Rose Jean

Rose thought her name was beautiful. Which was also why she wasn't sure that she was worthy of it. She wondered if she would ever live up to her parents' reputations, but her mother always told her not to worry about the past but to live in the present, and that whatever she did would be fine with them. Still, she was trying to carve out her own reputation- she had definitely inherited her mother's determination.

"Rose is pretty," said Hermione. "It reminds me of you."

"Rose Jean Weasley."

"Oh, Ronald-" Hermione was touched.

"Shhh. It's decided. I hope she has her mother's brains!"

"I hope she has her father's charm." They began to kiss and didn't stop for a long, long time.