Disclaimer: Nothing but this story is my own. Characters were created by the wonderful JK Rowling. I wouldn't be able to write this without them!
Author's Note: Well well, looks like I'm writing again. This time Harry Potter. Brilliant eh? This story is going to be mostly a TedxRose story, orginally meant to be a one shot, but so many ideas flew it my head this would be one hell of a one shot. So it's going to be short, not too dragged out, just enough to make a point. Well that's the plan for right now anyways. Alright, enough of my rambling, off to Imagine.
Chapter One: Deal
June 22nd, 2022
It was a surprisingly warm day at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Ron Weasley. The small two-story house not far from the Burrow held the family of four nice and cozy throughout the summers. When they weren't at the Burrow, the family rested here, with the large back yard for Quidditch in the back and the garden Hermione worked so hard to keep in check. It was the constant care, the constant watering and the constant de-gnoming that Ron would do each weekend that made it perfect for the summer evenings with the Potter's, Harry and Ginny and their children, James, Albus and Lily. Rose and Hugo were big Quidditch enthusiasts and spend summer after summer practising in the big back yard. But today, there was not one person out in the back yard, nor the small front yard. Instead, Rose Weasley sat at the kitchen table, he father sitting opposite of her and her mother cleaning the dirty dishes from the recent lunch.
Since returning home from school, Rose, Rosie to her friends and family, had seemed quite distant with the family. No stories of the year were shed in her point of view, not a word of her graduation that every Weasley had attended, no input on Gryffindor winning both the House and Quidditch cup. None at all. Not even that bloody boyfriend of hers, Scorpius Malfoy. Not that Ron complained. But he could see his little girl hurt for some reason or another, and he did not like it one bit. So, here they were, sitting around the kitchen table. During lunch, when Hermione asked her what was wrong, she looked down at her food. After a little persuasion from both parents, Rosie agreed to share what was going on after lunch.
"So Rosie. What do you have to tell us?" Ron asked his only daughter. Rose Weasley was fresh out of Hogwarts, heading into her career as a Healer at St. Mungo's. Ron was ecstatic when his daughter gave him the news, as was Hermione, since she was working there herself. Rosie was convinced that her mother pulled some strings to get her in, but Hermione didn't do anything. Her daughter just doubted her magical talent. Ron had assumed it was something to do with leaving Hogwarts and becoming an adult. Without Hermione to guide him, he probably wouldn't be an Auror right now.
"Well Dad." Rosie began, her hands in her lap, fingers entwined. "It's about Scorpius." She said. Her voice breaking at the Malfoy's name. Ron's chest contracted.
"I swear to Merlin, if he laid—"
"No Dad." Rosie sighed, closing her eyes and looked down at her hands. Her father was so protective over her, but she loved him all the same. It made her feel safe to have her over-protective Auror father ready to beat up any boy who could harm her in a moment's notice. If Scorpius had actually hurt her, he was sure he'd be halfway to the Malfoy Manor now. Hermione stopped cleaning the dishes and walked over to her daughter, kneeling down next to their small kitchen table, hand on her shoulder. "I broke up with him."
Ron tried his best to control the smile that was ready to burst out. There was no hiding the fact that Ron despised the Malfoy boy. "Oh.. Um.. Can I ask why?" Ron asked and shivered at the cold glare his wife gave him.
"It was just.. it was a whole lot of things.." Rosie said, looking up at her father, giving him a look that said she didn't really want to talk about it. Her father nodded, he knew his daughter too well. He stood up and walked the short distance over to her, pulling her into a hug. He heard her sniff and a few wet spots hit his dress shirt and pulled her closer.
"I.. I'm just going to lay down for a bit. Wake me for supper?" Rosie sniffed again, backing out of her father's hug and wiping her eyes.
"Of course sweetie." Ron said, leaning over and kissed her daughter's forehead. "You know I love you right?" Ron smiled down at his daughter as Hermione gave her a hug. Rosie smiled at her father and gave him a nod, starring into his identical eyes. She had received her father's blue eyes and mother's wavy, curly, frizzy hair. The color of her hair was unnatural how every, sharing both the reds from her father's hair but brown from her mother's. Hugo was convinced it was going through it's 'awkward' stage but Hermione reminded her son that hair didn't go through puberty like humans did. Still, Hugo loved calling his sister's hair color 'rouge-brun' and that it was going through the 'awkward pubscent stage'.
"I love you too Daddy." She smiled bravely before making her way up into her room. Ron stood still and Hermione gave him a weird look. As soon as he heard the door close to his daughter's bedroom, he did a small happy dance in the kitchen.
"Ronald!" Hermione scolded, taking her drying towel and whipping him across the head.
"Ow! What you hell you doing that for?" Ron asked, rubbing the back of his head.
"Our daughter broke up with her boyfriend, the boyfriend she's had since fourth year and you do a happy dance?" Hermione asked, placing her hands on her hips. She oddly resembled Molly Weasley, and Ron had to take a step backwards.
"Aw, come on 'Mione, you know how much I hated Scorpius. One, he's the son of the idiot who gave us both such a hard time in school. Two, his name is Scorpius, like who in the world names their son Scorpius, I don't even think that's a real—"
"Ronaaaald." Hermione sighed, bringing a hand to her forehead and shaking her head. "The point?"
"I don't like him and he was not fit to date my daughter anyways." Ron smiled. "Now he's gone for good! Thank the bloody Lord! I was thinking we were going to have Malfoy as an in-law soon." He caught his wife shiver at the thought and she scowled at him, which only caused Ron to chuckled and pulled her into a hug.
"Everything will turn out fine soon. It always does." Ron smiled, kissing his wife's forehead when the heard the back door open. The pair turned to see a turquoise head poke into the room.
"Teddy! Bloody head it's been awhile. Home finally from training are yah?" Ron said, letting go of his wife to give Ted Lupin the manly half-hug-half-hand-shake sort of thing. Ted beamed down at Ron, the boy never stopped growing. He walked over to Hermione and gave her a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug.
"I know, it's been to long Uncle Ron." Teddy smiled. He had picked it up when he was little, when Vic was going around calling everyone aunt and uncle. No one bothered to correct him, Ted was just as much a part of the family as anyone else.
"How was training Teddy? I remember Ron complaining a lot." Hermione giggled, avoiding the playful swat her husband sent.
Teddy laughed. "Oh it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Even with the extra work because of this thing." Ted said, pointing to his hair, changing to a bright purple now. Ron shook his head. Even now, twenty-four years down the road and he still wasn't used to it.
"So you're all done now I suppose?" Ron said, moving to sit down, offering Teddy a chair. Ted slung his back pack off his shoulder and onto the ground. He was the perfect mixed of his parents. Intelligent, quick with the wand and generous like his father, witty, funny and friendly like his mother. He had his father's features, like the grey eyes and angular jaw, but his mother's lips and metamorphagus powers were there as well. Ron always looked at the boy and felt bad for the great parent's he missed out on.
"Finally yah. They got me set up in the fall to work with you guys in London." Teddy beamed.
"That's brilliant Ted!" Ron said and Hermione looked over at her husband. Ron had always loved having Ted around, becoming almost a second godfather to the boy. They had always been close.
"So yeah, are Hugo and Rosie home?" Ted asked. Along with taking the hearts of the Weasley adults, Ted had become a big brother to each of their children. Rosie and Hugo especially. Apparently as a child, Rosie loved to follow Ted around the Burrow. While Victoire would complain about her 'being a bother', Ted didn't mind having the munchkin around at all. They were the kind of people that age didn't matter with. So what is Ted was six years older then Rosie? It didn't make a difference to him.
"They been home yeah, but Hugo's headed off to a friend's house for a few weeks, and Rose.." Hermione bit her lip, looking over at her smug husband.
"Rose broke up with Scorpius." Ron smiled brilliant. Hermione scowled and Ron just duked quick enough to avoid the flying wet towel aimed at his head.
"Is she alright?" Ted asked concerned.
"Yeah she's fine. She's the one who broke up with him." Ron said, his voice not as cheery now as to not upset his wife.
"Umm, do you think..?" Ted trailed off and was met by a blank stare from Ron but a nod from Hermione.
"Of course Teddy. You were always one to cheer her up." Hermione smiled and Ted returned it before standing up out of the chair and making the familiar path up to Rosie's room. Ron smiled as he watched the boy go up the stairs, the only one who was allowed to enter the room of his daughter.
"I could see our Rosie going for Teddy." Ron said when he heard the door upstairs closed. Hermione chuckled.
"Sure, you say that now, but if they ever started dating you would hate him just as much as Scorpius." Hermione chuckled, continuing with the dishes.
"No I wouldn't!" Ron said defensively and it only made Hermione laughed louder. A sly smirk slid onto the man's stubble covered face. "Wanna bet?"
Hermione turned to her husband. "If they ever go out and you hate Ted, then you give me ten galleons."
"Love, we share all our money." Ron chuckled, standing up from his seat at the table, hands manoeuvring to his pockets. Hermione scoffed and looked down at her soggy hands.
"Fine. You do dishes and laundry for a whole year. No magic involved." Hermione smirked, turning towards her husband who was stalking closer to her.
"And if they go out and I love Ted like he's my own son?" Ron said, returning the smirk and moving his hands to her hips, looking down at her just as he had since their fourth year during his growth spurt.
"You get to admit you were right. For once in your life." Hermione smirked, leaning against the kitchen counter.
"You, Hermione Weasley, have a deal." Ron placed his hands on either side of the counter in between his wife and kissed her to seal the deal.
Author's Note: Ron and Hermione were always my favorite couple. Besides Remus and Tonks of course. Gee, no foreshadow there at all is there? I'm thinking I may do some angsty sexual tension throughout this story. Eventually though, Ted and Rosie still got a far way to go yet. Next chapter will be up as soon as I'm done with it.