"Albus Severus Potter, if you do not wipe that smarmy smirk off of your face, you will find yourself travelling to St. Mungo's tomorrow instead of Auror training!"
Albus only grinned wider.
"But Rose, dear," He mocked, looking pointedly from her to Scorpius and then down at their clasped hands, "This in an entirely smirk-worthy occasion!"
"Honestly, Al," Elsie sighed, looking up from her magazine and fixing her boyfriend with a pointed, violet gaze, "Leave them be."
"Thank you, Elsie," Scorpius said, unable to keep himself from grinning a little at the troubled look on his girlfriend's face.
Rose sniffed, and glared at her cousin.
"Rosie," He sighed, sitting up a bit straighter and staring at her, "Don't blame me for your predicament. Or Scorp, either, because he's bloody stupid, but he told you to tell them as soon as it happened."
"Thanks, mate," Scorp said drily.
"What was I supposed to tell them?" Rose wailed suddenly. "Oh, guess what mum and day, after years of protesting that Scorp is my friend and nothing more… we're dating?"
Albus snorted. "Sounds about right," He said, "But now you can add to that, 'and we have been for about four months.'"
"Oh, Godric," Rose moaned, "I'm a fool."
"Rose," Elsie said gently, "It can't be all that bad. I'm sure they'll understand! They know Scorpius already, after all, and like him. I'm sure they won't be angry with you."
"No," Albus corrected, "They wouldn't have been angry with her four months ago. They'll be angry with her now for having lied to them for half a year."
Elsie pursed her lips, as if to say that he might have a point.
"If it were me," Albus went on, "I wouldn't have wanted to tell them in person. I would have sent them an Owl straight off, and then even if they didn't like it, they would have had all year to accept it before you got home. I don't know why you wanted to tell them in person. It's a lot harder to be hexed through the mail."
Rose paled visibly, and Scorpius shot Albus a glare.
"Right," He said pointedly, "Thanks."
"Maybe we should go," Elsie suggested hastily, "Lily said she wanted us to come sit with her for a bit and we're almost to London."
"Really quite close to London," Al repeated with a cheeky grin.
"Goodbye!" Elsie called hastily, and dragged Al out of the train compartment after her.
Scorpius gave her hand a little squeeze, and they sat in silence, listening to the rhythm of the train.
"Rose?" Hugo poked his head around the door. "I just ran into Albus in the hall… you gonna be okay?"
"Hugo," Rose said seriously, "If they kill me, you can have my things. Well, not my clothes, Lily can have those."
"Honestly, I don't think Lily wants your clothes."
Scorpius rolled his eyes, and Hugo quickly corrected himself: "I mean, she won't have them, because there's no way they'll kill you."
"You think so?"
"As the only other person on the planet who has been raised by mum and dad, I solemnly swear that I do not believe that they would actually kill their only daughter."
"Honestly, I think you're being a bit dramatic about the whole thing," Scorpius volunteered.
Rose sighed deeply. "I didn't actually think they would kill me," She conceded, "But they still have the potential to become very, very angry with me. And you. And us."
"Right," Hugo said, quickly, "That's not… very likely? Anyway, I was supposed to tell you that King's Cross was five minutes out about four minutes ago. Cheers!"
They hear the train whistle shriek as they entered into London, and felt the train slow more and more quickly.
"Right," Rose said grimly, once the train had stopped moving and they could hear kids rushing about in the corridors, "This is it."
"You look like you're going into battle," Scorpius laughed, swinging their bags down, "Not going to see your parents."
He followed Rose out through the throngs of people and down onto the platform, bypassing the hoard of students swarming for trunks.
"Nice of Al to offer to get our trunks," Rose commented.
Scorpius hummed his agreement. He knew when Albus had volunteered, grinning broadly, to find their trunks and meet them later that he didn't want to delay Rose's meeting with the Weasley clan, hoping that any yelling would have escalated by the time he arrived.
"Rose," Scorpius said seriously, pulling her out of sight of the waiting throngs of people, behind an old column, "I love you, and I'll be here no matter what happens."
Rose smiled, a little shyly. "I love you, too," She whispered, leaning up to capture his lips.
It was remarkably easy to forget, even as people rushed around them, where they were, and the kiss grew quickly more passionate.
"Scorp," Rose whispered throatily as he pressed her back into the column and kissed his way down her collar-bone. She threaded her fingers through his silky hair and pulled his mouth back up to hers.
He trailed a hand down her side, past the swell of her breast and over her waist and hip, to grasp the shapely calf that she had twined up the back of his leg and hitch her leg around his hip.
She sighed happily, and leaned up to kiss him again.
And then a large, heavy hand came down upon his shoulder and pulled him, none too gently, out of Rose's embrace.
"Dad!" She said, disheveled and startled.
Ron looked between the pair of them, growing redder by the minute. Over his shoulder, Scorpius could see Hermione, looking worried, standing a few paces back.
"Right," Ron finally growled, "Keep your hands off of my daughter in public, got it?"
"Yes," Scorpius said, nodding fervently, "Sorry."
Ron looked as if he would like to say something else, but was, with great difficulty, restraining himself.
Hermione took a few hesitant steps forward, and slipped her hand into her husband's. He exhaled sharply, and seemed to relax, if only fractionally.
"Rose?" Hermione questioned gently.
"Mum, I have something to tell you."
"Yeah, I think we've got it," Ron said gruffly.
There was an awkward pause.
"I can't say I didn't see it coming," Ron groused suddenly, "But I swear to Merlin, if you hurt her, I will send every Auror I can spare to hunt you down."
"I won't," Scorpius said quietly.
"And… and keep your hands to yourselves in public!" He finished triumphantly. "Now, where are your trunks?"
Hermione opened her arms to her daughter, and Rose, relieved, nearly fell into them.
"I'm very happy for you, darling," Hermione whispered in her ear, "He's liked you for ages."
"I've liked him for ages," Rose answered, pulling back and grinning brightly, "I just didn't know how to tell you!"
Her face sobered. "Mum," She asked quietly, "Is dad very angry with us?"
Hermione laughed. "No, but he'll pretend for a while. You're his daughter, after all, the only one he's got. He likes Scorpius, though."
Hermione leaned her head in to whisper in her daughter's ear. "He's mostly angry it didn't happen before Christmas, because now he owes your Aunt Ginny ten galleons!"
Rose laughed, and then, with her family on one side and her parents on the other, left Platform 9 and ¾ for the last time.