“Gosh Vicky, I didn't know you were stupid,” I smirked, and she kicked me under the table.
“Don't call me Vicky,” she hissed at me.
“I bet that's not what you tell Teddy,” I said cheekily. I was in a good mood. Dom squeezed my hand. 

“Ah, that's why you should go out with someone older,” I said lightly.
“Not my own age?”
“No, you act about ten years older than you are.”
“By that logic I should be going out with someone who's twenty six,” he smirked at me. 

Mr Weasley stood up at the head of the table, his wand pointed at his throat to magnify his voice.
“A toast!” he beamed, raising his glass. “To family. Very few things have given me satisfaction in life, but tinkering with cars and raising my children and grandchildren with Molly have been two of them. Cheers!” 

“No,” I said, “We're going to tell her. Now.” I grabbed him and disapparated.

“Mum!” I yelled through the house when everything rematerialised.
“Which one?” Alexis joked, coming out of the kitchen. “Oh. Draco.”

Ginny's warm hands grabbed my shoulders. “Snap out of it. He loves you. He always has. Always.”

“How did you guys do it?” I looked up at them from where I was sat. “How did you walk down there and give yourself to another person?”
“I'm not going to lie,” Hermione said, “I honestly thought Ron would run off halfway through the ceremony. But I trusted him, and he didn't.”
 
There's been a jump of five years, this is more of a prelude to the next few chapters.

Oh God oh God oh God.

I'd just admitted in front of everyone that I was in love with Scorp. And he was in love with my favourite cousin. And my favourite cousin was in love with him.
“Scorp wouldn't be good for you Rose,” James reassured me. “He's too... naughty.”
Great. I was known for being a goody two shoes. Wonderful.