Post by kcsficmas on Jan 11, 2012 11:50:27 GMT -8
Title: Holiday Letters
Rating: G
Summary: Ron must learn to cope when the holidays bring a surprise...
Author's Note: I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry >< you can shoot me. I made you an additional present to try and make up for it...
* * *
It was a crisp winter day when the Hogwarts Express pulled into King's Cross Station, the steam rising up from the scarlet engine totally consuming the snow that drifted in the air.
Ron Weasley, a long time grown up since he himself had ridden this train, grinned as he saw a head of hair as red as his hop off the train and rush towards them.
"She's grown," his wife, Hermione, said softly as they watched their daughter sprint through the crowd. "She's taller."
Rose rushed into her father's arms throwing her arms around his waist. Ron hugged his child and kissed the top of her head. His son, Hugo, appeared moments later and was enveloped in his mother's arms.
The family hugged one another for several moments, shivering in the frosty air but too excited to care. By then Ginny and Harry had arrived with their own three children and greetings were exchanged between the two families.
Ginny and Herminone were discussing plans for Christmas dinner at the burrow when something caught Ron's eye. Or rather someone. It was Draco Malfoy's son, Scorpius. He was the spitting image of his father at the same age, the same pale hair and pointed face. But it was not the resemblance to his old nemesis that had caught his eyes. It was that he was waving at his daughter. Furthermore his daughter was waving back.
Ron frowned and opened his mouth- but then caught Hermione's eye (he should have known better to think she would have missed the interaction)- and closed it. Now was not the time to question his only daughter as to why she was waving (and smiling!) at the son of a snobbish prat. Ron still had not totally forgiven Malfoy for what had happened during the Second War.
Trunks and pets were collected (an affinity to ginger cats seemed to run in the family) and the family of four crowded into the car Hermione had insisted on getting (completely unmagiced much to her father-in-law's disappointment), promised to see the Potters soon, and headed home.
* * *
The children had been home for three days and it was the third morning in a row that an eagle owl had arrived over breakfast with a letter sealed with the Malfoy family crest- a letter addressed to Ron Weasley's daughter.
He fought and failed to keep a frown from his face when his daughter snatched the letter quickly (away from the grasping hands of her little brother) and escaped form the table with it clutched to her chest.
"Rose has a boyfriend, Rose has a boyfriend!" Hugo chanted as he jumped up and ran after her.
The frown become a full on scowl. His daughter could not have a boyfriend. She was only fourteen! A baby really. And she certainly could not have a boyfriend that was a Malfoy. He stood, ears pink and jaw set determinedly. He would not allow this, not under his roof. No daughter of his would date the son of a stuck up, ferret faced-
"Don't you dare."
Hermione, she really did miss nothing. She wasn't even facing him, but clearing dishes from the kitchen table.
Ron sighed and slumped back in his seat. He covered his face with his hands and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "How she do this to me?" he moaned.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh Ron don't be so melodramatic," she said, "and help me clear these dishes."
Ron stood and took out his wand to do as told. "But a Malfoy?"
"It's not as if they're betrothed to be married," Hemione pointed out, flicking her wand at the sink and the dishes started washing themselves.
"But they are dating?" It came out rushed, words practically tumbling over one another in his haste to ask the question.
His wife just shrugged. "I don't know, she hasn't told me, but she gets letters from him every morning and returns one every night."
Ron's jaw dropped. He hadn't known about the return letters.
Hermione looked up, meeting her eyes squarely with her's. "Ron, don't ruin this for her. I know we had our differences with Malfoy-"
"He was a bigoted little-"
"The point is," Herminone said sternly, she never liked being interrupted. "We cannot let the actions of the past define the actions of the future. Draco Malfoy is no longer the boy he was and neither is his son."
She tapped an empty mug with her wand and it filled itself with rich, creamy, hot chocolate. She pushed the mug across the table to him and filled one for herself.
"What if she falls in love?"
Herminone reached out and covered his hand with her own. "Then we'll be happy for her."
* * *
Three things I would like to have included in my gift are...
1) Scorpius/Rose
2) snow
3) hot chocolate
Rating: G
Summary: Ron must learn to cope when the holidays bring a surprise...
Author's Note: I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry >< you can shoot me. I made you an additional present to try and make up for it...
* * *
It was a crisp winter day when the Hogwarts Express pulled into King's Cross Station, the steam rising up from the scarlet engine totally consuming the snow that drifted in the air.
Ron Weasley, a long time grown up since he himself had ridden this train, grinned as he saw a head of hair as red as his hop off the train and rush towards them.
"She's grown," his wife, Hermione, said softly as they watched their daughter sprint through the crowd. "She's taller."
Rose rushed into her father's arms throwing her arms around his waist. Ron hugged his child and kissed the top of her head. His son, Hugo, appeared moments later and was enveloped in his mother's arms.
The family hugged one another for several moments, shivering in the frosty air but too excited to care. By then Ginny and Harry had arrived with their own three children and greetings were exchanged between the two families.
Ginny and Herminone were discussing plans for Christmas dinner at the burrow when something caught Ron's eye. Or rather someone. It was Draco Malfoy's son, Scorpius. He was the spitting image of his father at the same age, the same pale hair and pointed face. But it was not the resemblance to his old nemesis that had caught his eyes. It was that he was waving at his daughter. Furthermore his daughter was waving back.
Ron frowned and opened his mouth- but then caught Hermione's eye (he should have known better to think she would have missed the interaction)- and closed it. Now was not the time to question his only daughter as to why she was waving (and smiling!) at the son of a snobbish prat. Ron still had not totally forgiven Malfoy for what had happened during the Second War.
Trunks and pets were collected (an affinity to ginger cats seemed to run in the family) and the family of four crowded into the car Hermione had insisted on getting (completely unmagiced much to her father-in-law's disappointment), promised to see the Potters soon, and headed home.
* * *
The children had been home for three days and it was the third morning in a row that an eagle owl had arrived over breakfast with a letter sealed with the Malfoy family crest- a letter addressed to Ron Weasley's daughter.
He fought and failed to keep a frown from his face when his daughter snatched the letter quickly (away from the grasping hands of her little brother) and escaped form the table with it clutched to her chest.
"Rose has a boyfriend, Rose has a boyfriend!" Hugo chanted as he jumped up and ran after her.
The frown become a full on scowl. His daughter could not have a boyfriend. She was only fourteen! A baby really. And she certainly could not have a boyfriend that was a Malfoy. He stood, ears pink and jaw set determinedly. He would not allow this, not under his roof. No daughter of his would date the son of a stuck up, ferret faced-
"Don't you dare."
Hermione, she really did miss nothing. She wasn't even facing him, but clearing dishes from the kitchen table.
Ron sighed and slumped back in his seat. He covered his face with his hands and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "How she do this to me?" he moaned.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh Ron don't be so melodramatic," she said, "and help me clear these dishes."
Ron stood and took out his wand to do as told. "But a Malfoy?"
"It's not as if they're betrothed to be married," Hemione pointed out, flicking her wand at the sink and the dishes started washing themselves.
"But they are dating?" It came out rushed, words practically tumbling over one another in his haste to ask the question.
His wife just shrugged. "I don't know, she hasn't told me, but she gets letters from him every morning and returns one every night."
Ron's jaw dropped. He hadn't known about the return letters.
Hermione looked up, meeting her eyes squarely with her's. "Ron, don't ruin this for her. I know we had our differences with Malfoy-"
"He was a bigoted little-"
"The point is," Herminone said sternly, she never liked being interrupted. "We cannot let the actions of the past define the actions of the future. Draco Malfoy is no longer the boy he was and neither is his son."
She tapped an empty mug with her wand and it filled itself with rich, creamy, hot chocolate. She pushed the mug across the table to him and filled one for herself.
"What if she falls in love?"
Herminone reached out and covered his hand with her own. "Then we'll be happy for her."
* * *
Three things I would like to have included in my gift are...
1) Scorpius/Rose
2) snow
3) hot chocolate