A/N: Hey Guy's, long time no see, huh? Okay, okay, I'm sorry, you can put the knife down. Here's the outcome of the chess match! Now, if you like the next gen, I have freeverses about them, and the start of a story about them so go check it out. I also have pictures that are posted on deviantART and there will be more, so follow me on twitter to find out when more will be posted. Links on my profile. I just sent a Rose/Scorp one shot off to be beta-ed, and I have another one in the works if you like that pairing. So author alert me. if any of you are still reading this, I have like 83 people of alert, so if you all reviewed, imagine how many that would be!

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Ron's face was growing steadily redder, and Hugo looked like he was on the brink of smirking.

All the Weasley's apart from Hugo and Ron had left the room, after Ron and Hugo had proceeded to snap at them all in turn for silly things, like breathing too loudly.

Hugo moved his queen 4 spaces diagonally.

"Checkmate," he proclaimed triumphantly, smirking at the younder version of his father.

"It can't be," said Ron in horror, staring at the board in shock.

"Oh it is," informed Hugo. "You refuse to play anymore at home, because I know all your moves seeing as you taught them to me."

"This is horrible!" howled Ron.

Hermione poked her head back inside the room.

"Am I to take it that Hugo won?" she asked, trying to keep her face straight.

"He must have cheated!" cried Ron, pointing at Hugo.

Hugo rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Dad," he said.

Hermione left the room briefly and soon they were surrounded by people again.

"That's gotta suck, mate," said Harry sympathetically. "At least you can rest easy knowing that you can beat me in like, 10 moves."

"Yeah, yeah," growled Ron. "Rematch tomorrow."

"Whatever you say, father-dearest," sang Hugo, smiling at Ron's disgruntled face.

James looked at the expression on his uncle's face.

"Hey Rose," he asked, looking at Ron deliberately. "How's Scorpius?"

Rose flushed and instantly looked at her father, who had swiveled around to look at her.

"Who's Scorpius?" he asked with great interest.

"Nobody," said Rose quietly. "Just a friend."

"A very blonde friend," said James, watching Ron for any sign of a reaction.

There was one.

"What's he talking about, Rose," he asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Nothing Daddy," said Rose, looking around for an escape route.

"Nothing?" repeated James. "Is the fact that he's a Malfoy nothing as well?"

Rose's face went white.

"You absolute imbecile James!" she cried, as her father's face went purple from lack of oxygen. "It's okay Dad, breathe!" she said desperately to her father.

Teddy chose that time to intervene.

"It's okay Rosie," he said. "I'll take it from here, you may want to spare yourself his wrath when he comes to his senses."

"I'd come with you," said Hermione. "But I feel it would be better if I stayed to try and calm him down."

"Yeah," said Rose. "You are generally the only one who can calm him down."

Rose walked out of the room quickly, looking behind her forlornly as the door slammed shut.

"RONALD WEASLEY!" shouted Hermione as soon as the door closed. "HOW DARE YOU TREAT YOUR OWN DAUGHTER LIKE THAT!"

"But I haven't even had her yet?" protested Ron, waking up from his trance somewhat.

"That doesn't change anything at all! You still should not be a rude git to your own daughter!"

"But she's friends with a Malfoy! More than friends by the sound of it!" cried Ron, looking around for an escape.

"That's good then!" yelled Hermione. "It means that the next generation aren't suffering from half as much prejudice as we are now! We are fighting for no prejudice!"

Ron just sat there stunned, and Hermione chose just then to exit the room.

She found Rose curled up on the couch, glaring angrily at the coffee table.

"I hate James," she said.

"Oh Rosie," said Hermione, putting an arm around her daughter. "No you don't, it'll be all right."

"I'm gonna tell Hayley what he did," said Rose defiantly.

"Who's Hayley?" asked Hermione, curious.

"My best friend and the girl James likes. She hates him though."

Hermione just stroked her daughter's hair, trying not too laugh at how similar James S was to what she had heard about Harry's father.

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