I really have fallen in love with the Scorpius/ Rose pairing and felt the need to write something like this. I know its been done before, and sorry to anyone who feels I have stolen their idea.
I don't own Harry Potter; if I did there would be a Next Generation series by now.
First Winter
The cold bit at the little girl's feet, as she crunched the snow beneath her, with her stripy green Wellington boots. Daintily skipping behind her father, red, curly hair bouncing behind her. Those six year old eyes had seen little, but read much; she was prepared for excitement and adventure way beyond her years; influenced by the tales of her mother and fathers past.
The elder man looked down at his daughter, silently watching her make a snow angel on the ground, laughing along with her girly giggle, a warm feeling in his stomach, a feeling of happiness. She closed her eyes and stopped for just a second, beforeā¦
'RAAAAAAH. Did that scare you daddy?' she said opening her right eye and then her left; in the hope of seeing a terrified father.
'Yes, because you're a scary little monster' he said, lifting her up and carrying her to a pile of snow, where he dropped her, the white dust jumping up and attaching to his scarf and gloves.
Before long Ron Weasley, saw a flash of blonde jump into the snow beside his daughter; half landing on her.
'Aha. I got you gingey. You're it' laughed the little boy, before jumping up and running behind the tree.
'Scorpius' The little girl spoke with fierceness 'that's no fair' she ran after him, tackling him to the ground. 'Aha. Now I got you!'
'Rosieeeeeee. Please get off me, and I will push you on the swing'
'Can I have your go then?'
'Uhmmmmm. Okay.'
'Pinky promise?'
'Yeah' the little boy held out his finger and Rose took it; like it was the only thing that mattered.
Rose Weasley rolled of the boy before dragging him off towards the playground in front of them.
'Hello.'
'Draco.' Ron replied with a nod.
The two shook hands and conversed for a while; the differences of old were no more; they didn't want it to affect their children's life and their choices, and began to act like grown ups. No longer was there the prejudice and discrimination, Malfoy's used to face; Draco, had done much to improve the Wizarding World, and was now well respected, his family forgotten.
They were distracted, with a sharp tug on the bottom of their coats; their respective children, begging for the other to come to their house to play.
