Prompt: "At the end of a day like this, a day when so many prayers are answered and so many aren't we take our miracles where we find them. We reach across the gap and sometimes against all odds, against all logic, we touch."
"Scorpius? Bloody hell. Rose, you can't be serious." Ron Weasley asked, as if his daughter was playing a trick on him. He looked more or less the same after all these years, except for the graying hair.
"You don't get it, do you? I love him. Don't ruin my chance at love because of your old prejudices against his father," Rose replied quietly, fighting for herself. "He's different than Draco. Just because he's in Slytherin doesn't mean he's evil. Mum?" She pleaded, turning to her mother who had always, always been on the side of love, even when it seemed completely wrong.
"I don't know, darling. It just seems…. well, wrong. A Malfoy and a Weasley?" Hermione asked her daughter, trying to understand.
"Mum. Dad. None of you get this. Open your eyes and look at what's happening. Because It's happening. Again. People are disappearing, turning up dead. Death Eaters are coming out of hiding to show their support because they're talking about imposing Muggle Segregation. Even after You-know-who's death, its happening. And you can't stop it," Rose cried, emotional but, like her mother, controlled.
"It's nothing, nothing like when we were at Hogwarts. So don't even compare it! And I don't doubt Draco is one of them, just like his father!" Ron exploded at his daughter as she cringed.
"He's not, Dad. You just don't want to give him a chance."
"Ron," Hermione said, "You and I found each other despite the wars, the battles, and the never ending missions and dangers we followed Harry into. And watch your tone," she added as a warning to her husband.
"So don't you think you should give me the same chance you two had? I feel like there are so many horrible things happening. Death Eaters coming back, people dying, the Muggle Bans. Harry's forgiven Draco, why can't you? And Scorpius, Scorpius is my escape from all that. The one thing that makes sense in a world of confusion and chaos. He's always been there for me when I needed him. He loves me, mum, and I love him, and nothing can undo that." Rose was nearly crying now, but she stated her case emotionally instead of sobbing or yelling.
"It just doesn't make sense, Rose," Ron argued, though nicer this time.
"I know. But it does to me. Despite everything, I found him. And he found me. Especially now, I take my miracles where I can find them. I'm not a child anymore," Rose cried out the last sentence, unable to control her sinking emotions.
"You're still my daughter, Rose Weasley. Being 19 and having a job at Scrivenshafts hardly makes you an adult. Neither does getting married when you're not ready," Ron stated.
"I'm hardly getting married, Dad. But he does want to give me a ring. A promise ring. He respects me, and my wishes. And you should too." Rose was calm now, despite her anger and sadness.
"Ron, honey, I think we should at least meet the boy. To see if he is everything she says he is," Hermionie said, and despite its question form, it wasn't a question.
"Fine." Ron said in defeat.
"Good. We'll have them over for dinner. Scorpius, Draco, and Astoria? I'm sure I could whip something up to impress- I mean- please them," Hermione said, planning out thie dinner in her head.
"Are you bloody mad? Draco Malfoy, in our home?" Ron argued loudly.
Hermione ignored him "Is that okay with you, Rose?" she asked instead of replying to Ron.
"Yes Mum," Rose replied. Somehow, she didn't feel as if she'd lost, but she didn't feel like she'd won, either.