Later that night, Hermione was laying in her bed reading when Ron came in the room. She could tell he was tired, as she hoped he would be. This way, he wouldn't want to fight back when she told him about Rose and Scorpious.

"Long day, dear," she asked him every so sweetly.

Walking into the closet to change, Hermione heard him respond, "Do you know how difficult it is to buy gifts for you two? I mean your fairly easy. A few new books and something that I'm going to keep a secret, but for Rose? The only thing she likes is books, but I have no idea which ones to get her." Ron walked out of the closet and fell into bed next to his wife.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Hermione replied, not taking her eyes off the book in her hands.

"Well I think I am. It's hard knowing what book is too girly and what book is just girly enough. Thank Merlin that I had Hugo with me. He had some clue at least."

"I wasn't talking about that, Ronald."

"Then what were you talking about?" Ron said propping himself up on his arm to look at Hermione.

"I was referring to what you said about her only liking books. I think she might like more then that."

"What? Did she say something about some new thing she wanted? Because I'm not going back out to get it. She can have the money and go get it herself after Christmas."

"I'm not talking about toys! Honestly, Ronald. No wonder it took you so long to finally kiss me. You're oblivious to these kinds of things." Hermione closed her book and positioned herself to be looking at her husband. He still looked a little confused.

"Do you mean she likes someone?"

"Yes."

"Well does the boy like her?"

"Yes, and they happen to be dating."

"My little Rosie's got a boyfriend. Why did she tell you and not me?"

"Well, in case you're forgetting, I am her mother. She tells me things too."

"That's not what I meant love. I meant why didn't she tell both of us?"

"Because she's afraid of how you'll react."

"I won't have a problem with it unless he's a little prat."

Hermione reached over and hit her husband on the arm. "Do not call him a prat Ronald! You don't even know who he is!"

"Have you met him?"

"No."

"Then, how do you know he doesn't deserve to be called a prat?"

"RONALD!"

"Okay! Sorry! Now are you going to tell me who he is or do I need to go and wake up Rose?"

"I will tell you if you promise not to overreact."

"Fine."

"Fine. His name is Scorpious Malfoy"

"WHAT!"

"You said you wouldn't overreact!"

"Well that's before I knew it was Draco Malfoy's son! I can't believe this! You told her to break up with him, right? No way will I have my daughter dating a Malfoy."

"Actually, I told our daughter that she may date whomever she would like to"

"Hermione! Why the bloody hell would tell our daughter that she can date him. That's it. I'm fixing this right now!" Ron jumped out of the bed and took off toward the bedroom door, but Hermione managed to beat him to it. She had her wand in hand and pointed it directly at him.

"I knew it! You've officially lost your mind! Probably read one too many books."

"Don't start with me Ron. I promise that I will use a body-binding curse on you if I have to. Now, I wasn't done. Just hear me out and you can talk to her in the morning."

Ron walked back over to the bed, mumbling incoherently under his breath. "Fine. Tell how bloody fantastic this boy is and why I shouldn't go to that house and hex him for even looking at her."

"Because your daughter likes him," Hermione said while walking back over to the bed, "And don't you remember what happened with my father? And how he didn't like you at first? Do you want to drive a wedge between you and your daughter because of who she likes?"

"Don't put that on me. I'm not trying to make her unhappy. I just don't like that family. I didn't think you did either."

"Well guess what Ron, he's not like the rest of his family. He's a Gryffindor of all things!"

"I didn't know that."

"Of course you didn't. Once you heard Malfoy, you were done listening."

"I'm sorry. So what else do you know about him?" Ron actually looked interested now.

"Not that much. That's why I was thinking," Hermione started with a twinkle in her eye that Ron knew all too well, "that he could come and have dinner with us over their Spring break."

"Who's to say they'll still be together?"

"Ronald Weasley!"

"Just kidding! Calm down love! What I meant to say was 'That's a wonderful idea, and he can come as long as he doesn't bring his parents.""

"Oh, honestly!"

"Don't push it Hermione. Now, I'm going to sleep because I'm getting up early so that I can have a nice little chat with that daughter of ours."

"Don't you make her upset Ronald. I'm warning you. You'll have to deal with me."

"I'm not scared of you Hermione."

Hermione attempted to make a reply, but was silenced by her husband's lips on hers. The conversation had gone better than she had ever imagined it. Ron wrapped his arms around Hermione and reached to turn out the light. It seems as if he had already forgotten about going to sleep.

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