Beta: Cloudy

A few scenes throughout year 7. Pure fanfare.

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I only returned to my childhood home twice during the summer of my sixth year. On my birthday, and on the first day I returned from school to tell Sirius I wouldn't be staying with them over the summer.

With great cheer, I told him, "I'm gonna stay the summer with my boyfriend!"

Sirius mocked me, "How sinful! Do you not feel ashamed for your blatant debauchery?"

I snorted, "I don't wanna hear that from the man who has slept his way through the entire population of Hogsmeade, Godric's Hollow, Devin Meadow—"

"Whore," added Harry idly as he carried in his trunk.

Sirius gasped with great indignation, "It was not the entire population."

"Just most of it?" I teased.

Sirius grinned, unabashed.

Harry sighed, "You're both terrible."

"Nah-uh. I'm a slut for one wizard. Sirius is a slut for anyone hot enough."

"And they get hotter by the shot."

Harry repeated, "Whores."

Sirius and I high-fived.

"Welp, you're practicing safe sex?" Sirius asked me.

"Super safe," I said. "We don't even need a safe word yet."

"Okay," he said. "Then all that's left is meeting him. Bring him over for your birthday—which you are not allowed to skip out."

I saluted. "Yes, sir! Love you bunches."

"Love you too, princess."

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Tom meeting Sirius and Remus went about as well as one could expect.

Tom was invited over for our birthday dinner, along with Remus, Tonks (who was dating Remus), and Dumbledore (at my insistence).

Since I was staying with Tom that summer, the two of us arrived together, with Harry opening the door and immediately giving Tom the stink eye.

I kicked Harry's shin. "Don't make me actually hurt you."

Harry, while clutching his shin, muttered, "That already hurt."

"Consider that a warning."

"Devil incarnate," Harry grumbled. "You two are perfect for each other."

"Thank you," we said.

"Harry, what did we talk about when calling your sister a devil incarnate?" I heard Remus's voice from further inside.

Harry ushered us inside as he innocently asked, "It's an insult to the devil?"

"HA!"

"Harry!" scolded Remus while Sirius and Tonks chortled.

As Tom and I entered, Sirius came into the front room with his hand raised. He stopped short as soon as he saw Tom, plainly dumbfounded. "Have we met before?"

"I don't think so," said Tom.

"You look so familiar," said Sirius, frowning. "Hey Moony, c'mere."

Remus came in behind, frowning as he adjusted his tie. "What's—huh."

"Right?" asked Sirius. "Doesn't he look familiar?"

"Have we met before?" asked Remus.

"I don't think so," repeated Tom.

"What's your name?" Sirius inquired, offering a hand.

Tom accepted it with a charming smile. "Tom."

"Huh," said Sirius again.

"It's a common name," pointed out Tom.

"You're too pretty. I definitely would have remembered you," mentioned Sirius, his eyes narrowed as he thought. "Did you go to Hogwarts?"

"I did," said Tom. "I don't believe we would have met there, though."

"Family go?" asked Remus.

"A long time ago," responded Tom. "I can't say I knew them, but I have been told I look very similar to some of them."

"That might be it," said Remus, nudging Sirius.

"Hmm." Sirius continued to peer at Tom. "Hmm."

The doorbell rang, and I quickly opened it up for Dumbledore. "Just in time! Come on in, Grandpa. Tell Sirius and Remus how you know Tom."

"Tom used to be a student of mine," immediately said Dumbledore, coming in to place a friendly hand on Tom's shoulder. "Rosie is in good hands."

"Hmm," said Sirius again. "Well—come on in. Dinner's about ready."

Remus and Sirius kept thinking Tom looked so darn familiar and repeatedly asked about Tom's family. Tom was amusingly evasive. It was fun to watch him expertly spin the conversation around and get the adults talking about their family. Sirius got so frustrated towards the end he threw up his hands and said, "You're a damn Slytherin aren't you? AREN'T YOU?"

"I was Slytherin Prefect in fact," said Tom with a smug smile.

"You belong in politics with a silver tongue like that," Sirius grumbled.

Harry stopped giving Tom the stink-eye halfway through dinner after I kicked him in the shins again. It helped that Tonks and Dumbledore were there. Tonks because she had an excellent way of lightening the mood, and Dumbledore because he too could spin conversations to suit his needs.

Not a bad meeting overall. Plus the presents Harry and I got at the end were great.

Minus the obligatory sparkly unicorn onesie that made Tom laugh for some reason.

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(Weekend of Halloween in Year 7)

I tidied my hair as I walked into the den, intent on using the floo.

Tom whistled. "Where are you going in that?"

I glanced down.

I, Rosaline Lily Potter, had chosen to wear one of those sexy bunny suits, complete with the cute puffy tail, enchanted bunny ears, stockings, and little bow collar. I beamed at Tom, doing a little twirl in my heels. "Like it?"

"It is—it is certainly something," said Tom carefully.

"I know. I always wanted to dress like a slutty something on Halloween," I chirped. "The twins are hosting a trick or treat party in Hogsmeade. All the seventh years are going, along with a lot of alumni. I told you about the party, remember?"

"I remember you mentioning the party, yes," said Tom. "You're going in that?"

"Yeppers."

Tom continued to stare at me, his expression unreadable.

I raised an eyebrow. "Problem?"

"Several," he said. "Where are you fitting your wand?"

"In between," I said, gesturing to my cleavage.

"Are you going to drink?"

"Maybe a little," I admitted. "Don't worry, the twins plan to stay sober to make sure no one gets too drunk."

Tom cocked his head. "Okay. Have fun."

I beamed, heading over to kiss him on the cheek. "Thanks, dearie! I'm really glad this doesn't upset you."

"It does," he said. "I'd rather no one see you like that, but I know that's more so due to my own upbringing. I would be more concerned if you were drinking without a plan, but I know the twins think of you as a sister and they'll be more than capable of making sure you aren't too intoxicated." He shrugged. "And I know you're more than capable of calling for Sil or Kreacher if things get out of hand and I'll be there as soon as they tell me."

"Right you are my darling. I'll be back by morning!"

He kissed my nose. "I hope you have fun, Rosie."

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A little over an hour later

"Weeeeee," hiccuped a surprisingly drunk Rosie as she got a piggyback ride from Fred through the floo.

Tom, who had been in his office, went into the den when he heard the floo. He was not at all surprised to find Fred was carrying Rosie on his back.

"My love!" cried out Rosie, raising her arms up in excitement.

"She's drunk," observed Tom.

"Swear she only had the one drink," laughed Fred, helping Rosie onto the couch.

"One, one, one," she giggled.

"She is lightweight," said Tom with an easy smile. "Party going well?"

"Definitely," agreed Fred. "Want to pop by and say hi?"

"Actually, yes," said Tom, his smile widening. "Sil, help Rosie get changed. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Yes sir," said Sil as she popped into existence beside Rosie.

"Thank you for bringing her home," said Tom.

"'Course," said Fred. "George and I promised we'd look out for her. Especially since Harry's already wasted. Being lightweight must run in the family."

"Yes," said Tom with an oddly cryptic smile. "I had noticed that."

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The following morning

I laid in an empty bed, staring at Hermione's groggy face in the handheld mirror. When I realized I had blacked out—and woke up at home—I tried to call my friends through the handheld mirrors to make sure everyone got home okay.

"Sorry again for getting drunk," I apologized to her.

"You were fine," Hermione reassured me. "I think."

"Think?"

"To be honest," said Hermione slowly, "I don't remember anything before midnight."

"Really?"

"Mm-hmm."

The mirror glowed red.

"Oh, hang on Hermione, someone else is trying to talk to me," I said, tapping at the mirror with my wand.

Daphne came into our shared vision, greeting the two of us with a groggy smile. "Hey ladies."

"Hi Daphne," we said.

"Rosie, how come you weren't at the party?" asked Daphne.

"I was," I said with wide eyes. "I even wore the bunny suit."

"I don't remember you being there," said Daphne with a raised eyebrow.

"Same," said Hermione. "The only reason I know she was there was because I remember Fred talking about taking her home."

"Huh," I said. "Daphne, do you remember anything that happened before midnight?"

Daphne opened her mouth then immediately closed her. Her eyes widened. "Oh. I don't!"

"Huh!"

The three of us exchanged bewildered looks then immediately set out to contact everyone else at the party.

As it would turn out, most people didn't remember anything that happened before midnight. Only a few did, and those few—Fred, George, Theodore, Astoria, and Luna—were the only ones who did not drink at all.

Coming to that realization, I was astonished. I sat up in bed, frowning to myself.

It was then that Tom came in with breakfast on a tray, smiling brightly at me.

I stared at him as a thought occurred to me. "No..."

"Don't want breakfast?" he asked with a tilt of his head.

"Tom... did you spike the alcohol last night?" I asked.

"Why do you ask that?" he sat down on the bed, placing the tray in my lap. "And I can assure you, I did not spike your drink, Rosie. You're just a lightweight."

"Not my drink," I allowed. "But maybe everyone else's? With a forget-me potion?"

He smiled. "That's a bold accusation."

"You're a bold wizard who has definitely poisoned people in the past," I pointed out. "You did, didn't you?"

"I certainly did not," he lied with such a shit-eating grin.

I wagged my finger at him. "Naughty. Naughty, naughty. No one remembers me even being there."

"Their loss," he said unsparingly with a shrug.

I laughed. "You're such a prat. What'd you even do with my bunny suit?"

"It's somewhere around here."

"In pieces?"

"Somewhere," he said again.

I couldn't hold back my laughter. "You're so freaking cute."

"I'm quite glad you think so."

"My little jelly bean."

"Am not."

"Oh you so are. I love it."

He flicked my nose.

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Later that day

"You know if it really bothered you, we could have talked about it," I said.

"I didn't want to impose upon you."

"But you're okay to impose on others?" I teased.

"I like you; I tolerate them," he shamelessly pointed out.

"Bit of a yan aren't you?"

"What?"

"Your obsessive tendencies are so endearing."

"Thank you. What's a yan?"

"So cute."

"Rosie, what's a yan?"

I only smiled in response.

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1998, May

"HAHAHAHAHAHA."

I Apparated into Tom's office, triumphantly holding my N.E.W.T. scores as I loudly laughed. I had bribed heavily to have them sent to me earlier than others. I was an eager beaver to finally have victory against Tom, after all.

"I WIN!" I shouted.

"Win what?" asked an amused Tom as he stood up from his desk.

"I have defeated you academically," I cooed. "See? Perfect. Perfect."

Tom froze, his expression stiffening. "Pardon?"

"Heheheheheheheheheh," I cackled as I held out my scores.

Tom carefully accepted them, looking them over with a narrowed gaze. Then he smiled chillingly. "Congratulations, my darling."

Oooo! He called me darling! What a fantastic day. It simply could not get any better.

"As you have proven your intellectual genius, perhaps we should move this to the den for a riveting game of chess?" he purred. "We haven't been able to play in months due to your studies."

At the thought of finally defeating Tom in chess on top of beating him in N.E.W.T.s, my heart soared.

"Hell yeah!"

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It was a mistake.

It was all a mistake.

What a terrible, terrible mistake.

He took my queen within the first ten turns.

It was a downhill struggle from there. I valiantly did my best, but Tom moved without hesitation—without any hesitation!—and mercilessly tore my defenses to shreds.

I was forced to come to a horrible realization. With a whimper, I whispered, "You've been holding back on me. All these years. You were tying on purpose."

Tom's lips curled back in a cruel smile. "Correct."

I wailed, "You asshole!"

"There, there. You're pretty enough to still be my trophy wife," he sneered as his piece viciously destroyed my king.

"Fuck you."

"Cry for me more and I might let you."

I groaned. "You sadist!"

"Then you must be a masochist for loving me."

I—

I—

I couldn't disagree.

Tom reveled as I wept. In that honey-coated voice he purred, "You really are so beautiful when you cry."

"You are such a sore loser."

"I'd say I'm the winner right now," he observed with a gleeful smirk as he reached forward and wiped away my tears.

"I demand comfort sex as compensation," I grumbled.

"Cry a bit more for me?" he asked.

"I'll raspberry your belly," I threatened.

"Oooo so scary."

"I hate you," I moaned.

"Say it a bit louder, darling. I don't quite believe you."

I wept.

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Our last day at Hogwarts was June 27th, 1998.

The seventh year graduation was held that Saturday morning (yes, Dumbledore wore his Gandalf costume which brought tears to Harry's eyes) and then the students boarded the train by noon to head home.

Plenty of time for everyone to be home for a couple of hours before heading over to Lunar's Orchid for the giant We Survived Hogwarts graduation party I was throwing that night. It was a massive event with an open invitation to anyone who had attended Hogwarts and survived. The entire village was transformed over the past couple of months to cater to the event.

The weeks leading up to graduation had been hectic, but so worth it. I was able to bring in a lot of top tier caterers in England and surrounding countries. I even got a traditional magical candy maker from Japan to set up a stall.

The twins played a huge role in helping me prepare. We cleared out a massive lot to transform it into a dance floor and hired a variety of bands to come and play throughout the night. The twins developed a gigantic inflatable magical fun house that was so bouncy it would shoot the people up so high they could see the entire village. We set up another area that was heavily enchanted to snow throughout the entire party in preparation for a massive snowball fight that was scheduled an hour before midnight.

We set up a pool, along with a variety of water-related activities and toys. Fireworks were scheduled at midnight, and we'd have a broom racing event at two in the morning.

Naturally, to keep the energy going, all the provided drinks would be laced with a mild Pepper Up potion.

And we would have a lot of booze. A lot of booze.

Fenrir set up security. There would be a rotating staff of worgens on patrol to make sure nothing got too out of hand. Also had some healers hired and on stand by (also in rotating shifts so they could enjoy the party too).

It was going to be swell.

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At six o'clock that day, the party started up. Already hundreds of participants had arrived, mingling throughout the cobblestone streets of Lunar's Orchid. I met up with Harry first, my twin linking arms with me as we decided to grab some dinner before doing anything else.

We found Sirius at the turkey roast stall, waving at him in greeting.

"Hey Paddy!" I called out, and our godfather raised two giant turkey legs in response. "Aww those for us?"

He looked me dead in the eye and took a bite out of each leg as we approached.

I grabbed one of them and also took a bite out of it. "As if that would stop me. Oh no, coooooties!"

"Prat," he said, begrudgingly handing me one of the turkey legs.

"Hey where's mine?" asked Harry.

"Share with your bratty sister."

I offered the leg to Harry. "Afraid of cooties, too?"

"Nope," he said, taking a bite out of the leg. "Delicious cooties."

The three of us munched on some turkey legs and roasted nuts for half an hour or so, chatting as we meandered through the village. When I spotted the chocolate fountain—and Tom—I peeled off to meet up with him.

And eat chocolate covered strawberries because yum.

"Careful," I teased Tom as I approached. "I might push you into this one, too."

"Don't threaten me with a good time," he immediately said in response.

I snorted, picking up one of the strawberry sticks nearby and dipping it into the smooth milk chocolate. Tom and I talked for a little bit until our conversation transitioned back to the chocolate fountain. As it turned out, Tom was not going to have any of it. I was trying to convince Tom it wasn't nearly as unhygienic as he insisted it was, but he was having none of it.

"People double dip. You cannot convince me otherwise," he quietly argued.

"Sil's been monitoring all the food so no one can spike anything," I retorted. "If anyone does double dip, she'll magically sanitize it or something."

"Magic can't solve everything."

"Yes it can."

"Tom!"

Tom stiffened at the cheerful voice, whipping his head around as his eyes widened in blatant disbelief. "F-Fredrickson!"

A big fluffy worgen barreled over to Tom, grinning widely and wagging his tail. "Hi, Tom! Yeh won' believe the adventure I had! Did yeh know that place was owned by a lich?"

I gasped. "What? Lich? Where?"

"I tore its head off," bragged Fredrickson, then the puppy sagged. "Sorry teh tell yeh though... it ate yer other friend."

Tom gaped at Fredrickson for another moment before he recovered and smiled in disbelieving amusement. "Thank you for handling that, Fredrickson. I am... in awe of your return."

Fredrickson beamed. "Happy teh help, sir!"

"Evidently," said Tom. "Well... welcome back, Fredrickson. Please enjoy the party—whatever you purchase here is on me."

"Thank yeh sir!" Fredrickson's tail wagged back and forth so quickly it was a blur of fluff, then he did an odd stumble.

"Tired?" asked Tom to which Fredrickson nodded. "Go rest up. I'll ask Sil to tend to you."

"Thank yeh sir," said Fredrickson happily before he headed away.

We watched the russet-furred worgen leave. Tom leaned down to whisper to me, "Before I forget—meet me by the main fountain before the fireworks."

"Sure?" I said, wondering what Tom had in mind.

"And promise me you won't have any alcohol until after the fireworks."

"Aww boo!"

"Promise?"

"Promise! Butthead," I muttered.

He kissed the top of my head. "You've called me worse."

"Destroyer of a good time."

He flicked my nose.

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"Daphne!" I called out, spotting her through the crowd. "Come to the bouncy house with me."

"I am not wearing a good enough bra for that," she disagreed.

"Oh just add some cushion charms to it, it'll be fi-ine!"

Daphne rolled her eyes. "You aren't a D-Cup. You don't understand."

I stuck my tongue out at her. "Stinker. I need someone to bounce with, otherwise it's no fun."

"Go ask one of the boys."

"They said they were afraid of someone accidentally headbutting their balls."

Daphne snickered. "Fine. Go ask Pansy then. She's small."

"You seen her around?"

"Probably in the love tunnel for the eighteenth time with whoever," said Daphne airily.

I blinked at that. "Love tunnel? I didn't build a love tunnel."

"Oh. Someone did."

"Wow. I think I want to set it on fire."

"Now that I'll help you with," laughed Daphne.

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The tunnel of love had been set up near the back of the village. I had no idea who set it up, or who was running it since it was heavily magicked to run automatically. I was impressed they were able to get a moat up and working within such a short period of time.

Unfortunately for whoever set it up, they didn't account for one thing.

Fire.

Using the flamethrower spells, Daphne and I set it ablaze as we entered it.

"Pansy you in here?" I shouted, waving my flaming wand around.

"Rosie?" I heard a distant voice call out. Daphne and I headed further into the tunnel until we saw Pansy in a swan boat with another boy and girl on either side of her. I didn't recognize either of them, but they screamed in terror upon seeing the fire and promptly dove out of the boat, into the water, and climbed up onto the wooden pathways on either side of the moat.

"Come on A-Cup we're going to take over the bouncy castle," I told Pansy as another flaming chunk of the love tunnel ceiling fell into the moat.

"I was trying to get laid," Pansy protested.

We could still hear the screams of her dates as they continued to run away.

"I'll wingman for you later. Let's go."

"Ugh. If I can't have my snog fest now, neither can Tracey. Let's go get her."

"Always happy to cockblock," I cackled as Daphne shook off the flames from her wand.

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We found Tracey getting frisky with Lisa behind the inn. The three of us climbed onto the rooftop of the inn and dumped conjured ice water onto the two of them.

"AHHHH! COLD, COLD, COLD!" shrieked Tracey as she leapt off Lisa and hurried to cover her shirt. "DAMN YOU GIRLS!"

Pansy and I high-fived, laughing as Daphne struggled to reign in her laughter.

"Join the cock-block train and help us take over the bouncy castle," Pansy chortled.

Tracey and Lisa flipped us off, but they joined our noble cause nonetheless.

"Who are we recruiting next?" asked Pansy as Daphne used her wand to cast quick-drying spells on Tracey and Lisa.

"Let's go ruin Theodore's night and steal Hermione away," I said.

"I hope he cries," said Daphne with a delightful smirk.

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As it would turn out, stealing Hermione away (she was giggling over the ordeal as I princess-carried her away while Daphne and Pansy dueled against Theodore) instantly triggered a war against the boys. Theodore rounded up Draco, Harry, Neville, Ron, Blaise, Vincent, and Gregory to try and take the bouncy castle away from us.

We recruited Ginny and Luna along the way, and we fortified our bouncy castle as best we could.

Then the war was on.

Somehow, during the chaotic process of flinging spells back and forth, we got a commentator (Lee Jordan) and a crowd. People were cheering or boo'ing depending on what was done. More girls joined our side, and more boys joined Theodore's.

I hadn't intended it to be a battle of the sexes, but hey sometimes that's just how things rolled. Things continued to escalate until Sirius decided to be a butthead and joined Theodore's cause.

Which meant that Fred and George instantly joined their side as well and I just couldn't handle fighting all three of those chaotic masterminds.

So I cheated.

"ALL DRUNK FLUFF BUDDIES REPORT TO THE BOUNCY CASTLE TO DEFEND!"

Glorious fluffy chaos as dozens of stumbling worgens laughing and holding booze ran to the bouncy castle. The battle didn't last much longer after that.

Mostly because we accidentally deflated the castle and escaping it was a dramatic mess of screams, high-pitched squeals of laughter, and people getting abandoned to sink into the rubber.

Beautiful.

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Sipping on a virgin strawberry daiquiri, I wandered throughout the village chatting up with whoever came over. I was making my way to the fountain to meet up with Tom.

I had finished my drink as soon as I arrived at the fountain, vanishing it with a wave of one of my wands. Tom was already at the fountain, sitting down and relaxing. It was odd to see no one else was sitting at the fountain. There was a decent crowd of people standing around, yet none approached.

In fact all of my friends and family were standing around there. They smiled at me, some waving and calling out heys as I approached.

Taking a seat on the fountain next to Tom, I looked around. "Huh. Everyone's here. Did you make plans?"

"Yes," he said. "I thought you'd like to watch the fireworks with everyone."

I beamed. "Yeah. Thanks, dear."

"But of course," he said, leaning forward to give me a chaste kiss on the cheek. My lips turned up into an automatic smile.

Then the first of the fireworks shot up into the sky, an explosion of white sparklers that danced in the air. It was rapidly followed by several more, their beautiful lights brightening the night sky.

At first they were regular fireworks—each forming the standard shape upon explosion—but when the fifth round of fireworks hit the air, they formed the shape of roses.

Huh, I thought. Fred and George were in charge of the fireworks. I didn't think either of them would choose fireworks in the shape of flowers. Certainly not a rose—

Then the sixth round hit the air as the rose fireworks magically lingered.

Will you marry me, Rosie?

My heart stopped, as my head snapped back down to look for Tom. He had been sitting beside me, but now he was in front of me, kneeling and presenting a sparkling ring.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD—

I was hyperventilating, the instant shot of raw elation pierced my heart and melted it into a gooey mess. My head was scrambled into incoherence for several seconds as I floundered before I finally found the right word of, "Yes!"

"WOOO!" shouted several people around me as the crowd erupted into cheers, whistles, stomps, and claps.

Fireworks continued to explode as Tom placed the ring on my finger, then stood up, pulling me up with him and kissing me sweetly.

"Happy engagement!"

"Congratulations!"

"Long live the Queen!"

(≖‿‿≖)ノ⌒●~*

I wanna party with worgens in an inflatable bouncy castle.

Kisses and hugs. Double update because I love you. (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥