Scorpius and Rose deal with their greatest challenge yet: teen pregnancy. See how their attempts to hide said pregnancy will go when they are in the most rumour centric school in the world as well as being Head Boy and Girl. Sequel to Scorpius Malfoy and the Gingerbread House as well as Scorpius Malfoy and the Wand of the Tomb.
Scorpius and Rose Weasley knew they were meant for each other. Everyone in Slytherin did. !Cursed Child never happened! AU
Of all the people in the world, it just had to be Rose Weasley. The universe couldn't do him a solid and have someone else be on call tonight, no. He didn't even ask for it to be a great hair day, all he wanted was to not be the half-drugged, slurring wanker with the bleeding hand and the missing finger - was that too much to ask? Clearly. [Christmas One-Shot]
Even the jolliest of fellas had to agree: there was a limit. And the limit was playing, nay, blasting, the same freaking Christmas playlist all day long. On repeat. While tunelessly singing along. While living in a building where other people with ears happened to live. This needed to stop. He was a Man With A Mission. [Christmas one-shot]
'Scorpius was shaking. He was seeing fucking stars and could barley hear Albus telling him to calm down over the pounding in his head. Never before had he felt this kind of anger and it was looking as if The Boy Who Lived was about to be no more because Scorpius was going to kill him.'
Pas le moins farouche, mais de nature réservée et silencieuse, Rose s'était très tôt habituée aux coulisses. De là, elle pouvait aisément observer le fabuleux monde qui l'entourait sans risque de voir les projecteurs braqués sur elle. Jusqu'au jour où Scorpius Malefoy, furieux qu'elle les ai braqués sur lui, décide de la faire monter sur scène.
Two sides of the same coin live in adjacent offices at the Daily Prophet: Good News and Bad News. Rose Weasley is all joy and repressive outbursts of anger, and Scorpius Malfoy stews in his cynicism and hides behind a smirk. When a Magical Storm ravages London, the two are yeeted into a forced cohabitation that works far, far better than either of them would have predicted.
Rose is dating Scorpius. Ron is distressed. Hermione is amused.
Rose Weasley fait de l'anxiété sociale. Ça lui bouffe la vie, alors elle fait semblant. Scorpius Malfoy sourit et essaie d'oublier qu'il n'est pas le parfait héritier dont la famille Malfoy a besoin, alors il invente des défis stupides. Mais surtout, Rose aime les mots étranges, compliqués, précis, et Scorpius, lui, plus que tout, il aime les retenir et l'entendre les prononcer….
Rose wants to prove her worth herself not by her parents' reputation she hates it, But, with this all challenges come her way and she has to overcome them, loose people, maybe? A dark enemy returns and wants to bring The one who should be named to be back but how? read to find out.
Scorpius Malfoy keeps himself to himself, and avoids conflict at all costs. When he's confronted by a sore loser, he's rescued by the most unlikely of saviours during a fifth year scuffle that will come to be known only as The Incident. - Scorpius/Rose oneshot; non-CC compliant.
Il a peur. Elle s'en amuse. Il n'y a qu'elle pour l'entrainer dans cette situation.
In which Rose and Scorpius grow up and grow together. A short story of love over the course of seven years.
"I know that my mum means well," Rose started as she sat back now next to him. "But I just wish she'd really listen to me. She can just be so stubborn sometimes!"
'And that's when it happened. Just thinking about all of it, the hitting and the screaming and the wands being drawn so quickly made Scorpius's blood boil. . . he thought of Rose and how terrified she'd looked. She was probably furious with him. It was almost enough to make him feel guilty, not quite though.'
Jets of red light grazed her body as they whizzed past her, she could hear screaming and gut-wrenching sobs that rattled her insides, the smell of smoke and singed flesh enveloped her and she could hardly see through the thick stream of tears pouring down her cheeks.
"I'm not naming our daughter after a dead person." Picking out baby names might be a *bit* harder than it seems.
In which Rose is tasked with meeting the Greengrass side of the family.
"I think I'm pregnant." Scorpius all but choked on his lemonade, whipping around to look at her so fast it looked almost comical.
Neither of them cared if they were at some fancy restaurant or curled up on the couch, just as long as they were together. She wished she had realized sooner that at some point, that wasn't enough anymore.
'He had expected to come home to find her in bed asleep but instead had stumbled through the floo to find her sitting at their kitchen table, eyes glazed over as she anxiously grasped her mug that had long ago gone cold. She wouldn't tell him what was wrong. In fact, she wouldn't tell him much at all.'
She had intended on stepping aside before smelling the potion as a last-ditch effort to prepare herself for what was coming but instead was overwhelmed with smells so delightful that her eyes fluttered close on their own accord.
Rose Weasley is notoriously unbeatable at wizard's chess. Unfortunately, certain distractions in the form of Scorpius Malfoy may provide her downfall.
Firewhiskey doesn't often pair well with secrets. But drunken confessions don't always have to be a bad thing, do they?
"Are you scared?" she asked him quietly. It was the first time she'd ever asked him. They'd both been ecstatic since finding out the news of her pregnancy, but he couldn't ignore the constant ball of anxiety in his chest any longer.
Even at eleven years old, it only takes one conversation on the Hogwarts Express for Rose Weasley to know that Scorpius Malfoy is in her life to say. The story of the fated meeting of two children from opposing families.
'Scorpius's laughs filled the room, and she took a deep, shuddering breath. She could at least say she tried. And she had. Rose had tried very, very hard to ignore how insufferable her boyfriend was being.'
'There was no way that she would ever notice him; at least not in the way that he wanted her to. And it wasn't like he knew how to grab her attention at 14 anyway. But still, he couldn't help but stare.'
James Potter's seventh year was supposed to be simple: stay out of trouble, lead his team to victory, and enjoy his last year. Now how was he supposed to survive a Weasley wedding, a holiday break in the Highlands, Quidditch, the NEWTs, and life in general, when the terrifying but very attractive Moire McLeoch, Slytherin's captain, was around? Everyone knew, Potters and redheads...
Every Tuesday, he passes out on the counter. Every Tuesday, she lets him crash on her couch. Every Wednesday morning, he's gone. (One-Shot, Post-Hogwarts, Disgusting Fluff)