Disclaimer: Harry Potter, the subsequent characters, and universe belong to J. K. Rowling.

Summary: Ron suspects that Rose might be dating Scorpius Malfoy. He enlists the help of Teddy to figure out if he's right, but Teddy becomes quickly entangled in the situation. Rose/Scorpius Rose/Teddy.

Author's Note: Short chapter, so I'm posting another one right after this. I could wait and post them a few days apart, but I want to keep up momentum. I've actually outlined the entire plot of the story so nothing should stop me from finishing it.
Part 3: The Consequences

Teddy had more difficulty than he expected coping with the incident. First off he found it impossible to convince Ron that nothing was going on between his daughter and the youngest Malfoy.

Ron had stopped by his flat one evening in an attempt to interrogate him a couple of weeks following the incident and his rather lack luster report. "But she's still getting all of those owls," Ron complained. "I swear they've over doubled in number since you stopped by the house."

"Hmm," Teddy said non-commitally putting a blackened kettle on to boil. He knew exactly why there was an increase in letters. Teddy had been sending Rose an apology at least once a day. Two times on days he spent with Victoire. He suddenly had this flash of Ron beating him to a pulp, "you're…you're not reading any of the letters are you?" Teddy didn't want to think about what would happen if Ron found one of his apologies. He thought he felt awkward now being in the same room as this man; he couldn't imagine what it would be like if Ron had an inkling of what transpired between him and his daughter.

Ron sighed and ran a hand through his vibrant hair leaning heavily against Teddy's counter. "No…" he said sullenly. Teddy let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. He busied himself with the kettle to cover his anxiousness.

"Not that I haven't tried," Ron amended. Teddy dropped the kettle back on the burner causing a clanging sound.

"Ron…" he said with a bit of trepidation.

"I know…invasion to privacy and all that rubbish," Ron said dismissively. Oh, Teddy would kill for that to be the only thing he was concerned about. "But she's been enchanting all of her letters. I don't know what with, but she's bloody brilliant." Ron pulled out a folded piece of parchment and turned it about in his hands. "I'm sure Hermione would be able to figure it out, but she might not understand why it's so important to know what our little girl is up to." Teddy snorted and shook his head pouring two cups of tea. He pushed one over to Ron and began blowing on his own. "So, I was thinking maybe you could…"

"No," Teddy said flatly taking a sip of his tea.

"It's just one little letter," Ron said waving it back and forth.

"Nope."

"Fine," Ron sighed. He picked up the cup of tea and took a sip. He stuck out his tongue in distaste. "No sugar?"

"I don't got any," Teddy said shrugging.

Ron clicked his tongue in a reproving manner. "I thought Victoire would make sure you keep your house in better order."

Teddy shrugged again. "We usually spend time at her place."

He wasn't really in the mood to talk about Victoire any more than he was in the mood to talk about Rose. "Speaking of Victoire," Ron continued smiling slyly. "When are you two going to settle down?"

Teddy choked a bit on his tea causing Ron to laugh. Teddy cleared his throat, "Don't you think we're a bit young."

"I was your age when I married Hermione. And you two have been dating for almost six years."

"Off and on," Teddy said defensively.

Ron raised his eyebrows. "I'm sure Victoire has started hinting…"

"Could we just change the subject?" Teddy asked feeling his face redden. Victoire had in fact been hinting repeatedly or more like demanding they take their relationship to the next level. He was still grappling with the idea of maybe sharing a flat with her; he definitely didn't want to start thinking about marriage.

Ron smiled knowingly and gave him a knowing wink. "Sure…sure... So what's with the new look?"

"New look," Teddy asked slightly puzzled.

"The hair," Ron explained. "I don't think I've ever seen it look so…so normal."

Teddy ran his hand through his now short sandy brown locks of hair. He couldn't seem to get his hair to stick anymore. He would turn it turquoise, violet, or whatever color best suited his mood when he got up in the morning, and by the time he left the flat it had reverted to his naturally boring brown. Teddy didn't really want to consider why his metamorphagus skills were diminishing, and he certainly wasn't willing to let that information get back to the auror's department in the ministry. They might start taking him off cases, and he was just starting to lead his own investigations now. "Um you know, just trying out something new. Makes me look older don't you think?"

Ron seemed to scrutinize his hair before nodding his ascent. "I guess. Just looks weird on you though," Ron said laughing. "I don't think you can pull off normal very well."

Teddy smiled at him, "Yeah, I probably never will."

"Anyways, you coming to Harry's party? Mum's making a huge fuss out of it you know. Inviting the whole family and half the ministry. "

"Actually, I'm kind of busy…at work," Teddy said lamely.

"I'm sure you could talk your boss into giving you time off to attend his own birthday party. He'll definitely want you there, even if he doesn't appreciate the circus Mum'll make out of it."

"Well, I'll think about it," Teddy said uncomfortably. "I just really want to get ahead in my career now and…"

"Nonsense, I'll talk to Harry."

"No Ron, really that's…"

"No trouble," Ron reiterated grabbing his coat. "I'm sure I'll see you before then. Send Victoire my love."