Chapter 1: Dating the Devil's Spawn

It was Spring Break for the Weasley/Potter clan. The Hogwarts-aged kids were all back from school for a week, and the whole family was spending some quality time at the Burrow.

One morning, Rose Weasley, Ron and Hermione's 15-year-old daughter, came down late for breakfast. Ron noticed right away that she seemed nervous.

"Mummy, Daddy, everyone," she announced. "There's something I need to tell you." The rest of the family stood at silent attention. Rose took a deep breath.

"I'm dating Scorpius Malfoy."

Ron instantly spluttered out his butterbeer, spraying it all over Harry. This cued the family to devolve into controlled chaos.

"Finally, you plucked up the courage to tell them," Hugo said with relief.

"Yeah, we've only known you were dating him for like 6 months," Albus added. Ron took this opportunity to round on his son and nephew.

"You two knew about this?"

"Duh," said James II, "Rosie made us swear not to tell you. She figured we would be the best at keeping it a secret."

"Wait," called Harry, holding court at the table. Everyone turned, figuring he might offer up something at least constructive, but instead he just asked, "Since when is James good at keeping a secret?"

"Since I threatened to hex and then castrate him if he even let slip one word," Rose responded.

"Rose Weasley! I can't believe you would intimidate your cousin that way!" scolded Hermione.

"I can't believe you would actually go and date the devil's spawn!" Ron roared, as he got up and made to move towards his daughter. Harry intercepted him, and the two men briefly wrestled with each other.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"

"Punishing my daughter properly!"

"For what? Going out with someone you don't like?!"

"You mean, someone we don't like. Now, get out of my way, Potter!"

"First of all, she's dating the son of someone we don't like. If you're going to try and rationalize something, at least do it properly. Second of all, she's my goddaughter, and I will uphold my promise to protect her from anyone, even you!"

"Ron! Harry! Stop it this instant!" Hermione snapped. "Remember the last time you both fought like this?" She, of course, was referring to probably the second worst night of her life, when her future husband had abandoned her and her future brother-in-law on their hunt for the Horcruxes.

That stopped Ron. The two men separated and stared at each other before calmly taking their places at the table again. Rose, meanwhile, felt very grateful to her favorite uncle for appearing to take her side, or at least, not automatically take the side of her parents, his best friends, as he did in most other situations.

Silence permeated the room again, until Lily spoke up.

"Um, Rosie, what does this mean? Does this mean if you and Scorpius get married, we'll be related to the Malfoys?"

Related? thought Ron in horror. Related?!

"Rosie, you can't do this me!" Ron screamed.

"Rosie, you can't do this to me!" Hermione unexpectedly echoed. Ginny just sat there, laughing.

"Shut it, you," Ron snarled in his sister's direction, but backed off when she brandished her wand at him.

"I will use this, big brother, and don't think I won't!"

"ENOUGH!" Rose suddenly bellowed. The other 25 people in the room stared at her. "Mum, Dad, Hugo, I have arranged for us all to have Easter dinner with Scorpius' family. That's a month from now. You have until then to wrap your brains around my new relationship and get your acts together." And before anyone could protest, she stormed upstairs.

"She's definitely Hermione's daughter," George muttered. Everyone else glared at him.