A/N I really apologise for the gap between this chapter and the last, but school has been extremely busy lately, and that does take priority. I can promise, however, that I will not leave this story unfinished. I hate it when other authors do that, and this being my first fan fiction, I'm rather attached to it. This story will take its time, but it will finish. Eventually. Thank you to everyone who is still reading (and reviewing)! Even a few words of feedback are enough for me. I love it. :)

Frozen. That's what Noah's face looked like to Rose. Only minutes ago he was bubbling with what was, admittedly, rather irritating enthusiasm to meet Rose's parents, but now that his idols were standing right in front of him? He looked like he had been petrified.

Rose leaned in to give both her parents a warm hug each. 'Mum! Dad! This,' she gestured to the statue-like figure beside her, 'is Noah.' Hearing his name spoken aloud seemed to have snapped him out it a little and he visibly loosened up.

Both her parents looked mildly amused as they each put their hands forward to shake his. 'Noah,' her dad exclaimed, slapping him on the back. Her mum smiled at him kindly. 'This is Ron,' she introduced, shaking his hand formally. 'And I'm Hermione. It's a pleasure to meet you.'

'I-I know,' Noah stuttered. 'I m-mean I know who you are. It's a pleasure to meet you too,' he continued, regaining some sort of composure. Hugo, who until then had been simply looking at Noah peculiarly, snorted with laugher. 'You kn-kn-know, do you?' Hugo mimicked, earning him a warning look from his mother and a sharp nudge in the ribs from Rose. But Rose was also fighting a smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. How Noah would interact with the rest of the Potter-Weasley clan was certainly something to look forward to.

…

'And this,' Rose announced, pushing the mahogany door open, 'is my bedroom.' Rose was giving Noah a full tour of her house, which she knew he'd be fascinated with. Her bedroom, like the rest of their large house, had wooden flooring and brick walls, to emphasise the cosy, old fashioned feel. However, unlike other parts of the house that were strewn with ornaments and low armchairs, this room was rather plain looking.

Near the window was her bed, perfectly made with a beige colour duvet cover. On the other side of the room sat a large bookcase, a desk and a chair. Her chest of drawers and wardrobe were enormous; giving the impression that what was missing from the rest of the room was probably stuffed in there. The only personal touch Rose had given the room were the pictures. All the walls had at least five photo frames hanging on them, and her desk and bedside table had a few too. Some were family portraits, with all her cousins, aunts and uncles waving merrily. Others were ones she had taken herself - ones of her brother, her mum and her dad. But most of them were of her and her friends.

Noah peeked at each of the photos, commenting on the sheer number and looked curiously at the few of her uncle Harry. 'Harry Potter,' he breathed, looking at one full family portrait. 'That's right,' Rose said, a little wearily.

Suddenly, Noah stopped in his tracks and frowned. Rose leaned over his shoulder to see what he was looking at on her bedside table. It was a picture of her and Scorpius, probably aged 11 or 12, arms around each other, laughing. Rose had a tooth missing and Scorpius was waving in the wrong direction. Rose smiled as she looked at her younger, carefree self. But when she glanced at Noah, he looked anything but carefree. 'When was this taken?' he asked stiffly.

Rose smirked. 'Jealous?' she teased, wrapping her arms around his waist.

'No!' Noah blurted out, then seeing Rose's mischievous expression, he smiled.

Rose placed her hands on his face and kissed him. 'It's cute,' she murmured.

At that second her bedroom door creaked open. It was Hugo. 'It's time for dinner!' he announced, as the two jumped apart. 'Oh, I see,' he mocked. 'Take your own sweet time. It's okay, really.'

Rose gave Hugo a glare worthy of their mother. 'Get. Out.'

'Merlin, Rosie. I know how much you wanna have sex with your boyf-'

He did not get to finish, as Rose swiftly pulled out her rather long rosewood wand and held it up at his throat. Hugo froze. It was an empty threat, obviously, since neither could perform magic out of school, but Hugo vividly remembered the time Aunt Ginny had taught Rose her signature bat-bogey hex when they were young and Hugo, regretfully, had been Rose's first target.

Hugo backed away. 'Merlin! You need to control your anger!' he said, feigning nonchalance. 'And you'd better get down for dinner!' he called over he shoulder, bounding down the stairs.

…

Over the next few days, every dinner was spent in a different place, with a different bunch of relatives. So far Noah had met both sets of Rose's grandparents and tonight they had travelled by the Floo Network to Shell Cottage, home of Rose's Aunt Fleur and Uncle Bill. Though there weren't an enormous amount of people there, the house still seemed a little cramped, due to its petite structure. Rose dutifully introduced Noah to each and every one of her relatives. While Noah enthusiastically discussed werewolf genes with Uncle Bill, her 13-year-old cousin, Louis, stared openly. Noah turned, sensing he was being watched. He caught the eye of Louis, who flushed and hastily looked away, mumbling incomprehensibly to no one in particular. Rose, a witness of this small scene, smiled, amused by Louis' rather immature reaction to an older guy. Louis was gay, and Rose guessed he appreciated Noah's strong physique, chestnut curls and warm hazel eyes as much as she did. Puzzled and obviously oblivious, Noah turned back to his conversation with Uncle Bill.

Suddenly, Rose felt a nudge in her ribs, and turned to see bright green eyes looking at her. 'Seems like someone has a little crush,' said Albus, teasingly, as he pointed his head towards Louis, who unsuccessfully trying to pour some butterbeer in a mug while also gazing out at Noah.

Rose laughed. 'I don't blame him, really.'

'You really like the Hufflepuff, huh?' asked Albus.

'Well, of course,' replied Rose, wondering why Albus was asking such an obvious question.

'What about Malfoy, then?' Albus asked suddenly.

'What?' Rose exclaimed, frowning. 'How has Scorpius to do with anything?'

Albus shrugged. 'He would come almost every Christmas. And now you bring a new guy… '

'Excuse me?' she shot back. 'You know as well as I do that Scorpius and I are only friends! And Noah is my boyfriend. You can't compare the two!'

'Yeah, I know. But you never really invited your other friends over as much…' said Albus suggestively.

'Oh please, Al,' huffed Rose, rolling her eyes. 'You know how the press plagues his family life. Ours was a nice place to get away from it all. That's all,' she said with finality.

Albus raised his eyebrows. 'And our family lives are normal?' he exclaimed sceptically. 'We get even more attention than the Malfoys do!'

'We get noticed for positive things. The Malfoys don't,' Rose remarked quietly.

'Well… of course they don't. For a reason.'

Anger flashed in Rose's chocolate brown eyes. She had faced one too many people who judged the Malfoys far too quickly, and Rose would not let her best friend be targeted by anyone, least of all her own cousin. 'That was a long time ago,' she snapped. 'And Scorpius was not involved. He wasn't even alive!'

'Yeah, I know. I'm not blaming anyone. But you can't deny what his father and grandparents did.'

Rose let out a breath. 'You don't know the whole story,' she accused, her tone sharp and jaw set. 'And I don't care what his relatives did. Because I know how it bloody feels to get judged for who your parents are.'

'You think I don't?' said Albus quietly. 'I'm the son of Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One, whatever you want to call him. Luckily Mum and Dad don't like public appearances,' he continued, 'but that doesn't stop some people staring when they find out my surname.'

At that moment, Rose involuntarily looked over at Noah, who, in a similar fashion to Louis earlier, was pouring out some butterbeer, his eyes not focused on the drink, but intently observing the famous trio – Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. Three figures the Wizarding community revered, but who Rose simply knew as Mum, Dad and Uncle Harry.

A/N So there you go. :) It would totally make my week if you could review! I have exams this week (I know, I shouldn't be online), but a review or two would brighten it all up, even a little bit. :) So thank you!