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Rose and Scorpius sat on the couch, a foot apart. She kept reaching out to grab his hand, but Scorpius didn't dare touch her. Ron was always watching.

Scorpius was terrified to say the least. Mr. Weasley was an auror. He had defeated Voldemort. He was six feet tall. He was bloody terrifying.

"Scorpius, a word in the study?" Ron pushed open the kitchen door and placed his hands on the back of the couch, his knuckles going white.

Scorpius, looking very green, gulped. He stood up slowly, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. He didn't think he'd ever been this nervous in his life.

"Daddy, give me your wand." Rose held out her hand, turning to face her father.

Ron ignored her.

"Can I come too?" Hugo asked brightly, swallowing a cookie and shuffling into the living room. Rose glared at her little brother.

"No." Ron said flatly. "And don't eat all of those. I want some." Hugo gave a thumbs up and collapsed next to his sister on the couch.

Ron slung his arm around Scorpius's shaking shoulders, his hand firmly steering them towards the study. Scorpius cast a terrified look back at his girlfriend who gave him what she hoped to be a reassuring smile. This did nothing to calm him.

Ron held open the very, solid mahogany door to the study and gestured for Scorpius to step inside. No one would be able to hear his screams through that door, Scorpius thought and nearly started crying.

"Take a seat." Ron sat himself at the desk, leaning back in the leather chair, his hands folded. Scorpius nervously sat in the armchair. He ran his hands through his unruly, overgrown blonde hair. Be a man, Scorpius.

Before Ron could start, Scorpius said. "Mr. Weasley, I love your daughter and I would never do anything, ever, to hurt her." His voice shook.

Ron disregarded this comment and began his speech, which he had been planning since the day Rose was born. "I don't like you, Mr. Malfoy."

"With all do respect, sir," He couldn't believe he was being this bold. "I think you dislike my father. And I don't like to associate myself with him very much, Mr. Weasley, sir. So, if you could pretend just for a moment that my last name isn't Malfoy. I know that's asking for a whole lot, but I really just want you to talk to me as Scorpius."

"That's fair, Scorpius." Ron pursed his lips. "But you understand that doesn't change that I don't think you're good enough for her."

"Mr. Weasley, sir, I completely agree."

Ron was not expecting this response. He opened his mouth and closed it again, trying to think of something to say. But, Scorpius beat him to the chase.

"I know I'm not good enough for Rosie. You don't need to tell me." He laughed nervously. "But I'm trying. I really am. You have to understand just how much I love her. She means everything to me."

"You're sixteen."

"You were much younger, if what Rose tells me is correct, when you fell in love."

Ron was at a loss for words again. For as nervous as this kid looked, he sure had a way with words. Ron didn't have responses prepared for Scorpius's retorts.

"Am I being rude?" Scorpius blushed right up to the tips of his ears and quite suddenly Ron developed a little soft spot for the kid. He saw a little bit of his awkward, fifteen year old self in Scorpius. "Oh gosh. I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley. I didn't mean to be. I just... I'm so bloody nervous. Bloody hell."

"It's okay, Scorpius." Ron said. "It's nothing personal, nothing about your surname or lack of freckles, it's just well…I think you can understand how much I love Rose?" He cocked an eyebrow and Scorpius nodded his head up and down furiously. "It's nothing personal to you. I can't like you. I can't like the bloke that's with my Rose. I just can't. But you wouldn't do anything to hurt her, would you Scorpius?"

Scorpius shook his head, his gray eyes wide. "Never, sir. I never would. I want to protect her from everything. She think I'm annoyingly overprotective." Scorpius lowered his voice and leaned in a bit closer to Ron. "But. you'd agree with me, sir? Wouldn't you? That she really ought to wear a coat when it's cold out? And she shouldn't walk around Hogsmeade by herself. Mr. Weasley, I'm always nervous something might happen to her, I think you can understand that?"

"I can understand that perfectly, Scorpius. I completely agree." Ron leaned forward. Scorpius was beginning to grow on him. Just a little bit. It wasn't like he liked him. No, that'd be crazy. But he didn't hate him so much anymore.

Scorpius wanted to wrap this conversation up before he said something wrong. "Mr. Weasley, I love her so much and I just want her to be happy and warm and safe. And I know I'm not good enough, but I promise I would never do anything to hurt her."

Ron nodded his head, satisfied with the response.

"I don't know about you, but I'm starving…" Ron pushed himself up and Scorpius hopped eagerly to his feet. "Let's head to dinner."

Scorpius reached for the door, but Ron grabbed his arm.

"I forgot something, Scorpius."

"Yes, sir."

"Just don't forget, Rose has a lot of family members who would kill for her. And you know what they say about people with red hair."

"Tempers. I know. Rosie has one." Scorpius gave a lopsided grin.

"Quit looking so nervous," Ron said, giving a blushing Scorpius a thump on the back.

This had gone completely wrong, Ron thought. Scorpius was supposed to be crying. He wasn't supposed to like the Malfoy kid. Bloody Hell.

"How about the Chudley Cannons game last night, Mr. Weasley? They played pretty well, huh?" Scorpius started. "But if you ask me, Viktor Krum really needs to retire. He was never really good anyways. Always has a smug look on his face."

Ron grinned.

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