They both sat silently in her office, wondering how much this incident would weigh on them. The door creaked open, and they heard steps coming toward them. McGonagall walked over to them and peered at them as she sat down at her desk. Still remaining silent, they noticed McGonagall was at a loss for words. After a long pause she began, “Never, in all my years of teaching, have I ever witnessed what I saw today. Not even your parents resorted to physical violence to the extent you did.” She was quiet again to think of her next words: “Do you two understand what it looks like to have the two brightest students in the school doing something with this level of hatred? I could have your prefect badges for this—
your Quidditch positions.” McGonagall began to rub her tired eyes.
“Don’t even finish that sentence, Miss Weasley. Neither one of you is going to be able to talk your way out of this one,” she said firmly.
“Now, both of you listen here. I have put up with the cursing and the pranking for five years now, and I had hoped you would eventually grow out of it.”
“Well, you two better make sure that it happens because the next time I see an event like today, it will be expulsion for both of you. You two are both fifth years and role models for the school; it is about time you start acting like it.”
“Yes, Professor,” they said, knowing they weren’t going to abide by these rules; they would just be more careful next time.
“As for your punishment: you will have detention three nights a week for the rest of the year, and until further notice, you are on probation from any school functions and activities.”
“You don’t mean…” Scorpius started.
“That’s right, Mister Malfoy, no Hogsmeade, no clubs, no Halloween Fest, no Quidditch, and no prefect duties. You will do your studies and nothing more.”
“So we aren't allowed to do anything then?” Rose added.
“Correct. And to insure you aren’t doing any of those activities, you will have detention during all of those events. Now you may go to the hospital wing to be bandaged up.” They started to stand, and she added, “And just so I make myself clear, I only want natural healing for your injuries.”
“Professor, that is immoral! It’s something muggles do,” Scorpius complained.
Rose crossed her arms, annoyed he was making this conversation any longer than necessary. “What, Malfoy, you can’t take the pain of a few bruises?”
Scorpius glared at her. “Hey, Weasley, I can handle anything you can,” he fought back.
“Oh really?” She stared him down, “I highly doubt that.”
"You know what…” he started before McGonagall cut him off.
“Silence, both of you! You haven’t even left my office yet, but you have already started fighting. Keep in mind what I said: the next time something like this happens it will be expulsion. Now leave before I change my mind about your punishments. As of right now, I still believe I am being too lenient on you,” She nodded her head toward the door.
As they reached the door, McGonagall added, “Oh, and would you please send your parents in when you see them?”
“Could this day get any worse?” Rose mumbled to herself.
McGonagall spoke, “I'm sure it will, once your parents are finished with the meeting we’re about to have.”
Rose walked out and saw her mother and father standing in the corner of the lobby. Silently, she walked over to them and tried to pick up on their attitudes and what they were whispering about. She noted her mother had a scowl on her face, her arms were crossed firmly, and her face was turning redder with each second. Her dad had one hand on his wife’s shoulder, trying to calm her down—though with little luck.
She could hear her mother hissing, “You know, Ronald, I'm as mad at you as I am her. Do you seriously think I don’t know it was you who taught Rose that spell? I know she didn’t learn it from school.” Ron looked down at his shoes guiltily.
Rose decided to save her dad from anymore scolding and walked up to them, “Hi daddy.”
Ron looked up happier and said, “Hi, Rosie.” He gave her a light hug, trying not to hurt her. Ron was still smiling when he released her. He looked her over taking in her injuries. “So where is the ferret that did this to you?” Ron asked going red in the face.
“Over there,” Rose motioned behind her.
Ron looked over at Scorpius breathing roughly and shouted, “Hey, you stay the hell away from my daughter!”
Scorpius looked at the Weasley family, smirked, and replied, “With all due respect, sir, your daughter—along with your family—are the last people I want to be around.” He turned around and began to walk away.
“You see that? He’s just like his father: a coward. A pathetic little ferret.” He looked down at Rose and said, “You could have taken him if I had taught you the right spells.”
Hermione heard what her husband was saying and whipped her head around faster than lightning “Ron, if you know what’s good for you, you will shut your mouth very quickly.” Growing more aggravated with her husband, she looked toward Rose, “Are you all right?” She asked seriously.
“I’m fine, mum, just a few broken bones. Also, I'm on probation, but other than that I'm fine,” Rose replied solemnly.
“I'm guessing the Headmistress wants to talk to us, since she told us we needed to get down here immediately,” Hermione added. Rose nodded in agreement. Her mother continued, “Okay, well don’t think we’re done talking about this. You will have additional punishments at home.”
Rose took in a deep breath and said, “I figured I would.”
Ron put his arm around Hermione’s shoulder and gave it a light squeeze, indicating they could talk about it later. He looked at his daughter and said, “We’re going to go and try to settle some of this. We’ll talk afterwards.” He nodded and smiled at her.
Leading his wife to the headmistress’s office, he leaned in to Hermione’s ear and whispered, “Do you get the feeling this is oddly familiar?” He smiled to himself.
“Ron,” Hermione complained in a lighter tone now, “This isn’t a joking matter.”
“I know that, love, but we’ve gone through this meeting enough times to know how it’s going to turn out.” He opened the door and led his wife in.
Draco and his wife were already seated in their usual chairs on one side of the room. As they walked in, Hermione looked over at the thin, pale, dark haired woman sitting by their old nemesis. Smiling at her, Hermione nodded her head and said, “Hello, Astoria,” without acknowledging Draco.
The woman smiled back at her with the same courtesy and gentleness, “Hello, Hermione.” Ron just nodded at both of them without saying a word: his attitude becoming more hostile. Taking their usual seats, they waited for McGonagall to come out from the back file room of the office.
Hermione placed her hand on her forehead and closed her eyes. Ron looked at her, “What are you thinking about, dear?” he asked, trying to fill the awkward silence in the room.
“The case I’d rather be working on right now instead of being here.” Opening her eyes she added, “Again.”
Ron instinctively reached out for Hermione's hand and gave it a squeeze.
Draco, growing frustrated, hissed, “What is McGonagall doing back there?”
“Well, seeing as how your students’ files are a third thicker than the average students, it takes a while to get it all together,” The aging women said while walking out of the back room with two overly packed folders floating behind her. “I don’t even know why I bother putting them away at all.”
“Professor McGonagall, I'm confident it can’t be that bad,” Ron retorted.
“And I assure you, Mr. Weasley, that if something doesn’t change soon then one or both of your children may end up killing each other,” she said in a harsh tone.
“Once again, Professor, I'm sure it’s just harmless fun,” Ron tried to justify.
She snapped open the first file on her desk and pulled out a random stack of papers two inches thick. “Two years ago, Rose suffered two broken ribs from a blaberest curse. Scorpius had three broken toes and four broken fingers due to a counter curse. That same year—only three months after that particular incident—Scorpius was mysteriously ill and throwing up everything including blood…”
“I’m sure you can’t blame Rose for him being sick.”
"Every time something came out, the words “Rose Weasley” would show up imprinted in the remains. After Scorpius recovered, she mysteriously got sick with the exact same thing, only this time the word “Revenge” was stamped in the vomit. One month after that, they were in another duel, landing both of them with broken noses.” She stopped to look at the parents then continued flipping through another stack of papers. “Last year as a total, your kids suffered more injuries than their entire class combined. Rose has had nine broken fingers, twelve broken toes, seven broken noses, five broken ankles, one broken leg, eight broken wrist, and six broken ribs.”
Ron was in shock; he knew his daughter was hurt a lot, but he never knew it was that much.
Draco smirked at the toll of damage his son had caused on the redheaded weasel.
“Do you think that it’s funny your son caused all that damage?” McGonagall said in a harsh tone. “Shall we look at your son’s injuries?” Flipping the page she continued, “Scorpius Malfoy: fifteen broken fingers, thirteen broken toes, three broken noses, four displaced kneecaps, eight fractured ankles, four broken arms, six fractured wrists, oh, and the final one: sixteen broken or fractured ribs. And that was just last year. Not counting the multiple bruises or cuts that they have received from all of these incidents. Do you wish for me to continue on this list?” She closed the folder sitting it on top of her desk. Looking at all eight eyes now glued to her she said, “I had hoped that in making them prefects they would mature a bit, but apparently I was very wrong.”
Both Weasleys and Malfoys were looking in opposite directions, not able to help feel like they were being scolded too. “Hogwarts has a no violence policy, and what happened today is completely unforgivable. To be in a duel is one thing, and until today that was all I had to deal with from those two. But to physically harm someone says a lot. When I walked into that room, I had never seen two students want to hurt each so much: I wonder why they are this way? It has been like this since the second they got to Hogwarts, and I'm tired of it. I refuse to have behavior like that in my school, and I will not put up with two and a half more years of it. For your children to do something like this, you should be ashamed to say you raised them.” She looked at the four adults in front of her.
Hermione was the only one who looked hurt to be there and hear that. She had a look of disbelief and disappointment on her face. McGonagall continued, “We have had meetings before about your children’s behavior, but apparently you haven’t seemed to grasp the point I have been trying to make.”
Ron interrupted, “Excuse me, Professor, but are you implying that we are bad parents?” he asked, getting a little red in the face.
“Mr. Weasley, the only thing I am implying today is the fact that your daughter and Mr. Malfoy’s son happen to know a lot of defensive spells that aren’t found in your common, everyday text book.
Draco, who had remained silent until now, spoke in a direct tone: “What is that supposed to mean?”
McGonagall stared at him and spoke slowly, “Mr. Malfoy, do not turn this into something that it’s not.” Malfoy averted his eyes.
She was about to say something else until Hermione said, “Professor, please get back to the point.” She looked a bit desperate.
McGonagall, catching her unprofessional manner, directed her eyes back to her once star pupil, “The point is, Mrs. Weasley, you need to control your children or I will be forced to transfer one or both of them from Hogwarts.”
All the parents started to protest at that statement, but McGonagall was ahead of them, “Now you now the position I am in, I advise you to fix the problem; seeing as how you are the reason that they hate each other to begin with, it shouldn’t be that hard.” They shut their mouths and just looked at her.
Ron started to speak, “Professor, I don’t think we can just change their minds like that.”
Draco spoke too: “Professor, I agree with Weasley. We can’t just make them like each other.”
She stood up to show her authority over them, “Well, gentlemen, if that is what you feel, then your children can enjoy spending the rest of their years in another school.” She paused to let that sink in, then she continued, “Now, I have work to do, so you may leave. I hope our little chat today has made a permanent impression on you. Good day.”
All four adults stood up silently and walked out the door. Thinking about what the old professor had said, two of them were trying to figure out a way around the statement McGonagall had made.
A/N: Alrighty so what did you think? Was it any good? So the good news is that I have a lot of the story written bad news is that it's not typed. So sorry about that. I can tell you that the next chapter WILL be sent for validating this Friday, so it will most likely be up for reading late saturday or early Sunday.
I know right now it is going slow but things will pick up soon you just have to be patient. I'm trying to create a foundation for the characters. So please Review, review and review some more or choose the other option and don't. But I hope you do because I like your opinions and I actually like constructive criticism and I use it to fix my story. I have re posted chapters because of constructive criticism. So enjoy your day & check back next weekend for the 4th chapter.