Hey guise, I'm having a little trouble on ending the next chapter. They finish retelling the story and Rose figures out what to do with her problem. Any ideas, I'll listen to anything LOL. PM me anytime if you wish. Enjoy le story! :3
Hermione's POV
"Who's Lavender Brown, mum?" Rose's face looked worried, as if Lavender was a death eater or something of the sorts. Ron and I had promised each other not to mention her, along with his departure during the Horcrux hunt, but I started this story and I intend to finish it without leaving one of the most important parts of our relationship out.
"She was another girl who went to school with us. She was a Gryffindor," I took a moment of silence for respect before continuing "and a heroine at The Battle of Hogwarts. She fought well with Fenrir Greyback, but fell from the balcony and didn't make it."**
"Oh…" was all Rose managed to say. I didn't really want to say much either. I hated her and Ron in sixth year, but how could I possibly explain to my daughter how I felt without disrespecting Lavender's honour. It starting to get colder and my legs were starting to cramp up from sitting cross-legged.
"How 'bout we get some tea before I finish?" I asked her. She smiled warmly and nodded. I walk into the kitchen to see Hugo sitting at the table in the middle of a chess game. His head was flat on the table and I wondered if he were asleep, then again why would Ron leave him if he fell asleep during a game.
"Where's dad?" Rose asked, a bit anxious if I might add. She took a seat next to him and waited for the water to boil.
"He just went to the loo and said he was bringing back a special chess piece." He spoke, lifting his head up and rubbing his eyes "Mum you making tea?" I checked my watch, it read 8:23; poor kid must be all tired out from his last day of Hogwarts.
"Yes, honey. Would you like some?" he nodded tiredly. I poured the contents into four large cups and handed them out leaving one for Ron when he came back.
"So Rose, why have you been acting differently since February. Couldn't have been because…" Hugo was more awake now after he sipped a nice cup of tea.
"Hugo, I told you to shut up!" she stood from where she was sat and whispered.
"Hugo! Mind coming up here?" Ron called from upstairs. Hugo took both cups with him, sticking his tongue out at his sister and climbed the stairs, acting a little immature for his age. Rose sat looking down at her cup.
"So what's this about February?" I took the seat across from her and waited patiently. Merlin knows how sensitive teenage girls can get in times like these.
"Well, I got a Valentine's Day card," Valentine's Day card? She's gotten them before; I've found them at the bottom of her trunk in previous years. Her voice was low when she spoke, and wouldn't look me in the eye.
"From whom, might I ask?" The 'who' in most cases is just as, if not more, important than the what.
"Eddie," she whispered. Edward Davison was a Muggle-born Ravenclaw friend that was mentioned in her letters as much as Margret and Albus, her best mates. She never stated that they were anything more than mates, but then again, that could be what's troubling her.
"Hasn't he given you cards before?"
"Not like this one. He bought it at some Muggle shop, which means that he's been thinking about it for while, or at least since Christmas," she was brought out of her shy state, and brought into her over analytical state, that she obviously got from me "It had butterflies all over and we normally exchange solid colour ones, on Valentine's Day morning. But he gave it to me before I left the library, Valentine's Day night. Now, he obviously could have just forgotten to give it to me in the morning," I had to admit, watching Rose go on about this made me giggle. Is this how the boys and Ginny saw me all those years ago? "but that doesn't explain why he added a third piece of candy. It's always one chocolate frog and two bubble mints. Where in the world did he get the idea to add these yellow candies!" she was pacing and talking quickly. "Sure they taste delicious, but why would he go through the trouble of bringing them from home, instead of buying them at Hogsmead. Well, he could just be being his usual self, wanting me to try it. I don't even know if I was the only one he gave some to. But then there was the flower!" she stopped walking and sat down, only to put her face in her hands and grumble to herself.
"What about a flower sweetie?"
"The day before we left for the Hogwarts Express, he gave me a rose and told me it reminded him of me. But that's obvious right! I mean that's my name! He also asked if I wanted to visit him over the summer. Al and Margret found out, which is why I didn't say goodbye to them, I couldn't face them," she hung her head down low.
"Haven't you gone to visit before though? What makes this so different?"
"The way he asked! Mum, if only you could see his eyes when he asked. They were so soft…" she started drifting away from the conversation.
"I don't see what the problem is Rosie," she blushed as I brought her out of her dreamy state "From what you've said in your letters, Edward seems like a very sweet, charming friend-"
"That's the point mum! He's been one of my best mates since second year! I think he might like me more than just mates," So that was why she asked me; how do you know when you're falling for your best mate?
"And is that so bad?"
"What's bad is that I'm not sure if he does! I mean, it might just be a guy maturing thing right? Al's been a lot sweeter to us too, although not as much or as often as Eddie has…" she started drifting again, I coughed to bring her back "Eddie is sweet and charming, and has really nice hair, but…" A physical feature?
"But what?" I've never seen her so serious about anything.
"I'm scared," and with that a teardrop fell. I stood up from my seat and ran to hug my daughter and wipe away the single tear.
"Of what dear?" it's moments like this that I hold dear. Where I can just hold my daughter to make things better.
"If I start to think of him in that sort of way, there'll be no going back, I just know it! And I don't think I'll be able to take it he doesn't feel the same way. He's a real charmer to all the girls; how would I know if he has actual feelings for me, or if he's just being his normal, amazing self-" and with that she cried full on my shoulder. I patted and kissed her head in hopes of trying to calm her down. I comforted her for a while until we heard footsteps on the stairs and she pulled away, tear stricken and botchy eyes.
"What happened? Why are you crying Rosie! Who do I need to hurt to make this right?" It has always been one of Ron's habits to cause pain to anything that made Rose upset. Be it Harry, when he didn't hold her right, or the scary hairless stray cat that used to walk around at night, even coffee tables that 'jumped' in front of her and stubbed her toe.
"It's nothing dad," she tried to wipe her tears.
"Rosie has a boyfriend!" Hugo sang, appearing from nowhere. This was going to go down hill fast. Rose tried to say something, but Ron cut her off.
"Boyfriend!" he shouted, going into over protective dad mode and walking closer to his daughter "Since when have you been interested in blokes? And who said I allowed you to have one young missy!" my arm was still around her, so she couldn't move.
"She doesn't need your permission, Ronald!" I shouted back.
"Of course she does, I'm her dad!" getting closer to my face. 22 years of marriage, and we still don't stop fighting for our beliefs.
"Well I'm her mum, so-"
"Will you two stop it!" She hates when we fight; unlike Hugo, who would laugh at the show. Rose ran in front of us with more tears running down her face "He's not my boyfriend! I have no bloody idea what the hell we are anymore!" She ran up the stairs to hide herself in her room no doubt.
"Hugo, take this cup of tea and place it in front of her door. Tell her you're sorry and that you have no idea as to what's going on because you don't," I scolded.
"Fine mum." It was silent in the kitchen and a quarter past nine.
"Would you like to explain to me what is going on with Rosie?" still angry at the thought of his daughter being 'interested in blokes'. I hit him upside the head "What the bloody hell was that for!" he started rubbing his head
"Don't curse in this house!"
"But Rosie got to!" he was acting childish, just like he always did.
"She has the right too! You have no idea what emotional state she's been through!""She just finished fourth year! What could have possible happened?"
"Hmmm, let's think back to our fourth year," He was caught in the web he created, so he stopped talking "What was that? The Yule Ball! I've told you before how much you hurt me in that single night!" I was pacing around him, pointing my finger, in all efforts to convince him that Rose hadn't done anything wrong. "Not to mention our best mate could end up dead in the tournament! You have no idea how much stress and pressure I was under in fourth year!"
"But-" He tried to cut in, but I didn't let him. Had he forgotten all the pain that he had caused me during school and the Horcrux hunt?
"You know I cried on the night of the Yule Ball, because someone was unsure of what he wanted," Ron pulled me close for a hard kiss. That was the lovely part about being on the other end of these memories. As much as you look back, that's where they'll stay. I'm living a happy life with the man I love, and snogging him like there is no tomorrow. Most of our arguments end this way. If not a snog, then a shag (before the kids were born, of course). He deepened the kiss as I tangled my fingers into his hair and held me at my hips as he tried to pull me closer.
"I'm sorry" he pulled away and brushed a hair out of my face. "I was such a prat back then! You know that Hermione," he pecked my lips and hugged me "You never deserved that, any of it,"
"It's okay Ron, that's in the past. Now, in the present is where we're needed. To help our little girl find her way around the terrible emotion called love," Ron pulled away and made a sour face
"She's too young to know love," he stated simply
"We were in love with each other since the day we met!" I joked
"Not even!" I gave him a look "Give it at least fifth year,"
"Don't you mean the summer before? Which is exactly where Rose is now!"
"Dare I asked what happened?" we sat down and I explained to him how she asked me to tell her the full story of us and we went in for tea when she started telling me about the whole Eddie deal. "That Eddie bloke is going to get such a beating when I get my hands on him," I giggled at the thought.
"Ron, he's just unsure of his feelings for her, like someone else I used to know," I elbowed him softly.
"So what do we do?"
"You're just terrible with all teenage girls, now aren't you? You need to apologize for being a shite dad. Who yells at their daughter after she just cried her eyes out?"
"Same bloke who went out with a girl, just to prove he could," he raised his eyebrow as if to say I should've expected this. I pulled him up from the chair to go up the stairs.
"We need to tell her that we're there for her, and we've gone through it too," As we went up the stairs, he took my hand and intertwined our fingers.
"I love you, Hermione" he lifted our hands to kiss my wedding ring "I am the luckiest bloke alive to have you mother my children," I blushed, even now, a simple peck could mean so much "I'd have no bloody idea how to handle them without you."
**In case some of you didn't know, Lavender did die in battle. I find it somewhat repulsive how in other (after the war) stories she is still treated like some slag. Sure she kind of was in sixth year, but she fought and died in battle. Can't we all just give her some respect?
A/N: How'd you like it? I was actually planning to write something different, but this works too lol. The next chapter will be in Ron's POV. It'll be on Lavender and the whole him leaving during the hunt (maybe more on Rose). I'd like to hear your thoughts on it.
I know some of you may be upset, since it's not a ScorpioxRose fic. Originally I was never going to mention a name, but like I said, I planned on writing something else. Not to be hatin' but honestly, I don't see why people ship them, they're just in the same year…
Anywayssssss review (CC is always welcomed as well). I still want to know if you guys would want more mother/ father/ daughter talks. Hopefully I'll be able to make you guys happy with whatever I dish out. =D
(This is the longest note I've ever written o.o)
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