Disclaimer: Harry Potter sadly isn't mine...

"Mum!" With a yelp of excitement, I leapt into her open arms. I was so glad to see her again that if Malfoy had insulted me just then, I would've probably hugged him, too. On second thought, I'd rather not.

She squeezed me, kissing my cheek. "Rosie! It's good to see you again!"

"And how is my lovely daughter this wonderful evening?" Dad beamed at me, ruffling my hair. I batted his hand away, and ducked before he could squash me in a hug. "I'm very proud of you!"

Uncle Harry grinned. "Ron, are you trying to...promote Rosie to get into trouble?"

My mother's eyes narrowed, but I could tell she was joking as she asked, "Are you, Ronald?"

Dad pretended to look innocent as he said, "Am I?" Aunt Ginny punched his arm with an annoyed look, but she too gave in as they all started laughing.

I scowled when I spotted Malfoy together with his parents. I felt dad put his hand on my shoulder warningly—clearly telling me not to make a rude comment while the adults were there. I couldn't help myself from yelling at him, "See you after the holidays, Malfoy!"

"Are you missing me already, Weasley?" Came the taunt reply. Well, if I started arguing with him again, it was his fault for provoking me into it in the first place. I folded my arms across my chest.

"Yes, I'm missing your insults, your amazing ability of knowing every spell that exists, and always being able to remain calm in obviously panicky situations," I shot back. He did seem to realize I was being sarcastic. Arrogant, prat, know-it-all...I began listing all his qualities in my head.

"From your tone, Weasley, I take it you're jealous of me."

I glared at him. "Me, jealous of you? Please!"

"That's enough," his father growled tightly, taking Malfoy's arm. "I know how infuriating Weasleys—and Potters, for that matter—can be, Scorpius, but it's time for us to be going. I would hate to think you wasted time from insulting Weasley." He nodded curtly to mum, dad, Uncle Harry and the rest of our giant clan. "Evening, Potter. Excuse us."

Malfoy's mother exchanged a glance with mum, and was that a small smile? "Do pardon my husband, Mrs. Weasley," Mrs. Malfoy murmured, "It's difficult to deal with Scorpius especially with...oh, never mind, I feel as if I'm being rather rude."

Mum nodded with understanding. "Don't worry about it, Mrs. Malfoy, and please, call me Hermione. There's enough Mrs. Weasleys as it is."

"Feel free to call me Astoria," Astoria added. "I'm sorry if my son has been causing your family trouble." She turned and quickly followed her husband.

Well, that was the strangest exchange ever.

And Malfoy causing my family trouble? Detention, more like it! If I was expelled because of him, I will never, ever—"Rosie, come on, we're going, too," Mum guided me after Hugo and Dad. Hugo was chatting with Al about something, and I suppose he was asking about Hogwarts. I found myself gazing after Malfoy as his blond head vanished into the crowd, and an odd, empty feeling nagged me all the way home.

I admit, I did miss Malfoy's insults, even if they are insults. I missed talking back to him, and bloody Merlin, I would give anything to be in detention again for some reason that he caused. It was Christmas morning, and instead of being excited about presents, I was lying in bed, thinking about Malfoy.

He probably was opening thousands of presents back the Malfoy Manor and not thinking anything about me. That thought made me very annoyed. A knocking on my door jerked me out of my weird thoughts. "Oi, Rosie! Presents!"

"Al? I'm coming!" I called, hurrying out of my room without bothering to change. Al, James, and Lily were beaming at me when I joined them under the tree. They each were wearing a Weasley sweater, and I found my own in a bright red package.

Red. Please. I was tired of red.

As I opened another present (a new quill from Uncle Harry), I found Al staring at a book he was holding. "What's that?" I asked him curiously.

"A Guide to the Most Complex Girls," Al read the title out loud. "Uncle George sent it to me. Merlin, I'm too young for this stuff!"

"Well, if it's something Uncle George sent you, it's probably just a joke," Lily commented, twirling around a new bracelet Victoire had given her.

"It can help in the future," Uncle George objected, joining us. "You'll thank me later for that book, Albus Severus Potter."

Al shuddered. "Did you have to use my full name, Uncle George?"

He smirked, then headed out of the kitchen. "I'll be waiting for you to thank me, Albus Severus Potter," He called to Al.

"Uh, ok...thanks?" Al mumbled, chucking the book across the room as soon as Uncle George left again.

Mum and dad came in just then. "Morning, Rosie, Al, James, Lily, and is Hugo still asleep?" Hermione inquired when she saw that my brother was missing. "Ooh, Ronald, look, a mistletoe!" She pointed to said mistletoe hanging down from the roof.

We (as in the children) all groaned and hurriedly escaped the room as she jumped in at a chance to kiss dad without the need of his invitation.

A/n:

I will be continuing, but do review :). Which author doesn't like reviews, may I ask?