Chapter One

I don't remember that night very clearly, dulled as it was by firewhisky. All the sixth and seventh years had, had a party, the night before the last battle. To distill the grief in all of us, it did not matter the house we had all suffered loss. I vaguely remembered Scorpius's hair blond in color and his vibrant silver eyes burning into me. Wanting me, no one had ever looked at me like that before, wanted me like that before and I knew within my mind that I was ready.

The next day, I awoke next to Scorpius' soft breathing; he was holding me gently as if I was somehow precious. I knew that he would never consider me precious, me that he sneered at and called half blood. Although he might have been in Ravenclaw he belonged with the snakes, they could have him; he was better suited to that then to my house. He was too ambitious not to be a Slytherin and yet sometimes I felt as though the sorting hat had been right. I was still the smartest person in my class but only just, it became harder and harder to beat him. I had him to thank for my fourteen OWLS and a similar number of NEWTS. I had been so determined to beat him that I had gotten the record for the amount of NEWTS received surpassing even my Mum.

Scorpius shifted in his sleep and buried his face in my hair. He seemed childlike and somehow sweet while he slept. I gently turned so I could see his face and lightly brushed his hair back from his eyes. He stirred and murmured before his arms tightened around me and he let out a small snore, something he would never do if awake even if pretending sleep. I imagined him looking haughty his hands on his hips in that usual manner, saying 'Malyfoys don't snore.' I laughed quietly to myself before I felt my stomach warm and start to glow. I stared in horror at it, I knew what this meant. We had made a mistake and it had cost me, I had been so stupid I groaned and beat my head against the floor but it didn't change anything. I was a half-blood true, but that meant that I was also half pureblood and my grandfather had taught us all about the pact made with all families. In the event that an unmarried man and women sired a child, the woman would marry the man so that there would be no bastard child about. There were other rules as well, once a child had been conceived the woman was not allowed to get rid of or abandon the babe.

I did not want to wake Scorpius, I didn't want to face him. To tell him that we must be man and wife. To tell him that our union had sired a child. I did not believe that child was a mistake, already I felt its magic within me, bringing forth the light that was inside of me. I was at once glad that my brother was not allowed to kill Scorpius, neither was any of my family. I was relieved that they were not able to kill him? It was then that I realized that I didn't hate Scorpius, I had a respect for him and his abilities and that was what pushed me hard to be better then him at my studies, if not at Quidditch. I had inherited my mother's hate of high heights and I had my own fears of everyone around me dying before their time, but perhaps that was from the after affects of the war then anything else. I always knew I wasn't as brave as those around me and that had been proved by my acceptance into Ravenclaw. The hat had not even considered Gryffindor but had beguiled me with the idea of power in Slytherin. I had been told how all Slytherins were terrible slimy gits that would stab a man in the back the moment they got the chance. However it wasn't until later in life that I began to question my father's reasoning. I wondered just how many people would stay in the house that the hat had originally sorted them into, if they were sorted again.

Scorpius shifted and mumbled something softly into my ear, I just caught the word love before his mumbling ceased. I hoped for his sake that he did not care for anyone, it would be terrible to have to lose someone in that way. We had both broken the trust of Ravenclaw house by lying together, all the seventh years each had their own dormitory to study in as there was no space for additional people within them. I realized that we were not in my dormitory but in Scorpius', somehow I had gotten here last night. I felt somehow that I was unworthy of my house that we both were. Scorpius for impregnating me in his rooms and me going along with it.

I sighed and gently stroked back his hair, I had always envied his hair, it felt like fine silver silk upon my fingers. My own hair was exceedingly bushy a wild red mane that would not respond to anything and I had tried every potion and spell I could think of in the hope of taming it. My best friend Adrianna called me Firehair or Little Gryffindor, playful jabs made in friendship. I had never even gone on a date before Malfoy, I couldn't believe that I had lost my senses like that. Somehow I had managed to get us both into a nightmare. My Dad and Mr. Malfoy hated each other, my family had been enemies of the Malfoys since the time of persecution. They had even caused us to lose our ancestral home to fire.

Scorpius withdrew his arm turning onto his back, like a newly landed fish. I giggled at my silliness and it was the giggle that awoke him. His eyes opened slowly and he blinked back sleep looking like my pet owl Trelawney. I had seen her in my first year but she had retired soon after my arrival.

"Rose?" Scorpius asked his voice heavy with sleep and then he turned to his side. "I would never tell you this while I was awake..." He paused and I stared at him, I realized that Scorpius was still half asleep. "But then again you would never willingly come into my bed short of dreaming." He actually dreamt about me? Me? The half blood, I didn't know whether to be flattered or sickened by the fact that his fantasies involved me. "Always the same dream a good one, you don't look at me with hate at all, I feel complete somehow. I know I am going to die Rose, but it was worth it to try to get you to like me. I suppose it's my veela heritage that makes me want to sing love poems to you whenever I see you in the hall or dorm. This is a good dream, I wish that I had more like this before I die."

"Why do you think you are going to die?"

"The veela within me, if it does not mate with its soul mate then I will perish. Now I know that I am dreaming my Rose knows all the answers she never needs the questions."

"Perhaps it isn't all answers that I know, there are many answers both to life and to learning. I suppose I am better at the ones in learning then in life." I said and he nodded before he kissed me, it was a sweet kiss and I felt myself respond to it by kissing him back and running my fingers through his hair. I had always been attracted to Scorpius somehow, whether because he was always civilly uncivil or because of his eyes that were amazing in their silver color. They looked like magic eyes the way they were colored. Scorpius sighed softly his head slipping to the cushions.

"That feels so good." He said before his eyes closed and a moment later he was breathing deeply once more. I stared at him in surprise, he didn't hate me, and he said that he loved me and that he was part veela. That scared me, veela were always protective of their mates and children, but I wanted to be protected didn't I? I wanted to know that I and the others around me were safe and Scorpius would have to ensure their safety if I asked it. However there was a deeper part of me that knew that it would not be right to ask, as a veela had no choice to obey their mate's every wish. By controlling the mate of a veela you could control the veela itself that was why veela seldom left their mates out of their sight. That explained why Scorpius had been fallowing me all year, watching me but not insulting me as much as he used to. I had thought he had stopped because he finally realized that his insults weren't going to bring me down but perhaps it was for another reason entirely. I felt so confused, I knew that whatever part of Scorpius that was veela was drawing me to him. The feelings I was experiencing might not even be my own.

Scorpius flung one arm over me in his sleep, his body quivering. "NO, No, please, I'll try..." He murmured his face contorting with an inner agony. "Please, Rose, don't let me die, come back." His voice was getting more panicked. "Why won't you turn around, why won't you see me? See me Rose look at me." I stared at him as he thrashed on the bed and then something amazing happened, wings shot out of his back, they were amazingly delicate and white, angel's wings. I had heard Mum talk about angels before, there was no equivalent in wizard culture. I reached out before pulling my hand back for a moment, it was the ultimate intimacy to stroke a veela's wings and whatever was happening to me I was not ready for that yet, veela bonding or no veela bonding. Scorpius was still in the throws of his nightmare, except he wasn't talking anymore, instead he was letting out a soft keening that reminded me most of an injured bird, something within me felt broken at his unhappiness and that scared me, Merlin everything scared me, why did I have to be such a mouse? I should have been sorted into Hufflepuff.

"Scorpius?" I asked softly. "Wake up Scorpius I need you to wake up." His eyes opened at once, going from sleeping to full wakefulness within a moment.

"Rose?" He asked and then his features hardened. "What are you doing in my bed?" He asked.

"Um well, you invited me here." I replied professing ignorance. "Last night, during the party I think we had both drunk to much and now we have to get married."

"Married why would I marry you?" Scorpius asked his voice however became unintentionally softer at the word marry.

"Because I am baring your child, a fine fix you've got me in Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy."

"That I got you in, I might have been not listening that closely when the house elves explained the finer bits, but I do know that it takes both a man and a woman."

"That doesn't change the fact that I am carrying a babe." I replied and the words seemed to sink in better this time.

"A child? My child?" Scorpius asked and I nodded. "My heir?" I nodded again.

"If it is a boy, although given my family's chances of producing female children that is what is most likely." I replied and put my hand to my stomach. "I would offer for you to see but I don't think that I have any clothes on." I blushed and Scorpius did as well.

"Just like a weasel to coerce me into bed, and get pregnant with my child." Scorpius said and I stared at him in surprise, he had been so gentle when he thought he was asleep but now he was completely different.

"Coerce? It takes two as I recall you saying." I replied. "I'll close my eyes so you can dress if you'll do the same courtesy for me."

"Agreed." Scorpius replied and I shut my eyes as I heard him get up and rummage around in his room. "You can open them now." He said and I opened my eyes. He was perched upon the bed as if he were about to fly at any moment but his eyes were locked with mine for what seemed like hours and at the same time no time at all.

"I'll get dressed then." I said and he nodded closing his eyes as I got up and found my clothing. It was all neatly folded, I was a bit of a neat freak admittedly and I loved to cook as much as my Grandmum Molly. Mum had even gone so far as to allow me to cook over the summer, it was fun to see my Dad and brother's eyes light up with something I had created and I realized a short while ago that I one day wanted a large family like Grandmum's.

I smiled murmuring a sweet little tune that my father would always sing to me before tucking me in. I loved the words but I wasn't quite yet ready to sing in front of Scorpius. I finished putting on my clothes before lightly tapping Scorpius on the shoulder, he jumped practically a foot into the air in surprise and I even heard his heartbeat it was pounding so loud.

"Do you really hate me that much?" I asked and he stared at me startled.

"I don't hate you Rose... I...." The door opened suddenly and in strode Professor McGonagall. She stared at both of us with a mixture of horror and disappointment in her gaze.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Weasley what are you doing in each other's rooms?"

"It's my fault headmistress." Scorpius replied. "I coerced her into spending the night in my chambers, although I don't exactly remember how. Its a bit hazy after the third cup of firewhisky."

"Firewhisky you were both drinking at the school?"

"All the seventh years were, although I doubt any of them shared in our stupidity." Scorpiuis replied. "I think that what we have is an overcompensation of wits, you see we might be smart at the learning of lessons, but as for life lessons..."

"Don't think you can charm your way out of this Mr. Malfoy, you have impregnated Mrs. Weasley and by the ancient laws you must both bed her and wed her if a child is produced from your union." We both nodded at the same time.

"I am resigned to what I have gotten myself into Headmistress." I said to her before putting a hand to my stomach. "I did want children eventually, but perhaps not so soon. I should have not taken the firewhisky, it was an error of judgment, one that I do not regret but an error all the same."

"I do not know what to tell your families, no offence Rose but the Weasley family, once they take it into their thick heads to hate someone well..."

"I know my family, they believe that there is a world of black and white, they cannot see the grey like the rest of the world." I replied and McGonagall stared at me for a moment.

"Spoken like a true Ravenclaw Mrs. Weasley although it would suit you best to carry that reasoning with you into your life." McGonagall said and I nodded. "Hopefully in the best circumstance there will be no curses aimed at the guest party at your wedding." Scorpius and I both blushed and I realized how badly this could go for me, just two generations before the Malfoys had aliened themselves with death eaters while my family was on the opposite side of the war. I wondered again what would make someone do that, it had to be more then a quest for power but I had resigned myself to knowing that I would never know. That there was some knowledge that would never be reveled to me.

"Thank you for your advice headmistress, but I believe that there are certain paths and turning points in life, it is too late to turn back now, to stop myself from being with Scorpius, even if I could I wouldn't." McGonagall nodded.

"I see that you have your own wisdom Mrs. Weasley, your own strength as we all have. For some that is courage, for others it is knowledge, undying loyalty for others and yet others believe in their wits as their strength at least subconsciously. There are many qualities in each person and many choices to make. Some choose the harder path, while others go with what is easier, the sorting hat, sees the possible futures, but in the end it is the person that sits under it that must decide. It gives us choices and we choose the one that in our hearts seems right. I respect you Scorpius for doing what was right, instead of what was easy. If it was not the day of morning and the start of summer I would most probably punish you but as you have both graduated you are beyond my displeasure but not that of your parents."

We both nodded. "Might I go to them?" I asked McGonagall and she nodded.

"Yes you may both go to your families, Mr. Malfoy your father is here." She said and Scorpius nodded.

"Thank you Headmistress." Scorpius said and executing a very elegant bow before quitting the room and I fallowed behind him. I no longer knew who was the true Scorpius but I knew my duty set by wizarding laws. A veela's mate must stay with them until death and veela could never lie about who were their chosen. He could not lie about his dreams either so I knew that I had to be his mate, or let him die which was now an impossible option once we had mated for the first time because his death would mean my own. Stupid proud Malfoy he had almost killed himself and a part of me was horrified, the one that was bond to Malfoy, did he really expect me not to realize that?

Scorpius stopped half way down the staircase and waited for me. He then took my arm and nodded at me. "Hold yourself well Weasel, if you do not have pride then what do you have?" I nodded and fit my hand into his arm as we walked down to the memorial. When we reached it everyone stopped in what they were doing and stared at us. Our mutual rivalry was infamous and it was a struggle to keep my baring.

"Mr. Weasley." Scorpius bowed. "I would be honored to ask for the privilege of your daughter's hand in marriage. She will bare my heir in a few months time." My father growled and lunged at Malfoy before the protective wall knocked him back.

"What choice do I have, you coehursed my daughter, and I know this is some plan of yours Malfoy but I'll stop you somehow." I had never seen my Dad look like that before, so helpless as we all were in this situation. All except for Malfoy who was getting exactly what he wanted like always.

"Your marrying Rose Weasley?" Draco Malfoy questioned and Scorpius nodded.

"By the light that guides my power, I am forced to bring what I have made to flower." Scorpius bowed to my father. "I am truly sorry it was an error in judgment on my part." There was a gasp from the crowd a Malfoy seldom admitted that he was wrong.

"As it was on mine." I said. "I suppose that being a Ravenclaw does not mean that you know what to do in all circumstances, I think that we can all make errors in judgment sometimes." I said and touched my stomach and smiled as I felt the warm glow of life within me. I looked at Scorpius and his eyes seemed to be burning into mine.

"Perhaps we should leave now." Scorpius said and I nodded, together we used the closed down wards to apparate. The day of morning was the only time that the antiapparition wards were down.

I stared around me as I felt myself sink into lush grasses. I was on a gravel strune path around me were beautful flowebeds of plants I was also famillar with from my potion exams. In the distance a castle like house stood a fortress of stone. There were turrets and battlements as well as towers and I knew from my mother's stories that there were also dungons. Scorpius was walking towards it and I fallowed close behind him, although I had never seen the manor I knew at once what this was.

"Welcome to Malfoy Manor, you are most probably the first Weasley to see it in over five hundred years." I stared at it before his words became clear in my mind.

"My family has been here?" I asked him and he nodded.

"Once the Weasley family was our vassals although they conveniently do not remember such a time. They forget how they left us during the persecution and thought to be safe within their own home instead of helping the wearing world to survive."

"A Weasley would never run from danger."

"Perhaps, but the Weasley family has changed over the centuries as much as the Malfoy family has. We both had to change in order to survive and those who did not died horrible deaths at the hands of muggles. Perhaps your ancestors thought to join another part of the wizard resistance, more likely Fabian Weasley sought a way to insure his family's survival at the cost of my own family's. My family responded in kind." I nodded and put a hand to my stomach, remembering the fire that they had caused to destroy my family home. We walked to the house and Scorpius stood before the gate staring up at it. "I am one of decorum and pride I will be unyielding in my quest to bring honor to the Malfoy family."

I had heard of the door keeping, how only those with the words could have the doors open for them. It was an ancient protection charm and no one knew how to create them anymore. We both entered the house together a house elf stood in the entryway bowing. I smiled at the little creature. I had always liked house elves.

The room was amazing two dragons were locked in combat in a painted sky, one was white and one was red. In the corner sat a chair obviously meant for a servant, the floors were polished wood that trailed into stone after this room. It had a simple elgance about it and it impressed me as it was supposed to. I had never before been into a greeting room but I had heard about them. During parties the family would stay in this room to greet the guest several hundred years previously. That had changed with the invention of Floo powder and now the family greeted their guest in the rooms that they had set aside for the party.

"Knobby, prepare the bedroom adjacent to mine for Mrs. Weasley and set out lunch in the dining hall."

"Knobby is happy to serve master." Knobby bowed low to Scorpius and then the house elf turned to me.

"This will be my wife, obey her orders as you would the rest of the family." Knobby bowed again and nodded before disappearing with a crack.

"Do you treat him properly?" I asked Scorpius.

"We don't abuse our house elves and they provide service for us in return. Its not as most people think, house elves have a written agreement with wizards, in order for their magic to work they must be kept busy. If a elf perceives mistreatment they can turn against their master and would not be legally responsible for their actions if they had asked for their freedom. In truth house elves need us as much as we need them, they depend upon the magical core of a building to keep their magic strong."

"I've never heard about this before." I said in surprise.

"Usually the agreement is kept between master and elf, Knobby is blood bound to serve my family and that is why I and now you will be able to call upon him if needed. We should most probably get to know one another."

"I've lived with you for seven years, I know you how cold and malicious you can be." I replied and saw the hurt spring to his eyes before it was covered with a stoic facade.

"Sometimes I wonder if you could ever truly know a person, or if a person could ever truly know themselves." Scorpius said and I nodded.

"How many roads must a road walk down before they call him a man." I said and Scorpius stared at me. "Bob Dylan, muggle songwriter, his words seem to be a different sort of magic." He slowly nodded.

"The muggles have some things going for them." He conceded and I stared at him, for a Malfoy to say that... I looked up quickly to check the ceiling, but after a moment of looking at it I stared, two dragons were gauged in combat with each other, a red dragon and a white dragon. "What are you looking for?" Scorpius said.

"I was making sure that the world wasn't ending if you must know." I replied. "But now I am looking at the dragons, they are magnificent."

"They represent the Malfoy's heritage, even muggles have heard of the red dragon of Scotland and the white of England." I nodded and he smiled up at the dragons. "They also show the nobility of man, our family symbol is the dragon as the Weasels have the Griffin as their symbol."

"Really?" I asked and he nodded.

"Your old coat of arms has a Griffin upon it, after your family betrayed mine their coat of arms was taken away by the Wizardgammet. They suffered the worst punishment a pureblood wizard could and lost their history."

"If I remember the story clearly it was the Malfoys that changed and betrayed us." I replied and he sighed.

"Well we each have our own views on the matter and lets leave it at that."

"Agreed." I replied as I fallowed Scorpius into the dining room. Knobby appeared floating a tall serving dish, he placed it upon the table and opened it. Inside were tiny sandwiches artfully arranged and I was glad that my brother wasn't there, he got my dad's appetite, if it wasn't moving then it was fair game according to him. I however was capable of eating without grossing everyone else out in the direct vicinity. Mum had tried to teach us all manners, Hugo stubbornly refused pointing out how Dad was eating and Mum had stopped with him although I enjoyed it immensely and took to it like a grindylow to water. I waited for Scorpius to sit before delicately taking a sandwich with the tongs and placing it on the plate handing the tongs to Scorpius afterward who raised a single eyebrow before doing the same. We ate together in silence. "That was good thank you."

"You look like you needed to eat something, I can't have my heir malnourished." Scorpius replied and I nodded, I could tell he was hiding himself away from me again. I did want to get to know him, but I wanted to know the real him not something he put on for show, he had been so different to me when he had thought himself asleep, kinder somehow and gentler.

"Would you like to feel the baby? The warmth it creates I mean, the baby itself is still too small." I said and he nodded reaching out a hand and tentatively touching my stomach. His face lost its carefully schooled features and a look of joy so intense came over it. He held his hand there for a moment before withdrawing it.

"He's powerful." Scorpius said to me. "Its not supposed to be this strong before your two weeks along."

"How can we be sure it's a boy?" I asked him and Scorpius sighed.

"Malfoys always have one male child." He replied. "Its our curse, a male heir and no spare. It's why the Weasley family lost their symbol. They cursed my entire family to ever be able to sire only one child. We responded by cursing them with having many heirs, it is impossible for a Weasley to bare more then two children."

"My Uncle Charlie doesn't have kids." Rose protested.

"Sometimes fatherhood is uncertain especially on a dragon reserve." Scorpius replied and I felt my fists twist themselves into rounds of rage.

"How dare you accuse my uncle Charlie of being an oath breaker?" I asked him and Scorpius's eyes widened.

"I didn't I simply meant that he will have quite a few children if he hasn't got them unknowingly already." Scorpius said. "I think our curse is the better of the two, it made your family poor because everything had to be split among the children. Weasleys never could curse properly."

"You should see my Aunt's Bat Bogie hex now that's impressive." I replied and Scorpius snorted.

"A childish plaything of a curse."

"How would you know?"

"Oh trust me, I know. My family has the most extensive library on dark arts in the world or the grey arts as some call them. Grey magic is very different then white magic as is dark magic. You have to have balance within the world, if the world wasn't balanced then where would we be, there has to be balance in the world."

"I see your point but that doesn't mean that we need to practice dark spells."

"Did you know that half the spells a wizard uses could be thought of as dark in some way, if you constitute dark magic as magic that harms another half the apparently dark spells would be light ones. I don't think we should have to limit ourselves to white magic just because some can't understand the knowledge and beauty that is in the darker spells." I stared at him for a moment before he actually blushed.

"No continue, I find this fascinating I think that you're right to a certain extent. Things could be learned from dark spells."

"That's just the thing, dark spells are labeled as dark because the muggleborns don't understand them."

"Maybe because wizards didn't wish them to."

"You have to be born with that knowledge, we cannot share everything with Muggleborns."

"Perhaps what you are searching for, is what is already lost." I replied softly. "You cannot stop people from possessing magic and those people need to be taught or else the power will be wild and untamed."

"Yes, but we do not have to share all of our world with them." Scorpius replied before turning from me and walking out of the room, I stared at his retreating back, watching him until he was gone.

"Knobby?" I asked and the house elf appeared instantly. "Where is the library?'

"Fallow me mistress." The house elf replied with a bow and I nodded fallowing behind him. We went to the library together, it was an amazing library almost as big as the Hogwarts library, everywhere were books carefully put in an exacting chronicle. The library even had sections laboriously made in neat handwriting. By the fire sat several green armchairs and a portrait of a young nobleman on a horse was displayed over the mantle. It could have been Scorpius or Draco, or even some very distant ancestor. Malfoys all, like Weasleys looked curiously alike. I stood for a moment before heading to the shelf marked Journals and Reference and I pulled a single book at random from the shelf, The Memoirs of Abraxas Malfoy. I took the small leather bound notebook and sat in the chair reading it and seeking understanding in its pages.

I turned seventeen today, I can feel the power growing within me, its accelerating I have never known such power. I feel as though all my life I have been asleep and have now just awoken. It is as father thought except even more then I imagined. I will do my duty and protect the Malfoy name and insure that the line continues. Already I know who I am to be bonded to, I feel her presence within my very soul. Her magic is so strong and I feel it bonding with my own. She is so beautiful, her blood is pure of contamination and that makes a certain joy in my mind. She makes everything seem right with the world and I want to cry out in joy every time that she is near, but I do not. She must accept my courtship first, accept me for who I am and what I am. She must or else I will perish, a terrible death of desolation, but I will not let a woman make me lose all reason, I will keep my fortitude and my own council. She will join with me in time...

The writing continued describing his mate in every detail and it was fascinating to see a veela's mate through the eyes of a veela. I felt myself warm inside as his feelings poured through me, perhaps it was what part of Scorpius felt. I realized that our bond completion made me want to be close to him, even though I did not could not feel love for him as I didn't know him I wanted him to be near me. My entire existence depended upon him being near me, it was beyond desire, and it was a need so great that I had not felt it before. Reading the journal had somehow brought it out in me.

I had to close the book and take several deep breaths in order not to rush from the room in search of him. I was more afraid in that moment then I had been in my entire life, how could I a strong woman be so bound to a man that I would drop what I was doing in search of him? No I was not that sort of woman he would have to come to where I was before I would go to him. I took up the small book once more and continued reading.

I flew for the first time today, it felt amazing like I was hole for the first time in my life, like after so many years of being blind I could see. The feeling it gives to be able to go into the air is amazing, the sight of your enemies or friends down below is more then incredible it calls like a siren whispering of the freedom of flight and I wished to never go down but my father called me so I had to do my duty by him and respond. The ones who seek to destroy our world are becoming more numerous there is no grey magic with them, it is all black or white. They cannot see that the wizard world is colorblind. They limit their abilities by thinking this and no matter how many times it is said that magic is neither good nor evil it is not understood. With magic there does come power, the power to will your desires into being, with the right amount of spell work but the things the mudbloods forget about is that there must also be duty. A duty to protect the earth from harm and those who would seek to use it to their own ends in the name of bettering the world. I believe that the world is a hopeless case already, it is impossible to better as there are people who will insure the repetition of history and act not out of respect for their magic but out of fear for their survival. Already my father is considering joining with Grindlewald to attempt to stop the scarring of our society. Muggles and Mudbloods do not deserve to be called human as they wish the harm of others for no other reason then fear and blind hatred. At least when we hate we hate for a reason, I must go again father is calling me. He wishes to draw up the marriage proposal with the Blacks, I will marry my bonded and produce a heir soon and the Malfoy line will be assured for one more generation at least. I can only hope that this continues to be the case.

I stopped reading, my world seemed to be falling to pieces around me, and it was not as I knew it. There seemed to be some truth to Abraxas's words but what could we do? I didn't know any longer. I sighed before replacing the book on the shelf before leaving the library I had never realized before that there was such a thing as too much knowledge. I started to walk not really mindful of where I was going until I got to the closed door and heard the sound of someone sobbing. I was unsure of what to do, but everything in me wanted to comfort someone when they were upset. It was just a part of who I was so I knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Scorpius's voice asked from inside.

"Can I come in?" I asked and there was a silence from both of us for a moment before the door opened, Scorpius stood his eyes red and puffy but he still held himself with dignity and his mask was firmly in place.

"You may enter my room if you wish, yours is across the hall, this will be as much your home as mine and no room will be locked to you as you are my wife. This is my wing of the estates, my parent's wing is to the right after the entrance hall." I nodded and sat down in an armchair watching Scorpius as he did the same.

"I've been feeling drawn to you somehow today, it's the oddest sensation." I said and he nodded.

"Dinner will be soon." He replied avoiding the question in my words, before sitting in the armchair opposite.

"Is there something wrong, have I harmed you by my words in some way?" I asked him and he straitened his eyes meeting mine.

"No, you are unable to harm me, as much as I am unable to harm you. It is simply too much too fast and I fear... That you will never love me."

"So you are afraid of a marriage without love? Love will come in time Scorpius, there is already attraction within both of us otherwise this child would not have been conceived. Perhaps once we get to know one another better."

"But didn't you say that you already know me?" Scorpius asked and I remembered saying that, daring him to prove me wrong.

"And as you said Sometimes I wonder if you could ever truly know a person, or if a person could ever truly know themselves." I replied. "There is more both of us could learn about the other. I for instance know that you do not snore over loudly."

"Malfoys don't snore at all." He replied and I smiled.

"Right, you just breathe heavily." I replied.

"Exactly, and you do not snore either, I am a light sleeper and would have woken if you did." Right he was light as a log. I wondered how many more lies he would have to tell, maybe if I took his words at the opposite I would find their true meaning.

"Maybe we should eat, it seems as if it is getting quite late." I said and he nodded.

"Agreed." He replied before standing up and I fallowed into the dining hall. "My parents should be back soon from the morning."

"Why do they go, it seems like a lot more painful punishment then anything else. I wouldn't if I was them."

"Do you mean about my family taking a different side to the war other then the one that was victories?" Scorpius asked. "Do not think we are ashamed of what we believe and who we are, never think that. Everyone lost that day, some more then others, my father lost someone very dear to him and a few months later his only other friend was also taken away to Azkaban. Poor Gregory didn't even get a trial, they were more then friends, they were his vassals and it was his duty to protect them. A Malfoy seldom cries but in telling me about his friends, my father openly wept. Do not think that you know me or my family, we are not the monsters the world seems to think we are. They fear us, everyone fears us, when once the family name garnered respect, and people now do things for us from fear. Would you like to know how it feels to have people whispering things as you pass, they don't even give me a chance! The world is not divided into good or evil why can't they see that?"

"Because very few people can, you are right Scorpius, the world does have an us versus them quality to it. However we are only human, despite being wizards, it is only when we lose sight of our humanity and believe that we are faultless that problems arise. I have never thought overmuch of the reasons behind the war, other then that it was terrible. I have much to think about tonight and so much more to learn, will you teach me the customs?"

"Of course as you will be a Malfoy you need to know all things my family believes, as I need to know about yours. Perhaps in the sharing we will get to know one another better."

"Alright Scorpius, just promise me that you will not lie." I said to him and his face flushed.

"I never lie." He replied.

"You never tell the truth either." I replied as we reached the dining hall and sat down at the table. The room was amazing, ten chandeliers lent their light to a long elegant table with dragon claws carved upon its ends. Elegant chairs lined with deep red velvet were grouped around the table, and had the same dragonclaw ends. The table was decorated with amazing inlays of magical creatures as well as a border of stars the symbol of wizard culture. I stared at the room for a moment before Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy appeared.

"Your here I see." Mr. Malfoy said to me and I nodded.

"Scorpius took me here, I trust that you have worked everything out with my parents."

"Yes and you will have an exam at Saint Mungo's next Tuesday." Mr. Malfoy replied.

"The manor is very beautiful." I said as Knobby appeared.

"Thank you Miss Weasley, every Malfoy adds something to it, it's a bit of a family tradition." Mr. Malfoy said.

"Please call me Rose, I won't be a Weasley for long after all, it's about time that I get accustomed to it." I replied and Mr. Malfoy nodded.

"You may address me as Draco if you so desire, although the Incredible Bouncing Ferret is strictly prohibited." I stared at Mr. Malfoy for a moment, wondering if he wanted me to laugh or not.

"I will not call you that if you wish." I replied. "As long as you do not call me Weasel." Scorpius had a bit of a coughing fit at that one.

"Very well." Draco replied.

"Would you like some water Scorpius, that sounds like a nasty cough. Oh and dear, I'm Astoria, no need for formalities among family."

"Its nice to meet you Astoria, I don't believe that we have ever been formally introduced. It is a bit hard with my family's dislike of yours."

"Spoken very plainly, I admire that ability in a woman." Astoria said smiling. "Yes, well you must be different then them or else you would not be marrying Scorpius."

"Not so different as you would think, I just give people more of a chance then them. You can find out a lot more that way then just labeling them at once, especially with your family, I've found that Scorpius can be a completely different person then the one that I was used to seeing. A muggle playwright said it well, all the world is a stage and we're but actors in it."

"Shakespeare." Draco nodded. "One of my favorites but you are wrong about him being a muggle, he was a squib."

"That would explain a lot." I admitted. "There is so much to learn here, its fascinating to meet people with different views then your own." I smiled at Scorpius. "Scorpius and I were having a bit of a debate on the finer points in magic, I found it fascinating. I hope that the fact that I have a muggleborn mother doesn't lower me in your eyes."

"It depends on whether or not you seek to change our world." Draco replied. "Its so tedious having all these new laws come up every other century with people that really don't know what they are talking about. I think that we should teach the muggleborns how to control their magic, but not let them into our society where they try to change it with only half an understanding of what they are changing if that."

I nodded. "I am a firm believer in research." I replied. "Scorpius has given me a lot to think about and I hope that I have done the same. Ravenclaw in my opinion is the house with the least set in stone morals. I believe there is truth in what you believe but not so much so that I want to go around killing muggles." Scorpius and Draco looked at me astounded.

"What did you say?" Draco asked his voice like steel.

"What part, the one about there being some truth in what you believe, or the part about killing muggles?" I replied.

"The second." Scorpius said through his teeth.

"Well then prove me wrong, Voldemort did kill muggles as did his followers along with pureblood families that had been around for centuries."

"You little Weas...Weasley!" Draco roared. "How can you know the dark lords reasons, how can you know what he tried to stop before he went mad with the help of Potter. How can you know what it is like for us, trying to salvage our world when with each passing generation it becomes further and further away from the way it used to be? We have not saved ourselves, we have destroyed all."

"Well then, how do you believe that the world was destroyed?" I asked them and Draco stared at me a look of admiration in his eyes.

"You should have gone into politics Rose, you have a mind for it." Astoria said.

"I was thinking of that, but first I must do what is required of me by baring this child. What do you believe is required of me beyond that point?"

"A true wizard supports his wife so that she can run the household and support his family." Draco replied.

"So I see, according to you I should be wife and mother, but nothing more?" I asked him.

"You support my son in ways that you see fit, as well as the family. You could be a dignitary of sorts for him and persuade others that our opinions aren't as bad as they think they are. Or you could stay at the manor if you wish, you could have your own position beside Scorpius but your first duty would be to protect the interests of my son."

"I see, before I can protect those interests I must first know what they are, I must first know this family before I could think to do such a thing and you must know me. My beliefs and morals, we should learn from each other."

"Finally a Weasley that isn't a hothead and might possess a brain."

"Oh trust me Draco, I have my own temper but I do know when to keep it veiled." I replied. "As for my family being hotheads, I do admit that they are rather quick to judge, as the world is rather quick to judge them."

"The world you say?" Draco said. "The world sees what it wants to see."

"I agree." I replied.

"You what?" Draco asked.

"I agree." I stated. "People say that Grindlewald or Voldemort were evil, that we should hate them, but I don't believe that. What reasons have we to hate what we don't know? I lost family to Voldemort as you did to my family, but still I don't think that one loss outweighs the other. There was a reason that people fallowed Voldemort as much as there was a reason that people fallowed Dumbledore or my Uncle Harry. Its not a simple good verses evil case or at least I think its not. History is often reported to the viewpoint of the victories." Draco nodded.

"Perhaps we can discuss this further while we eat." He said and I nodded.

"I would be delighted." I replied and saw both Scorpius and Draco smile.

"You chose well son." Draco said to Scorpius.

"Chose?" I asked. "I think it was more of a thing of youthful passion then a choice, but I suppose deep down at least we chose each other." I said as the house elf served an entire braised lamb with mashed potatoes and gravy. I waited for a few minutes for Draco to serve himself, before realizing that they were waiting for me to serve myself and I laughed lightly. Scorpius's eyes met mine and I saw a flicker of devotion within them.

"What do you find amusing?" Astoria asked and I smiled.

"Simply that we're eyeing each other like we are dragons." I replied and Astoria started to laugh as well.

"Please serve yourself." Draco said his eyes barely disguising their amusement and I nodded.

"Thank you." I said and delicately served myself some of the lamb and potatoes. "This looks good." I said before passing the tongs to Astoria, who took a portion before passing it to Draco and Scorpius. We ate in silence and after the meal Draco sent for a decanter of wine. "Might I have some milk Knobby?" I asked and Knobby nodded.

"Would mistress prefer dragon's milk or cows milk, or Griffin's milk."

"How does one milk a dragon?" I asked.

"Very carefully." Draco replied. "Although the properties are well worth it, it often gives a wizard strength and can help in the development of a child, I suggest you have some I had forgotten that we have it."

"Very well then, bring some dragon milk then please Knobby." I said and Knobby bowed low before disappearing with a trail of smoke and reappearing a moment later. "I did not know that getting Dragon's milk was possible, my Uncle Charlie works with dragons in Romania and he has never mentioned such a thing to me."

"We have friends that keep tame dragons as pets, they have several welsh greens I believe." Draco replied. "Their children grow up along with the dragons and the dragons see them as littermates and allow them to milk them when they come of age. They then sell the dragons to those who will take care of them as well as the potion ingredients that come from the dragons when they shed their skin, or when they clip their toenails."

"Fascinating, they must be very brave to do such a thing." I said before pouring some of the milk into the goblet.

"Yes, they are. They are also our vassals and as such give us a small tax as we give them protection." I nodded before sipping at the milk and feeling a warm liquid feeling spread down my throat. I sighed as I took another sip and saw the light in my stomach grow even brighter. I stared in surprise as did Scorpius.

"No question as to whether or not my Grandchild is a wizard." Draco said and I nodded smiling, I was unable to see the difference as of yet in my shape, but the magic was strong, the child I was baring would be powerful. I put a hand to my stomach touching it lightly and feeling the warmth that it held.

"Its incredible isn't it?" Astoria asked and I nodded.

"Amazing." I agreed. "Beautiful." I sighed and smiled. "Would you like to feel the warmth?" I asked Astoria and she nodded putting a hand upon my stomach.

"So strong." She said in wonder. "Draco feel him."

"May I?" Draco asked and I nodded, it was a bit odd to have so many people touching my stomach, but they were to be my child's grandparents. I finished drinking the goblet and poured another, now my whole body was softly glowing it felt glorious, I laughed delighted and spread my arms up in the air. Scorpius stared at me in wonder and both Draco and Astoria looked up staring at me in the same wonder.

"You are beautiful." Scorpius breathed without thought.

"It feels glorious." I said smiling. "Bright light overtakes me, feel the magic that makes me." I said.

"Who wrote that? I have not heard it before."

"My mother." I replied. "When my brother was born, she created a song for me. I was two at the time but I still remember it."

"Granger always did have a way with words." Draco conceded and I smiled before yawning slightly, feeling a sudden weariness.

"Tired?" Astoria asked and I nodded. "That makes sense as the child draws upon your magic and strength." I knew that but I didn't know it would be so sudden, I was fine a moment ago but now I was exhausted.

"It comes suddenly." I said yawning and she nodded.

"As suddenly as it retreats, I would wake up in the middle of the night, wide awake and be lethargic in the mornings. There wasn't any pattern to it at all." Astoria admitted. "But it was well worth it." She smiled at Scorpius I nodded before yawning again.

"Forgive me for retiring?" I asked.

"There is nothing to forgive." Astoria replied and I nodded before turning towards the hall.

"Other direction Rose." Scorpius said and I blushed nodding, before going in the opposite direction.

"Knobby?" I called and the house elf appeared.

"Yes Mistress?"

"Could you show me to my rooms, and please call me Rose I am not your mistress yet."

"Yes Mistress Rose, fallow Knobby, Knobby will show you where to go."

"Thank you Knobby." I replied and the house elf bowed.

"Knobby is happy to serve." Knobby said leading me to a beautifully inscribed chamber. On the ceiling winged men played together, the artist had managed to make them look as if they would come off of the ceiling and join me in the room. They were expertly done, although they did not speak. A fire was blazing in the corner and was ingraved with the simple design of two white wings. The bed was much like the ones I had used at Hogwarts in that it was a four poster, the hangings over the bed were purple in color and transluset so I could still see the painting if I wished. However I was tired so I gave the room the breifest inspection before I sighed and realized that my clothes had been put into the room somehow. I took out my nightgown and put it on before casting a quick scurgify charm on my teeth and lying in the bed, letting the darkness swirl in upon me.