Harry POV
Harry couldn't stop thinking about the meeting. No one had heard or seen from the Malfoys in ages. There were rumours that they'd moved to France, and even crazier rumours such as that Luicius Malfoy lived in the muggle world nowadays. Without realising it, he had accidentally walked past Ron and Hermione's apartment. He shook himself and walked in.
"Uncle Harry!" Rose said. "It's been ages!"
Harry laughed. "Whoa there, kiddo, I saw you last week at the Burrow, remember?" Rose grumbled and pouted cutely. "Well, one week is too long, I missed you!" Ron poked his head out from the kitchen. "No fair Harry, how come Rosie likes you even more than me? Tell me your secrets," he complained. Harry just smiled mysteriously at Ron and let Rose lead him to the dining table. Dinner was a pleasant affair, and Harry and Hermione chatted about Christmas shopping for the Weasleys. "Oh that reminds me," Harry said. "I kinda bumped into Narcissa while I was Christmas shopping this afternoon." Ron choked on his chicken leg and put it down. Harry was impressed, he'd never seen Ron so interested in a topic he would willingly put down food. "Narcissa? As in, Narcissa Black Malfoy Narcissa? And since when did you start calling her Narcissa?" Harry snorted at his friend's eloquence. "Since when have you met another Narcissa? Yes, I bumped into her while I was window shopping and looking for presents." Hermione nudged Harry and said, "Knowing Harry, he probably spent ages looking at children's brooms, then sweets, then at the things Teddy and Rose would love, and so on..." Harry smiled sheepishly. "Umm... oops?" Ron picked up his chicken leg again and said through a mouthful of chicken "You spoil tche kiss too much for youre owfn good Hawry—Ow whaf was tha for 'ermione," earning him and mother smack from his wife. "Ronald Bilius Weasley, you do NOT talk with your mouth full, especially in front of the children." She snapped. Harry and Rose exchanged looks and smirked at Ron simultaneously. Ron looked put out and glared at them. Harry and Rose just laughed and watched as Ron got nagged at by his wife. Harry looked at the clock. "Thanks for the dinner, Mione, but I'd better be going. I have to work tomorrow." He squatted down and removed a clinging Rose from his arm. "I'll see you again soon, hmm?" Rose held on tighter and mumbled sleepily "When will I get to see you again Uncle Harry?" Harry ruffled Rose's hair and said "Really soon, I promise. I'll come visit you as soon as I'm free." Rose finally let go and wrapped herself around Ron's legs. Harry smiled at the sight and bid them all goodnight.