A/N: Forgiveness chapter? Hopeful smile

We've got it all, humour, fights, romance, angst, grief. I made it extra EXTRA long to make up for the appalling waits you've had to suffer.

I apologise for slight swearing in this chapter.

"Alright, I don't like you and you don't like me, but we'll try,"

No reply.

"There's no need to be stubborn about it!"

No reply.

"Oh not this again!"

Rose's sleep-filled eyes blinked open. Genna's voice came floating through her ears. A sliver of light cut across her face as it peeked through the curtains around her bed. The rest of the occupants of the room were sleeping, filling the air with the gentle sounds of slow, deep breathing.

Monday morning.

This was not the Monday morning that Rose knew- oh no. Her Monday's began in a rush, as always, she'd wake to the slamming of a door as someone headed out of the room. There would be a loud clamouring from the bathroom as Genna and Bethan argued over who's turn it was. Rose would huddle under the blankets, desperately trying to sneak in some more sleep. Before she knew it, the last black robe flicked around the corner leaving the room empty. She would be left to hop around the room, clumsily pulling on socks and dragging a comb through her unruly hair.

Today was not like that. In fact, this was probably the first time she had woken up early on a Monday, ever. Ok, that was a lie. But the first morning that she'd woken up early, on a Monday, at Hogwarts, without someone shaking her awake.

That sounded much less dramatic than "ever".

But it was still a first. Truth be told, she liked it much better this way. She was a laid back person who didn't like to rush, she just had an awful habit of procrastination. A very awful habit. So no matter how much she wanted to breeze along, she would still be up late at night finishing last minute homework. Still be stealing the last few seconds of sleep possible.

"OK, you are seriously getting on my nerves!" came the annoyed voice of her friend.

"You OK in there Gen?" she called softly, not wanting to wake her dorm mates.

Genna's head popped around the door frame, "Rose?"

"Yes, I'm awake. Wow, call the press," she remarked dryly, "who were you talking to?"

Genna looked sheepish. For explanation, she pointed to the mop of curls that was her hair. That was all the information Rose needed. It wasn't exactly unusual to find Genna yelling at her hair. It was probably the only thing she yelled at – baring Bethan of course.

"This is nice isn't it?" Rose's hand encompassed to her sleeping dorm, "Peaceful."

Genna nodded. She understood.

Rose took the time to examine her sleeping dorm mates; there was Bethan, who had been studiously ignoring her ever since Rose had sat with Scorpius in Charms. Bethan was frowning in her sleep, something not uncharacteristic of her. These days, that's all she ever seemed to do. At Rose anyway.

There was Evelyn Street looking boring as always, her blonde hair not even messy. Rose's hair made a habit of being messy; when she woke up, when she played Quidditch, when she studied. Hell, it was permanently stuck in a state of disarray!

And then there was Taliah Storm. In Rose's opinion - and to put it bluntly – a bit of a bitch. Though, with her eyes closed, she looked slightly less fierce. And really, very, very pretty, (though Rose hated to admit it).

She'd noticed Bethan and Evelyn becoming closer these past days, as Genna and Lydan spent so much time with Rose. With Bethan and Rose not on speaking terms, and Genna never ceasing to irritate her, she had taken to hanging out with the other two member of their dorm.

Whenever Rose tried to talk to her, Bethan would just continue speaking even louder, shutting her off completely. Her other dorm mates seemed to be stuck in the middle whenever Rose and Bethan neared one another.

Rose suspected Bethan was trying to convince them that Rose was the one in the wrong, because Evelyn – sweet tempered Evelyn – had been shooting her dark looks. At least Taliah didn't seem to buy into it, no, that was one person Rose wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of.

Instead, Taliah had ignored Bethan's chatter, occasionally giving Rose – dare she say it – amused looks.

Scorpius was back at school the next day feeling fine, albeit a little stiff. The dark bruise that had been blossoming over his left eye had been healed in seconds by the the hospital matron -Madam Watt.

Rose caught up with him just before classes, "Hey! How're you feeling?" She had visited him in the Hospital Wing just the day before and he had looked pretty beat up, though he assured her it was better than it looked. I mean- no broken bones, that was a plus!

"Like I'm a barrel of water. I swear, that lady gave me so many potions I can hear them sloshing around inside me! But I guess that's what you get for baiting the school bullies." He shrugged.

Rose looked at him, amused, "You know the whole school is calling you 'Little Scorpion' now?"

"At least it's better than Malfoy," he said darkly. Rose always ignored him when he got like that. She knew he was just frustrated with everything, not to mention worried sick about his dad.

A thoroughly pissed off voice made an appearance, "Honestly, Rose! Can you just move your lazy arse? You're blocking the damn corridor,"

Scorpius and Rose exchanged a look that clearly said 'someone got up on the wrong side of the bed'.

"Jeesh Bethan, no need to be so rude," she complained. A less direct person probably would have moved, but when Rose was angry, she could be, well, confrontational to say the least.

"You're one to talk," Bethan snapped back. Evelyn had stopped to watch, Taliah just raised her eyebrows looking bored.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Rose demanded.

"Oh like you don't know!" her voice grew shriller and the people around them began to take an interest, "like you don't know that you've been ignoring your best friend for this scum!" she gestured at Scorpius. Rose's blood began to boil. She may be a relaxed sort of person but she had flaming temper -how could you not with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger for parents?

"I'VE BEEN IGNORING YOU? YOU HAVEN'T EVEN LOOKED AT ME FOR THE LAST WEEK!" she yelled back.

Scorpius watched them fight, distinctly uncomfortable.

"OH GET OFF YOUR HIGH HORSE YOU BLOODY WEASLEY," she spat the word like it was an insult, "STOP ACTING SO DAMN SUPERIOR!"

"I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU GET OFF BUT YOU HAVE NO RIGHT-"

"OHO! ME? YOU'VE KNOW ME FOR FOUR YEARS! FOUR YEARS! AND YOU BLOW ME OFF FOR A- A MALFOY, WHO YOU'VE KNOWN FOR HALF A YEAR. YOUR BEST FRIEND!"

"OH YEAH? CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG BUT I THOUGHT 'BEST FRIENDS' WERE MEANT TO - OH I DON'T KNOW - TALK TO ONE ANOTHER! BUT YOU RUN OFF AT THE SLIGHTEST HINT OF A PROBLEM! SOME BEST FRIEND YOU ARE!"

She spoke harshly, but in all honesty, she couldn't say she'd regretted it. It was all true, and Bethan had been getting on her nerves for months! It felt so good to let it out.

Even Taliah couldn't pretend to be bored any longer, a small crowd had gathered to watch the row. It also seemed that word of Scorpius and Rose's friendship had spread all over the school. Rose wondered if maybe that was the catalyst for Bethan's behaviour. But to hell with it! If Bethan was going to be jealous and cranky then so be it. She'd had enough.

"Is that what you're saying Rose? That you don't want to be my best friend any more?" She asked.

"No Bethan. That's what you're saying," she replied softly. Bethan went an odd splotchy colour.

"FOUR FUCKING YEARS!" she screamed, "IF YOU'RE READY TO GIVE IT ALL UP THEN FUCK YOU!"

"Bethan don't-"

"Save it for someone who gives a shit, Weasley,"

An awkward silence descended upon them all as Bethan strode away, Evelyn trailing after her.

Rose began to tremble, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Scorpius put a comforting hand on her shoulder. She turned into him and began to cry, his hand hesitantly patting her back as sobs racked her body.

Taliah cleared her throat, "Oi everyone!" she called pleasantly, "Bugger off!"

The crowd immediately dispersed, talking in loud voices and trying to pretend that nothing had happened.

Scorpius turned pleading eyes on Taliah, his expression clearly showing that he was at a loss of what to do. It was obvious he wasn't used to comforting people.

Taliah sighed and gently pulled Rose away from Scorpius.

"Come on, let's get to class," she coaxed her. Rose nodded numbly, a clumsy hand wiping away her tears. Taliah handed her a handkerchief, which she accepted, sniffing.

"Do you mind? I have to-" started Scorpius.

"Don't worry about it," said Taliah, "I got her." He smiled gratefully and with one last unsure glance at Rose, hurried of to his class.

"C'mon, we don't want to be late," she said to Rose, "you up for it?"

The remainder of the day was spent with Rose desperately trying to ignore everyone, especially Bethan; Genna and Lydan patting her on the back every now and again, trying to boost her spirits; and Taliah focusing on glaring at anyone who looked at Rose, let alone tried to ask her about 'the incident'. Needless to say, they were left well alone.

The hall was buzzing. Literally buzzing, not just a sense of excitement and gossip. Though there was that too. The reason: the House lists were up for that weird competition thing. And someone stupid decided to make the hall buzz until everyone had read the list. Yes, that person was stupid and Dominique was going to kill them once she escaped from the crushing mass that surrounded the sheets. Rose was on it, if she'd cared to know. Though since she'd spent the day in a coma-like state, Dom decided that she didn't.

The buzzing was beginning to get on her nerves, she couldn't even hear the words her Quidditch captain, Joshua spoke to her.

And the worst part was that she knew some sadistic freak would purposefully not read the list. And that freaking buzzing wouldn't go away! That person, would be joining the other idiot who cast the damn spell in a a very painful death scene, starring Dominique Weasley. Her mind mentally dissolved into one of those daydreams that you see on the television, where everything goes all wobbly and then you get clouds pouring out of the side of your head. Merlin only knows how muggles come up with that rubbish.

"Are you even listening?" asked Destance.

No way in hell you boring sod. "Sure."

Dominique was not in a very pleasant mood -though the visions of murdering people painfully were pleasant thoughts. She had spend the majority of the day avoiding Dylan Fletcher.

Dylan Fletcher.

Dylan Fletcher

Dylan Fletcher

Dominique Fletcher.

Oh shut up! She told herself. The day had been so dull without her best mate around. How could she not have seen how boring life was before?

"Okay, this buzzing is making me want to kill someone! I'm off to the Quidditch pitch," she told her captain.

"Oh, er, ok. But practise doesn't start till eight."

Dominique knew that, but she really needed a good fly to clear her head.

As luck would have it, the very person she was trying to clear her head of was there too. Calm, down, maybe he didn't see you.

The figure on the broomstick waved at her.

Retreat! Retreat!

Heflew down to her impossibly fast, reaching out to hook his arms around her waist, pulling her onto the broomstick. They had done it a thousand times before – though, usually the person controlling the broomstick didn't turn around and kiss the other.

Dominique was stunned, she hadn't had many kisses before – many meaning 'any' - the whole thing with Tim had turned out disastrously, turning her off boys for a long time. This probably even counted as her first kiss. She never counted Tim, he could stuff it.

She hadn't really expected to have her first kiss on speeding broomstick which – incidentally was headed straight for a -

"TREE!"

Dylan pulled sharply upwards and they veered away looking like a drunken sailor. Then he flew gently downwards, landing softly so he could turn to look at her.

"No wonder you didn't make the Quidditch team, you fly like a drunk," she joked. But something in the way he stared intently at her told her that this was not the time for jokes. She climbed off the broomstick and toppled onto the ground with a soft 'oomph'. Dominique looked away, his gaze was too deep, there was something in it that scared her. Suddenly she couldn't speak. Dylan's weight settled next to her as she stared over the lake, pulling out handfuls of grass. They sat like that for some time, silently looking at the grounds, her head turned away before Dominique got up the courage to speak.

"Why did you kiss me?" she choked out.

"I don't know. I just did. I just... did," she heard uncertainty in his voice.

"Dylan, why did you kiss me?" she asked more forcefully, turning her head to look at him, their eyes locked.

"I've wanted to for a long time," he admitted, breaking their gaze, "I didn't want things to be awkward after last night. I guess I didn't think."

"Last night? What makes you think I'd have kissed you last night?" she asked suddenly angry.

"Merlin Dominique, you can be so stubborn sometimes," he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. Dominique's eyes followed the movement and then flicked to his eyes. They had never looked so open and vulnerable.

"I'm not stubborn!" but she didn't feel angry anymore, just scared and something else that she couldn't explain.

"Dominique, you're stubborn, but it's one of the things I like about you- one of the things I love about you." He broke her gaze again, staring away and into the forest, "You're funny and fierce and smart and kind and the only person I know who can look gorgeous in sweats and a lumpy old jumper... You jump to defend people, you're spontaneous and you don't give up. In the mornings you're grumpy as an old hag! You're an amazing Quidditch player and you do this all without trying. You don't seem to realise how much you mean to me." he threw up his hands, "The truth is Dominique, I don't think I can handle us being 'just friends' anymore. You're too good to be true and when you're around... everything seems brighter. You're my everything Dominique. That's why I kissed you."

They sat for many minutes gazing into the forest, neither of them looking at the other, Dylan yanking out tufts of grass and scattering them into the wind. Dominique's heart was beating like a drum against her ribcage. The minutes stretched into hours before she finally spoke.

"Want to know a secret?"

"Hmm?" he asked, still looking into the forest.

"I do try."

"Huh?"

She turned to face him.

"I'm always trying. I try so hard to be all of those things. Sometimes I wonder..." her voice trailed off, "Sometimes I wonder if it's really me. I've put on this act for so long that I can't even tell who I am anymore."

"You're Dominique." he shrugged if that explained everything.

She reached over and turned his face towards her. As their eyes locked yet again, she felt a thrill of electricity surge through her. His hand reached up, cupping her chin, a thumb stroking her cheek. She was aware of the other hand holding her lower back delicately, leaving a burning heat behind as it traced patterns. His face drew closer, her eyes fluttered shut as he brushed his lips lightly over her own.

Dominique felt like she was flying again, one hand flew to her mouth, touching in in wonder.

"Dylan?"

"Mmm?"

"I had a crap day without you,"

He chuckled lightly against her neck, his hot breath and warm lips on her collarbone leaving her breathless.

She dipped her head down to meet his warm lips. And as they lay down on the cold, slightly damp grass, she could feel his hand creep into hers. A wide smile graced her features.

Draco Malfoy lay in his hospital breath, coughing and slowly dying. But for some reason that none of the nurses could figure out, he was grinning widely.

"Are you absolutely sure?" he asked his visitor earnestly.

"Absolutely." replied the woman.

It was dark but that didn't stop the maelstrom of emotion that hung around him like a thick blanket. Voices and cries came from the living room. People were rushing in and out carrying piles of towels and bowls of hot water. Draco sat a the kitchen table with his head in his hands, listening to the horrible screaming sounds. He had been refused admittance to the room when there had been the first signs of a problem. When the icy hand had first clamped down on his heart.

But it had been so hard to stay sitting there when his child – children could be dying. It was too much. Draco left his seat and entered the room. People were too preoccupied to notice him slip into the room, and even if they had, there was no way on earth he'd be leaving.

Sometimes he regretted going in there, the images burned into his brain and no matter how had he tried, they would never be gone. His wife lay on the bed, her body convulsing with pain and she screamed. These were the screams that haunted his nightmares, these were the scenes he constantly relived, watching as her life-blood drained away.

The bodies of other humans rushed past in blurs of colour, he felt like he was watching a tape stuck on fast forward, sometimes he felt like it was eternity, at others times, all too fast.

The small bodies of the twins were carted away, he watched them go, looking like pale corpses.

Draco hurried to his wife's side, shocked by how weak her pulse was. He clutched her hand desperately. There was a strong twisting hand on his heart, pulling it in pieces, breaking it. Tears were streaming down his face.

"Astoria," he cried, "don't go. Don't leave me." She didn't respond, her eyes rolled madly and another convulsion shook her.

"Astoria, love. Can you hear me?" he was holding onto her hand as though, if he loosened his grip, she'd slip away.

"Scorpius," she croaked.

He nodded blindly, too many tears were falling, he couldn't see, he couldn't breathe. He took great gasping breaths, forcing the air down his throat. The blood on Astoria's white sheets was spreading rapidly.

A Healer came up to him.

"I'm sorry sir, we managed to save your son but-" he broke off.

Draco could feel it in his chest. He knew what the doctor was about to say.

"The girl- she... I'm sorry."

He felt a powerful ache deep within himself. It was so piercing, like a sword had just been run through his chest. He was in pain, on fire, he was screaming.

Astoria slipped away slowly. He felt it as the last breath left her body. It was a wonder, he hadn't died himself, this pain seemed stronger than anything anyone could ever survive.

He flung back his head and loosed a howl so wild, so utterly, inhumanly grief-stricken that the memory of his still haunted all those present.

He sunk to the ground in grief.

Draco Malfoy's heart had broken and he had finally lost control. For the first time since the war he allowed himself to sob unchecked. All his pain, all his fears, all his memories, they came rolling out.

It was hours before Draco could even breathe properly. He leaned against the wall, still shaking. He had lost his world, lost everything- no, not everything. He still had his son. Still had Scorpius.

"I want to see my son,"

They dutifully brought Scorpius over, avoiding looking at the broken man. When they went home that night, they took their wives, husbands and children in their arms and told them they loved them.

The pain that Draco was in so, so strong, so overwhelming that he wished he would never have to feel again. Wished he could fall asleep and never wake up. The only thing that stopped him doing just that, on that night, was the way his son looked at him. His son who needed him.

When Draco first took Scorpius in his arms, his small baby looked up at him and blinked in a way that was exactly like Astoria. He held the babe close and whispered, "I love you son."

"You know what this means don't you, Dylan?" asked Dominique as they walked to breakfast hand in hand.

"Erm... no?" but he smiled winningly all the same.

"You get to have a chat with my family," she smirked. His faced paled instantly, the smile sliding right off it like treacle tart.

"Oh come on! There's only six of them at Hogwarts! That's only a quarter of them!"

"But they'll hurt me," he whispered in a panicky tone.

"Only a little," she grinned, "Dylan? Earth to Dylan? It was a joke. They'll only ask you a few questions... maybe lock you up." she laughed at the horrified look he sported.

"You twisted, twisted girl." he rolled his eyes.

"If you'd like me to go-" she began, pretending to walk away.

"Wait!" he pulled her close to him and she wrapped her arms around him. Dominique felt his lips stretch up into a smile as she kissed him.

"Right! I'm ready for anything," he exclaimed, acting the mighty prince. But as they entered the Great Hall he ducked quickly behind her, "I'm not ready, I'm not ready!"

"Hel-lo, they're all younger than you," she thought it was cute, how worried he was. In truth, she could easily scare her relatives out of it but it was tradition for the Weasley clan – besides, this was much more fun.

"You're right," he straightened himself out and took her hand, smiling as eyes turned towards them. "I mean, what could they possibly do?"

"Hello," came James's voice. He jumped about a foot in the air. Dominique sniggered. Dylan glared.

"We've been wanting a word," said Fred.

"About my dearest sister," said Louis, standing in front of them, his arms folded menacingly. As the oldest of the Weasley boys, he had taken it upon himself to be the protective one. Fred and James stood at his each side, looking like bodyguards.

"What- how did you-?" spluttered Dylan, perplexed. Dominique had a funny feeling about the fact that Albus wasn't with them. Sure enough, Dylan let out a muffled yelp, and when she turned, she saw Al casually stuffing a sock in his mouth, while Rose and Victoire blindfolded him and tied up his hands. She burst out laughing, the rest of the Hall erupting with her. Dylan's head shot in her direction and levelled a glare at her. Well, what would have been a glare if he hadn't had something covering his eyes and socks stuffed into his mouth. It only succeeded in him looking like a goldfish.

She laughed harder.

"Moor ma mi-id earl omamee!" he tried, sounding slightly amused under all the terror.

Dom grinned at her sister, this was one of those rear moments when the Head Girl showed her fun side - in front of people at least. Victoire just winked at her little sister.

The group cackled merrily as they led the poor boy away.

Just as the they exited Louis called, "If he is deemed worthy, we shall return him in due course!"

The doors slammed shut dramatically. Louis just loved this sort of thing, he revelled in it. His natural habitat, if you would.

The occupants of the Great Hall were still sniggering, even the teachers were trying to hide smiles. Dominique shook her head happily, sometimes she downright loved her family.

"Now!" commanded the voice. Rose pulled off Dylan's blindfold, letting him see where they were. It was a cold stone dungeon, set up exactly like the trials held at the ministry. There had been much debate about where to do this; Fred had been insisted on seating him at a bench and directly a bright light into his face like they do at the Auror office, but Louis just loved to make things theatrical. So it was, down to a Tee.

The walls were lit dimly by flaming torches making the Weasleys all appear in shadow. They had even roped people into sitting in all the high benches to make it seem more foreboding. There were the customary chains on the chair, and all the people present wearing plum coloured robes with little silver 'W's' (transfigured by Victoire).

Louis sat behind the desk while the Head Girl dutifully dipped her quill into an inkwell, preparing to take notes..

Rose was amazed at what the Weasleys could do in one night. She had seen Dylan and Dominique walking back towards the castle together and immediately told the rest of her family, leaving very few hours to organise such a – well, masterpiece.

It wasn't that the males of the family were out to get the boyfriends. They weren't really the sort to try and control people. They would've been happy so long as Dom was, but they just loved messing with people. They had to have their fun, and who was Rose to deny them that?

"Dylan Salem Fletcher?" rang Louis' voice in an attempt to be formidable.

"Erm.. yes?"

"Currently dating Dominique Gabrielle Weasley?"

"Yes,"

"Any previous relationships?"

"Er, sorry?" Rose almost felt sorry for the guy, but this was just too funny.

"Please list your previous relationships and reasons for the annulment,"

"Doesn't annulment mean-"

"Just answer the question!" barked Louis while people sniggered.

"Okay... Er, Hannah?"

"Hannah Baker?" asked Louis, suddenly glowing, "do you think you could put in a good word-"

Rose tried not to laugh, it was so typically Louis to get distracted with girls at a time like this. Even if theatricality was his 'thing'.

"My turn!" interrupted James, "what exactly are your intentions to dear, dear Dominique?"

James eyes gleamed, and Rose could tell he was pleased with himself.

"Er, well, er I.. intend to, you know, be her boyfriend. And erm, yeah."

"And?" Poor, poor Fletcher.

"Well, er, be... good to her and erm cherish her?" he hazarded. James was having a little too much fun watching this boy squirm. Maybe he was a sadist?

Probably.

It was Fred's turn next.

"What are your opinions on Quidditch?" he asked fiercely, narrowing his eyes, though he himself didn't play.

"Quidditch! Good, love it. Good playing... and brooms and things," he spouted, then blushed furiously.

"What's your Quidditch team?"

"Puddlemere United," he answered without hesitation. Fred looked disgusted but James was grinning widely, throwing Louis looks that said 'I told you so'.

Albus looked at Dylan and smirked.

"Do you think she's nice? When you see her in the morning?" Ooh, trick question Dylan. Sneaky Al; he'd have to answer nicely or be considered a jerk, and if he pretended she was 'nice' in the mornings, then they'd think he didn't know much about Dominique. Dylan snorted.

"Oh erm, she's very... expressive,"

Touché, Dylan. Touché.

"What's your favourite thing about her?" Rose asked. Hey, they had to put in cute things too.

"I can't just choose one part of her. Everything she does is so... Dominique. She's funny and beautiful and smart and spontaneous. But I guess my favourite thing would be seeing her smile. " He suddenly realised who he was talking to. His face burned beet red with embarrassment. Louis was pretending to vomit.

Victoire was the last to take her turn, but instead of asking a question, she just said, "Hurt her, you die."
If I were him I be wetting myself, thought Rose . Even she was a little scared by that tone. It seemed sisterly love ran deep.

Dylan nodded furiously, he looked like a bobble head doll.

"All in favour of Dylan dating Dominique, raise your hand. It must be unanimous to be counted," they all raised their hands except James who was eyeing Dylan. Dylan was watching him, terrified. Slowly, James raised his hand, enjoying the power he had.

"Well than, on behalf on the Weasley clan, I say, 'WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!" Louis whacked a wooden hammer down on the bench enthusiastically.

The shadowy figures that they had roped into being there cheered loudly and rushed down to congratulate Dylan. He was raised above their heads, the Weasley's clapping him on the back. They carried him back into the Great Hall just as everyone was finishing breakfast. The woops and cheers grew tenfold as the rest of the student population caught on. Dylan was set down in front on Dominique and – at the chanting of the crowd – dipped her down and kissed her.

"Why do I feel like I'm at a wedding?" she asked, eyes twinkling.

"Please never make me do that again!" he begged. She just smiled and whispered teasingly his ear.

"That's only one fourth of my family, wait until you meet my dad,"

The screams of "NOOO!" travelled halfway to China.

A/N: Ta Da! That took so much effort, I worked all night on it, I hope there aren't any errors. I realise I've been focusing quite a bit on Dylan and Dom but they're just so great that I had to put that in there. I'm not sure about the 'trial' scene, I think I could've done better and I've realised I haven't done much of Scorpius' perspective lately, would you like me to do some more or would it add the the mystery if you didn't know what he was thinking?

Please accept this as making up for when I didn't update for a MONTH! Also, Bethan thingy. What did you think?
Merry Christmas in advance!

And you can all have a cookie and a kiss from Dylan!