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This fic takes place about twenty-some years after the series ends. It is about the Potter, Weasley, and Malfoy children. I took info from the epilogue in Deathly Hallows, but I have rounded out the characters and invented some new ones.

I have rated this story M with the intentions of moving towards smut territory later on. For now, it is pretty tame.

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Ch. 1 Meet Rose Weasley

Rose Weasley tossed and turned in the dark for a while before admitting defeat and staring up at the constellations mapped out on her ceiling with glow-in- the-dark plastic stars.

The cool thing about having a muggle-born mother was having access to twice the amount of toys. Considering the lack of magical powers at the muggles' disposal, they didn't have half-bad ideas for creative objects to entertain their children.

The not-so-cool thing about having a muggle-born mother, when she happened to be Hermione Granger Weasley, was that Rose didn't so much play with her toys as use them to learn important lessons that she wouldn't end up using for another decade or so. Case in point, the plastic stars that were her sixth birthday present. Now that Rose would be entering her fifth year at Hogwarts, her astronomy class would finally teach the material that would allow her peers to have the full knowledge necessary to make a diagram such as the one she glued to her ceiling almost ten years ago.

Rose's father Ron would often remark affectionately that Rose got her mother's brains. Rose liked being top in her class because it gave her much-needed confidence, but she wished that she was a little less book smart and a little more... socially cognizant. Which is a really nerdy way of saying less awkward.

All summer long, Rose had been planning ways to make her fifth year different. For one thing, she was determined to go to a party and get past the front door without being thrown out by her overprotective cousin James Potter or his best friend and partner in crime Charlie Thornwood.

When Rose's aunt Ginny and uncle Harry had asked James to look out for her during her first year, she was glad to have someone to help introduce her to Hogwarts. She was also grateful to have family support in her own year from James' brother Albus Severous Potter. As luck would have it, all of the Weasleys and Potters were in Gryffindor, along with Charlie who basically came with the package.

The guys all meant well, but Rose wasn't eleven anymore and, unlike her three chaperones, she felt like she was ready to brave things like, I don't know, getting within ten feet of a boy not related to her. Actually, to tell the truth, she was completely terrified of the prospect but knew it was a necessary step in the process of getting a boyfriend like her best friend Lucy Lovett had.

Lucy was kind of a space case, but she was still a kick-ass best friend, even if she was in Ravinclaw. Whatever, she was totally on par with Rose's nerdiness and she understood stuff that guy friends never could. Ever since Lucy got a boyfriend, though, Rose felt like there was a growing gap between them. Lucy and her boyfriend seemed to share a secret knowledge of things that Rose knew nothing about. Rose wanted someone to share that special bond with, and she had decided that this year was her year.

Other than her three bodyguards, Rose felt she had several things standing in her way of getting a boyfriend. Puberty was in full swing with all that that entails with the exception of her breasts, who apparently hadn't gotten the memo. While the rest of her body was raging, they seemed content to just sit pretty at a nice almost B- cup (on a good day). How humiliating. She liked her eyes, which were blue like her father's, but his other genetic contributions she was not so thrilled about. Like all other Weasleys, she was awkwardly tall and had embarrassingly red hair. There wasn't much she could do about her height or her breasts, but she had died her hair brown in an effort to look more sophisticated. She would be debuting her knew look at platfrom nine and three quarters tomorrow morning.

She was definitely way to nervous to sleep.