"So I was thinking that next weekend we should head to Zonko's first, because I still have to get Lizzie a birthday present to mail back home–"

"Er, Marissa," I started, not sure how to say what had to come next.

I know you want me to help you pick out gifts for your ten-year-old sister, but remember that guy we hate? Scorpius Malfoy? Well we've kind of hooked up twice and then he asked me to Hogsmeade, so I'm going with him.

Yeah. Right. She'd probably send me to be examined for head trauma at St. Mungo's.

"Hang on a second, Rose, I just want to make sure I don't forget anything. So then after Zonko's, we can go to the Three Broomsticks, and then maybe do some more shopping."

"Marissa… I—I sort of have a date."

"Oh," her eyes widened. "That's alright. I'll bring Melody instead. Or maybe Delilah. But don't worry about it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, of course. It'll be good for you. You've been so riled up about all the Malfoy stuff – oh, damn, I've only got five minutes until Ancient Runes. See you in Transfiguration."

"See you," I answered.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Marissa exclaimed. "Who asked you out?"

This was it. The moment of truth. "Scorpius Malfoy," I mumbled.

"What the f—"

I interrupted her with something remarkably intelligent along the lines of, "He's… we're… yeah."

"Merlin," she muttered. "Are you serious?"

"Er, yes?"

For once in her life, Marissa actually appeared to be at a loss for words, until she finally managed to force out, "Your father is going to kill you."

I could barely concentrate all through herbology, even though Neville – sorry, Professor Longbottom – continually corrected my technique of extracting venom from the Venomous Tentacula in Greenhouse Three. I knew that if I didn't focus I was going to be sent to the hospital wing, again, but somehow I couldn't bring myself to care.

I had Scorpius to think about, and Hogsmeade. I was starting to notice that Scorpius had a way of clouding over my thoughts to the point that herbology just didn't seem important anymore.

And when class ended and I caught up with him on the way to transfiguration and he took my hand in his like he didn't care that we were quite possibly the most controversial couple in the history of Hogwarts (unless you were one of the idiots who actually believed the rumors about Moaning Myrtle and Professor Binns), I smiled.

"You know," he said, bending down so he could whisper into my ear, "This is a lot easier than pretending to hate each other."

"Just because you were running out of witty insults—"

"I never run out of witty insults," he said. "I just choose when to use them."

"Translation: you were running out."

"Translation: me, you, room of requirement tonight and I'll show you what I've been spending time thinking about instead of those 'witty insults' you think I'm running out of."

Merlin's pants, did he just imply what I think he did? But, unfortunately, I had to put a damper on those thoughts.

"As much as I'd love to," I said, "We have an essay to write for McGonagall that's due next week. And we barely have an outline."

"Library, then?" he asked.

I nodded.

Then he led me into the classroom. There was a lot of whispering, probably because we were still holding hands, but I could ignore it. What I couldn't ignore was the look on McGonagall's face – eyebrows raised almost to her hairline and her mouth literally fell open.

She recovered quickly and began her lesson on turning teacups into frogs, but not before Scorpius could squeeze my hand a little tighter and smile. At me.

EPILOGUE:

"Absolutely not."

"But, Rose—"

"No," I say, insistent. "We are not naming our daughter Pleione."

"It's a family tradition," Scorpius starts to say, but I interrupt him.

"To name kids after stars. I know, love, but that doesn't mean we have to punish our daughter before she's even born. You of all people should know why names are so important."

He ignores that last comment. "Why are you so certain it's going to be a girl, anyway?"

"I'm not. But we've already agreed on Sirius for a boy."

"Like Sirius is any better than Pleione."

"It's a million times better," I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him lightly on the cheek. "Because my parents won't kill you for it. I wouldn't kill you for it, either."

"The real Sirius is probably throwing a fit in the afterlife, though, since there's going to be a Sirius Malfoy walking around."

"Which might be the biggest oxymoron on the planet, I know."

After a while, Scorpius says reluctantly, "Fine. No Pleione. How about Maia? That's a star."

"Maia," I say, trying it out. "Yeah, I can live with that."

"Sirius for a boy, Maia for a girl," he announces. "So, do you want to write that to our parents?"

"That's alright, you can do it. I feel a little bit of morning sickness coming on."

"No fair. You get out of everything, just because you're pregnant," Scorpius complains.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you, Scorp? All's fair in love and war."

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A/N:

This took entirely too long to post, I know, and I apologize PROFUSELY. But this is the end. This fic is FINALLY complete.

I was originally considering including Rose and Scorpius telling their respective parents about their relationship, but you've all read that before in almost every other RxS fic out there and besides, it's just not that interesting. You can imagine it for yourselves, if you would really like. I'm sure everyone has a great image of Ron's reaction. In my opinion, one of Rose's cousins (probably James) would find it funny to write home before Rose could tell her parents, but who knows.

I was going to post this chapter as two separate chapters, but both are on the short side, so I decided to just lump them together.

I would love to think everyone who read this, who reviewed, who followed it even through the huge gaps in which I didn't post anything for months at a time. Thanks, everyone, and I hope to write more in the future… But judging by my habit of not updating at any regular rate, I should probably stick to one-shots. So expect some of those.

Thanks again, everyone. It's been fun.

~dancinginthesunlight