Disclaimer: I do not own anything; only the plot (if you can realize that there is a plot). Everything else is owned by the brilliant JK Rowling. The first word(s) of every chapter came from the first stanza of the song "Until We Bleed", sang by Lykke Li and done by Andrea Kleerup.
Author's Note: This isn't a Sunday Morning that was really planned to be written, but I had this fantasy of Rose and Scorpius (which I think is also a big possiblity, seeing as JK Rowling wrote the two as of same age) filling the small hole in Dramione shippers' hearts when their parents were not written to be together in the end. So, I made this little Sunday Morning scene. :)
Though, I have to warn you, if you don't like fluffs or Scorose being within a Dramione fic, don't read this one, just proceed to my alternate ending.
And if Cupid's got a gun, then he's shootin'
One morning, a bushy ginger haired girl was reading her copy of Magical Draughts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger, in advance to satisfy her urge in getting the highest mark in their upcoming Potions examination. Rose Weasley sat near the Black Lake as the sun was still slowly rising upon the horizon. She stopped reading to take a mental picture of the beautiful scene in front of her. She felt the cold wind embracing her, refreshing and enchanting. She liked how cold it was; it reminded her of calm and peaceful nights spent with her family at their house in London.
It was her fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but it always felt like her first. She always had this fascination in magic, of how it defined witches and wizards into doing extraordinary things. She felt like a muggle for thinking so, but she didn't mind as she held the feeling in her heart, wanting to learn more about it every time she'd come back to school. She was curious and inquisitive, much like her mother.
She looked at her wristwatch as it signaled her to wake up her company from deep sleep. She rolled her eyes in revulsion as her supposed study partner was sound asleep beside her. Scorpius Malfoy was lying down on a blanket they transfigured the night before, previously planning to pull an all nighter reading books for the upcoming exams and in advance, for the O.W.L.s, but in turned out to be him falling asleep after only a few hours of reading. Rose giggled quietly, noticing a thin line of drool in the corner of his mouth. She found herself staring at his pale pointed face.
Ever since the detention they shared after having an exchange of foul words in Professor Longbottom's class in second year, they decided it was best to call a truce since they learned that they actually had a lot in common. Though scared of what their peers would say, Rose proposed they would keep their new friendship a secret. "The world isn't ready for a Weasley/Malfoy friendship yet." She said to him, making him agree to just meet in private instead of continuously thinking of reasons to tell people when they were to be seen together.
Their friendship was a bit distinct as it was based on debates and heated arguments. They would argue about anything from which Quidditch team would win the World Cup, to who the best Minister of Magic in the history of the Wizarding world was, even which drink tasted better at the Yule Ball. It was fun for them, the intellectual discussions, learning from each others' points of view. They were genuinely good friends as they didn't befriend each other based on who their parents were because if they did, they believe they shouldn't be friends at all. But then again, whenever they'd talk about their parents, it felt like it didn't really matter.
He shook his shoulder, with the occasional 'wake up, you idiot!' phrase here and there. It took her approximately three minutes to get him to open his eyes. She slapped him in the face hard enough for him to sit up. As he did, he yawned loudly and stretched his hands above his head. He gave her a light punch in the arm and immediately grabbed it, knowing she would fall from her seating if he didn't. He smiled at the morning's sunlight, letting it nourish him with its beaming rays.
"You're up early." He said, caressing her cheek with his finger.
"Didn't sleep. I was busy reading," playfully putting her book on his face. "You didn't tell me your plan was to sleep the whole night. I could've prepared myself from the silence and brought my MP3 player with me." She sneered.
"You could've just Accio'd it," brushing off the leaves from his uniform, "I thought you were supposed to be smart."
"I could've, but then I thought that someone borrowed my headphones and if I wanted to play music, it would be in loud speaker," she looked at him mockingly, "I wouldn't want to wake you up from your sleep, now would I?"
"Oh my goodness! Well, sorry, I didn't know you cared about me so much," he stated, in a friendly yet sarcastic manner. "Anyway, I'm a bit of a deep sleeper, you shouldn't have minded me."
"Yes, I actually did observe that. Due to extreme boredom and silence, I found myself kicking your feet last night while reading; you didn't even bother to make a wince or a sound." She kicked him again with her bare feet. "You were in such deep sleep I could've silently murdered you without anyone knowing."
"Eew, Weasley, you didn't just force me to play footsie with you in my sleep, did you? You took advantage of me there!" his eyes opened in fright. He pointed his finger at her, raising his eyesbrows mischievously.
"In your dreams, Malfoy. Who would want that when you don't even clean your feet properly?" she looked at his feet, dramatically acting shocked. "Is that dirt in your toe nails?" She put her hand on her forehead jokingly, acting very disappointed.
"I thought you were my friend and yet you thought about taking my life? Now, I'm forever scarred with this pain of knowing you wanted me dead." He said, sobbing exaggeratedly which later turned into chuckles.
The two laughed in sync, watching the waves form on the lake. Rose laid her head on Scorpius' shoulder, feeling rather sleepy from all the reading she did that night. Scorpius let out a snort as he felt his senses tingle at the contact. In unison, they let out a deep breath.
"I would never want you hurt, you know that," Rose whispered in the wind, "You're my friend." She turned to him and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.
Scorpius's ears turned bright red as he felt Rose's lips on his cheek. He suddenly remembered what his father said to him when Draco found out about him and Rose exchanging letters over the summer. He was told that it didn't matter what people would say about it and that it's none of their business. His dad knew instantly that he had feelings for Rose and that he was scared that his father would find out because she was a Gryffindor and a Weasley. But, he got a pat on the back and a wish of luck from his beloved father, hoping that he would turn out as happy as he was with his mother. His father even promised him not to tell his mother that didn't want him to be well acquainted with women during his school years in fear that he will not do well academically. He grinned at the thought, knowing that his father supported him. He turned to see Rose' bright ginger hair on his shoulder; he didn't want it any other way.
After a few minutes of silence, Scorpius finally stood up and stretched a bit before offering his hand to Rose. She smirked at the offer and took it gladly. As they cleaned the area, transfiguring things back to the way they were, they continued humorously bickering about whose toenails were dirtier. With Scorpius' arm around Rose's shoulders, they walked back to the castle, singing Glockenspiel Song and wondering what their parents were like when they were at Hogwarts.
Hermione Weasley was waiting for her daughter outside a muggle bookstore that gloomy morning. They were supposed to meet there thirty minutes ago to eat brunch. It's been their tradition to spend every Sunday morning of summer going out and eating brunch so they could bond. Rose was pretty close to her father and consequently, felt a little distant to her mother. Rose was very sporty and played a lot of Quidditch with her dad and Hugo, leaving Hermione a little out of place once in a while. But, to Hermione's delight, it was Rose' idea to do that weekly ritual of buying books and eating out with her mom. Though, she knew it was because Rose needed some guidance in how to mingle with boys, which was certainly a topic she can't bring up with her father.
"Sorry mom, I bumped into a friend inside." She heard her daughter's voice from a distance. She looked up to see Rose beside a tall blonde boy. It didn't take her long to know who her friend was. Hermione silently composed herself at the sight of her former lover's son.
"You must be Scorpius Malfoy. A pleasure to meet you, I'm—"
"Mrs. Hermione Weasley. It's an honor to finally meet you, Ma'am. Rose' told me a lot about you." Scorpius shook her hand firmly, looking very pleased to meet the mother of the girl of his dreams, "but of course, I already knew about them since I've read the many books about your life achievements. I've also read your latest book on new Healing Spells you've invented."
"Well, you really know how to flatter." Hermione gave him a wink, making Rose blush. Scorpius looked shy suddenly, still smiling slightly. "Are you alone? Who are you with?"
"I'm with my father. He's just buying a few things."
Hermione felt her heart skip a beat, much like the first time it did when she heard Draco's voice on their first rendezvous. Of course, he's here with Draco. She thought to herself. Ever since that morning in the Malfoy Manor, Hermione never had the chance to talk to Draco. She didn't bother inviting him there so she wouldn't think of leaving Ron halfway through the ceremony. All at once, her thoughts began to remind her of the man she thought her feelings for had been buried and gone forever. After a few seconds of silence, she saw Rose and Scorpius tending to each other's appearance. She saw a glow in her daughter's eyes. She smiled at the two, who reminded her that it's not in her position to be emotionally excited or troubled. The main characters of this story were them, not her and Draco.
"So, are you and your dad going to join us for brunch, Scorpius?" Hermione asked the shy teenage boy. He looked at her, a little startled, as his attention focused too much on Rose. Rose giggled.
"I think my father would like that. He's been meaning to meet with you, actually. He said he wanted to catch up. It's really a great coincidence that we met here, don't you think Rose?" He turned to Rose, widening his eyes, almost asking for help.
"Yeah, mom. I think it would really be nice if we four ate brunch together."
Hermione grinned at the sight of the two, obviously suggesting the joint brunch to spend more time together. She let out a little laugh, seeing the two smiling at her in unison. She nodded, making the two almost jump in happiness. But, Hermione told them that they should be on their best behavior. They never know if someone that knew them was lurking around. Seeing the Weasley-Malfoy quartet having brunch altogether can come with a shock, she added.
"Hermione's right." Draco affirmed, walking towards the three. He gave Hermione a quick glance, assuring her that all was fine.
After the introductions, they decided to eat at a Persian restaurant Georgina, still a good-friend of Hermione's, owned a few blocks from the mall they were at. Walking there, the obvious pairings were made and Hermione and Draco walked side by side after fifteen years of separation. It had an aura of familiarity and it didn't take long for them to start chatting like they did before. They laughed about how the other was aging oddly fast. Draco joked about Hermione, Ron and Harry's faces being on the Chocolate Frogs Cards. They chatted about the each other's spouses and the hardships of being a parent. Then, they fell silent suddenly, both looking at their children. The teenagers were arm in arm, walking happily in their own little bubble.
"You do realize that my son is head over heels for your daughter? I better warn him though about Ronald Weasley's temper." He smirked, looking at Hermione sigh.
"I think you should, Rose is very close to Ron. Without Ron's approval, this would fall apart fast. But don't you worry, Ron won't know about this anytime soon. Rose doesn't really talk to Ron about boys." She looked back at Draco, half-smiling.
"Smart move. I guess what Scorpius told me was right; your daughter got your brains." They laughed and continued to walk.
Brunch went well for the four. Hermione and Rose sat across Draco and Scorpius. The four shared a conversation about Rose and Scorpius' aims for their futures. Rose aimed to be a professional Quidditch player for Hollyhead Harpies, the team her Aunt Ginny used to be a member of. But if she failed in that, she said she would train to become an Auror like her father. Scorpius planned to become a Mediwizard, or a Healer. He later added that he wanted to try writing Auror-related novels as well, since he loved reading Detective novels growing up. It was clear to their parents that the two had an image of having a future together; even though Rose and Scorpius were ambiguous of the other thinking the same thing. Draco and Hermione's smiles of contentment were apparent to each other.
After brunch, Draco gave Scorpius money to take Rose somewhere she wanted to go. Politely, Scorpius asked Hermione if he could take Rose on a formal date. Hermione smiled and told him to get her home before 7PM. Draco gave his son a literal pat at the back, whispering that he should bring her to a Quidditch shop. As the two teenagers disapparated, Hermione and Draco agreed to take a walk towards the park nearby Florance's Place, a very memorable place for both of them. They enjoyed the silence enveloping them, stealing glances of each other every few minutes. Arriving at the park, they sat on a bench facing the pond and finally had their "talk".
Hermione told Draco about her life after the wedding, being very happy and satisfied. She left the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures to aid Harry and Ron in the Auror Department. She was translating the Beedle of the Bard book into English and wanted to publish her translation, which fascinated Draco and immediately expressed his want to help in the publication. She also added that Ron was helping George in their famous family business, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. She didn't stop herself to let out the fact of her wanting to forget Draco completely and that being a mother to two children helped.
Draco enlightened Hermione on his life after that morning as well. He and Astoria bought Twilfitt and Tatting's, his mother's favorite clothing shop in the day. He boasted about helping Astoria in innovating Wizarding clothing, mixing it with a more Muggle casual feel. He also brought up his plans of putting up his on publishing company that will print novels and possibly translated works. Draco laughed about him being a business man as a weird joke. He bragged about him being the best father Scorpius could have had; his parenting style was pretty much the opposite from his father's. But, like Hermione, he clearly stated his misery on the first few months of being apart from her.
"I really have to thank you from making me marry Ron. You were right; it was the best thing to do." Hermione took a pause, looking at Draco beside her. She placed her hands together on her lap. "I mean, if we did run away together, it couldn't have done us well. Eventually, we will live with the consequences that we weren't really mature enough to face at the time. It would've—"
"Destroyed us both. I know," Draco exclaimed, holding her hand tightly, "We would've ended up fighting all the time and driven each other mad. But I did want to see you after that. I just… I guess I didn't want to see you until I can say that I've finally moved on from us and that I'm happy." Draco sat more comfortably on the bench and laughed quietly at his confession.
"I know what you mean. But I have to admit, those first nights of thinking about 'what if', I never imagined this sight of us talking and being friendly." Hermione followed his suit and laid her back on the back rest. "It's really nice to see you again, Draco."
"It's nice to see you too, Hermione." he put his hand, offering a hand shake, "Looks like we'll be seeing each other again soon?"
"Yes, I think so," she confirmed, confidently shaking his hand, "definitely."
Author's Note: Of course I still want Hermione and Draco to be friends. I think they would've been great friends if it weren't for the circumstances. And the Scorpius/Rose action? Well, I think it's already a thing in most fan fictions for the pairing to be a reason for Hermione/Draco interactions. As a hardcore Dramione fan, I'm very well satisfied if this was the ending to what I'm reading. So, please review! :)
Don't like it? Well, proceed to the next chapter to find out how I really visioned this to end.
Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it. :]