Description: Hermione Granger is good friends with Astoria Malfoy, so when the Malfoy's get sent to Azkaban for possessing dark magical artifacts, Hermione takes matters into her own hands and lets Astoria and Draco's son, Scorpius live with them for the time being much to Ron's displeasure. Will Rose and Scorpius develop feelings for each other? Has Hugo finally found the big brother he's always wanted? Will the Weasleys and the Malfoy's finally get over their petty hate towards one another? And will James Potter ever stop causing trouble? Probably not.

- Set in between Rose and Scorpius's Fifth and Sixth Year.

Author's Note: So I love this pairing and I knew I had to write a Fanfic about it... hopefully you guys will like it too. I wont say anymore! :)

Beware: There will probably be a lot of fluff in future chapters

Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, I promise you, there'd be A LOT more then 7 books


Former Death Eater found with Dark Magical Artifact

Mr. Draco Malfoy, 42, head of the International Magical Trading Standards and his wife Mrs. Astoria Malfoy, 40, officer in Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, had their home searched by Aurors yesterday, after an anonymous tip proclaimed that the couple were keeping dark magical artifacts hidden in their home. The tip proved to be legitimate when an officer found a hidden compartment in the Malfoy Manor, where at least five highly dangerous artifacts were hidden. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy have been taken into custody for further questioning. Mr. Draco Malfoy was once known to be a death eater serving under Lord Voldemort though his alliances had changed moments before the end of the war. Whether this will have an impact on the hearing is unknown.

The article went on to illustrate when the court date was, and who would be attending the hearing. It then listed all the names of the artifacts that were found in the manor. At that point Rose had shut the Daily Prophet, struggling with the paper to get it back to it's former state, then placed it next to her half eaten lunch. It amazed her that after all this time, "Death Eaters" would still hold on to old pieces of junk that would only get them into trouble when someone went poking around. It was silly to hold on to dark artifacts like that, when every witch and wizard in the Ministry of Magic was doing everything they could to make sure the peace of the wizarding world stayed the way it was. After everything that happened during her father's and grandfather's time, people were scared of anything that could bring back those dark days. She didn't blame them. She had read all about that dark period and found the thought of a dark wizard running around with lackeys cursing every Muggleborn in sight to be very frightening.

Rose took a sip of her pumpkin juice, feeling refreshed. She usually never read the Daily Prophet. Her mother had told her it was a bunch of codswallop and advised her not to believe a thing that was written in it. She had, of course, listened to her mother's advice, but the name Malfoy had caught her eye on a lone newspaper sitting on the table. Her father spent most of his days complaining about the Malfoy family, saying that Mr. Malfoy should be locked up, never allowed to use magic every again, but instead somehow managed to wiggle his way into a position at the Ministry. Well, if this case was as serious as the paper said it was, it looked like her father may have his wish at last.

She looked up at the ceiling of the Great Hall. It resembled the sky outside; a light shade of blue with a few fluffy white clouds here and there. It was a truly beautiful sight. For a moment she pondered whether or not she should enchant her own ceiling in her room to resemble the outside sky. If only she knew the spell to do it...

Deep in thought, she failed to notice someone sneaking up behind her.

"ROSE!"

"AH!"

She swung around, snatching up her wand, and came face to face with her annoying, obnoxious, self centered cousin, James Potter.

"Damn it James! You scared the hell out of me!" Rose said, putting her wand away, trying to slow her racing heart.

"Not my fault you make it so easy," he said happily, taking the seat next to her. "Maybe you should stop staring into space all the time."

"That doesn't give you a right to scare her half to death," a new voice came in, defending her. She turned to see her other cousin and Jame's brother, Albus Potter, sitting across from her.
Out of the two, she perferred Albus's company. He was usually quiet but was quite intelligent and was always there to help her out when she needed it. Not to mention, he got witty when put up against his brother. James, though intelligent as he was, spent most of his time playing pranks. One would be better off facing a Hungarian Horntail then ask him for help.

"Thank you Al," Rose said sweetly to her favorite cousin, before giving James a dirty look.
It only made him grin wider.

"So how did your O. go?" James asked quickly, before Rose had a chance to lecture him on the proper way to greet someone.

A feeling of exhusation came over her as she thought of her exams. Just today she had finished her charms O.W.L's, meaning that her long months of studying in the library was now over. Thank Merlin.

Albus was first to answer, putting a hand through his messy dark hair.
"I'm pretty sure I passed most of them. Don't know about History of Magic though...and then there's Potions..."

" Ah Potions, fifth year," James grinned, taking a bite of an apple. "My favorite subject yet!"

"What are you talking about? You got a D. Mum was furious!" Albus exclaimed confused.

"Yes but that was the year I got Samantha Finnigan to go out with me."

"Yea, only because you told her you were the best in the class. Once she found out that you were worse then her at it, she dumped your sorry arse".

Rose let out a giggle, which only grew when she saw James get red in the face.

"Yea yea yea," he said with a wave of his hand. " How did you do Rose? Best in your class again?"

"I don't know about that. I got at least three questions wrong in Transfiguration not to mention-"

"Stop it Rosie," Albus said using the nickname her father always called her. "You know you got Outstanding on everything. You always do amazing".

"That's not true! Remember -"

At that moment a mess of platinum blonde hair caught her eye, causing her to lose her train of thought.

She watched as the boy walked right past them, without so much as a glance, and sat at the end of the Slytherin table. Rose wasn't the only one watching, A few other students looked up from what they were doing to watch him pass, a look of contempt on their faces.

Suddenly James stood up, even going so far as to stand on his chair, causing people to turn his way.

"Who're you all looking at?"

"Will you sit down!" Rose exclaimed, grabbing him by the hem of his sleeve and pulling back to his seat. "Do you realize how obnoxious you are sometimes?"

"I dont see your point," he said looking at her seriously for a moment, then breaking out into one of his goofy grins. The kid never seemed to stop smiling.

"I wonder what it's like to have both your parent's go to Azkaban," Albus questions absentmindedly, obviously talking about the Malfoy boy.

"It's just a hearing," Rose said matter of factly. "There's no saying they'll end up there."

She had never talked to Scorpius Malfoy. She was in Gryffindor and he in Slytherin, so they were natural house enemies. Not to mention her father hated his family, so there was never really a good reason to talk to him.

All she knew was that he was a smart kid though pretty quiet and didn't have many friends. When she saw him, he was usually by himself, though rumor had it that he detested Muggleborns and made a point to go out of his way to make their lives miserable. She had never seen it, but the rumors were strong enough.

Still, she couldn't help but feel bad. People would surely judge him because of his parents predicament. Soon, the whole school would know that he was the kid of Death Eater if they hadn't already. It wasn't something you'd want to be labeled with.

"One thing will lead to another," Albus warned with a nod, then changed the subject back to O.W.L.s as if the Slytherin boy was not worth his time. James's too didn't seem interested, so Rose went with the flow of things until the two brothers began to fight, which was the ususal signal for her to leave the table.

She made her way onto the Hogwarts grounds. It was an extremely warm day, though a cool breeze swept by every now and then. Summer was fast approaching, and even though she loved Hogwarts like a second home, she couldn't help but feel excited to go back and see her parent's again. This year had been one big ball of stress, if nothing else.

Soon enough, she found a nice a group of trees by the lake to sit under, and stretched out carelessly, pulling up her long red hair.

I really need a hair cut, she thought to herself, as she closed her brown eyes and enjoyed the weather.

All in all, it was a peaceful day.


Hermione Weasley sat at the kitchen table, head in her hands, a piece of paper lay before her. She had already made up her mind, but she wasn't sure how her husband was going to take it.

She sighed, picking up the paper again, reading it to herself. It was a letter from a good friend of hers, though what was written on it was anything but good news.

She had met Astoria Malfoy at work, both being in the department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and they had both taken a quick liking to each other, despite the tension their husbands felt towards one another. Astoria was clever, caring, and loved to talk. Hermione usually found herself listening to Astoria tell a funny story about her life which would usually brighten up Hermione's day.

However, despite being such an intriguing and hilarious person, people avoided her, and she was usually on her own. When Hermione had asked her colleagues why they never included Astoria in any of their conversation they would merely shrug, mumbling something unintelligent. Yet, Hermione had a feeling that it was her namesake that kept people away. She had married a Malfoy, a name that struck fear in many people's hearts.

Many were slow to forgive his families allegiance with the Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort, yet Astoria had found some hope in Draco Malfoy, and somehow came to love him. Because of this, Hermione couldn't help but feel friendly and loyal to the other woman, hating that so many people judged her for something she had no control over. Hermione's loyalty, however, was put to the test in this single letter. It was written hastily as if she had only a few minutes to write it, which in this case, she probably did. It read:

Dear Hermione,

You've probably have already heard what happened with the Ministry and I'm sorry to say that it's true. The Ministry is going to keep us under close warranty before the hearing which is in about a month. I hope you don't think any less of me because of this. My husband and I had very good reason to keep what we had, though it is probably inappropriate to say in a letter. I will be sure to explain it to you once our names are clear. Our home, however, has been put under the ministry's control ; no one is allowed in or out while it is being inspected. Hermione, you have been such a good friend to me and I know I am asking a lot of you, but i ask you this one favor that I hope you accept. It would mean the world to me if you did.

I want you to look after Scorpius. It would only be for a few weeks and he wouldn't need much looking after, he usually just spends most of his time in his room any way. All he needs is a roof over his head, and I'll repay you as soon as I can. I know this is so much for me to ask from you, but I trust you above all my other friends. Your a good person, and I know you can keep him out of harms way. I would send him to my husbands parent's but they are currently under scrutiny as well ... and my parents passed away a long time ago so... I just want Scorpius to stay out of all this. He's always been under pressure because of his father and now it'll be worse then ever. I understand if you don't want too or can't ... but please just think about it, and let me know as soon as possible. Thank you.

Love from , Astroria Malfoy

Hermione knew what she had to do as soon as she finished reading it. She had wrote a brief acceptance letter wishing them good luck, and sent the owl as soon as possible. Now it was up to her to tell Ron that his former arch enemies son was going to be living under the same roof as his family for a few weeks. Oh, this wasn't going to be fun.

A few moments later, her husband burst into the room, taking off his jacket and pecking Hermione on the lips.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, taking off his shoes. "The ministry's going nuts with this Malfoy case. I knew this day would come, didn't I tell you?"

"Yes you told me dear."

"I know i did. I knew the Malfoys were still rotten to the core. So what's for dinner?"

Hermione realized she had holding her breath and exhaled slowly.

"Speaking of the Malfoy's -"

"I thought we were talking about dinner."

"Ron!"

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

Hermione took a deep breathe then continued, explaining to Ron the situation the Malfoy boy was in, showing him Astoria's letter, and then telling him she already accepted.

At first Ron was silent.

Then his face turning the same color as his hair, his mouth in a permanent scowl.

Hermione knew the best thing to do was let the knowledge sink in before saying anything at all.

A minute later, his skin went back to it's normal freckly color and his scowl vanished away from his lips.

"Fine," Ron said, sounding like he was trying to compose himself. "Fine. Why bother asking me who get's to stay in our home. Who cares if it's the son of a Death Eater? I mean you're the boss right?"

"Ron, stop it"

"No, you're right all the time," Ron continued sarcastically. "I don't know why you even bothered to let me know what was going on. The kid's coming regardless".

"I'm sorry it happened like this... i couldn't say no,"Hermione said, her voice almost a whisper.

"Of course no,", Ron answered, the sarcasm finally vanishing from his voice. "You're too nice for your own good. It's why I love you so much".

He kissed her, making Hermione feel better about the situation, then sat back his hands folded.

"However," he said his voice firm. "He comes even a foot near my daughter and he's out of here!"

"Oh c'mon Ron"

"I'm not kidding Hermione, I don't want them being all buddy buddy with one another. I'll slit my own throat if that's the case."

"Your so dramatic"

"Yea well... that's my only rule."

"Fine," Hermione sighed, an amused smiles on her lips. "I'll talk to her when she get's back"

"Good," Ron said crossing his arms. "Now that that's over with... what's for dinner?"


Author's Note: Alright! End of Chapter 1! Lemme know what you think :)