A/N Most characters and settings belong to JK Rowling. Some are created off of the top of my head! I'm SO SO SO SO SO sorry for being to M.I.A. I've had a lot going on. I'll try to update more! I promise!

"Well, this is quite awkward" Henry mumbled, trying to straighten the collar of his shirt.

"Oh! Do you know each other?" Rose asked, completely unaware of relation between her fiancé and Devon's, well, bud.

"Urm, Scorpius and I work together, actually. I was just going to call you about some-" Henry started, but Scorpius cut him off, barely making eye contact.

"No business now. Save it for Monday."

Apparently the conversation was over, because Scorpius moved around Devon and Henry and made a beeline for the bedroom.

"Well Henry, it was great meeting you!" Rose said cheerfully, patting Devon on the shoulder as she followed Scorpius.

"GOD THAT WAS SO BLOODY AWKWARD!" He screamed into a pillow.

"I know, Scor. But at least we know who he's having…relations…with" Rose knew that she wasn't being comforting, but she was just as uncomfortable as he was. How awkward was that! She hated being out of the loop and she just stood there like an idiot. Blah!

"Love, I'd rather I didn't know. Ugh I need a shower." And, like a two year old, he stomped his way to the bathroom. Rose considered joining him but she knew deep down that today wasn't the day. It was too weird. No sex yet, especially when Devon was just doing it on her couch. Ew! The thought made her shudder.

Later on, after Devon left with Henry, she and Scorpius were sitting on the couch eating ice cream. Scor was watching some muggle sport where they whack sticks with balls and run to little squares on the field, which seemed quite boring to Rose. She liked the football that her dad liked, not this ball-stick sport. She was too busy reading a book, this one about something called "The Hunger Games". Scorpius kept twisting her hair around his finger absentmindedly, and she wanted to cuddle up to him so bad, but interrupting him during sports basically meant cranky Scor for a week. Surprisingly, though, he started the conversation. Apparently ball-stick was boring to him too.

"So, other than our awkward thingy today, how was your daaaay?"

She giggled like a schoolgirl, loving the good mood he was in.

"It was good. I planned my wedding! Or, some of it."

A shocked expression came upon his gorgeous face.

"You have a fiancé! Is he going to be home soon? Am I taller than him? Is he strong?" he nuzzled her neck playfully, dropping a few kisses.

"Yes, I do. No, he's not going to be home soon. No, you're not taller than him. And yes, he's quite fit. See, he played quidditch at Hogwarts and his figure is just to die for."

Scorpius nodded seriously, stroking his chin as if he had a beard. Which he didn't. Rose made him shave religiously, as she hated beards. Ugh, they reminded her of Hagrid, and, as much as she loved Hagrid, she did not want to kiss him.

"So, you have some competition."

"Yes I do. Let me prove to you that I'm better than your silly fiancé." He suddenly took her in his arms and led her to the bedroom, laying her softly on their bed. He looked down at her, hair spread over the pillows, and a lovely flush was working its way up her cheeks making her look like a blooming rose. He really was the luckiest bloke ever.

"I love you"

She smiled wide, reaching up to give him a kiss.

"I love you too. But don't tell my fiancé"