"Ron," Hermione greeted her husband, walking into the kitchen. "We've got an owl."
"Who from?" Ron asked, sitting down at the table. Hermione came to sit down too, a letter in her hand and an impish smile on her face.
"Harry and Ginny," she replied. "About the Yule Ball."
"Oh," Ron said. "The kids had a good time?"
"Oh, I'm sure they did," Hermione agreed, her the corners of her mouth twitching upward. "Harry was very surprised at our Rose's taste."
"Her taste?" Ron asked, bemused. "Wait a second - who did she end up going with? She said one of Al's friends, but she didn't-"
"Feast your eyes on this," Hermione interrupted. She handed him the letter and a photo. "It seems Albus sent a picture of the merrymaking."
Ron took the photo. He was able to pick Rose out from among her cousins and friends immediately- her face was glowing with pleasure, her long red hair falling over the shoulders of her midnight blue gown, Scorpius Malfoy beside her, also grinning, his arm around her waist.
Ron went purple.
"Oi!" Harry entered stage left. "Hey, Ron, Hermione. What's going on? Ron, why are you so red? What did you just eat?"
"I didn't eat anything!" Ron exploded. "Do you see this and have no problem with my only daughter dating-"
"Not overly," Harry said reasonably, taking a look at the photo. "They're just kids. Kids do stupid things sometimes. I mean, Hermione went with Krum-"
Hermione slapped him.
"Ouch - and you, Ron, I had to ask out a partner for you! Rose is young, she's pretty- from what my Lily tells me, there have been quite a few boys after her and Scorpius's liked her since their first year, and everyone seems to know it but Rosie."
Hermione stifled a giggle. Ron sighed deeply.
"Fine. But if this goes on much further, Granddad Weasley is going to kill me."
Harry just smiled.
