"Honestly, these witches cannot do anything with their lives! Can't they understand that the Malfoys, Weasleys, and Potters are not in a feud? We've gotten over this!" Ginny Potter ranted loudly to his husband, Harry Potter.
"I know, love. They just want something to talk about in their newspapers." Harry soothed, whist rubbing her arms comfortingly.
"These blasted newspapers! I am going to sue them! Where the hell did they get the idea that I hexed Malfoy during the International Quidditch Game two days ago?" Ron Weasley yelled, turning bright red in anger.
Hermione smiled at his husband softly and said, "Honey, don't yell. You're going to wake our little Rose."
Ron visibly relaxed and smiled goofily. "Where is she?" He asked excitedly.
Hermione laughed musically. "She's in our room." She replied. "No, Ron. She's sleeping." She ordered when Ron started to make his way to their room.
Ron was overjoyed to have their first daughter. When Harry told Ron that he and Ginny were having a baby, James Sirius Potter, Ron was red with envy. He had always wanted a child of his own, someone who looked exactly like his wife, Hermione. He took his wife passionately to bed several times that month, and well enough, they had their first born. The whole Wizarding World went nuts when they heard Ron and Hermione, two of the Golden Trio, were having their first child.
They named her Rose Nymphadora Weasley. She had her mother's face and freckles; however her hair was exactly like her father's Weasley red hair. She was the epitome of beauty. The healers and aurors could not help themselves but compliment Ron and Hermione.
'You make such beautiful children.' Hazel Dawson smiled.
"Wommy! Baddy! There's shumwon outshie!" James Potter cried happily, interrupting Hermione's train of thought.
"Who is it, dear?" Ginny smiled lovingly at her son.
James shook his head sadly, unable to speak thoroughly yet.
Harry smiled hearteningly at James and said, "It's all right, dear. Mommy's going to take a look."
Hermione shook her head and slapped Harry on the head. "Harry. Ginny's pregnant, you go and take a look." She demanded sternly.
Ginny grinned at her friend, whilst Harry went to the door grumbling, "Women and their hands.", as he rubbed the back of his head.
"What are we going to do with these wizards? They will make the Malfoys and Weasleys fight because of their made up stories." Hermione pursed her lips, obviously deep in thought.
"Bloody Hell. They will make me look like the bad guy. Why would I hex Malfoy?" Ron muttered.
Hermione slapped his arm playfully. "Ron, James is here. Be cautious of your words."
"And, honey. We all know you will hex Draco if you had the chance." Hermione smirked.
"Wha-" Ron started to yell indignantly, when Harry and Missus Trowler came in.
Missus Trowler was the Daily Prophet's editor-in-chief. She had short curly hair, big blue eyes, and a big mouth.
"What is she doing here?" Ron growled.
Hermione gave him a stern look and said, "I'm sorry. My husband's in a rather bad mood. What are you doing here, Missus Trowler?"
Missus Trowler stood completely still.
"She's here to apologize about what she wrote about Ron and Draco." Harry answered for her.
"Yes. I'm sorry, Mister Weasley. I had to write something interesting, and seeing your expression two days ago looking like you wanted to hex Mister Malfoy, I wrote just that." Missus Trowler said stiffly.
"But I didn't hex him!" Ron protested.
"Yes, he didn't Missus Trowler. I guess we have to sue the company for that." Harry mumbled apologetically.
Missus Trowler's eyes widened. "No. No. I wouldn't do it again." She gritted between her teeth.
"I'm sorry, but you're works have caused us much trouble for the past eight years." Hermione voiced.
"I really am sorry. I won't do it again." Missus Trowler apologized.
"Thank you. James, please escort Missus Trowler to the door." Ginny smiled proudly at James.
James beamed and left with Missus Trowler trailing behind his cute figure.
"What are we going to do? I don't want to sue the company. Lots of wizards will lose their jobs." Hermione said, when James and Missus Trowler were no longer in the room.
Harry's brows furrowed. "Hermione, I have an idea. But I don't think Ron will like it one bit." He said.
Hermione looked at his best friend curiously and asked, "What is it?"
"Well… Why don't we arrange an engagement for Rose and Draco's son, Scorpius?" Harry answered nervously, running his fingers through his hair.
"If Rose and Scorpius get married, people won't talk about the Malfoys and Weasleys having a feud anymore.."
"WHAT!" Ron snarled.
"You know this will work Hermione. If they get married, everything will be resolved. No feuds between Malfoys and Weasleys, also purebloods and halfbloods."
"Love, that's brilliant." Ginny beamed at Harry, who was still running his fingers through his tousled dark hair nervously.
"NO!" Ron objected angrily.
"Honey…" Hermione whispered.
"What?" Ron snapped.
Hermione glared at him. "I think Harry's right." She mumbled.
"Ron. This will solve everything."
"How can you let our daughter marry a Malfoy?"
"See? You're stereotyping the Malfoys."
"No, honey. It's just- it's like we're selling our precious daughter."
"We're not. If she falls in love with another man the engagement's over."
"All right… But if our Rosie gets hurt in this scheme, I will- I will kick your bloody butt Harry." Ron threatened.
Harry gulped visibly and ruffled his hair. "Erm. Yeah." He murmured incoherently.
"It's settled then." Ginny smiled reassuringly at the Golden Trio.
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