Ooh, note at A/N at the start this time! Thought I'd switch it up a bit, you know, keep you on your toes. ;) No, just kidding. It just seemed to work better here. Thank you for sticking it out till the end, I have been a bit lax with these updates, I'm sorry! I hope this makes up for it. Leave me a little review if you like! Or a big one, you choose. Much love to you all! :) xx -K

Ginny Potter looked up from her mug of tea at the sound of an insistent tapping on the kitchen window. A bedraggled looking owl stood on the sill, soaked through and attempting to shelter from the torrential downpour that had unleashed itself earlier that morning, and not let up since.

It was two days after the match at Hogwarts, Saturday morning, and Ginny's head was a little clearer. She'd had time to think, and had come to some sort of reluctant conclusion. Albus was entitled to love whomever he liked, and if that person was Scorpius Malfoy, then so be it.

The decision had not come about through lack of thinking, however, and Ginny rubbed her still-tired eyes, and regretted not staying in bed for a while longer. Three hours of sleep was simply not enough to comfortably get by on, but there was no helping that now.

She stood up from the table and opened the window and the owl flew inside at once, cocking its head appreciatively. Taking the letter gently from the owl's beak, she tore open the plain white envelope and started to read.

Dear Mrs Potter,

I would like to thank you for what you did on Thursday. In any other circumstance I would be unwilling to let people fight my battles for me, but what you did was both helpful and hilariously funny. I hope this means that you give Albus and I your blessing, because in all honesty, I don't know what I would do without Al. Your son is absolutely fantastic, but I'm sure you don't need me to tell you that.

I can promise you that I'll love him as much and probably more as any girl, and that I will do my best to make him happy. I know that, at such a young age, it is foolish to promise further ahead than the foreseeable future, but I really do think that I will love him for as long as I live. It would mean a great deal to me, and to Al, if you would accept us as a couple.

Thank you once again, both for hexing that Ravenclaw and for raising such a brilliant son.

Yours sincerely,

Scorpius Malfoy

Ginny felt a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she read through the letter. When she had finished, she placed it down on the table and leaned back in her chair. The door swung open and a sleepy looking Harry entered the kitchen, taking up position against the counter on one side of the room.

"Morning, Gin. Did you sleep ok? I woke up to an empty bed this morning."

Ginny sighed. "Not really. I couldn't stop thinking about Al…"

"Look, Gin, I really do think you need to-"

But Ginny cut him off. "I know, I need to accept it. And I think I have. After two night's tossing and turning over it, I think I've come to terms with it."

Harry looked a little taken aback.

"Really? But I thought-"

But he didn't get very far before Ginny cut in again.

"Scorpius Malfoy, I am pleased to say, does not bare much resemblance to his father at that age, apart from his looks. Draco was, and probably still is, a right git. As well as Draco, I cannot forgive Lucius for what he did concerning Tom Riddle's diary, but that doesn't mean I should take it out on his grandson. Besides, Lucius is dead and buried, along with the past. We shouldn't keep turning it over. If Al likes him, he can't be all bad."

Harry nodded slowly.

"So, the reason you flipped out a little back there was because you thought Scorpius was like Draco?"

Ginny hung her head a little, and nodded. "It was wrong to assume, I know."

Harry smiled affectionately. "I can see why you did though. And the important thing now is that you let Albus know that he needn't worry any longer."

Ginny nodded and then held Scorpius' letter out to Harry. "This came this morning. It did make me smile, I have to admit."

Harry took the letter and read it over, smiling broadly by the end of it.

"Well, you needn't fear Scorpius is anything like Draco. This letter pretty much says it all."

Ginny laughed and stood up, putting her now empty tea mug into the sink.

"I'll write back, and I'll also write to Al and let him know that I'm sorry."

Harry nodded and moved from his position at the counter to one of the chairs around the table.

"That's a good idea." And as Ginny made to leave to fetch a piece of parchment and a quill, he smiled. "I'm proud of you, Gin."

Ginny just pulled a face and slipped out of the door. Her head appeared back around it a second later, and there was a devilish glint in her eye.

"Oh and Harry, at least now you're not the only one who had an obsession with a Malfoy."

As she disappeared around the door again, Harry yelled after her.

"That was one year, Gin! One year! And he really was up to something, in case you'd forgotten!"

Halfway down the hallway, Ginny grinned to herself.

Sprawled out on the rug in front of the Slytherin common room fireplace, Al and Scorpius had grown bored of their game of chess and were now lying on their sides, gazing into the flames. It had been a pretty boring Saturday, filled with restless indoor energy from not being allowed outside due to the rain, and the energy had been put to use on quite a lot of kissing where Al and Scorpius were concerned. It was evening now, and for no apparent reason Scorpius was feeling pretty content with life as he knew it.

Students were scattered around the room, playing repeated games of exploding snap and, when chess grew boring, placing the pieces in opposing squares just to watch them destroy each other.

Scorpius was watching Al out of the corner of his eye, taking in the way his lips were slightly parted and his eyes grew sleepy as he watched the flames dance. As he watched, Al opened his mouth wider as if to say something, and then closed it again.

"What?"

Al jumped slightly. "What, what?"

"You were going to say something, I know it."

With a wry smile, Al replied, "Not much gets past you, does it."

Grinning, Scorpius shook his head.

Al sighed. "I dunno, I was just thinking…"

"Oh no, that's never good," Scorpius teased.

Al reached a hand across and slapped his arm gently, and Scorpius caught it and placed a kiss on the back of his knuckles. Al blushed furiously but didn't pull his hand away.

His eyes flicked to the letter on the low table beside the rug, and Scorpius reached for it. His eyes scanned it for the umpteenth time this afternoon, and he smiled at Al.

"You can stop worrying, you know. There's no hidden meaning in it. She's fine with it, it's fine, we're fine, everything's fine."

Al smiled and rolled onto his back. "No, I'm not worried. I was just thinking how well things turned out, considering."

Scorpius smirked. "What, considering you're dating a Malfoy?"

Al laughed. "Yeah, something like that."

There was a short pause, and then Scorpius said, "We should write a book."

Rolling back onto his side, a quizzical expression on his face, Al looked at Scorpius. "A book? What about?"

"We could call it, The Albus and Scorpius Guide for Telling People."

Al laughed out loud, and then reached forward to flick a piece of fringe out of Scorpius' eyes.

"But then everyone would know our secrets."

"True. Maybe someday, then. When we're old and grey and still madly in love, we'll write that book. That way everyone will know our story. Everyone will know how much I love you."

Albus, for not the first time in his time knowing Scorpius Malfoy, didn't know what to say.

He swallowed thickly and nodded, his cheek moving against the rug, body warm from the fire.

"Yeah, Scor. We'll write that book."

And do you know what?

They did.