Trapping The Parents

Chapter 2: We Meet Again

Nine Months Later...

Weasley Burrow, England

Hermione Granger looked into the eyes of her daughter. An infant born only a mere week ago, now her life had changed again. She was a mother; she had a daughter that she had to care for. She was the sole one responsible for

Once she had admitted to Harry what had happened, things started to become somewhat better. She talked to Weasleys about her volatile relationship with Ron, breaking down along the way. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were furious to say the least; Molly had even stated that if Ron wasn't dead already she would have hunted him down to the ends of the earth. On the other hand Ron's sudden death still hit the family; another son was gone way before his time.

When she had told them that she was pregnant, it was both a joyous as well as melancholy time. Now Hermione held the product of the last nine months in her hands. Her daughter, was born with all ten fingers as well as toes. Already it could be seen that she had the same curly hair as her mother.

She needed to go back to school; she couldn't live on the generosity of the Weasley's forever. Hermione didn't want to back to her old job, the one that Ron made her quit. Besides, her position at her old job was already filled by another worker. Thinking back, she knew she wanted to help people. Maybe she would go into healing or into a medical field, something productive.

Rose's wail woke her up. The silence in the Burrow was broken in a matter of seconds. Getting out of her bed, in Ron's old room, she went up to the wooden cradle in the middle of the room. This wooden rocking cradle had been in the Weasley family for multiple generations; each of the boys (including Ginny as well as the twins) had been held in the cradle and it would seem as though her daughter would be no exception to the rule.

Hermione whispered as she held her daughter in her arms, trying to calm the crying infant before she woke anyone else in the Burrow up. "I love you, my little darling, my little Rose."

~W~

Ten Years Later...

Granger Family Flat, Elstree, England

Rosella Jeanette Granger, Rose for short looked back at her reflection in the mirror. Her dark unruly hair, just like her mother's, ran down past her shoulders. She was sure that there was nothing that could help tame the frizzy curls. Deep sable coloured eyes shone brightly in the mirror, if she dared to compare herself with to a picture of her mother she knew that they could be like twins. All except for their hair, while her mother's was more a lighter Carmel colour, Rose's was a deeper and much darker shade.

She was anxious, for in less than a week she would be heading off to Hogwarts. Her mother always told her how she had expressed magical symptoms early in age and there would be no doubt that Rose would have great powers one day, as long as she used them wisely. Turning back she looked around her bedroom, her eyes settled on Hogwarts: A History curiosity finally piqued her and she sat down upon her bed. Some things would never change; Rose shrugged then picked up her favorite book deciding to read it over yet again for what felt like the fiftieth time.

Things were going to get exciting around here, finally she could make new friends; not that she didn't have friends. She had Weasley and Potter cousins to contend with as well as the neighborhood children as well. But she didn't go to school like the rest of them, ever since a young age her mother had homeschooled her in both muggle education as well as a magic one, preparing her for life. Going to school, much less a private school was going to be a whole new spectrum of experiences for her. Getting up early in the morning, though not so much; she was used to being waken at some odd hours only to be dropped off at her grandparents' house so her mum could make to work. Furthermore, it was because of this private tutoring that she was able to make it to Hogwarts, as an exception to the rules that and due to the fact that her powers were more prevalent than ever.

After her father had died before she was born, her mum decided that she needed a career change. She ended up going to college in medicine learning, eventually earning a degree in muggle as well as magical medicine. She had started off as a nurse but then got promoted to official Mediwitch, a thing that was Rose was very proud of her mum for achieving. For raising one child on her own was no laughing matter, though it did help that her mum had a strong support group of family on both her parents as well as in-laws part.

"Rose, darling, get ready we have to be there in an hour!" Her mother's voice called out just as she was getting into the part about the enchanted staircases that Hogwarts had. Ones that seemed to have minds of their own, at least that's what her mother told her.

"Of course mum, just a sec!" Rose called back marking the page that she was on and then setting the book on the bed. She would just have to continue where she left off later.

Picking up a formal dress the colour of her namesake, she headed to the bathroom and decided to get ready. Normally she was excited to have dinner at her aunt and uncle's house; but now all she wanted was to stay at home with her mother. It was ten minutes later that she left the bathroom, grabbing her purse, her shoes, as well as the book. If she couldn't have fun at this party, she might as well bring a book to read while the adults talked.

She had to wait another fifteen minutes until her mother came out of her bedroom. Her mother still looked very young, if she must say so herself, and wore a beautiful yet slimming black dress. Her mother wore her hair down in beautiful long curls; a pair of pumps complimented the outfit. Apparently her aunt Ginny wanted this to be a more formal dinner than the ones she held in the past.

Rose sat patiently as her mother did things to her hair, though not much helped tame the unruly curls that seemed to have a mind of their own.

She wasn't looking forward to it, but she would at least try to enjoy dinner for her mother's sake.

~W~

New Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England

Scorpius Draconis Malfoy flopped upon his bed in utter defeat. Today was tiring, if he didn't have private tutoring lessons, music lessons, or etiquette lesson (this was due to his grandmother's influence) it was pre-Quidditch practice lessons. As of yet he had still not gotten enough broom time. For nearly a month he was not even allowed on a broom. His teacher had him on a broom handle, practicing moves and proper handling first.

It had always been just him and his father. His mother had died in a magical accident just shortly after his birth, but from the stories from his aunt as well as his grandparents on both his mother's and father's side, he was glad he didn't have that cold-hearted woman as a mother. He had all that he needed here at the manor with his father. He didn't truly need a woman to mother him around all the time; his grandmothers did enough of it all ready. They were the ones that suggested all the tutoring and lessons that he was now forced to withstand since the day he turned five years of age. It was getting boring, tiring especially after today's practice lessons just wanted to take a shower and go to bed.

But no, his father now expected him to dress up for a dinner party being held at what called Potter 'Manor'; though in his own opinion the place was as much a manor as much as dog was a cat. But the family that called it home made do with what they had.

Furthermore James Potter was annoying, even if he was the son of the so called 'Boy-Who-Lived'. He had been hoping that the Zabini family would be coming as well, but apparently that had to return to back home to Italy since school was starting in a week. Andre Zabini still had to go school supply shopping. Andre Zabini was his best friend, the son of his own father's best friend. Even if the two lived in different countries they would often spend their summers with each other. But now that school was going to start they would be able to spend even more time together. It was almost predetermined that they would be put into Slytherin; there was no doubt in his mind that fate would have it that way.

Getting up Scorpius then proceeded to take a shower, if he didn't get moving soon his father wouldn't be happy about it. Of course by the time he was done taking it, his grandmother had laid out clothes for him to wear. The woman just loved picking out his outfits; this irked him to no end. What really got his nerves was that she was doing this for the last ten years of his life.

"Scorp, are you ready yet? The Potter's will be expecting us soon." His father called from down the hall.

Now one may wonder how the Malfoy's and the Potter's, especially his father and the 'Chosen One', got on such good terms. What was done was done in the past; and though their relationship as friends had started off a bit rocky, ever since then they grew to be friends. All grudges put behind them, they had decided to move on with their lives.

"Coming, father!" Scorpius called back, fixing his formal emerald coloured shirt.

Taking a deep breath, Scorpius prepared for another 'rousing' dinner part. This time he had a feeling that this dinner was going to be the death of him.

~W~

Potter 'Manor', England

Hermione Granger did not want to dress up to attend a simple dinner party. But now that Ginny's children were older she wanted to have more refined dinners. Just like the Molly's dinners that were held just about every Sunday, Ginny decided to hold her own dinners about once month ever since her and Harry's youngest, Lily, was five years old. Except this time Ginny invited even more of their friends together for the meal and Hermione didn't really feel like going. But she was a gracious guest and even brought dark chocolate brownies for dessert as well as a cheesecake and a pie.

It could be said that even though she wasn't that good in cooking (at least when she was seventeen) she was wonderful in baking. Though, she did have time to hone her cooking as well as baking skills later in life.

After stepping out of the Floo at precisely 4:25, she and Rose had arrived at the Potter house more than a half-hour early. This part of her would never change; she always liked to be prepared. Besides she wanted to help Ginny prepare the dinner, she knew full well that Harry would take it upon himself to watch over the children until their guests arrived.

"Harry, who's at the Floo?" Ginny's voice rang out through the house. It was easy to tell that she was in the kitchen preparing dinner still. It would seem as though the youngest Weasley girl had inherited some of her mother's traits, especially the ones that had to do with a kitchen.

Hermione looked up to see her best friend walk into the room, "It's just me and Rose, Gin!" Hermione called out in answer to Ginny.

"Well aren't you early? You can come and help finish up in the kitchen, if you don't mind. I still need to get ready. Harry, go watch the kids, and make sure Lily's dressed now okay?" Ginny called and the shuffling of baking sheets, pots and pans were heard coming from the kitchen.

"It's good to see you, Hermione," Harry nodded to Hermione then turned to face her daughter. "Rose." Harry welcomed them with a warm smile.

Rose went up to hug her uncle then immediately took her mother's coat and proceed to the hall closet to hang their coats. Apparently the girl just couldn't wait to get back into her book, Hermione remembered herself acting such a way when she was younger as well. Hermione gave a warm glance to Harry before making her way to their kitchen, as she left she saw Rose settle down into a big comfy chair with Hogwarts: A History in her hands. Hermione smiled to herself; like mother like daughter.

~W~

Hermione finished putting last minute touches to the dinner table. Counting all the placemats set out, Hermione realized that there were going to be a lot more people than she thought. It had been a while since she had met or at least hung out with a lot of people. Now that Rose was going to Hogwarts, her life was going to change yet again. No longer would she be able to see her daughter every day, in some ways Hermione wasn't ready for Rose to leave.

In the midst of her reminiscing of the good times with her daughter, Hermione heard the Floo being operated. Voices came from the other room, and she could hear Ginny and Harry greeting their guests. She would go and get the children, dinner would be starting soon.

But what, more specifically who, she met in the living room certainly surprised her. There in all his (selfish) glory was a still devilishly handsome Draco Malfoy and his young son Scorpius. The boy looked exactly like a younger version of his sire, except it looked as though the youngest Malfoy heir had shorter hair than his father at that age.

Hermione certainly wasn't expecting this, the last time she had seen Malfoy was at least nine years ago when she and Harry went to memorial for the lives lost during the Second Wizarding War. Though she had forgiven the Malfoys for what they had done in the past that had to do with the war, she had as yet to officially forgive Malfoy face-to-face.

Right now she didn't want to be at this dinner but she too would put on a brave face. It was time to get a move on. Taking a deep breath Hermione put on a fake smile and went by Harry and Ginny's side as they greeted their other guests.

~W~

When Harry Potter, a.k.a. the Chosen One, a.k.a. the Boy-Who-Lived, invites you to a dinner party one does not simply say no. Though they had begun as enemies, grudges did not go away easy. It took a couple of years but after the war had begun to settle down, and all those involved were deeply investigated. Potter had defended his family, and things started to look up. Once again did Malfoy Inc. belong to the proper owns, Potter was one of the major shareholders and since the company was thriving so did Potter. Now it would be hard to imagine they were indeed good friends. The Potter part though, wasn't going to die anytime soon. Instead of going home to relax by the fire with a nice cup of the finest Firewhiskey money could buy, he now had to dress up for a dinner party.

If Malfoys were known for about parties it was either they were impeccably early or they were fashionably late. This time he and Scorpius were early. Once the Floo powder settled, they were greeted by their gracious hosts. What had also met him in the living room was the one and only Hermione Granger.

It had seemed that the years were very kind to her. Her hair had somehow tamed itself; her body was now full of curves in the right places. Draco Malfoy may have been a widower for ten years now, but he rarely had time for dating in the world now. She definitely caught his interest. But now was not the time.

"Draco, I believe you know Hermione," Harry Potter tried to ease the tension in the room. "the others should be arriving soon, dinner will be served shortly." Potter then excused himself to check on his other children.

"Hello, Draco, long time no see. I hope you don't mind that I called you Draco, instead of Malfoy." Hermione Granger greeted him a wide smile. Her smile said one thing yet when he looked in her eyes they seemed to say another thing.

"Draco's fine, Granger." He smirked in response. Old habits were indeed hard to die. Her eyes blazed with the fire he remembered from their Hogwarts years. She was beautiful when she was angry, it may be hard to believe but he had always had a crush on her ever since she punched him back in their third year. Though it would have to remain a one-sided love for a romance between them would never have survived.

"I don't believe I've met your son yet, what is his name?" Granger tried to change the subject, and nodded to his son who had found James Potter and were now in the middle of a discussion of Quidditch.

"That, Granger is Scorpius and he will be attending Hogwarts with James is next month." Draco answered, trying not to sound like the proud parent boasting about their child's perfection.

"So he will be attending with my daughter as well." Granger answered with a small smile on her lips. Daughter? This was news to him, ever since the infamous death or murder of Ronwald Weasley nearly ten years ago, Granger went through many difficulties to keep out of the Daily Prophet or any other magical news reportings.

"Daughter?" Draco couldn't help but question, he was curious.

"Rose, my daughter will also be attending our Alma Mater; though she is nearly a year younger than most of the others. According to Headmistress McGonagall student intake has been lower than ever now the numbers has been on the rise lately." Granger replied immediately.

The two of them were so caught up in their conversation that they barely noticed how crowded the Potter's living room then got. Other guests Flooed into the house; the Molly and Arthur Weasley, Bill Weasley and his family (Fleur and his three children), George and Angelina as well as their kids, Kingsely Shacklebolt (the now Minister of Magic) and his family, even the Charlie Weasley the bachelor of the Weasley family.

"Dinner is now served; you may come into the dining room now." Ginerva Potter called out trying to play the esteemed graceful hostess. As one the giant group of people walked into the Potter's dining room where not one table but two were set up, one for the adults and another one for the children (this including a fifteen year old Teddy Lupin and fourteen year old Victoire Weasley, who were both considered too young to be with adults).

"May I escort you to the dining room Miss Granger?" Draco asked holding out his arm. If there some things that always stuck in his mind since childhood, one of them was etiquette. The heir of the Malfoy family always had to act like a proper gentlemen.

~W~

Once they arrived at her uncle and aunt's house, all Rose wanted to do was go back through the Floo back home. She wasn't in the mood to play with her cousins; her older cousin James liked to play as the ruling big kid making the younger ones do his bidding. Such was the role of their cousin Teddy and Victoire before they went off to Hogwarts. Now the rest of them had to deal with James. It wasn't as if she liked the younger cousins, she loved their dearly especially the very young ones. She would often play with them or amuse them during family play dates. But this time she just wanted to bask in the comfort of her book.

Unfortunately that comfort was broken immediately when mere minutes into settling into another chapter James and another boy's voice broke through the silence. A blond boy, about the same age as James stood next to him. It was probably one of his snobbish, annoying friends. The kid looked exactly like the poster child of good breeding. He had high cheekbones, grey eyes, nearly blinding white skin as well as his shockingly light coloured blond hair. His clothing was another matter, the kid look as though he stepped off a fashion run way with the all the expensive clothing he had.

Typical, James would indeed befriend a rich kid. Rich kids had rich parents as well as a lot of things to mooch off of.

"Hi Rosie," James taunted nearby.

"What do you want Jamsie?" Rose retorted immediately not looking up from her book, instead she continued onto the next sentence before her.

"See I told you she wouldn't react," the snobbish looking kid ticked. His voice seriously was annoying her. "That is unless you do this." With a flick of a hand, her book was ripped right out of her hands.

Two grey orbs looked back at her underneath blond locks of hair.

Oh this meant war...

I'm sorry about this, but then again this story is still just beginning. Just wait until Rose and Scorpius head to Hogwarts... Tell me what you think so far please. Also this chapter is dedicated to the fifteen favouriters and the 27 followers.

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