Basic Control

Month One

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Rose Weasley. Scorpius Malfoy. 4Th Year had proved correct for their feelings. Being 14 at the time had opened up a different world. Hormones. Attractions. Quickened heart beats.

"Scorpius, Scorpius, Scorpius." She had gotten into the terrible habit of repeating his name. The habit only made him turn his lips up into a smile much more often than he already did. It had been two years since their graduation from Hogwarts. Hearts still raced. Blood still burned beneath pale skin.

Here they were, in a home. Family hadn't approved. Mostly his. Rose had let her dreams loose the day she fell in love. Her intentions were to be at home. Always there to welcome him into her arms. He took care of her.

"Your eyes are my favorite part of you." Butterflies fluttered inside of her stomach. Her hand fell onto his cheek. The fire flared up inside of the fireplace, a light heat flowing throughout the sitting room. Her gaze fell into his eyes. Heart stopped. Melted by the fire.

"I don't have a favorite part of you, Rosie. I love all of you equally." His voice was smooth. It held passion. They were alone. He had respected her wishes. Virginity until married.

Her family's wishes. Her morals. However, the night served as a moment to celebrate.

Rose waved her left hand in front of his Grey eyes. His lips touched her fourth finger delicately. He then kissed each slender finger, leaving them each tingling.

They had been in love for years. Names carved onto hearts. Lives already planned out. The ring, line with sapphires the color of her eyes, had only served as a physical proclamation.

With the heat of the room and the fire from her heart, she allowed him to finally grant her wishes.

Bliss. Harmony. Forever life changing.

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Overloaded. Swamped. Whichever way the eye saw it, it never changed. Her heart fluttered each time a movement came from outside. He was always running late. Work had always pushed him into over-time.

The table was her constant sitting area. The same chair everyday. Feet pulled to her chest. Crimson curls falling down her shoulders. Sometimes, in a heap upon her head. Ocean eyes searching nervously. A different time.

The past few days had gone in a blur to Rose. Each morning was the same thing. Waking early. Head throbbing. Pulse racing. Stomach churning. Then she would get sick. For several minutes. Scorpius would already be gone.

She had confronted him the night she had grown tired early. "I feel like there's something terribly wrong, Scorp." Her eyes were frantic. "Victoire had a bug when she visited last week. If I caught it, I need to treat it." His hands stroked her cheek, calming her heart.

"That's it, love. It's the bug and the worry. My job isn't anything to worry about." He played Quidditch. Professionally. Practices ran late...always. More so then than they had. They were worked hard. Put in dangerous situations. 'Anything could happen in a game. Might as well prepare for it in practice'. The Captain's theory.

"I have no practice next week. I'll take you and have you looked at." He had agreed to escort her since she had grown rather pale and weak. The frequent vomiting had taken its toll. In the midst of a nod, her eyes grew wide and she sprinted from the kitchen to the bathroom once more.

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Written for 'The Pondering Parenthood" Challenge by Eirinn Croi. There will be 10 one-shot chapters. Only 1 a day. Reviews are always accepted :D

Disclaimer: I do not own the challenge OR Rose/Scorpius. I do however, own the beautiful words in which you read ;)