Sorry it took me a bit to get this one on here...


“Ruthie, this is the last time I’ll ask you, I promise,” George said sheepishly as he took the seat beside her on the living room couch.

“Fine,” Ruthie grumbled.

“You’re absolutely, one hundred percent sure?” he asked seriously.

Ruthie sighed. “Yes, Dad, for the last time, I’m positive!” Ruthie said exasperatedly.

“Okay, okay,” he said, putting his hands in the air in surrender, “just checking…again.”

“Mmmm,” she said vaguely as her attention went back to the TV.

“What’s wrong, Ruthie?” George asked anxiously.

“I’m nervous… What if he changes his mind?”

“He’s not,” George said softly.

Ruthie eyed him suspiciously. It was a known fact that whenever he spoke of Scorpius, his tone was never soft. “How do you know?”

“Because he’s crazy about you. Even I can’t deny that,” George sighed.

“Thanks, Daddy,” Ruthie said as she scooted over on the couch and snuggled up into his side. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, squeezing them gently.

“Are you ready for the big day tomorrow?” he asked somewhat cheerfully.

“No,” Ruthie groaned. “At least I have my vows finished though,” she sighed.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. I wasn’t ready either the night before I married your Mum,” he chuckled.

“What do you mean?” Ruthie asked curiously.

“Everything just kept going through my head—all the fights we’d had, all the boyfriends she went through, the girlfriends I went through… I was second guessing everything. And then Fred slapped me across the face and told me to get a hold on myself.” George started chortling as he remembered that night.

“And then what? You just snapped out of it? If you’re thinking about slapping me, then I’m out of here,” Ruthie said as she struggled to get free. George laughed, holding her tightly.

“I’m not going to slap you. After he slapped me, I thought of all the good times. I remembered why I fell in love with her in the first place. I remembered our first kiss and dance and just everything. And I knew that I wanted to spend Forever with her,” George said softly.

“And Always,” Emily whispered from the doorway. She was leaning against the frame, her arms crossed against her chest and a small smile upon her face. George grinned, getting up from the couch.

He held out his arms and Emily melted into his body. He kissed the top of her red curls as her arms tightened around his middle. Ruthie smiled from the couch as she pictured her and Scorpius doing the same thing in twenty years.

***

“Wow, you look beautiful, sweetheart,” George murmured as he made his way over to Ruthie. Ruthie smiled as he kissed her cheek.

“Thanks, Daddy,” she whispered.

Ruthie’s dress was a silky silver strapless gown with a dipped neckline. The dress was splashed with beaded embellishments and the skirt gently spilled down at the waist, finishing with an overlapping train. Her black hair was styled in loose curls and made into a loose bun. Her curly bangs framed her pale face. The purple flower in her hair matched the purple flowers in her hand and all of the bridesmaid dresses, not to mention all of the guys’ vests. Standing next to George, Ruthie was almost the same height as him from her strappy wedding shoes. The rhinestone detail going up the foot was the exact shade of her purple flowers. Her toenails were also painted the deep purple to match.

“Ruthie, how did you grow up so fast? It feels like just yesterday that we were sending you off to Hogwarts for the first time,” George murmured.

“Time flies when you’re having fun,” Ruthie grinned.

“I guess so,” he mumbled before turning his attention to everyone. “Alright, ladies, it’s time to get this show on the road,” George said loudly. Ruthie started breathing heavily and George turned to grin at her.

“Everything is going to be perfect,” George promised. Ruthie nodded, giving him a small smile. She glanced around the large tent that was put up right near the Quidditch Pitch of Hogwarts.

Her Bridesmaids were all lining up—Leslie, Amelia, Rose, and Lily. Her baby sister, Emma, is the flower girl, so she lined up last. All of her bridesmaids wore a dark purple, jersey knit dress that clung to their figures, giving them magnificent curves. The skirt drops, creating a drapery around their legs. There is a small opening in the front, allowing the shoes to peer through. All of their shoes were made of silk satin with rhinestone straps. They are the exact shade of Ruthie’s silver gown. The straps around the foot are braided and sparkly to give it a delicate and girly feel. Their hair, like Ruthie’s, was pulled back in a loose, curly bun. The crystal hair vine on both sides of the bun was also died silver to match Ruthie’s dress.

Ruthie looked back at George; he was staring at her, his eyes glazed over. “What are you thinking about, Daddy?” she whispered.

“I’m not sure, I just feel like I’m losing my baby girl,” he whispered, a frown upon his face. Ruthie gave him a small smile.

“I’ll always be Daddy’s little girl,” Ruthie whispered. George smiled slightly as she took his hand. “Besides, I’m not your baby girl, Emma is,” she chuckled.

“She better stay that way,” he mumbled.

Ruthie leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed her father on the cheek, just like she used to do when she was little and kissed him goodnight. George let a tear escape and she wiped it away. “Don’t cry, Daddy,” she whispered.

“I’ll try my best, Ruthie,” he smiled. Ruthie grinned and gave him a hug. He kissed the top of her black, silky curls.


The next post will be the wedding/reception... What do you think?

That was amazing!! (man, I feel like I'm saying the same thing everytime!..) Anyways it was very nice, and clever

Aww how cute! Can't wait for Scorpius to see her

Hello Emily. Very nice and well written chapter. I loved the look back of George and Emily's like the way they had the fights and the make ups. I loved Emily watching and listening silently till the very end and her contribution to the conversation, just to let us know she was thinking the same as George. I love the looks of the wedding dress and the purple flowers. I'm sure she'll look beautiful with her pale complexion and her black curly hair.
Great chapter Emily. I'll be watching for your next.

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Ruthie peeked out of the curtains of the tent as all of her bridesmaids left. Leslie paired up with a grinning James, Scorpius’s best man. Amelia met up with Teddy, while Rose paired up with Hugo and Lily paired up with Albus. Ruthie gently gave Emma a nudge, and her seven year old sister was off, only to meet up with her twin brother, Geoffrey. From this view, Scorpius was not in sight, but Ruthie knew he was waiting for her in the exact spot where they had their first kiss. It was going to be the exact spot where Ruthie and Scorpius shared their first kiss as man and wife.

Ruthie and George couldn’t see much from where they stood, waiting for their music to sound. They could see the back of some people’s heads and the figures of the wedding party. All of the chairs were shining silver with a single dark purple carpet running up the aisle in the middle of the marquee. Small circular bowls of dark purple flowers were bobbing in midair all over the marquee. Ruthie smiled as she and George were cued with their song.

She slipped her arm through his and he patted her hand. She side glanced at him and his reassuring smile.

“Don’t let me trip,” she whispered. George chuckled as they walked through the curtains of their tent and started toward the marquee. Paul Brandt’s sweet voice filled the bright field.

I’ve seen the storm clouds in your past
But rest assured ‘cause you are safe
At home at last
I rescued you, you rescued me
And we’re right where we should be
When we’re together

Ruthie smiled and soaked in the sun as she made a huge wrap around and finally turned to walk down the center aisle. George clutched at her hand tighter, leading her through the open frame of the tent.

I know the questions in your mind
But go ahead and ask me one more time
You’ll find the answer’s still the same
It won’t change from day to day
For worse or better

Ruthie and George walked slowly down the long aisle. Her eyes met Scorpius’s and he smirked at her. She grinned back and had the sudden urge to run down the aisle to get to him. The only drawback of a huge family—you have to invite them all to the wedding. And that means more chairs, which means the aisle is longer. George held her arm tightly, knowing her thoughts already. She held back the urge to hit him in the gut and run for it. Instead, she focused on Scorpius and getting to him without falling. Her favorite part of the song came up as she came across the halfway mark of the aisle.

Will I promise to be your best friend?
And am I here until the end?
Can I be sure I have been waiting for you?
And did I say my love is true?
Baby, I will, I am, I can, I have, I do

Ruthie’s tears welled up in her eyes and started leaking over as she thanked her guardian angels for watching over her and bringing her to the man in front of her.

I know the time will disappear
But this love we’re building on will always be here
No way that this is sinking sand
On this solid rock we’ll stand forever

Will I promise to be your best friend?
And am I here until the end?
Can I be sure I have been waiting for you?
And did I say my love is true?
Baby, I will, I am, I can, I have, I do

George kissed Ruthie’s cheek and left to sit beside his wife after placing Ruthie’s hands in Scorpius’s. He gently wiped away her tears as the last verse came to an end.

Baby, I will, I am, I can, I have
Oh, I will, I am, I can, I have
Baby, I will, I am, I can, I have, I do

Ruthie and Scorpius stared wordlessly at each other as everyone sat down. The Minister walked forward and came to a stop in front of them, a small book in his pallid hands. He smiled at the glowing couple, but they took no notice of him because they were too wound up in each other.

“We are gathered here today, to join these two beautiful souls in holy matrimony,” the Minister began. Ruthie inhaled the sweet air around her quickly as Scorpius tightened his grip on her hands. The Minister carried on with the gathering words and the role of marriage in their lives. Ruthie stared deep into Scorpius’s gray eyes as more tears lapped over her lids. Scorpius’s eyes were warm and soft as they stared right through her and into her heart and soul.

“Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy?” the Minister asked softly to wake them from their reveries of each other. “Do you take Ruthie Ginerva Weasley to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor her, and keep her in sickness and in health, for better and for worse, remaining faithful to her as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” he said gently as he gazed at her. Ruthie smiled wider at him.

“And do you, Ruthie Ginerva Weasley, take Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor him, and keep him in sickness and in health, for better and for worse, remaining faithful to him as long as you both shall live?” the Minister asked her.

Ruthie was already nodding slightly before the Minister could even finish, causing Scorpius and nearly everyone else to chuckle. “I do,” she promised.

“Repeat after me,” the Minister told Scorpius after Geoffrey and Emma brought the rings to them. “I, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, take you, Ruthie Ginerva Weasley,” the Minister began.

“I, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, take you, Ruthie Ginerva Weasley,” Scorpius said quietly.

“To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse,” the Minister continued.

“To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse,” Scorpius repeated.

“For richer or for poorer, in sickness, and in health, to love and to cherish, until death may do us part,” the Minister finished.

“For richer or for poorer, in sickness, and in health, to love and to cherish, until death may do us part,” Scorpius finished as he placed the wedding band on her left ring finger. He smiled his breathtaking smile and her heart skipped a beat.

“Ruthie, repeat after me,” the Minister told her. “I, Ruthie Ginerva Weasley, take you, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.”

“I, Ruthie Ginerva Weasley, take you, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy,” Ruthie said barely above a whisper through the clump in her throat.

“To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse…”

“To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse,” she repeated.

“For richer or for poorer, in sickness, and in health, to love and to cherish, until death may do us part,” he finished.

“For richer or for poorer, in sickness, and in health, to love and to cherish, until death may do us part,” Ruthie whispered as she slipped Scorpius’s wedding band on his left ring finger, binding him to her for life. He retook her hands tightly in his and took a half step closer to her, a tear escaping his own eye.

“I now pronounce you man and wife,” the Minister smiled. “You may now kiss your bride,” he said, but he was too late. Scorpius had already pulled her over to him the rest of the way and his lips were already crushing against hers. They kissed their first kiss as man and wife in the very spot they had first kissed as boyfriend and girlfriend.

Ruthie’s arms locked around his neck as his tightened around her waist. Her soft lips caressed his as he picked her off the ground and spun them around. Wrapped up in their own little bubble of love, the happy couple didn’t realize the crowd clapping, whistling, and even one coughing from the front row. Scorpius cupped Ruthie’s cheek in his left hand, his newly acquired ring glinting in the sun. He pulled back and whispered, “I love you, Ruthie Ginerva Malfoy.”

Ruthie grinned at her new name. “I love you too, Mr. Malfoy,” she whispered. “You’ve been dying to say that, haven’t you?” she giggled. He laughed lightly, winking at her.

“Ladies and gentlemen, family and friends, I would like to present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Scorpius Malfoy,” the Minister announced at large to everyone in the marquee. Ruthie and Scorpius Malfoy turned to face the crowd and started down the narrow aisle that became more and more narrow as their loved ones flooded the purple carpet. Their parents were the first ones to them, siblings and other relatives following shortly after.

The reception was also in the Quidditch Pitch, right where they had said I do. They rearranged the chairs and brought out small round tables to situate around the bright, white tent. Ruthie and Scorpius were glued to each other the entire time, not leaving each other’s side. After chatting with a few friends, Scorpius pulled her aside.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Mrs. Malfoy?” Scorpius whispered in her ear as he kissed her neck.

“Very much so, hubby,” she chuckled.

“So, I told you so,” he laughed.

“What exactly did you tell me?” she asked in confusion.

“That stressing out over this was ridiculous. And everything is perfect,” he whispered.

“Mmmm, I don’t believe you ever told me the former, but you are right about the latter,” she whispered. Scorpius chuckled lightly, winding his arms tightly around her waist. He kissed her forehead as her hands cupped his cheeks. She lightly kissed his lips and then pulled back to look at him.

“I’m so glad I wished for you,” he whispered as he leaned his forehead against hers.

“I wished for you too,” she confessed. “And I couldn’t be happier.”


Okie dokie, so this wedding is long and it's still not over. Disclaimer: The song I Do is performed by Paul Brandt, and I think he may have written it, but I'm not certain because I can't find it anywhere. =/
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Ahhh Emily. I just realised I hadn't commented on your last post!
I'm sorry Dear! But may I take this oppertunity to tell you how amazing her dress was!
I love it!
And at the very end- that was so sweet!
Good song choice too!
Soph xx

I couldn't be happier!! It felt like I was in the wedding watching it!! Woow soo sweet, and pretty witty it was amazing!!

Ok, soz I haven't posted in ages, but I have been mucho busy with the fact my birthday was on the 5th Feb and all the other things that come along with that...

I loved the wedding, and dresses, and just about everything!

PLease do PAMS!

Great Post!

Lovely Wedding!

K xx

Thanks, Sophie
Thank you!

Happy Belated Birthday!

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I loved the wedding, and dresses, and just about everything!

PLease do PAMS!

Thanks, Sarah-Jane!
Thanks, Katie!

Hello Emily. My goodness! I can't believe I didn't comment on this. I know it was awful late when I read it, but I thought for sure I commented the next day. I'm so sorry. Anyway, loved the wedding. And this made me laugh as well as Scorp, and the others; This even as simple as it is, is my favorite line of the post. I think I love it so much because I can remember my wedding like it was yesterday, and I remember my Steve smiling his breathtaking smile at me, and my heart skipping a beat.
Great job Emily. I'll be watching for your next.

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“Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the first dance as husband and wife,” the Minister said loudly. Ruthie and Scorpius turned to look at him, only to find every eye turned to them. Ruthie took his hand and towed them to a certain spot. He placed one hand on her hip while the other clutched her hand tightly. Faith Hill and Tim McGraw’s voices filled the quiet air as Scorpius and Ruthie swayed to the soft, slow beat.

Dancin’ in the dark
Middle of the night
Takin’ your heart
And holdin’ it tight

“Well, it’s not the dark or the middle of the night, but I am going to take your heart,” Scorpius chuckled in her ear.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Ruthie giggled.

Emotional touch
Touchin’ my skin
And askin’ you to do
What you’ve been doin’ all over again

Oh, it’s a beautiful thing
Don’t think I can keep it all in
I just gotta let you know
What it is that won’t let me go

“It’s your love,” Ruthie whispered before the song could get to it.

It’s your love
It just does something to me
It sends a shock right through me
I can’t get enough
And if you wonder
About the spell I’m under
Oh, it’s your love

“It is your love right? You didn’t confund me, did you?” Scorpius joked. Ruthie hit his chest lightly with a small laugh.

“You caught me,” she sighed.

Better than I was
More than I am
And all of this happened
By takin’ your hand

Scorpius smiled sheepishly at Ruthie. “That really is how it happened,” she whispered as a tear leaked out of her eye. He wiped it away with a kiss.

“That’s why I picked this song,” he said softly.

And who I am now
Is who I wanted to be
And now that we’re together
I’m stronger than ever
I’m happy and free

Oh, it’s a beautiful thing
Don’t think I can keep it all in, no
And if you asked me why I changed
All I gotta do is say your sweet name

It’s your love
It just does something to me
It sends a shock right through me
I can’t get enough
And if you wonder
About the spell I’m under
Oh, it’s your love

As the instrumentals took over the song momentarily, Scorpius leaned down and kissed Ruthie on the lips. The hand that was held in his hand slipped through his fingers and wound its way through his silky hair. They had stopped moving to the beat of the song, staying still in each other’s arms as they kissed romantically. Ruthie could feel everything inside of her tingling as her body molded into his. Scorpius had electric waves of energy rolling through his veins as he pushed the small of her back closer to him.

Oh, it’s a beautiful thing
Don’t think I can keep it all in
I just gotta let you know
What it is that won’t let me go

It’s your love
It just does something to me
It sends a shock right through me
I can’t get enough
And if you wonder
About the spell I’m under
Oh, it’s your love

Ruthie and Scorpius parted lips. “It’s your love,” Ruthie whispered before she kissed his jaw.

“It’s your love,” Scorpius sang in a whisper as he kissed her forehead.

Many claps were heard throughout the tent as the song came to an end. Scorpius kissed Ruthie lightly on the lips before facing the crowd. He inclined his head once to George with a smirk on his face. George came to take his place for the father-daughter dance.

“Ready, Ruthie?” he whispered.

“I’m ready, Daddy,” she whispered back.

There’s two things I know for sure
She was sent here from heaven and she’s
Daddy’s little girl
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes and
I thank God for all the joy in my life

Oh, but most of all
For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
“Walk beside the pony, daddy, it’s my first ride”
“I know the cake looks funny, daddy, but I sure tried”
In all that I’ve done wrong I know I must
Have done something right to deserve a hug
Every morning and butterfly kisses at night

“You’re happy, Ruth, right?” George whispered into her hair.

“Yeah, Daddy, I’m perfect,” Ruthie whispered.

Bob Carlisle’s next verse of the sweet sixteen carried on around them as they danced. “I’m happy for you, Ruthie. I know I may have not been the most supportive in the beginning… But I just want you to be happy. I love you, butterfly,” he said softly.

“I know, Daddy, I love you too.” She kissed his cheek and he gave her a watery smile.

All the precious time
Like the wind, the years go by
Precious butterfly
Spread your wings and fly

She’ll change her name today
She’ll make a promise and I’ll give her away
Standing in the bride-room just staring at her
She asked me what I’m thinking and I said, “I’m not
Sure-I just feel like I’m losing my baby girl”
She leaned over…gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
“Walk me down the aisle, Daddy-it’s just about time”
“Does my wedding gown look pretty, Daddy? Daddy, don’t cry!”

Ruthie wiped away George’s tears with her fingertips and he kissed her cheek. “You’re growing up so fast,” he whispered.

“Don’t worry, Daddy, you raised me right,” she whispered back with an encouraging smile.

Oh, with all that I’ve done wrong, I must have
Done something right
To deserve your love every morning and butterfly
Kisses-I couldn’t ask God for more, man this is what love is

I know I got to let her go, but I’ll always remember
Every hug in the morning and the butterfly kisses at night

And with that, George let go of his daughter after gliding them across the dance floor, over to her new husband. Scorpius shook George’s hand and pulled Ruthie into his side. She hugged him tightly before nodding to the dance floor. George found Emily and they all slow danced out on the floor.


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Disclaimer: Bob Carlisle's song, Butterfly Kisses is performed and written by Bob Carlisle. Faith Hill and Tim McGraw's song, It's Your Love is performed by them and written by Stephony Smith

Very nice Emily. I bet Ruthie and Scorpius feel like they've overcome great odds to finally get to this point. With the world against them at the beginning it probably seemed like they'd never get to get passed falling in love. I'm happy for them.
I'll be watching for your next.

Thanks, Connie

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“Ruthie,” Scorpius murmured in her ear as they glided around the tent.

“Hmmm?” Ruthie said, her voice muffled by his chest.

“I love you,” he whispered. Ruthie could tell that he was smiling against her hair and she smiled in return.

“That’s why we’re here, love,” she smiled as she leaned back to look at him. He nuzzled his nose against hers and she giggled lightly. She stepped on her tiptoes and kissed him slowly. It wasn’t like the other quick kisses they had been stealing throughout the day. Her lips moved with his as her hands knotted in his hair. He pulled her tighter against his body; they had ceased dancing.

“You do realize you’re still at the reception, right?” James’s voice sounded from right behind Scorpius. Scorpius lifted his hand, motioning for James to run along and leave them alone. James smirked at them.

“Dude, get a room! This is getting sickening to watch, Malfoy. Ruthie’s still my little cousin,” James said in a teasing, sarcastic tone.

One of Ruthie’s hands unknotted from her husband’s hair and flicked stiffly at him. Her lips parted from his for a second to mutter, “Go away, James.”

“I just wanted to cut in and dance with my little cous,” he said defensively in a hurt voice.

Ruthie and Scorpius sighed, breaking apart slowly. Ruthie narrowed her eyes at James and his innocent look before looking at Scorpius with a longing. He laughed lightly at her and kissed her forehead.

“You’re evil,” Ruthie muttered at James before taking his hand.

“At least it’s the good evil and not the I’m-here-to-kill-you evil,” James grinned.

Ruthie muttered something about there being no such thing as a good evil and James’s grin grew wider.

“So, you two finally did it,” he smiled at her.

Ruthie smiled reluctantly. “I know,” she finally sighed. “It’s like a fairytale, James. I hope you and Les get your fairytale,” Ruthie smiled warmly.

“Me too, it looks pretty perfect,” he whispered.

“It is,” Ruthie amended. Sirius walked up behind James and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Do you mind if I steal my little sis away from ya?” Sirius asked, grinning.

“Not at all. One—she’s a bad dancer. Two—she’s pretty annoying,” James joked. Ruthie mock punched his arm, narrowing her eyes. Sirius just laughed, taking Ruthie’s hand.

“So, Mrs. Malfoy,” Sirius said, smiling.

“You know I really like that, don’t you?” Ruthie grinned.

“I figured you might,” Sirius laughed. “Welcome to the married life,” he smiled.
Ruthie’s grin widened. “Thank you. So, what’s the latest with you and Allison?”

“Today is your day, Ruth, we can talk about Allison and me later,” Sirius chuckled.

Ruthie narrowed her eyes at her older brother. “I feel like you’re hiding something,” Ruthie said suspiciously.

“Nothing that can’t wait,” he promised. Ruthie let it drop because she caught Scorpius’s eye. He winked at her and her ears flushed pink. He was dancing with Amelia, making his way over to them, still dancing. They were finally right beside Ruthie and Sirius.

“Hey,” he said softly.

“Is this your way of saying ‘Please switch’?” Sirius laughed. Amelia chuckled lightly as they swapped partners.

“I’ve missed you,” Scorpius sighed against Ruthie’s hair and she smiled.

“I’ve missed you, too,” she said against his neck.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the Maid of Honor and Best Man have a few words for the newlyweds,” George said into the microphone.

“But first, we have a few things we’d like to say,” Draco added from George’s side.

Ruthie and Scorpius turned to stare at their dads in surprise. They never thought they’d see George Weasley and Draco Malfoy side by side, talking happily.

“Shall I start?” George asked Draco and Draco nodded. “Well, let’s see, Ruthie, when you were five, you came to me in your ballerina tutu, crying your eyes out. I had no idea what could have made you cry, my first thought was your brothers did something. But you just climbed in my lap, soaking the front of my shirt with your salty tears. Why were you crying? Because you had seen me and your mother steal a kiss at breakfast and you wanted someone to kiss too. It took everything in me to not laugh and keep a serious face. You told me that you wanted someone to dance with in your little tutu, someone to hold your hand when you took a walk down the hallway. You cried your little heart out because you wanted someone to love, just like I love your mother.” George held out his arm and Emily walked into it, a tear in her eye. He kissed the top of her hair before turning back to Ruthie.

“I look at you and Scorpius and I’m so happy you’ve finally found someone you can kiss at breakfast,” George smiled. Ruthie’s tears poured down her cheeks as she remembered that day exactly.

“Well, George, it’s kind of funny that you chose that story to tell, because mine is quite similar,” Draco grinned at Scorpius. Scorpius blushed, putting his hand over his eyes. He shook his head while everyone laughed. “When Scorpius was seven, he came to me. I was sitting in our living room, reading the Prophet. He pulled himself up on the couch and told me we needed to have a man-to-man talk. I laughed lightly at his serious expression, but his face didn’t falter. He said, ‘Daddy, I want to fall in love.’ I remember telling him that he was a little too young to fall in love and might have to wait quite a while. He told me that he only planned on falling in love once, and if she didn’t love him back, then he’d die alone. He told me that when you fall in love, you give your entire heart to that person and it wouldn’t be fair to fall in love with anyone after that, because they wouldn’t get all of you. He was seven, mind you. I had no idea where it was all coming from.

“Well, Scorp, I’m glad you fell in love with the right person the first time. And I’m glad she loves you back. Welcome to the family, Ruthie, and I’m very proud of you, son,” Draco said. Astoria joined the others on the stage and Draco kissed her cheek.

“Oh, and one more thing,” George grinned at the happy couple. He flicked his wand at his daughter and her stunning gown turned into her orchid ballerina tutu. Ruthie gasped as she looked down at her tutu. Scorpius smirked at her. “I guess it’s finally time you get to dance with your someone in your tutu,” George said softly. Scorpius wrapped his arms around her waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Frankie Vallie’s Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You filled the tent.

“So, you used to take Ballet?” Scorpius smirked.

“Have a problem with that?” Ruthie asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Not at all, I find it…sexy,” he replied. Ruthie grinned and stole a kiss.

“So, you gave me your whole heart?” Ruthie whispered.

“Duh,” he laughed.

“And you’ve never been in love with anyone else?” she whispered.

“No, I’ve been in love with you since the first day I met you. There is no one else in comparison.” Scorpius kissed her forehead and she smiled slightly.

“You’re the only one I’ve ever loved, too,” Ruthie whispered against his neck. Scorpius smirked cockily.

“Really? I thought maybe Nick…” he said teasingly. Ruthie gasped and hit his chest with the back of her hand. Scorpius chuckled lightly as he caught her lips with his.

“Not funny,” she muttered while he let her catch her breath.

“It so was; don’t deny it,” he grinned before putting his lips back on hers.

“Maybe I should go dance with him instead… Since I’ve evidently been in love with him before,” Ruthie replied with a smirk after she ended their kiss. She loosened her arms from around his neck and stopped dancing. She took a step back but Scorpius just moved with her.

“I don’t think so,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “You’re a married woman after all,” he said seriously.

“Jealous much? Besides, you’re a married man and I totally saw you checking out Zabini!” Ruthie said tartly with a joking huff.

“Maybe you need to get your eyes checked, Malfoy! And since you so kindly brought up the subject of checking people out, maybe you should keep your eyes off of Longbottom!” Scorpius retorted. Ruthie retracted her arms and crossed them against her chest.

Scorpius stuffed his hands deep into his pocket, keeping his fake, hard expression on his face as he glared at his bride. Ruthie glared back at him, trying with all her might to not laugh. But his last comment about Longbottom was just too funny for her and she burst out laughing, her hands dropping to her side. Scorpius started guffawing too as he wrapped his arms back around her waist. Their guests all sighed in relief as they realized it was just a joke.

“I only have eyes for you,” Ruthie said softly as he kissed her neck.

“And Zabini has nothing on you,” he chuckled.

“Good to know,” she laughed. She stood on her tiptoes as the song ended and kissed his silky lips. She kissed him with as much passion as she could muster, causing a few people to cough around them. The couple ignored them as Scorpius clutched the cloth around her waist. Ruthie’s hands were twisted in his blonde hair, their bodies a perfect fit, as if they had been molded especially for the other.

Scorpius sighed as Ruthie ended the kiss. They were both breathing heavily, as if they had just run a marathon. “Is this reception almost over?” Scorpius asked as his heart pounded in his chest.

“I hope so,” Ruthie replied through deep breathing.

“Alright, lovebirds, it’s time for my speech and I’d like you to actually pay attention,” James said with a smirk from the microphone. Leslie was right beside him, laughing silently. Ruthie blushed as Scorpius wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.

“We’re all ears, Jamsie,” Ruthie shouted at him. He grinned momentarily before prepping himself for his speech.

“I have known Ruthie since she was born, obviously, because I’m her cousin. She has been, well, a pain in my backside.” He chuckled momentarily before continuing. “Scorpius became one of my best friends after he and Ruthie started dating. Scorpius and I became partners in crime, but more than that, I know Scorpius is a down to earth guy and will always treat my little cousin right. He’s told me a gazillion times, which is way more than I really would have liked, that he’s head over heels for Ruth and there’s no one in comparison. They really are soul mates and I know that Ruth and Scorp will treat each other right. Oh, and if you guys don’t, I’ll curse you both. My mother is the queen of the Bat-Bogey Hex, so just imagine what her son can do,” James said as he pointed a finger at the couple, who just smirked.

“Alright, alright, we get it,” Leslie laughed as she scooted him to the side. “Ruthie has been my best friend since birth too, and I can tell you that she is very compassionate and if she believes in something, she’s not going to give up easily. She spent five years in love with this guy before even talking to him. She never gave up and the star she wished upon finally came true. I’m happy for you and Scorp, Ruth. I love you both and know that you will both be incredibly happy with each other.” Leslie smiled widely and Ruthie returned it. James wrapped an arm around Leslie’s shoulders and kissed her cheek.

Scorpius kissed Ruthie’s cheek as she giggled. “He isn’t bluffing about that Bat-Bogey Hex,” Ruthie whispered as she twisted in his arms to face him.

“Then why don’t we just be happy together forever?” Scorpius suggested.

“Sounds like a plan,” Ruthie whispered as she kissed him.


Phwew, I'm glad that's over; it was just way too long, and we needed to get through it. What do you think?

Haha, loved the speeches, I almost had a heart attack at George and Draco talking happily to each other. I loved James's speech as well, and we all know what Ginny is with the Bat-Bogey hex, so No, I certainly wouldn't cross her son!

PAMS!

Thanks, Sarah-Jane

So, I have a post for the Honeymoon, but it's basically them just snogging and talking about the lovey dovey happiness they feel and what not, so it's nothing special... And it's short, so I'm going to give you a bit more than just the Honeymoon. And the story is quickly coming to a close; maybe 8 pages left on Microsoft Word...?


“It feels good to be back,” Ruthie murmured as she looked out at the horizon on Esme Island. The stars in the sky were burning brightly, the full moon half hidden behind the clouds.

“Mmmhmm,” Scorpius sighed as he took her hands. They were walking along the shoreline, their luggage already in the small cottage. Ruthie turned back to face him as they paused on the sand.

“Scorpius,” she whispered. His eyes raked over her slim body as her fingers laced into his hair.

Without another word, Scorpius bent over and picked her up, her arm slinking around his neck. She started kissing along his jaw line as he trudged quickly back to the house.

Both of their clothes were in heaps, strewn across their bedroom floor. Scorpius was dangling over Ruthie’s body on the white comforter of the bed. His eyes were piercing as he gazed at her with a longing passion. Ruthie’s fingers whispered across his chest, his throat and he shivered involuntarily, causing her to smirk.

It was lucky they had even made it to the bed; they almost dropped to the floor as soon as they crossed the threshold, but somehow managed. Her sweaty hair was now in clumps down her back as Scorpius kissed her neck gently. He handled her body softly, as if she was a porcelain doll, breakable. His strong hands slipped behind her back, drifting up and down her spine against the sheets. It was Ruthie’s turn to shiver and Scorpius’s cocky grin appeared on his face. He pulled back to wink at her before brushing his lips against Ruthie’s cheek, her jaw, and finally her lips. She sighed in content and pure bliss as her skin tingled, both feeling weightless, happy, perfect. They felt like they were in space; nothing could weigh them down. They were in their own little world with each other and the stars they’ve wished upon that brought them where they were.
*
Her breath tickled his bare skin as she breathed jaggedly in and out. Scorpius and Ruthie Malfoy lay motionlessly in their Honeymoon bed, his arm tightly wrapped around her hip. They were both exhausted, but in no way tired. They decided to take a breather momentarily to catch their breaths. His fingertips glided up and down her pale arm as she traced shapes into his chest.

“Are you happy, Mr. Malfoy?” Ruthie whispered, her lips tickling his skin as she kissed it softly.

“I don’t think happy is the word I would use,” he said barely above a whisper.

“And what word would you use?” she asked with a smile.

“I think perfect, incomparable, or even paramount would be a better description,” he whispered too seductively. Ruthie grinned against his velvety skin.

“You’re that happy?” she asked incredulously, though extremely happy at the thought.

“Yes, aren’t you?” he said immediately as he studied her face.

“Of course I am, I just wasn’t aware that you were using the same synonyms as me,” she said breathlessly as she started kissing along his chin. He laughed lightly as his hands grabbed at her waist, pulling her right on top of him.

“Already? We just stopped barely five minutes ago,” he chuckled, very much amused.

“What can I say?” Ruthie giggled against his jaw line. “It’s like when a pregnant woman is craving mint chocolate chip ice cream… I’m craving you,” she purred in his ear. He gave a small gasp before her lips were suddenly crushing against his. And they started exactly where they had left off before.

***
Three Years Later:

The years had been good to them all. James and Leslie were engaged, Teddy and Vic were married, and Scorpius and Ruthie were stronger than ever. They were expecting their first child soon and couldn’t be happier… Until May came.

May 2nd marked the twenty fifth anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts. It would also mark the day that Draco’s father and mother would be released from Azkaban. Since, at the end of the battle, they did not fight, and were looking for their son, not to mention the connections Lucius still had, they were able to only get a 25-year sentence along with a select few of others, while the other Death Eaters that had lived got a life sentence.

Lucius had heard rumors that the Malfoy name was now tied in with the Weasley name and he wasn’t too happy with that. He was furious. He was furious with his son for allowing it, letting it happen, and he was out for revenge. He was angry at Harry and the others for putting him in Azkaban, angry that they had made a fool out of him in front of everyone. The scene they had made when taking him in! As they released him, he kept his cool, waiting until he got home to release his fury. And he concocted a plan.

He made a few rumors that he was out to get the entire gang, focusing on Ruthie and Scorpius mainly. George and Draco and the others made them go into hiding. Emily and George once again made Muriel a safe house for their other children. Scorpius and Ruthie stayed glued to each other, terrified of the possible outcome. Harry and Draco poured themselves into their work to try and find Lucius before he could actually attack. But Lucius was well hidden and nowhere to find.

Narcissa had fled, hiding from her husband, because she wanted no part in killing her family. She left him and it only made him angrier. His plan was simple, but difficult. He knew what he had to do, but wasn’t sure how to quite pull it off.

Sitting at the bar in the Three Broomsticks, using a Polyjuice Potion, Lucius noticed a red-haired man ordering a few bottles of Butterbeer and Firewhiskey. He was rambling to Rosmerta about how the tangy Firewhiskey was his wife’s favorite and she had no intentions to share it with anyone else. He laughed carelessly as Lucius discreetly pointed his wand at the bottle and sent a spell into the cold liquid. The man, nor anyone else, noticed anything and Lucius smiled to himself, knowing his master plan was now well on its way. Now was phase two.



What do you think?

NO! BAD EMILY! BAD EMILY!

NO MORE TROUBLE!

Ohhh, well, should be interesting to read.

PAMS! PAMS PAMS!

HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT?

(25 anniversary? 25 years since Remus died )

Hello Emily. Both posts were written very well, and I loved the speeches from George and Draco. It's hard to imagine things being civil and homey at Draco's but I'm glad Scorpius had a happy childhood. I'm sure Draco made sure Scorp knew he was loved, and gave him attention. I was especially interested in the second chapter from the, three years later, part. Is that George? I know you've written several times how Emily likes the firewhiskey. What's going on? Even if it isn't, someone is in for a big problem I think. Lucius is such an evil man! How could he make plans to kill anyone, especially his own family!?!?
Very good Emily. I'll be watching for your next post.

Hehe, sowwyy

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(25 anniversary? 25 years since Remus died )

I know And Fred.
Thanks, Connie
Yes, well, that's how I saw it at least.
Umm, yes, it is George... And he is referring to Emily...
Umm, you'll see.
Well, you have to think about what Lucius would think. He doesn't want to be linked to Blood-traitors and the likes, and he doesn't like the fact that his son allowed it and that is grandson is actually doing it, so he wants revenge. Or more like, he wants to terminate the problem...
Thank you

I'd also like to remind you of a few things from Meet You Under the Moon; Like the second spoiler I had given you... It's coming up... And remember when I announced I had finished writing the sequel and said that y'all probably wouldn't like the ending, but I did, because I thought it ended perfectly, though you would probably be unhappy? Well, think about all of that when you ponder what Lucius has done and will do...

OK, I'm trying to ponder that ^ but nothing really happened

Great post

Cute how they are expecting their first child and stuff but Lucius? You had to do something really evil didn't you Em? I think EVIL is your little trademark thing

Only 8 pages left? Its been quick!

K xx

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Originally Posted by Jeyn<33

"Georgie, I’m cold,” Emily whimpered, shaking madly. George’s tears ran down his face as he tried to hold Emily as gently as he could.

NOT THAT ONE!!

PLEASE NO! TELL ME I'M WRONG!

PLEASE!

Please....

(But if I'm right, tell me)

Thanks, Katie
Tehe, *looks at you innocently*
Yep, I did say it would be MUCH shorter than MYUTM...

Umm, yes, you're right...

Whoahhhhhh !! My hearts pounding! that was OUTRAGEOUS! ohmygoshh it went from romantic and cute to like, whoah. Haha I love it! I think that somehow her baby will die but that's just my guess! If this was a book i would buy it!! I hope we get to meet Harry eventually! And I hope Lucius dies!!

Thanks
No promises
Really? Wow, thank you
Umm, as for your first request, I think he makes an appearance, but it's really not much, so don't get your hopes up. As for the second; No promises

Here's a bit of Emily/Georgeness for you New small post.


It was July now and Emily kept getting more ill. It wasn’t to the point where she couldn’t walk or talk yet. But it was getting there. And they had no idea what it was or how to stop it. Harry still had found nothing about Lucius. George was miserable as he watched his frail wife dying slowly while he sat there, helpless.

“Mummy?” Geoffrey asked as he rubbed at his eyes. Emily glanced at the wall clock—it was getting to be his nap time.

“Yes,” she cleared her throat from being raspy before continuing, “sweetie?” Geoffrey’s eyes got larger as he stared at his mother—she looked really weak. George was leaning against the doorframe to the room as he stared at her, too, his eyes sad.

“How come you’re still sick?” he whispered as he came a little bit closer to her bed. She tried smiling, but it didn’t nearly reach her eyes like it used to.

“Geoffrey, Mum is—” George began, but Emily gingerly held up her hand to shut him up. Emily turned on her side to face her youngest son, though the movement caused her pain.

“Sweetie, mummy doesn’t know why she’s still sick. The Healers haven’t quite figured it out,” Emily replied as George muttered something unpleasant about those Healers.

“Mummy, how come you stay in bed now?” Geoffrey asked as he took one step toward her.

“Mummy is tired all the time, sweetheart, but I’m sure she’ll get better real soon,” she answered with a tired sort of smile, laughing on the inside as she talked about herself in third person.

“Mummy, can I take my nap in here with you?” he whispered.

“Of course, love, climb on up,” she whispered back, smiling as warmly as she could at the little boy. He climbed up, obviously being careful to not touch her too much when she suddenly pulled him into her arms and hugged him tightly.

“I love you, Mummy,” he mumbled as he instantly drifted off to sleep as she ran her hand through his hair. She had tears leaking out of her eyes as she kissed the top of his head.

“I love you, too,” she cried.

George instantly went to her side, caressing her cheek and kissing her forehead.

“Maybe I should take him to his room,” George whispered.

“No!” she said fiercely as she hugged Geoffrey closer to her. “I don’t know how long I’ve got left, Georgie, so please don’t take him from me now,” she said as she held back a sob, trying to control her shaking.

“You’re going to have a long time left! Remember? Forever and Always!” he said as his own tears ran down his cheeks.

“Georgie, we can’t keep lying to ourselves,” she whispered as she tried to wipe at his tears, but her hand didn’t make it far.

“You have to get better, Ems. You have to get better, because I can’t do it without you.” George grabbed her hand tightly and held it to his chest.

“Georgie, you have t-to be stronger for th-the kids,” she whispered. George climbed into the bed on the other side of Emily and helped her move so she didn’t jostle their son too much. She leaned against him heavily in the bed and he kissed her nose.

“Where you go, I go,” he said simply as he started humming their wedding song into her hair and she fell asleep.


What do you think?