but adorable at the same time.
Rose curled back up, this time under the covers, pulling back the covers on the other side and patting the bed, signaling Scorpius to join her.
He took off his own jeans, jumper and t-shirt, leaving him in his boxers. He slipped in beside her, lying on his back.
Without any such prompting, Rose scooted close to him, curled close to his body.
Faintly, Scorpius could smell Rose's shampoo and he gently breathed it in. He could easily get used to this.
Scorpius laid there, waiting for sleep to take him, but it wouldn't come. Instead, he turned his attention to his sleeping girlfriend. (Sleep had taken no time to claim her.)
It was this moment, Rose's head resting peacefully on his chest, her body tight against his own, that Scorpius realised how much Rose loved him. It wasn't the fact that she hadn't had sex with him that proved she did or didn't love him, but that she wanted to sleep – actually sleep – in the same bed that proved to him that she did
love him. And she had no need to say so.
Pressing a gentle kiss on the top of her head, he whispered a whole-hearted 'I love you.' Rose pulled him even closer, unconsciously telling him she loved him too.
That next morning, Rose awoke from the best sleep she had had in a long time.
While still half-asleep, she had expected to see the lavender walls of her bedroom and the heavy cream-coloured curtains that covered her windows. Instead of the sun peeking behind her curtains, it was pitch black. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness and realised that she was, in fact, not in her own bed.
The sheets were a dark colour, possibly navy or black. The walls were also a dark, indiscernible colour.
She then realised she wasn't in this unfamiliar bed alone.
There was actually an arm loosely thrown over her waist, a hand resting upon her hip. Warm air was coming in short, paced bursts on her neck and Rose could feel the body's every breath in their chest against her back.
Carefully, she removed the arm from her side and timidly slipped out of the bed. But before she could actually get out of the bed, a hand grasped her wrist.
Rose let out an alarmed squeak and whipped around to face the body she had been sleeping beside.
"Come back to bed Rosie," the voice said, pulling her back into bed.
The pull was a little more forceful than either of them expected and because of this, Rose landed atop this person.
"Argh, well that's one way to wake up," the voice said. Then it started to laugh.
"Why are you laughing?" Rose asked, as she pushed herself away.
"Rosie, it's not even four in the morning yet. We've at least three more hours of sleep."
"Who are you?"
"Love, it's early. We should be still sleeping. You aren't being funny. Just close your eyes and get some more sleep."
"Not until you tell me who you are and where I am," Rose demanded.
"I'm Scorpius, your boyfriend, and you're in my bed in my flat."
Rose felt a little foolish and could feel her cheeks heat up. Of course this would happen this first time she slept over; she would wake up forgetting where she was entirely.
"Mmhmm. Now sleep."
Scorpius drew her toward him in his half-sleep so she fit in his arms; her head leaning against his chest, her arms tucked in close, and legs tangled all together.
Her eyes closed and she giggled, still a little delirious as tiredness began to sink in.
Rose leaned back and gave her boyfriend a kiss. "I love you."
Scorpius smiled, his eyes shut tight. "And I love you."
They didn't wake up until eleven in the morning and it was, by far, one of the best nights of sleep either of them had had in ages.
She was off. For three whole days, Rose did not have to show up at St. Mungo's. She promptly returned home and packed an overnight bag with a bunch of clothes – not that she expected to be wearing them at all. She was heading to her boyfriend's flat where she planned to spend hours and hours with him making love and occasionally eating.
Throwing her robes in her laundry bin, she hastily took a shower. Rose then donned the lingerie she had gotten while shopping with Malena. What a surprise Scorpius would have finding Rose in his bed, just waiting for him.
Rose hardly lived in her flat, instead preferring to crawl into Scorpius' bed after a particularly long shift rather than her own empty one. In fact, Rose hardly lived in her flat any more. Her fridge wasn't stocked, her toothbrush and all her beauty products were at Scorpius', there was most likely a layer of dust on her furniture, and her sole plant was dead. The only place that remotely looked like she lived there was her closet. It was full of clothes and shoes and was in various states of disorganization. But that didn't mean she didn't have clothes at Scorpius', either. She did.
Why she didn't just move in with Scorpius, no one could answer, least of all her. But that was mostly because it was never addressed. It didn't mean that neither of them thought about from time to time.
This was a time that Rose needed to take advantage of, knowing that Scorpius wasn't on call for the next few days either.
Since Rose had recently been working relentless hours, she hardly had any time to sleep or eat, let alone have time for sex, and Rose was sorely missing Scorpius. No doubt, he was too. He was fully aware of her commitment to her job, and he loved the fact how dedicated and enthused she was about Healing. He also knew that their schedules were often opposites – he would be working when she had off and she would be at St. Mungo's when he was available.
So late that afternoon when Scorpius Flooed home, he was ready to just change out of his robes and into some track suit bottoms before catching up on professional Quidditch. That idea quickly changed once he saw what – or rather who – was awaiting him.
Scorpius Flooed into his kitchen and dusted himself off. Setting down his briefcase, full of paperwork he was going to push aside until Monday, his only week day off of the month, he slipped out of his shoes and headed for the bedroom.
The image that he saw was a sight to behold.
Rose was lying atop his bed wearing red lingerie that left little to the imagination.
"Hello Scorpius, sweetheart."
"Well this is a pleasant surprise," Scorpius said, his eyes wide and his blood starting to pound in his veins.
"I thought you would think so," Rose replied, smiling seductively as she got up from the bed and sauntered over to her boyfriend.
"If this is what I think it is, it is going to be a much more exciting night than I had expected."
"How about a more exciting weekend?" Rose wondered as she began assisting Scorpius with removing his robes.
"That sounds brilliant," he whispered before capturing his girlfriend's lips.
It had been what felt like ages since the last time he had properly snogged his girlfriend. Sure, he kissed her every time she headed to St. Mungo's, and he recalled that she tasted like raspberries with a hint of mint, but tasting it was another sensation.
Rose's tongue delicately traced his upper lip before she took his bottom lip between her teeth. For reasons he couldn't determine, that action always sent shivers up his spine and caused him to erupt in goose bumps.
As Scorpius opened his mouth to let Rose's tongue slip in, he felt her unbuckling his belt and quickly noticed the tightness in his trousers. It never ceased to amaze Scorpius how well Rose could multitask. While her lips worked magic, her hands freed him of his trousers and of any thoughts but her.
Reluctantly pulling his lips away as Rose began to unbutton his shirt, he whispered, "You are bloody amazing."
Earning a chuckle in response, Scorpius soon found himself as naked as he was the day he was born.
Rose's fingers and lips ghosted over all parts of him, feeling all the contours of his muscles and the sharp edges of his frame. Scorpius' hands found themselves on a hip and entangled in hair as his lips sought Rose's.
Although it wasn't much work, Rose was, in next to no time, divested of her lingerie. The couple retired to the bed.
A few hours later, Rose was drawing lazy circles on Scorpius' chest, half covered by the bed sheet. Caught snuggly between Scorpius' arm and body, Rose couldn't have been happier; especially after such a wonderful welcoming home that she organized. It had gone just as she had hoped.
"Love, thank you for the brilliant homecoming. It was much needed after days without you."
He placed a gentle kiss on her lips, pulling her closer and pressing another kiss to her temple.
They laid in silence, just enjoying each other's company.
Then, a huge rumble erupted from Rose's stomach.
Scorpius let out a huge laugh while Rose stifled a giggle.
"Sounds like someone's hungry," he sing-songed, his fingers dancing on her belly.
"Famished," Rose answered promptly. "We had quite a workout."
Rose kissed his shoulder before slipping out of the bed.
She sashayed toward the bedroom door, stopping in the doorframe as Scorpius called to her.
Looking back at her boyfriend briefly, she smiled. "No clothes."
Scorpius sat up to watch his girlfriend amble into the kitchen.
He loved when they had time off.
Approximately 60 hours and many, many explorations throughout the flat later, Rose and Scorpius were rudely awakened by Patronus.
"Rose, I hope you enjoyed your dirty weekend of rampant sex with Scorpius. Now it's time to come back the real world," the owl Patronus spoke. "Your shift starts in an hour."
The Patronus disappeared, making Rose groan.
Slinking back under the sheets, Rose buried her head in Scorpius' chest.
"Damn you Lena," Rose murmured.
Scorpius chuckled and she felt every vibration through his torso.
When Rose made no motion to get up, Scorpius kindly reminded her of something.
"Love, your shift starts in an hour. Meaning, you have roughly forty-five minutes to waste."
Smiling against his body, Rose giggled. "Well, if you put it that way…"
Rose's fingers crawled up Scorpius' chest and neck, tickling his jaw line. Her fingertips ran over his lips and he kissed each one before placing a kiss in her palm.
"I love you."
"I love you," Rose replied, her lips following the trail her fingers had just made.
Abruptly, Rose sat up and straddled her boyfriend, continuing on her path.
Rose's lips found their way to the spot just beneath his earlobe that drove him crazy when Scorpius interrupted her.
"What do you say to us moving in together?"
"What?" Rose responded sharply, shooting straight up, her former mission aborted. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to say it like that."
Scorpius sat up, resting on his elbows and his eyes scanning over her body. "It's alright. I did catch you off guard."
Self-consciously, Rose tucked her hair behind her ears. "So…"
Scorpius smiled up at her before asking her, a little less abruptly, "Would you like to move in together? I mean your flat or my flat; it doesn't really matter to me."
Rose was speechless. Her mouth kind of hung open and her eyes were wide. But she wasn't flabbergasted for long.
"Yes! Yes I'd like to move in together. I'd like that very much!"
Rose then proceeded to throw herself on Scorpius, pushing him back into the bed and kissing him fiercely.
"Yes yes yes yes!" she cried happily between kisses.
Her actions, while enthusiastic, were erratic and Scorpius needed her to gain some control. Firmly grasping her hips, he looked deeply into her eyes.
"We can figure it all out after your shift ends tonight, sound good?"
Rose, finally still, nodded, a giddy smile glued to her face.
"In the meantime before you head to work, let's celebrate."
"Sounds absolutely wonderful," Rose murmured sinking back to the bed.
Today was going to be a good day.
December 2037, Christmas Day
"Scorpius, love, why aren't you dressed yet? We have to be at the Burrow in ten minutes," Rose asked of her boyfriend as she stepped into her red suede pumps.
"I got distracted by my girlfriend's lovely figure and just couldn't help but imagine what I would rather be doing this Christmas than go to a family Christmas dinner."
Rose tried very hard to suppress the grin that was creeping onto her lips. She finally gave up, placing both hands on her hips. While she knew that he was praising her and that she whole-heartedly agreed with him about other things he'd rather be doing, she also knew Nana Molly and her mother would go ballistic if they didn't show.
"We'll have plenty of time after dinner for that, love. Not to worry. Now please change into your suit. And wear that Christmas tie!"
Obediently, Scorpius got dressed and looked to Rose's liking.
They Flooed to the Burrow arriving after Lily and Atticus, who were still going strong after six years and no engagement ring. After being passed around from relative to relative, Nana Molly announced dinner.
Every Weasley and Potter and date/fiancé/etcetera crammed into the magically enlarged dining room. There had to be, easily, fifty people. And that wasn't including the guests who were coming at five for dessert. That was an additional ten to twenty non-blood related "family" members.
It was hectic and Rose loved every moment of it. Although it took a lot of poking a prodding on Rose's part, Scorpius also had to admit he loved every moment of it. He loved getting to be a part of this huge, loving and caring family.
In no time at all, food began to get passed around and stories were traded across the table. It never ceased to amaze him how, even well into her seventies, Molly Weasley could prepare a holiday meal – or any meal for that matter – for dozens upon dozens of people. And every bite was delicious.
As soon as the dinner began, it ended and the customary family announcements commenced. Charlie said he finally retired from the Reserve and was moving back to England as soon as possible, much to the happiness of his mother. (He was fifty-five after all.) James and his fiancée, Anna, had decided they would get married on June 19 of the following year (everything but the date had been previously determined). Louis and Candace, his girlfriend and mother of his two sons, decided they would go to the Ministry and get married on December 30. Teddy and Victoire announced that in June, they would be welcoming a third Lupin into the family.
While all these announcements were beyond thrilling, it was the last one that proved to be the most exciting and unexpected.
Lily stood up as Nana Molly moved to start clearing the table. "Nana, before you start, I have one last announcement to make. Atticus and I have finally gotten engaged."
Whooping and hollering exploded at that, but Lily would not have a moment of it. She smiled at Atticus as he, too, got up.
"Now, while I did propose to Lily, just yesterday in fact, that doesn't mean we're getting married just yet," Atticus explained.
"We are going to have an indeterminately long engagement." Lily smiled widely, beaming as any engaged woman would.
"That's the only way she would say yes," Atticus laughed, only half joking.
Rose turned to Scorpius. "That most definitely is the only way they would get engaged. But regardless if they ever get married, they are going to last."
"Of course they are. We saw them in the early stages, first hand. If they've lasted this long, there is no force in the entire universe to tear them apart.
"Kind of like us."
Rose beamed. "Yeah, kind of like us."
Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to Scorpius'. "I love you."
"And I love you."
"What do you say to skipping dessert this Christmas?"
"As long I'm with you, I would skip the entire celebration. Especially when you are wearing that little black number and those heels."
The commotion all around let them sneak on home unnoticed. It wasn't until Hermione wished to give her daughter and her boyfriend their Christmas present that anyone realised.
"Where are Rose and Scorpius?" Hermione asked of Albus and Cecelia.
"I haven't seen either of them for a while. At least not since the announcements," Cecelia told her best friend's mother.
"I'm going to hazard a guess and say that they've slipped back home to open some presents of their own."
"Albus!" Cecelia cried, whacking him on the arm. Hermione looked put out and slightly scandalised.
"Ow! What did I say?" he wondered, nursing his wounded arm.
"I thought we were going to go out tonight, love?"
Rose groaned. "I'm just too tired. I just had a thirty-six hour shift, with random, ineffective naps throughout. I just want to crawl into bed and sleep for hours."
To help make her point, she practically collapsed onto their couch, straining to take her trainers and trousers off. (Once they had moved in together, seven months before, Rose had taken to walking about their flat in her knickers. Not that Scorpius truly minded.)
"But we've planned this night out for ages. We even booked a reservation at that really swanky restaurant in Bristol. Remember? This was the earliest date we could get, and that was four months ago."
"Scorpius, sweetheart, I can't even fathom Apparating to Bristol right now, trouser-less, no less, let alone shower, dress in something proper for a night out, and stay awake long enough to order drinks. What about tomorrow night? I have the next three days off, but tonight I really need to sleep."
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Scorpius couldn't help but wish Rose wasn't a Healer who had crazy hours. He knew she loved her job, but he just wanted to be able to go out with his girlfriend any night he liked without having to worry if she'd be up to it.
"Rosie, this restaurant is probably booked into the next year already."
"Baby," Rose called to Scorpius. "Come here."
Reluctantly, he obeyed, taking a seat on the only part of the couch she wasn't occupying.
Gently laying her head in his lap, she sighed. "I know how much you'd like to take me to this nice restaurant, but I don't know if I would be able to enjoy it to the extent you would want me to. I'd be an awful date tonight; an ogre. It wouldn't be fair."
She grasped his hand and brought it to her lips, giving it a brief kiss before placing in, palm down, on her cheek.
"I would want you to enjoy it as well and you simply wouldn't this way."
Everything she said was right. He knew
she was right, but this night, this
night was going to be the night of all nights. Or it was supposed to be.
"Alright, love. I'll cancel."
Rose hummed contently as Scorpius began to run his fingers through her hair.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped into his head. It could still be the night of all nights, fancy restaurant or no. And he knew exactly what to do.
"Rosie," he said. "Rosie."
She didn't answer so he looked down.
There, curled up in his lap, was Rose Weasley, all tuckered out, sound asleep.
Scorpius chuckled to himself. Of course she would fall asleep as he was telling her something.
Slowly, he got up, careful not to wake her.
She looked so peaceful sleeping. It was a sight to behold.
He placed a kiss on her forehead before quietly going to their kitchen.
When she awoke – which wouldn't be for a few solid hours – a beautiful meal would be waiting for her.
After calling in a few favours from family and friends, Scorpius got to work.
Rose indeed woke up to a beautiful meal waiting for her.
The smell had caught her and pulled her from her slumber. She awoke, stretching and humming contently at the savory aroma wafting through the flat.
Opening her eyes, she noticed it was pitch black outside and that the lights in their flat were stuck on a dim setting. She rubbed her eyes, attempting to wipe away all traces of sleep. She pushed herself off the couch and made her way into the flat's humble dining room that adjoined the kitchen and living room.
"Baby?" she called timidly. "Scorpius, sweetheart, where are you?"
Her question was answered the moment she stepped into the small, intimate dining room.
There, sitting at a well-set table – candlesticks, silver
silverware, china dishes, and crystal champagne flutes (all most likely on loan from her boyfriend's mother) – was her boyfriend.
"Hello sleeping beauty," he said smiling and getting up from his seat to properly greet his girlfriend.
Rose noticed as he bent to give her a kiss that he was dressed up, wearing the Muggle suit she had insisted he buy.
"What are you all dressed up for?" she asked as she tugged playfully at his suit jacket's lapels.
"Well, I realised as you were falling asleep that just because we weren't going to go out to a restaurant, it doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves in the comfort of our own home. So, I made a nice dinner and decided to dress up just for you."
Smiling, Rose pulled Scorpius closer by his suit lapels. "That is just too sweet. Thank you."
Taking Scorpius' face in her hands and drew his lips to hers.
Not even bothering to move away, Rose whispered against his mouth, "It's a shame I'm not as sharply dressed as you are."
"Oh, but I think you look absolutely beautiful just as you are."
Scorpius pressed another kiss to her lips before guiding her to her seat.
Rose was simply glowing and Scorpius couldn't take his eyes off of her.
"To be perfectly honest, I feel a little foolish, sitting at this well-set table in my knickers and a tee-shirt while you are in your suit," she confided in him as a gentle blush graced her cheeks.
"You shouldn't. And you can't even tell that you aren't wearing trousers when you're sitting down."
"Well I suppose that's a good thing," she replied softly. "So you really went through all the trouble of making dinner for us while I slept? You are amazing."
"Like I said, just because we couldn't go out doesn't mean we can't have a nice dinner. Plus, I made your favorites."
"Scorpius, love, I have no idea how I managed to end up with the most amazing boyfriend in the world. I am so lucky."
Scorpius smiled as he waved his wand, their meals swooping in and arranging them beautifully on the china.
Their plates were soon filled and their glasses poured.
"Before we begin, let's make a toast," Scorpius suggested, lifting his champagne flute.
"Champagne too, love? You are just too good," Rose praised, mirroring him. "What are we toasting?"
"You know, I'm not really certain," he laughed.
"How about we toast to us?"
"Sounds perfect. A toast: to us."
"May we always be as happy and in love as we are right now."
Scorpius nearly choked at Rose's words. Did she know? How could she know? He calmed himself down quickly, telling himself he was merely overreacting and jumping to conclusions. Of course Rose had no idea how very appropriate those words were at the moment.
Rose hardly noticed Scorpius' minor panic attack as she began to eat the meal before her.
"Mmmm. Scorpius, this is delicious. You have outdone yourself!"
Scorpius thanked her before she rattled off all the crazy things that happened at St. Mungo's that day between bites.
An hour or so later, both Rose and Scorpius were full and beyond content. Scorpius was dying with anticipation and nervousness as the moment came closer and closer.
Scorpius looked away from his girlfriend for a moment, unconsciously making sure the box was in his trouser pocket. He glanced up again, witnessing Rose wipe her mouth with her napkin, sighing satisfactorily. She then stood up and picked up a few dishes to take into the kitchen.
"Don't you dare begin to take the dishes to the kitchen to wash them," Scorpius told her roughly, yet playfully, and he strode across the room to take them from her hands.
"But you did all this for me. The least I can do is clean up," Rose offered, unaware of what exactly was about to transpire.
"The least you can do is stop wanting to do anything and listen to me," he uttered softly, a smile tugging on his lips, taking the china from her hands and setting it back on the table.
Then, he got down on one knee and took the box out of his pocket.
He opened it quickly, revealing a cushion cut diamond on a white-gold band.
Rose gasped, finding herself at a complete loss for words.
"Rose Aurora Weasley, I want to wake up every day with your beautiful face as the first thing I see. I want to be the one you argue with for the rest our lives when I forget to do the dishes or forget to pick up the dry-cleaning you insist we do. I want to forever kiss your lips and hold you in my arms. I want to hear about your bad and good days at St. Mungo's whenever you want to tell me. I want to spend every holiday with you and your crazy, wonderful family, even though I sometimes get the feeling your dad still hates me. I want to spend the rest of my days on earth here with you and eternity with you, wherever we end up.
"I want to do all these things and more because I love you more than I could possibly put into words. Rose Weasley, will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?"
"Oh, Merlin's grey y-fronts, you are proposing to me all dressed up while I am wearing a tee shirt and my knickers," Rose muttered, disbelieving.
"Don't make me ask again," Scorpius half-threatened, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly.
Rose didn't say anything for a while and Scorpius was not going to ask a second time. But then, a slow smile bloomed on her face.
"Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, what else could I possibly say besides 'yes?'"
Scorpius jumped up and engulfed his girlfriend – no, fiancée – in his arms, his lips capturing hers.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and ran her fingers in his hair.
"I love you," she whispered against his lips.
"Good. Because I love you too."
AN: And cue end of part I! I hope you enjoyed it. Imagine what's in store after this! :)
R & R lovelies!