A/N. A weird pairing? Yes. Do I still like it? Definitely.

As always, my love for slash is expressed in a certain sub-couple you will see *smiles* eep! *fangirl moment*

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Chapter One: Research

If there was one thing Rose Weasley was sufficient at, it was research. One would argue that she was beyond "sufficient", but being the modest girl she was, would never admit it. Even if she grabbed at every chance in class to display her abilities by raising her hand or correcting other students - and perhaps, sometimes, the teachers themselves - and citing a text or article that would prove her right.

But, no, she would never outrightly say that she was bloody brilliant with research.

The fact that she was Head Girl said enough, anyway.

But soon her reign as Head Girl would come to a sad end following exams and graduation. All the younger years were very grateful for Rose's graduating. So what if she was strict with rules? They were called "rules" for a reason!

They'd called her the usual names. Swot. Know-it-all. Nazi. Prude.

Ah, yes. "Prude." A title she'd quite famously earned when she rejected the "most fit boy in school" Lorcan Lysander very loudly and very aghast in front of the entire Great Hall when he asked her to Hogsmeade in Third Year.

If only they knew what she was doing with her research proclivities now, they certainly wouldn't be calling her a prude any longer.

It was the week before final exams. The NEWTs. Rose was confident that she'd been ready for them since Fourth Year, and justified it to herself that she had earned a few minutes break from revising.

Rose had stumbled upon the book. It wasn't nearly as thick as any other book she's ever read and had a flimsy cover and bad binding, but was bright prink and the title was written in silver glitter.

HOW TO GET IN HIS HEAD...

AND OUT OF HIS CLOTHES.

It was written by a woman named Aphrodite Summers, who's listed credentials read:

"Specialist in Love

Healer's Degree in Sexual Health

Ex-Exotic Dancer

Matchmaker"

It looked like she knew what she was doing, after all, so Rose plucked it from the shelf and sat down in her usual study spot.

The book had five chapters.

The first one entitled "Sweat the Little Things". Rose was just halfway through the chapter when two boys appeared from thin air and plopped down next to her.

"Hey, Rosie," the darker haired boy said with a big, mischievous grin. "Whatcha reading? Doesn't look like a Potions text, I'll admit."

"Go away, Albus," Rose said, never lifting her eyes from the page, but discreetly manipulating the book in a way that made it so that couldn't read the title.

"That's no way to treat your cousin," Albus said, mockingly insulted. "Do you treat your cousins like that, Scor?"

Scorpius Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "Actually... yes."

"Okay, maybe that wasn't a good example."

"What do you two want?" Rose asked, wanting to just cut to the chase so she could send them away and continue to read about pheromones and hormones and the art of seduction.

"We want to know why you're reading a bright pink book," Scorpius said, leaning back in his chair lazily, his long legs stretched out and his arms crossed.

"And what it's about," Albus added with a smirk.

With a heavy sigh, Rose put down her book, shutting it and lying it face down. "It's personal."

"We're your best friends," Albus pointed out. "Nothing in your life has been 'personal' since you were eleven years old."

"It's obvious, isn't it?" Scorpius said with a roll of his eyes. "Look at that blush! It's something to do with Lupin. Still smitten with him, are you?"

Head tipped down, Rose shoved one of her curls behind her ear. "He's going to be at the platform." Dropping her face into her hands. "Is it so terrible that he broke up with Victoire - my own cousin - all but three months ago and I still plan on doing this?"

"Doing what, exactly?" Albus asked.

Without waiting for an answer, Scorpius snatched the book and flipped it over to read the cover. "Oh, I know this book. I read this in Second Year." He handed it to Albus.

"Did you?" Rose asked, raising her eyes, a touch of hope in them. "Did it work?"

"You tell me," Scorpius said with a shrug. "Five years later, and I'm still with this idiot." He nodded at Albus.

"You read a book on how to seduce me?" Albus asked, face twisting in puzzlement.

Scorpius nodded. "I did. Took me almost an entire year to perfect the theory, but I eventually did. And here we are. Still joined at the hip... and - come nighttime - several other places." His smirk was absolutely devious.

Shaking her head and squeezing her eyes shut, Rose said, "You both know that I'm awfully supportive of your relationship, but I'd rather leave the more physical goings on of your love outside my head."

"Are you sure about that?" Albus said, smiling. "Because he's terribly good at what he does - he could lend you a few pointers, even!"

"Oh, shut up!" Rose said, agitated and more than a little stressed. "Either give me real advice or leave me to my bloody reading! I have less than two weeks to read this book and come up with a game plan before seeing Teddy on the platform, alright? He is nine years older than me and I have plenty reason enough to be worried without you two teasing me!"

Scorpius and Albus exchanged a look for a long moment.

"Alright," Scorpius said, leaning forward and opening the book to a specific page. "This is what you have to do..."

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Every year for seven years Teddy Lupin waited on Platform 9 3/4 for the students of Hogwart's arrival home. He'd also be there on September 1st to see them off. For the first year, it was mostly because of his girlfriend, the beautiful Victoire, but after that it was for his many honorary cousins. It made him feel old, watching them grow year after year and eventually graduate.

James had graduated the year before, and that had been a tough day for everyone, his last time coming home. Ginny and Harry, Teddy's godfather, had both cried and hugged the boy closely for a long time. Their oldest boy was no longer a boy, but a man.

And this year, Albus and Rose were graduates. Teddy stood between Ginny and Harry and Ron and Hermione, both women biting their nails, and the men comforting their wives with proud, eager expressions.

Even the Malfoys, who joined them, seemed to have a crack in their usual cold facade for the homecoming of their son.

"Do you think Rose did well on her exams?" Hermione asked. "She's always so nervous about her exams! What if she froze up? She'll be devastated!"

"Of course she bloody did well on her exams, Granger," Draco Malfoy said. "She's your daughter, isn't she? Probably slept in the library since the first day of June."

"It's Weasley now, as its been for almost twenty years, Malfoy," Hermione said with a hint of pride.

"I'm sure Rosie did great," Teddy said, cutting into the bickering before it could become something he'd have to go into Auror Mode for. "She's the smartest girl I know... next to you, of course."

"Oh, Teddy," Hermione said with a flattered smile and a light blush.

"When was the last time you guys heard from Albus?" Ron asked his sister and Harry.

"Few weeks ago," Harry answered. "Sounded the same as usual. Excited about it all being over. He never was really a scholarly kid. He said the only thing he'll miss is Quidditch and seeing Scorpius every day."

Astoria smiled. "Yes, Scorpius said the same thing about Albus. Aren't they a darling couple, Draco?"

Draco Malfoy grumbled unintelligibly.

"Don't tell me you still have a problem with our sons being together?" Ginny demanded, looking every bit the protective momma bear.

"I do not have a problem with my son being interested in men," Draco said stoically, sounding confident and proud. "I just have a problem with my son being interested in your son. Years of Potter-Malfoy animosity gone to waste. It's like every scathing remark I made towards you was for nothing, Potter."

Before anyone could respond, they heard the train's whistle in the distance.

"They're here!" Ginny announced excitedly.

Less than ten minutes later, the train was in the station and students were flooding off of it. Before they knew it, the platform was packed and each parent was standing on their toes, stretching their necks, to catch a glimpse of their kid.

"There they come!" Hermione said, beaming. And only a moment later, Hugo had his mom in a tight hug. Hugo just finished up his Sixth Year and didn't care if anyone saw him hugging his mom - he'd missed her.

Ron was patting Hugo's back and asking for details on who one the Quidditch Cup.

Albus, Rose, and Scorpius walked towards them at a much more sedate pace, but still they were all smiling and bright-eyed to see their parents.

Scorpius was tall, blonde and handsome and Albus was made of darker tones and a brighter smile - but the one that Teddy was most surprised to see was Rose.

He did not remember her being so... adult.

It'd only been a year since he last saw her - she had stayed at school during the holidays to take full advantage of an empty library - but he did not remember her looking anything like she did as she walked towards them, a soft smile on her lips.

Thick, curly red hair fell around her shoulders instead of tucked up in a tightly constrained ponytail like it normally was. She was still in most of her uniform, but she'd rid herself of the robes and remained in her plaid skirt, knee-high socks, Mary Jane shoes, and a cap-sleeve undershirt.

And the clothes did nothing to contain her perfect hourglass figure.

Teddy swallowed. Since when was Rose so... beautiful? She used to be all frizzy hair, freckles, and skinny, lanky limbs, but now...

Teddy had to tear his eyes away when he realized he'd been staring too long. Rose embraced her father, saying, "I missed you, Daddy," which caused Ron to tear up a little - though he'd never admit it.

Rose went to everyone else first, which struck Teddy as weird. After all, they were best friends. All year, they wrote letters back and forth until the owls were sick of them, and whenever she was upset he'd offer to kick the arse of whoever hurt her. She'd even helped him go flat hunting a few summers back.

And when she finally got to him, he couldn't help but be transfixed by the massive smile that shone on her face. When she threw her arms around him, he readily hugged back, and maybe held on for a little too long.

Looking at her body hadn't been enough to justify just how much she'd changed. Less than a year ago, she was flat as a board! Now... now she was rather well endowed and when her breasts were crushed to his chest, Teddy had to take a deep breath to calm himself, but didn't have it in him to let her go.

Yeah. She was definitely all woman. Gone was the boyish frame. Welcome, big tits and round ass.

When Rose finally let go, Teddy knew exactly what was happening. He was sex starved. He'd gone three months without sex, whereas prior he was getting some on a daily basis. So, obviously, the very next attractive, supple, soft girl that smelt like strawberries that came along would set off his hormones.

"I'm so happy to see you!" Rose enthused, reaching up and ruffling Teddy's sandy brown hair. In school, he always had it a striking turquoise, but once he entered the "grown up world", Victoire had pressured him to go with something more traditional, so he changed it to the color that his father had. Doing this made a lot more people realize how much he looked like the late Remus Lupin, even though he possessed his mother's Metamorphmagus abilities.

"Good to see you too, kid," Teddy said, tugging on one of her curls.

Something that he said or did had Rose's frown falter ever so slightly before returning to full beam. She turned to her mother, father, and brother and asked, "So, what's the plan for today?"

"Well, first we'll take you home to put away your trunk and things, and then we'll head over to the Burrow for a little get-together, how does that sound?" Hermione said, lovingly running her hands through her daughter's hair in that maternal way of hers.

Hugo snorted. "Right. Like any get-together at the Burrow is ever 'little'."

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A/N. This will be a short story. Most likely a two- or three-shot. This story was just nagging me and I had to get it down on paper (or screen, as it were).

~ So Long And Thanks For All The Fish ~