Chapter 13: The First Hours Of Married Life
Well that's it, we're married. Although it was a bit of a laugh when it came to taking our vows and I found out that Scorpius' middle name was Hyperion. I'm not even joking. We had to stop because I was giggling so much.
Speech time. Charlie went first.
"When I first met Emily and Scorpius, they weren't together. Emily and I actually went on a date. But then Scorpius made his move. Well, no one's a match for him, am I right?" This earned a laugh from the Hogwarts students present.
"So, er, yeah. Then they got back together, and it was incredible to watch. How much they love and care about each other, well I've never seen that in anyone else. They deserve each other."
Scorpius next. Oh God, it's going to be some soppy shit.
"I first saw Emily in my first Quidditch game against Ravenclaw in our third year. I missed the snitch because I was too busy watching her score. I thought she was beautiful. Too beautiful for me." I didn't know that he'd even noticed me then.
"I kept seeing her around but never had the courage to speak to her. Then, in sixth year, we were finally taking some of the same classes. I asked her out. She said yes. I was a prick. She dumped me, quite rightly. We went our separate ways for two months. It's a really narrow way of thinking, that just because someone is muggle-born, that makes them any less amazing. She showed me that."
He took my hand. "I realised that I love her, and I had to change. She deserves so much better than me, and I've already given her everything I have. But she chose me anyway, so every day I realise that I'm the luckiest guy in the world." He paused to wipe the tears from my eyes. "Seven months ago, when I asked her to marry me, she made me the happiest I've ever been. Today she's done it again. Twice." I was full on bawling by this point. He pulled me up and kissed me. Everyone was clapping and cheering.
"I didn't mean to make you cry," he whispered in my ear.
"You're a soppy twat," I said in between sobs, and he laughed.
“Um, yeah, hi,” he fumbled, pushing his glasses up his nose. “I'm not much of a speaker. I'm sure Scorp only asked me to make one because he's a prick.”
There was a wave of laughter and suddenly Albus looked much more comfortable. “So yeah, anyway. Potters and Weasleys being friends with Malfoys, what's up with that? Well, to be honest, it probably wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for Emily. Or for Quidditch either, but I can't thank a sport in person.”
“It's usually Hufflepuffs being too nice that bring houses like Gryffindor and Slytherin together. We're quite similar, really. We're both ego driven houses, I think that's why we've always hated each other. But Rose and I never really even spoke to Scorp, to be honest. Then Lily decided she admired the only other female Quidditch captain before she'd even seen her team play and that was it, Em was going to be her friend. And where Em goes, Scorp follows...”
I'd honestly always thought that Lily had invited me to that post match party eight months ago because of Scorp. It was a revelation to me to hear it was actually the other way around.
“Anyway, I'm glad she decided that. Without Em, I wouldn't have a best mate that isn't technically family, and that's pretty pathetic.” Albus grinned. “Sorry Rosie.”
“You're an arse!” she called back, slurring from her wine.
“Thanks Em,” he raised his glass to me, and then pointed at Scorp. “He's rubbish without you.”
The wedding was finally over, with a few laughs and lots of tears. My favourite part was cutting the cake and feeding it to Scorpius. Not so much feeding, as smushing it all over his face and then throwing it at him.
We finally apparated off to the new house. He did the whole traditional thing of picking me up before walking through the door.
It's a lovely house. Well, more like a cottage really. Simple, but homely. We love it.
Scorp disappeared upstairs to run a bath. He's still got to get me out of this dress. That should be interesting, I don't even remember how I got into it. The moments leading up to the wedding are a complete blur. It seems odd that I was panicking so much, when really, nothing fundamental has changed.
We sat in the bath for ages, just relaxing, watching the bubbles bounce around. Oh, and Scorpius was giving me a back rub. I honestly could have fallen asleep right there and then, but he started whispering dirty stuff in my ear, so I spun round and we had sex. Unprotected again. We really need to stop doing that.
We were supposed to be having a rest before we carried on. At some point we'd made it to the bed. He rolled over, usually a sign he's ready to go again. He kissed me slowly. We had nowhere to be in the morning. He was taking advantage of that.
He really is a sensational lover. I remembered back to the first time we had ever had sex, the night before we broke up in sixth year. Everyone else was at dinner, and we were in a broom cupboard somewhere.
"Oi," he said to me, trying to bring me back to the present. "I'm trying to have sex with you here."
"Sorry," I said, "I was just thinking about our first time."
He cringed a bit thinking about it. Either that or he was thinking of the next day when I'd given him what for and full on slapped him around the face.
"What is it?" I asked him.
"I'm just thinking about how I really don't deserve you."
"You didn't deserve me," I said, and watched his face fall about twenty feet. "I think you've proved that you do now." His face lit up like a firework display. "I'm not worth that much you know." I said to him severely.
"You are to me," he said, and continued giving me soft kisses all over my body, while gently and tenderly making love to me.
Scorpius fell straight to sleep afterwards, snoring gently, a sign that he's exhausted. The rising sun was streaming through a gap in the curtain and highlighting the features of his face. I snuggled in to the warmth of his body, and his arm subconsciously curled around me, and I went to sleep there.
The sunlight woke me up when it was higher in the sky. Scorpius was sitting up, watching me and gently stroking my hair.
"Morning," he said.
"I think you mean afternoon," I sat up and yawned.
"I thought you might wake up soon, so the house elf is getting breakfast ready," he smiled at me.
"We have a house elf?"
"We have a paid house elf."
"Your family are stupidly rich."
He put his arms around me and kissed me. "You're my family now."
"Me, and a potential baby."
He grinned. "If you weren't pregnant before I think you will be after last night."
I hit him with my pillow. "It doesn't quite work that way," I said.
He looked at me seriously for a moment. "How do you honestly feel about it?"
I chewed my lip. "Scared," I admitted.
The house elf came in then with breakfast. Croissants with melted butter inside. Good, I had a craving for pastry.
"I'm scared too," Scorpius said suddenly. "But I'm less scared when I'm with you. We can do anything together."
Cheesy. He always comes out with the soppiest shit. But it was part of the reason I loved him.