Ron Weasly:
I love my family. Days like this I wish could last forever. It was me, and my daughter Rose, she had just turned seven, the days' fly by so fast. Rose and me were going out for ice-cream. I had already taken a 2 weeks leave so I might as well spend it.
"What are you getting Daddy," Rose looked up at me with her big brown eyes. Her pigtails bounced along as she skipped. "I'm not getting anything Rosie," I said to her, she was always a caring girl. The shop was in view several minutes later. It was a Monday so the store was mostly deserted, except for Malfoy. Of course out of every father and son it was them. His son certainly didn't fall far from the tree with his looks. They had the same dark eyes, same pointed face, same blonde hair.
I tried to ignore him for Rosie's sake. As soon as we got our ice-cream we were out the door. Rose came skipping after me. She lapped at her ice-cream till our next stop.
The first thing that happened was that Rose tripped. Her dress caught under her bright red sneaker. Before I knew it her ice-cream was all over her dress. Then the oddest thing happened, Malfoy and his son had been apparently sitting on one of the Ice-cream stores benches in clear sight of this. The son immediately sprang out of his seat and rushed to Rose's rescue. He helped her up and gave her napkins to dry herself with.
"Are you ok?" Was the first thing to come out of the little boy's mouth. "I'm fine it's just ice-cream," Rose responded. The boy took a glance at his ice-cream over at the bench him and his father were sitting at. "Wait just a second, I'll replace your ice-cream," these were the boy's last words before spirting over to the bench. He came back with his ice-cream. "It might not be the same flavor but," he said as he handed it over to Rose. "Thank you so much!" She hugged him in return for his kind gesture.
This was when Malfoy decided to intervene. He was right behind his son and opened his mouth to speak when Rose spoke to Malfoy's son. "This means were besties now!" Malfoy shot me a glare as if this was all my fault. What did Rose just get me into