First Encounters
Hermione Weasley smiled to herself as she watched her husband talk with their young daughter as they stood on platform 9 ¾, getting ready to see her off to her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "If you're not in Gryffindor, we'll disinherit you," her husbands voice brought her out of her thoughts.
"Ron!" she exclaimed, swatting him on the shoulder, knowing that he wasn't serious but judging by the looks on her daughter and nephews faces they didn't. "He doesn't mean it," She assured the two eleven year old who looked a little more relaxed with her assurances, though not much. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ron and Harry staring at someone through the mist. Following their line of sight, Hermione saw Draco Malfoy standing on the platform with his wife and son.
"So that's little Scorpius" She her Ron say under his breath. Her husband bent down towards their daughter. "Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains," Hermione smiled slightly as her daughter looked questioningly at her father from under her deep red bangs, curiosity filling her wide hazel eyes.
"Ron for heaven's sake" Though she would never admit it, the fact that he was pointing Scorpius out to their daughter amused her. She loved how Ron could be so completely oblivious to the potential consequences of his actions, but she supposed that it was a part of his charm. "Don't try and turn them against each other before they've even started school."
"You're right, sorry," said Ron. She smiled at how easily she could get him to agree with her. "Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pure-blood." Hermione bit back a laugh at the expression on her daughters face. It was a mixture of shock that quickly changed to a look of determination that only present when Rose was concentrating very hard on analyzing something she had learned. She also saw a flash of stubbornness in her daughter's eyes. Hermione had a funny feeling that before the end of the seven years Rose would spend at Hogwarts, her husband would be eating his words.
