Love is Love: A Scorose Fanfic

Chapter 54: Christmas and New Year's

Of corse, the next day was Christmas. Both Rose and Scorpius did their usual Christmas traditions with their families. But, they had agreed to send their gifts today, instead of giving them in person yesterday. Before the holiday break, Scorpius and Rose were thinking of what to get each other. They both wanted to get one another something really special. Both of them had something really special up their sleeves for the other.

When Scorpius woke that morning, him and Draco did their usual. Scorpius gave Draco his gift, and Draco gave Scorpius his gift. But, Scorpius noticed, that these past few Christmases, were the best that him and his father had since Astoria passed away. This Christmas especially. Draco was cheery. Cheery. Draco was rarely cheery. Actually, these past few months, Draco had been the happiest. The happiest he'd been in years. Scorpius figured it was the new tattoo. He probably liked having the Dark Mark officially off him.

Anyways, Scorpius was preparing Rose's gift, to send to her. Before break started, on the December Hogsmeade trip, Scorpius had went into a shop and picked up a bottle of Rose's signature scent perfume. Honestly, this was more for his own pleasure, because, basically, every time Rose was relatively close to him, he took a good inhale of her rosy scent. This was the first part of Rose's gift.

Then, Scorpius had walked downstairs and out the back door, out into the gardens, where everything was covered in a sparkling, white, blanket of snow. He left his foot print tracks in the snow, as he walked towards a specific spot. That specific spot was a large bush, where white roses grew. Scorpius bent down, and picked one off. Scorpius took the rose in his hand, and walked back to the house. The bush that Scorpius picked the rose off of, was once a little tiny plant, planted by Astoria. When Astoria was around, she loved to garden, and roses were her favorite flower.

Scorpius continued back to the house, and into his room. When Scorpius walked in, he set the rose down on his desk, next to the bottle of rose perfume. He then took out his wand, and casted a spell on the rose. Scorpius's gift idea was to give Rose a rose, but, a rose that could never die. With this enchantment, the rose perked itself up, and it looked very healthy. Perfect. Then, Scorpius took the rose, and slid it into a tiny box with a little bit of tissue paper. Once the rose was securely in the box, Scorpius put the lid on top of it. Everything was perfect. The rose was nice and secure, and when Scorpius bought the perfume, the cashier wrapped it up all nice and pretty for him.

Once everything was all wrapped up nice and pretty, Scorpius wrote a nice letter to go with it. He would never make the mistake of sending a Howler again. Scorpius let out a small chuckle to himself when he thought about the fact that Rose's entire family listened to it. Anyways, he sat at his desk, and began to write.

Rose,

Merry Christmas! I know I just saw you last night, but I wish I could see you. It was a little strange this morning. My dad was actually cheery. Yea, cheery. Lately, he has been in a totally different mood. He's actually positive about things. I know I should be happy about this, but, I still find it a little strange. Well, I am glad he is happy though. He really hasn't been happy like this in a very long time. Anyways, enough about me and him, I just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas, and I hope you like your gift. I can't wait to get back to school so I can see you again, I love you.

Love,
Scorpius

Scorpius quickly wrote this down, and sealed it into an envelope. He then picked up the two little parcels, and handed these all to his owl to deliver.

"Okay, I need you to deliver these to Rose's HOUSE. Not her, her house. If she's not home, then just leave them there for her. Understood?" Scorpius said to the owl. The owl kind of brushed against Scorpius, to show him he understood. Scorpius ruffled his feathers, and the owl took off through the window.