Rose had sat through her fair share of uncomfortable Sunday dinners. There was the one where Victore invited both of her boyfriends to decide which one handled her family better, when they didn't realize they were both dating her; the one after her dad had forgotten his wedding anniversary (it was that day), and of course the one where James announced he would be helping Uncle George run the joke shop instead of joining his father in the Auror department. But Rose had always been a spectator in those, never the subject. This was absolutely terrible. No one had bought her just friends speech and any time either Scorpius or Rose said anything to anyone, someone would look at the other to see how they reacted. Rose was sure this was more stressful than any exam she had ever taken.

"Albus Severus Potter!" Rose threatened, pulling her scheming cousin into a cupboard. "What game do you think you are playing?"

"Scorpius hasn't been 'round for Quidditch in a while and I figured the family missed the poor boy's face," Albus shrugged. "Why do you care? I thought you were friends now or whatever all that was about."

"I just find the timing of it all, fascinating," Rose sneered.

"The world doesn't revolve around you. Now I have to go, the match is about to start," Albus ran off before Rose could say another word.

The Weasley-Potters loved Quidditch. If you wouldn't be playing in their weekly match, you would surely be watching. So Rose begrudgingly walked down to their makeshift pitch and took a seat next to her mother among the other spectators. The only thing Rose hoped would not happen was that her father and Scorpius would be on opposing teams. Ron was the only Weasley that seemed to not have a say in the whole matter, but Rose could tell he was fuming at what he had seen on the Daily Prophet that morning and Rose knew that Quidditch would be the only way her father could justifiably destroy Scorpius. It was Ron's turn to be captain against her aunt Ginny, who sadly got first pick. To no one's surprise she picked Scorpius first. Ron groaned but Rose also saw a hint of excitement flash in her father's eyes. Rose began to feel queasy. This was not something she wanted to see unfold in front of her. Once the teams were sorted out and the game began it was clear that Ron had set his team out to do one thing, destroy Scorpius. The one thing Rose was happy about was that her dad played keeper and Scorpius was seeker which meant there was no reason for them to interact much. But Rose could tell that Ron had said something that set the rest of his team off, especially her cousin James who was seeker and her brother Hugo, who was beater. Both of them had never been a fan of Scorpius for some outdated family feud and Rose had a feeling her father chose them for that exact reason.

The game began and Rose was on the edge of her seat. A part of her was furious at Scorpius for even coming to dinner. He had come to plenty of Weasley-Potter dinners and holidays and had to have known that her family would go mad. Another part of her was worried for his safety because she was sure her father had set her brother up for some foul play. And the last part of her was excited. Excited because she had never really paid much attention to Scorpius playing quidditch in person before; not at any of his matches at Hogwarts or any of the times he had played in her family matches.

For a while, nothing too exciting happened, a few scores for both teams but nothing that particularly caught Rose's attention. Scorpius looked perfectly calm and concentrated. It was clear that he loved what he did, and Rose loved the way he looked doing it, though she wasn't even ready to admit that to herself. Rose was watching him carefully when he looked down and caught her eye. He grinned and winked at the girl watching from below and Rose couldn't help but grin back. Suddenly, something caught them both off guard. Hugo had seized that moment of distraction to send a bludger hurdling straight at Scorpius' chest. Her breath caught in her chest as she watched Scorpius barely dodge the bludger and nearly lost his balance, recovering just in time. Rose exhaled deeply.

"You're worried about him," Hermione observed looking at her daughter.

"Any sane person would be with dad and Hugo up against him," Rose retorted.

"Perhaps, but I think it's more. One of the first moments I realized I had feelings for your father was when-"

"Mum, please, not another story 'bout you and dad in school," Rose groaned.

"-was when he started playing Quidditch our fifth year. I had the same look on my face."

"As I have already stated many times, Scorpius and I are just friends."

"Maybe, but I would have said the same about your father at the time."

"You and I are not the same mum, sorry to disappoint." Rose crossed her arms.

"Whatever you say, but I think we're more similar than you like to admit."

Rose rolled her eyes before returning her attention back to the Quidditch pitch. A few more shady throws from Hugo later and Rose was ready to curse her brother, but it didn't seem to faze Scorpius.

Scorpius didn't know what he was doing. He didn't know why he had come to the Burrow when Albus asked him. He didn't know why he had stayed for the Quidditch match (he wasn't supposed to play outside of his professional career to avoid the risk of injury, something that seemed increased with Hugo on the opposing team). And he didn't know why seeing Rose smile back at him made him so happy. What he did know is that he wanted to win this match more than any of the others at the Burrow that he had ever played. So, when he finally spotted the snitch he pulled out all the stops to catch it first. Unfortunately, Harry Potter spotted it almost immediately after Scorpius did, and he wasn't going to let it go without a fight. Mr. Potter was a worthy opponent for Scorpius. In fact, Scorpius thought he probably could have gone pro as well if it wasn't for the whole "boy who lived savior of the world as we know it" stuff. Harry had recognized early in his time playing against Scorpius that the boy played much like his father had in their time at Hogwarts. Perhaps if Harry was in his prime and Scorpius was his father Harry could have caught the snitch first. But, just like many matches before, Harry miscalculated because while Scorpius certainly shared some features with his father, they were not the same man. After a good fight, Scorpius outplayed the boy who lived and caught the snitch.

Down on the ground, half the spectators cheered and the other half groaned. Rose half cheered and fully exhaled for the first time since the match began. Then all of her anger flooded back and she immediately rushed to inside to avoid having to speak to him. Unfortunately for her, everyone else followed and soon they were all gathered in the sitting room, tea brewing, and conversations flowing. Rose kept quiet and when she thought no one was looking she hid away in her father's old room. Covering the walls were pictures of her mom, dad, aunt and uncle throughout their years at Hogwarts and beyond. She found one of the golden trio around what she assumed was their fifth year. For a fleeting moment in the photo Rose saw her young parents glance at each other and she could see what her mom was talking about earlier. If someone took a photo of her and Scorpius would she have the same look in her eyes? She realized she didn't have to wonder because people had taken photos of them together. Not wanting to go back to the crowd, she withdrew her wand and summoned the Daily Prophet to her.

Scorpius was making small talk with some of Rose's cousins, he couldn't remember which, when he noticed the Daily Prophet in the corner of the room suddenly levitate and float off towards the stairs. Scorpius had noticed Rose disappear in the same direction earlier and he was sure it was her calling the paper towards her. He excused himself to go to the loo but instead quietly trailed behind the flying newspaper.

Rose grabbed the newspaper out of the air and began carefully examining her gaze in the photos. She looked closely and what she feared could be true was true. To verify she held the photo of her and Scorpius up to the photo of her parents. Her mother may have been right, they had more in common than Rose thought.

"What are you doing?" Scorpius' voice pierced the silence and Rose jumped and dropped the Prophet.

"What the hell are you doing?" She nervously replied.

"I followed the floating newspaper. Question is what are you doing with it?"

"It's rude to startle people like that," she deflected.

"My sincerest apologies, now stop avoiding my question."

"I wanted to," Rose struggled to find a reasonable answer. "Read it," she finally managed.

"You didn't read it?"

"I was too shocked," she feigned. "Why are you here?" she changed the subject.

"I told you, I followed the-"

"No, why did you come here today. You haven't been to a Sunday dinner since Christmas holiday."

"Albus invited me and I didn't want to be rude."

"And you didn't think Albus had any ulterior motives?"

"I needed to talk to you about last night."

"What about it?"

"Rose, what happened between us,"

"Nothing happened between us," she cut him off. "We had a few too many drinks, things got misconstrued in the Prophet like they always do. We're just friends."
"Right," Scorpius replied, but deep inside he knew he was never going to be satisfied with that.