Rose is scared for her life. [complete] Characters: Rose Weasley....and her dad. When/Where: In a random classroom after Rose's Defense class. Rating: PG? Summary: Ron decides to talk to Rose about boys. She's thrilled, let me tell you.
As soon as her father asked to speak to her, Rose's stomach did flip flops. Uncle Harry had gave Ron a disappointed look, before giving Rose a sympathetic one. She had nodded at her father and smiled grimly toward her Uncle before grabbed her book bag, and throwing an apologetic look to all of her friends before following her dad into the hall and toward an empty classroom. Her father's strides were long and quick, making Rose run to catch up. Her dad held the door open for her, to which she smiled and thanked him, and hurriedly sat at the nearest desk.
She smiled nervously at her dad, who was pacing back and forth, his expression grim.
"Dad, come on," Rose finally sighed. "There's no need to be this upset."
"Rosie," her dad stopped mid-pace and shook his head. "You don't understand."
"No," Rose snapped, rolling her eyes. "Frankly, I don't really care about your twenty some-odd year grudges."
Ron Weasley narrowed his eyes, "You don't know what it was like in the war. The Malfoy's were on his side." Ron said firmly. "We were trying to fight against them. That family has done horrible things. Rose, we were captives at the Malfoy manor once. Voldemort was living there. Bellatrix Lestrange tortured your mother! She's your boyfriend's great Aunt... or would if she were alive."
Rose felt suddenly shocked and a little sick to her stomach, "But Scorpius isn't like that, dad. He's really nice. He likes me... and I really like him in return."
Ron wrinkled his nose and gave a quick shudder, "But Rose--"
"No," Rose shook her head. "I don't understand what the war was like, you know I don't. I wasn't there, obviously since you and mum probably weren't even thinking about children yet. I've never been apart of anything like that ever, though at the rate things are going right now, I might be. I do know, though, that Scorpius is nothing like the Draco Malfoy you've told me about. In fact, Scorpius doesn't really even like his father all that much from what I gather. You say that his dad is arrogant, rude, and a complete pansy because he succumbed to Lord Voldemort and took the mark. You say he is a complete arsehole. I can tell you truthfully that Scorpius is none of those things."
"I don't want you to become a Malfoy," Ron blurted out. "The thought scares me, Rosie. I don't want you anywhere near Lucius Malfoy especially. I don't want you near that family. I don't want you to be apart of it. I don't want you in that manor. Something about losing you to a Malfoy is just terrifying."
Rose blushed, looking pointedly away, "I don't think you need to worry terribly about that, I'm still in school."
"Thank Merlin for that," Ron breathed out. "I'm half afraid you're going to run off and elope and I'll never see my Rosie again."
All Rose could think about was her and Scorpius' 'Romeo and Juliet' talks, where they would run away and elope instead of killing themselves. She wanted to honestly laugh, but struggled to keep it back in fear of offending her father. She shook her head, "Dad, I wouldn't."
"I hope not," he replied. "Don't get pregnant either."
Rose rolled her eyes, "Dad! Come on!"
"I'm serious, Rose! He better not touch you!" her dad's faced paled as he looked at his daughter. "If he even so much as looks at you inappropriately, I swear I'll hex off his--"
"Don't finish that sentence," Rose snapped back quickly. "I'm not irresponsible, dad. I'm seventeen now! I'm an adult and I'm in a relationship with someone I really care about. Do you really honestly think I haven't kissed him yet?"
Ron made a strange noise that sounded somewhat similar to a dying animal, "For the love of Merlin and all that is holy, please keep your pants on."
"Ugh," Rose groaned. "Shut up!"
"Rose, I really don't like this," Ron sighed, reaching out to touch his daughters face. "I don't want to see you hurt. I wish you would have chose anyone else."
"Dad, I am going to see him," she replied, looking her father straight in the eye. "I really do care about him. A lot. He's... important. To me. It mean would mean so much to me, if you could just... be happy. Accept it and understand that our relationship may very well move that far forward. Understand that Scorpius is not his bleeding father!"
"I can't promise," Ron told her. "But, I can try?"
"Try HARD," Rose grumbled. "Really hard. Because I swear, dad, if I bring Scorpius home sometime and you're a complete arsehole to him... I will never speak to you again."
Ron shuddered for a moment and nodded, "I'll try. I need to go, Rosie. Harry and I have more classes to lecture."
"I should probably go let Scorpius know that he doesn't have to worry about you hunting him down and murdering him," Rose smirked.
"Not yet, anyway," Ron corrected, his expression fierce.
"Not ever," Rose countered, standing up and grabbing her things. "Dad, my heart belongs to Scorpius. If you're mean to him, you'll hurt me. Remember that."
Ron groaned and put his head in his hands, "Don't say things like that."
"Whatever, dad, I'm going to go find him," Rose shrugged and headed toward the door. "Love you, dad."
"Love you, too, Rosie," Ron sighed, watching his daughter walk out the door.