Summary: Rose Weasley, now fifteen, has a new friend that Hermione doesn't approve of. Hermione, for her part, has a new friend that no one would approve of. [language, lemons] [DM/HG, SM/RW]
Chapter One: Secret
AN: I've recently gotten very into second-generation (or third, counting the marauders?) fanfictions. However, I don't want to write strictly third-generation, so I'm still going to incorporate my great love for Dramione into it. Haha. Hope you enjoy it! :D
"Mum! You're being unfair!"
Hermione was fuming, forcing her way through the crowd at King's Cross as she dragged her daughter along after her. She kept an eye on Hugo as he hurried to keep up, his short legs working double time. She had looked forward to Rose coming home since last break, and now she could hardly see straight.
"I can't believe you're doing this! You're being just like Dad!" Rose insisted, trying to wrench her wrist out of Hermione's iron grip.
"Oh, that's right! You just wait until your father hears about this!" Hermione spat, turning on her heel to face her daughter. In her anger, she hadn't gotten a good look at her before dragging her from the train, and she sucked in a sudden breath at how much she had changed since Christmas. Rose was growing up, just finishing her fifth year, and she had begun to look just like Hermione.
"You're going to tell Dad?" Rose asked, the colour draining from her face. Hermione groaned.
"Of course not," she snapped. "You know how he gets. But you will not be seeing that boy ever again!"
"Mum, we go to school together! What are you going to do, ship me off to Beauxbatons?" Rose asked. Hermione took a calming breath, grinding her teeth.
"Maybe," she said finally.
"That's not fair," Rose whined.
"I don't care! I am your mother, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe."
"He's not that bad! You're just angry because you don't like his father," Rose argued, finally freeing her hand from Hermione's. "Scorpius isn't anything like him! He wasn't even raised by him! His mother and father have been split up since our first year!"
"Rose, I don't care! Draco Malfoy was just like his father, and that boy is just the next in the line! You can't undo Malfoy," she said quietly, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Mum, we're just friends! It was just a goodbye kiss on the cheek! You can't just tell me who to be friends with!"
"They're dangerous, Rose! People have died because of that family! Innocent people! Don't you get that? They died. They didn't go on vacation, they didn't just get a little maimed, they died, and I will not let that happen to you!"
"I hate you! You're such a hypocrite! People have died because of our family, too! All sorts of people died because of Uncle Harry! Our own family members have died because of him, but you hold it against my friend, who wasn't even alive when that happened!"
"Do not talk about your uncle like that! You know that's not fair," Hermione hissed.
"Yeah well, you're not being fair either! Merlin, I hate you!" Rose shouted, her cheeks flushed. She had her father's temper.
"I don't care," Hermione hissed, leaning down to meet Rose eye-to-eye. She noticed that she didn't have to bend as far as she had just a year ago. "I don't care if you hate me. I don't care if you scream, and cry, or never speak to me again. Because I am your mother, and I love you. And I will continue to make unpopular decisions if that's what it takes to keep you safe."
Hugo shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, looking between his mother and sister with wide eyes. Hermione was sure he knew what was going on, but she wasn't sure if he knew enough about the subject to understand why they were fighting. By the time he had been born, the aftermath of the war had calmed, and the stories had slowed, so he hadn't grown up with them as much as Rose.
"Now," Hermione said, straightening up and taking a deep breath. "Let's go home." She led her kids out of the station, ignoring the curious stares of the Muggles nearby who had overheard bits of their argument. "And Hugo," she added as an afterthought, "do not tell your father or Uncle Harry about any of this."
Ron, Harry, and Ginny were in the kitchen when Hermione and the kids arrived at Grimmauld Place. It had been altered after the war into apartments of sorts, with Hermione and Ron occupying one floor, Harry and Ginny another. Odd members of the Weasley family and their friends drifted in and out, renting out the rooms at times. After Hermione and Ron divorced, they had opted to merely occupy different rooms, to maintain some sort of normalcy for Rose and Hugo, especially since they weren't on bad terms. They simply could not live with each other as man and wife.
It had taken some getting used to, living together and yet not technically being a united family, but over the years they had gotten the hang of it, and they were all happier for it.
Rose stalked past the kitchen as Hermione and Hugo entered, and Hermione heard her stomping up many flights of stairs before a door slammed loudly. She guessed, by the direction of the sound, that Rose had gone to speak to Luna, who had been staying there for nearly a year after her small business flopped. Hermione could have told her that a store specializing in charms to ward off creatures that most wizards believed to be imaginary would probably not be a success. In fact, she did. But Luna would do what she wanted, no matter what anyone told her. She seemed content that she had given it a shot, anyway.
"What's wrong with her?" Ron asked nervously. He loved his daughter dearly, but he was as uncomfortable as ever with female displays of emotion.
"I don't know, she's been in a bad mood since she got off the train. I suppose it's just end of year stress," Hermione said calmly, subtly squeezing Hugo's shoulder to remind him to keep quiet. Ron nodded, seeming relieved that Hermione hadn't charged him with the task of talking to Rose.
"So, how was your first year, son?" he asked Hugo, turning in his seat to bend down to eye level with the boy. Hugo, sufficiently distracted, launched into a long story of his year and Hermione nearly sighed in relief and moved to the stove to put on some tea. She turned around and nearly ran into Kreacher.
"Kreacher can do it, Miss," the elf said gruffly, holding up a tin of tea leaves. Hermione shot a glance at Harry, who shrugged. After all of these years, he still would not free the elf. He argued that it would be crueler, at Kreacher's age, to dismiss him from the home he was dedicated to than to allow him to serve them, without mistreatment.
"Thank you Kreacher," Hermione said kindly. "But you really don't have to."
"Kreacher can do it," the elf insisted, pushing past Hermione. She sighed. At least his verbal abuse of her hadn't started again after the war. Despite their sudden disappearance from Grimmauld Place, he seemed to remember their uneasy truce. Indeed, he still wore the false locket even through the many passing years.
"So what's going on?" Ginny's whispered voice suddenly sounded in her ear. Hermione jumped, startled, and then looked from Ginny's eager face to Harry, Ron, and Hugo. Harry and Ron were talking about some sort of business in the Auror offices, and Hugo, determined as ever to be one of the "men" was hanging on their every word, although Hermione doubted he knew much about the people they were talking about.
Hermione jerked her head towards the hall and led Ginny to the sitting room. The redhead flopped onto the couch and looked at Hermione expectantly.
"When I was waiting on the platform for Rose and Hugo, I saw something," Hermione started carefully. Ginny quirked an eyebrow curiously. "Rose was kissing... a boy."
"Scandal," Ginny said sarcastically. "Still, that's the first I've heard of Rose being interested in boys. I wish I could have seen it. But no, Albus and James just insisted on starting vacation with Teddy, although I don't know why for the life of me. Not that I don't love Teddy, but I can't imagine the boys will have much fun with him with Victoire hanging around all summer—"
"Ginny!" Hermione interrupted the other witch. "Rose was kissing Scorpius Malfoy."
AN: Soooo... Anyone interested? Let me know! I love to hear from readers! :D