It was a typical Weasley family gathering, loud and with the Burrow filled to the brim with people. As Ron looked about he thought about everyone who was there. He, Hermione and the kids, obviously. Then you had Harry, Ginny, James, Al,and Lily. You couldn't forget George and Angie with Fred and Roxie. Bill and Fleur and their lot, Percy, Audrey and the bunch. Oh, if he were to list them all. Then there were guests.

Hugo had brought a friend along and so had Roxie there was sure to be at least one memorable prank by the end of the day. That was all good fun. The trouble was when you got around to Al's guest. Scorpius Malfoy was staying with the Potters for the holiday.

Ron had warned Rose right on the first day to stay away from that boy. He knew his little Rosie would listen. She was such a good girl and she had her mother's brains. Where was Rosie? He went to look for her, so they could bash Malfoy together.

He looked all over the house for her. She wasn't to be found. He did not find her in the kitchen, living room, or anywhere. He decided she was probably outside, reading in a tree or something. He was in a warm woolen sweater so he did not grab a cloak and simply stepped out into the setting sun. He really needed to get her anyway as it was getting to late to be out of doors.

He began in the front yard, checking the chicken coop where she could often be found as a young girl. He then checked the ancient oa a bit from the house. He had no luck. He strolled to the Quidditch pitch any there was nary a broom in the air. He checed the garden on the side of the house, expecting her to be eating tomatos off the vine. It was then he realized she must have been in the back yard.

Moving quietly, he hoped to scare her. He was not aware she would be giving him a heart attack of his own. As Ron rounded the corner he caught the sight of his daughter, his Griffindor daughter, wrapped in an EMERALD GREEN cloak locking lips with Ferrett Jr., himself.

" Whaaa?" a screech-like sound came out of his mouth. Rose would later say it sounded like here was choking
Rose detached herself from Scorpius and pulled the cloak tighter aroung herself.

"Daddy?" she asked.

" What is this?" He flailed his hands at the pair, the vein in his forhead throbbing.

Rose let out a small sigh, clasping her hands."Well, I was cold so Scorpius gave me his cloak."

"What, was your tongue cold, too?"

"A bit." she said meekly.

Ron rubbed in between his could not believe what was happneing here. This was his Rosie he had groomed her to hate Malfoy. He couldn't handle this; he needed Hermione.

"Rose, come inside now. We'll talk to your mother." Ron turned to walk away. "You too, Ferret."

As they entered the house, Ron was still fuming. He found Hermione and pulled her and and the two miscrients into the kitchen. He then proceded to whine.

" 'Mione I went to get Rosie and I found him, " An accusing finger was pointed at Scorpius. "All over her, and she," This time the finger was pointed at Rose." Was wearing his cloak 'Mione, his cloak."

Hermione considered Rose and then turned to Scorpius, "It's a very nice cloak, Scorpius."

" 'Mione!" Ron practically screamed.

"What?" she asked. " It is a very nice cloak."

" Are we just going to ingore the fact that it's his and our daughter is still wearing it or yhat they we're trying to shove their tongues down each other's throats not five minutes ago?"

"Yes, we are," awnsered Hermione. " Because Rose has something to tell you. Rose?"

" ScorpiusandIhavebeendatingforsixmoths." she said as if it were one word.

Ron passed out. Hermione went about attending to him. It was them Rose turned to Scorpius.

"Scor?" she asked.

"What, Rosie?"

"I'm keeping the cloak."

Written for the School Of Prompts Challenge and the Fifty Shades Of... Challenge over on HPFC.