Author's Note: Today is a happy day. Today is the day that I get to change this story from In-Progress to Complete. Today is the day that everyone who'd been following this story can finally find out what happens when Scorpius meet Ron and Hermione. Today is the day that you review and favorite it. Just saying. Thanks to all of my reviewers, favoriters, story-alerters, and readers who didn't do any of this but still follow the story anyway. You guys are the best!
The evening started out well enough. Rose introduced Scorpius to her parents (rather nervously) who could not have reacted differently. Hermione smiled and shook his hand politely. Ron on the other hand, didn't move a muscle and continued to scowl at Scorpius who oddly didn't seem bothered by this.
Dinner began and no one's mood seemed to change. Rose, while slightly calmer, was still nervous about her parents and her boyfriend meeting. Hermione was still trying to keep an open mind. Scorpius was still in a good mood; he was confident that by the end of dinner, Ron and Hermione would like him or at least, not hate him. He could settle for them disliking him. And Ron still looked as though he couldn't understand how got dragged into this…even though he did know. He could never think of a better argument than Hermione. He swore that she rehearsed these arguments.
"So Scorpius," Hermione began with small talk. "Rose tells me that you're top in all your classes."
"You mean other than her?" Scorpius asked grinning. "No one has better grades than Rose."
So he complimented my daughter and isn't afraid to admit that she's better than he is at something,thought Hermione. That's a point in his favor.
"Except in Herbology," Rose cut in. "Scorpius has been top in that class since our first year. He's just being modest."
So he's modest too, Hermione tried not to smile. "So, what are you thinking about doing now that you're out of Hogwarts?"
"I've always wanted to be a Healer," Scorpius replied, smiling. "I've always wanted to help people."
He wants to be a Healer? I really hope that Rose marries him! What am I saying? They're only seventeen! I sound like Molly! Hermione thought, smiling.
Ron, however, continued to scowl.
The small talk continued. The more they talked, the more relaxed Rose became and the more that Hermione decided that Scorpius was perfect for Rose. Trying to find something that could bring Ron to like Scorpius, Hermione brought the conversation to quidditch.
"Yes, I played Keeper," Scorpius nodded. Ron didn't seem impressed. "Though, with Lily as a chaser on the Gryffindor team, I can't say I'm very good." Hermione and Rose laughed. Ron remained glaring icily at Scorpius. "Rose on the other hand," he said smiling at her, "is absolutely brilliant. Though, that could have something to do with the idiot chasers on the Slytherin team." His tone changed from adoring to teasing. Rose made a face at him.
"So, who's your favorite team?" Hermione asked, noticing the chemistry between the two seventeen-year-olds sitting across the table from her.
"The Chudley Cannons, do doubts about it," he said immediately.
Ron sat up a little straighter and Rose rolled her eyes. "The Chudley Cannons are terrible! I don't understand how you can like them! They haven't won a game in…"
"Just because their new chaser, Peterson, can't play, doesn't mean that the rest of the team isn't any good!" he protested.
"I don't even know how Peterson got on the team!" Ron added. Hermione and Rose stared at him; it was the first he'd said all evening. Scorpius just grinned. "I don't think he even knows which way to sit on a broomstick!"
"I couldn't agree more," he said. "I really liked the old chaser, di Angelo, though. Shame he retired."
Hermione had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing. Rose stared incredulously at her father and her boyfriend. Neither of them would know a good quidditch team if it smacked them in the face repeatedly.
This was how the rest of dinner went. Ron and Scorpius discussing quidditch and the Chudley Cannons, Rose rolling her eyes at both of them, and Hermione smiling for no apparent reason.
Later that evening, after Scorpius had gone back to Harry and Ginny's, and Rose had gone to bed, Ron finally said something about Scorpius. "I like him."
"Really?" Hermione asked, smiling.
"Yeah, it's a shame that I'm obligated to hate him," he said, apparently being serious.
"Ron! I know that he's Malfoy's…" Hermione began, but Ron continued, "I mean, what type of self-respecting father doesn't hate the boy who looks at his daughter that way?"
Hermione stopped and looked up at him. "Did you just get over the fact that Scorpius is Malfoy's son?"
"How couldn't I? Malfoy is a Tornado's fan. Git."
"So, you like him?" Hermione stood a little closer to Ron.
"Yeah. But he's still dating Rose," Ron said matter-of-factly. "I mean, who wouldn't hate him for that!"
"Your dad. My dad," Hermione answered, moving a little closer to him, though Ron didn't seem to notice.
"Yes, but Mum and Dad loved Harry long before he noticed Ginny that way and your dad did hate me for a little while there. He just hid it from you," Ron pointed out.
"You don't have to be just like my dad, then, you know," Hermione contradicted.
"What type of self-respecting father doesn't hate the boy who looks at his daughter the same way he looks at his wife?" Ron asked seriously.
"What way are you referring to?" Hermione asked, stepping even closer to Ron.
"This way," Ron paused just before kissing her.
The front door suddenly opened and Ron and Hermione jumped apart. Hugo past them, grinning. He turned toward them. "'Night!" he said before going upstairs, still looking dazed.
Hugo had simply refused to stay for dinner when they met Scorpius, saying that Scorpius was alright and he didn't want to watch Ron explode so he'd find something better to do.
Ron and Hermione shared a look and said the exact same thing, "Violet."
Author's Other Note: For those of you who don't know, Violet is a character in my other story, Girls Don't Make Sense. It's much funnier if you read that one first, but if not, it doesn't really matter that much.