'Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.' Other people notice Scorpius, and like with any Weasley, jealousy doesn't well suit Rose.

'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.'

'If Rose Weasley knew one thing to be true it was that her boyfriend could absolutely not hold his alcohol.' **In which Scorpius confesses after one to many firewhiskeys.

In which Rose and Scorpius grow up and grow together. A short story of love over the course of seven years.

Scorpius Malfoy understood death more at fourteen years old than most people did in their entire lifetime. He knew what it was to die, he'd only hoped that he wouldn't have to find out so soon.

"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.'