New story! Yay! I have been thinking about doing a Scorpius/Rose story for a while now, and I guess I just finally decided to start it. Hopefully you will all enjoy!

Disclaimer: Basically anything that you recognize isn't mine, because if it was it would mean that I would be the writing god, J. K. Rowling, which I can assure you, I am not.

Prologue

Hermione was sitting next to her husband on the couch. It was Christmas Eve, and she and most of the rest of the Weasley family were currently at the Burrow for the holidays. Even though Molly and Arthur Weasley had passed away years ago, Victoire and Teddy were still on their honeymoon, and Bill and his family and Charlie couldn't be there, she was still surprised that they all fit in the house.

She was just watching the snowflakes fall outside, thinking how cliché snow on Christmas Eve was, when her something else caught her attention.

"You fowl, little git! I hope you never talk to me ever again!" her thirteen-year-old daughter, Rose, yelled.

"You are such a know-it-all! Why can't you just keep your opinions to yourself!" an equally angry Scorpius Malfoy yelled back. Albus, who sat between the both of them, looked worried, but didn't say anything.

Scorpius decided to stay with the Potters this year instead of going home for the holidays, which Hermione didn't think was very unusual. Though Ron didn't originally approve of the friendship, Rose, Scorpius, and Albus have been inseparable since first year. Hermione didn't know all the details about how they became friends, but she thought it was great. She was happy that old prejudices were finally being forgotten.

Ron turned to her with a slight smirk on his face. Though he got over the whole "their daughter being friends with a Malfoy" deal after he realized how well-raised Scorpius really was, Hermione knew that deep down he still hoped just a bit that Rose would stop being friends with him. "Do you think we should figure out what's going on?" he asked, gesturing in Rose and Scorpius's direction.

"No. They'll make up and get over it soon enough," Hermione replied.

"How do you know that? Rose sounds pretty angry, if you ask me."

"Because they remind me of us," she replied.

Ron was dumbstruck. Whatever he was expecting her to say, it wasn't that. The smirk was wiped off his face. Now he looked like something hit him in the back of his head. "But you and I… we eventually… you know..." he replied, trailing off.

Hermione merely laughed.