This is something I wrote while I was bored, and the idea came into my head. I wanted to post it, but I think it's too short to be a story on it's own- and it already somewhat fits with the first part.
"No, no, no! There is absolutely NO way!" Ron Weasley shouted at the letter in his wife's hand.
"Ron," Hermione said rationally, "just calm down and think about it."
The letter happened to be from their daughter, Rose, who was in her fourth year of Hogwarts. She had asked in her letter if a friend of hers could come and stay with them over the Christmas break. It wasn't so much this request, as it was who her friend happened to be.
"Are you really considering letting Malfoy's kid come and stay with us?"
"He's Rose's friend, Ron!"
"We've barely met this kid! He's probably just like his father! He certainly looks just like him!"
"That doesn't mean anything!" Hermione argued.
"Do you not remember what this kid's great aunt did to you! ?"
"No, Ron," Hermione said venomously, pulling back her left sleeve, so her husband could get a clear view of the word mudbloodcarved into her arm, "I had completely forgotten."
He gave her a pained look. He had never stopped feeling guilty about that, "Hermione . . ."
Hermione sighed and rolled her sleeve back down, "Ron, I understand what you're thinking. But what about his other great aunt, who raised Harry's godson? Scorpius is in Gryffindor, he's different from Malfoy. Think of-think of Sirius. His whole family before him was in Slytherin, but then he was in Gryffindor. Just like Scorpius-who is a friend of our daughter's! And I trust Rose's judgement."
Ron sighed in defeat. She got him with the Sirius argument. Sirius had been nothing like his mother. Or at least what they could tell about his mother from that screeching portrait in Grimauld Place. "I just don't know if I'll be able to accept the idea of a Weasley being friends with a Malfoy."
"It's strange for me too," Hermione admitted, "Malfoy-Draco, I mean-was just as much a pain in the neck to me as he was to you. But, honestly, the way Rose talks about Scorpius in some of her letters-well, it reminds me of the way I used to talk about you . . ."
At this, Ron groaned, and sat down at the kitchen table, looking as if he were about to be sick.
Hermione looked at him, worried, "What is it?"
"The way you used to talk about me?" Ron croaked, "Hermione . . . we ended up married . . ."
I am a Rose/ Scorpius (with Scorpius being a Gryffindor) shipper, and i love the idea of Ron's reaction to this couple- and I know the mudblood thing was just the movie, but you have to admit, they come up with some good ideas every once in a while . . . did come up with, I mean . . . it's all over now . . . *sadness*