Disclaimer: Do not own Rose or Scorpius or any characters related to the HP universe-I own only the ones whom I've made up myself and integrated into the fandom.

Rated M for language.

Set somewhere between Wilhelm and Four Times Rose Sent Her Children to Hogwarts

A Vacation to Remember

"Now are you absolutely sure you'll be okay? And again, I'm so sorry for the short notice Dom-it's just that I had no one else to floo and-"

Dominique Weasley put her hands upon her cousin's shoulder. She studied her closely, a smile playing across her face.

"Don't worry Rose! I can handle a couple kids. I do happen to have one at home right now you know."

Rose scoffed.

"That's the point Dom-you only have one. And it's not even yours, it's Lorcan and Susanna Longbottoms! You just see her on the days he has them. Maybe this is a bad idea..."

The bad idea that Rose was and had been thinking of was taking a vacation. Scorpius had whole bunch of extra vacation days that he hadn't used up. So he popped the question of going on a "road trip" across Eastern Europe. Rose had immediately said yes. While she loved her family life, it had been a long time since she had experienced anything romantically related. Unless you counted the times Malfoy tired to have sex with her.

He had been serious about the road trip business too. They wouldn't be apparating or flooing around. Scorpius had somehow managed to get a "Ministry sanctioned" muggle style car.

Dom's jaw dropped, and she put her hands on her hips. "Rose! I help take care of her when he has her! I've...changed her diaper before!"

"I don't know...SCORPIUS!" she turned and screamed down the hall. He came rushing around the corner.

"What? Did something happen-" he looked around quickly, perhaps thinking something had happened to one of their children. When he saw no sign he gave his wife a hard look.

"What the fuck Rose, I thought something had happened to-bloody hell, nevermind. What is it?"

Rose gave her husband a sullen look before asking, "I don't know if I should go."

"Rosieee!" Scorpius whined, throwing his head back in exasperation.

"We've already been through this-Dom knows how to handle children, your parents will stop by every chance they get, my parents will stop by every chance they get, and I am not going on vacation without you! Or with anyone else for that matter!"

At this point, he had one delicate wrist in his hand. Rose glared at the offending limb before bringing her eyes up to his face.

"I just don't think Wilhelm is ready-" she started in a slow and menacing matter.

Scorpius scowled at her, his eyes flashing angrily.

"No. I don't care, Wilhelm is THREE YEARS OLD now. He's old enough to not break at the slightest fall! Cass and Dahlia will be here too, and you KNOW River won't hesitate to help Dom with him. They may be nine, but that doesn't mean they're helpless!"

Roses face had been steadily turning redder during his spiel, and now it was a deep angry red. It clashed horribly with her hair.

She opened her mouth to say something, mouth turned down into a snarl.

"No," Scorpius interuppted her.

"Now get your fucking bags, and put them in the trunk. We're leaving, and that's it. I don't get any more vacation days and I'm not going to waste half a days worth of them about whether or not you're coming."

Rose glared at her husband, nostrils flaring dangerously before she finally stooped down and grabbed her bags roughly by the handles. She then litterally shoved past her husband and made her way out the kitchen door.

Dom and Malfoy stood there for several seconds before Dom whistled loudly.

"Damn, Malfoy. You really have tamed the beast, you know that?"

Malfoy snorted and replied, "Tame? No. I just know how to make her so angry she can do nothing but agree."

With that he turned and followed after his fiery wife.

The plan was simple: 4 to 5 weeks of vacation time with her spouse (Scorpius hadn't had a day off since before Rose had had Wilhelm-which was three years ago. Since Scorpius was fairly high up in the ministry, they decided to give her husband extended vacation time. It was quite nice of them).

The idea was to travel to both wizarding and muggle cities. The first stop on their trip was the muggle town of Reykjavik, followed by muggle Crete, wizarding Glasgow, wizarding and muggle Istanbul, proceeded by Amsterdam, Prague, Barcelona and finally, Paris.

It sounded like a lot of places in a short amount of time, but the idea really appealed to Rose. She did want to leave her life of cleaning, cooking, changings, boo boos, vomit, bed wettings, squabblings, arguments and struggles, if only for a while.

She loved her kids, really she did. But fuck-she had EIGHT of them. And even with another parent around, it was quite hard on her to keep up with them all.

There were a couple things about the trip that Rose wasn't sure of, which included the fact that they were using an actual car.

Well, not an actual car-one that had been designed by and for the wizarding community. After the defeat of Voldemort, more muggles knew of the wizarding world than ever before. It really emphasized the repercussions that the Dark Lord had brought with him. The largest number of muggle deaths at the hands of dark magic hadn't been that high since the era of Grindelwald.

Knowing this knowledge, the Ministry had started producing cars that responded to magic, so wizards could blend in more with muggles.

It reminded Rose of the story her father had told her about the year Harry and he flew to Hogwarts in a Ford Anglia.

The ministry produced only three styles of cars. There were the van types, the classic four doors and then a flashier one anyone wanting some pizazz.

The cars were all magically bewitched to respond to the owners voice-you could turn it on and off, set speed, tell it where to drive you without needing directions. There were no pedals or wheel to actually steer. They had put a wheel in however, not just for the sake of blending in, but also if something went wrong, you would be able to steer.

The thing about bewitching cars though, was that the magic was still experimental. The act of putting a spell on a car so it could drive itself (and even fly-which Roses grandfather had complained loudly about how he had been fined 50 Galleons for doing the very same thing) caused the car to become a bit...sentient.

The car that her husband had bought was one of those long, sleek flashy ones-trunk magically expanded to fit all of their luggage. It was cherry red, and sunlight had glinted when she saw it. Rose remembers circling around to the front of the car to get a better look.

Scorpius had told her the car model was called the Christine 34M-34th model of the Christine series. She had smiled and went to put her hand on the hood of the car when it had turned itself on and almost seemed to growl at her. The revving of the engine startled her good.

"What the fuck?" she yelped, jumping back. Scorpius had paled before shouting "OFF!" The car had seemed to shrink from his voice and promptly turned itself off.

"The hell, Malfoy?" she asked angrily.

Her husband had just shrugged and told her in a sheepish voice, "Sorry. It's that spell they got on it. I think she knows I'm the one in charge. Prolly just thought you were going to steal her or something."

"She?"

He hadn't responded, and instead shrugged before walking away. Rose hadn't wasted anymore time being by herself with the machine.

Things since had gotten better with the car. It didn't rev threateningly, but Rose sometimes found her passenger door would lock itself when she needed to get in, or even out.

Rose hoped it wouldn't do it during the trip.

Really, all she needed was to be locked in a car for several hours at a time with her husband and it wouldn't take too long before she murdered him.

This is the first chapter in another multi-chaptered fic. It's going to be mainly Rose and Scorpius centric, with emphasis on their tangible and sometimes chaotic relationship. There will be a couple of surprises in this story too-many that I'm sure you guys will enjoy!