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Thanks to Eclectic Pet for being an awesome Beta. Major triggers in this chapter so avoid when in doubt.

Chapter 13A
7 years earlier.
Rose stared at her image in the mirror. She had returned from Madame Malakin’s uniforms and robes shop. Her mother had taken her shopping in Diagon Alley; she had been in dire need of new school robes and uniforms. She had grown during the Holidays.
Her mother had taken her to a ladies fashion and undergarment store, her breasts had also blossomed. She had a definite A cup now. She felt a bit flustered when entering the undergarment section of the shop. Various garments had been on display, white, some kind of cream, or rather champagne as he mother had educated her, black, red, dark green. Frilly, lacy, cotton, silk. Padded, non-padded, push up, push down, underwired, no wire, sexy, comfy, sporty and to top it off 'young witches'.

Rose had never been in this side of the shop, her mother had always bought her underwear. White cotton or adorned with flowers. Rose had never cared much in her choice, comfy yes, frilly she simply didn't care, and she couldn't even recall what the other girls sported.

Being surrounded by so many garments it made her heart sink in her shoes.
"Oh, Rose come here honey! Oh look isn't this pretty?!" Her mother gushed, holding up a simple white bra.
As Rose came close, she noticed the bra wasn't a plain white cotton bra; it had very delicate lace trimmings, her mother bent down, taking a matching pair, white cotton knickers from the hanger. "Oh, this takes me back to when my mother took me shopping all those years ago." Did Hermione had tears in her eyes?
"Oh, mummy those are really beautiful!" Rose felt overwhelmed; her mother was this high-powered witch up in the higher Echelons of the British Wizard Society.
"Here take these and try them on!" Hermione had shooed her into a nearby changing cubicle.
Rose put her arms through the straps, small bows attached to the triangles; she reached behind her trying to fasten them, without success. How to work these contraptions? "Mummy?!" She said as she looked at herself in the mirror, the reflection startled her, she looked different, she had not looked at herself for weeks, she had been afraid to, her body had changed, it had matured, she didn't like it, her tomboyish nature didn't relate well to her changed feminine form.
"Oh, look at you Rose, nearly a woman now. Ah you need help!" Hermione said as she saw Rose holding the strap behind her back. "You can either fasten them like this, you'll get the hang of this or you can fasten them on front and turn the band around to your back and putting your arms through it." Hermione clasped the fastening together, holding Rose by her shoulders. "Oh, my little girl’s all grown up!" She gushed with wet eyes. She felt immensely proud of her more than pretty daughter, shame she didn't realise how pretty she was, Hermione mused. "Uhm well, one tiny question? Have you had your first period yet? We discussed what would happen right?" Hermione was a bit more cool about this; Rose had no need for awkwardness regarding the topic.
Rose flushed a nice shade of crimson, revealing she had started her period, she didn't feel comfortable discussing it.
"Ah, that's a yes then!" Hermione chuckled. "What do you use, towels or tampons?" Hermione stated dryly.
"Mum, please I...” Rose blushed ferociously.
"Well, you should start using tampons, you have my permission!" Hermione said. "Those are so much easier to use!"
"Oh, really, thanks mum!" Rose didn't dare try using them, her mother had told her to wait before using them, she wanted her permission, she absolutely loathed the towels, and some of her friends had started using tampons.
"Well that's settled, this bra is the right size and those matching knickers look good as well, we'll get some nice lace trimmed tank tops alongside as well. Would you like to leave these on?" Hermione looked at the demurely nodding redhead, her daughter was such a tomboy and didn't do demure often. Rose had always taken after Ron in that sense, she liked sharing girlie stuff, she had always longed to. Rose had always been drawn to Ron as girls often did.
They had a quiet lunch at The Leaky Cauldron; Hermione took her to Madame Malakin before they headed home. Hermione pushed the door open, a soft tingle signalling the proprietor’s customers had arrived. They weren't the only ones deciding on shopping for new uniforms and robes.
"Oh, hello Hermione!" A strong female voice sounded. A very immaculate dressed and coiffed blonde sat on a high winged chair, her legs resting prim and proper above killer heels.
"Astoria!" Hermione nodded curtly. They had met at social functions and then some. Rose was none the wiser; she had entirely missed her mother’s breath hitching at the Graceful Genteel.
"Mother, what do you think?" A young platinum blond appeared from behind a heavy black curtain. He followed his mother’s line of sight, his eyes landing on the redhead who had entered the premises. "Well, well, 'Spitfire' Weaselette is in need of new robes". He so liked to irk her. One of the few who did not acknowledge his presence with swooning sounds; he could not read the girl. Did she like boys, at all? She sure as hell had grown into her body the past few months. Her developing curves not to be missed, he thought approvingly. He gave her a thorough once over. His eyes ending at the luxurious paper carrier bag from the Ladies store around the corner. Mmmm she must've purchased some delicate stuff as he caught sight of the foil used to wrap lingerie in. He had noticed them when his mother brought some home, he had gone through her drawers often, and his mother owned some serious spicy and kinky stuff. Always a sure way to get a boner. He knew now he preferred the kinky stuff even at fifteen.
"Ah, Mrs Weasley-Granger and daughter", the owner said as she came back her arms filled with tailored made uniforms. They had to be Scorpius', Rose mused, so many for a boy, she noticed the finer fabrics.
"Well, Rose would like some Senior Girl Hogwarts uniforms and some Winter, in between and Summer Robes. I think we can safely move on from the younger girl variety!" Hermione addressed the lady who nodded in agreement, taking a seat at the other chair placed in the room; she was here for the long haul.
Scorpius took his garments and retreated into his cubicle. His stare had not gone unnoticed.
Rose had chosen some short skirt, knee socks, slim fitted blouses, jumpers and a blazer. Her mother selected some thin Gryffindor striped ties.
"Looking good, Weasel!" Scorpius whispered when she emerged from the fitting room. Hermione and Astoria had politely chatted, Scorpius’ approval of her appearance made her blush slightly. He was the school most notorious hottie, even when she did not let him know she thought so. She hated the girls at school drooling after the smug bastard, boosting his already inflated ego. He thought he was the gift of the Gods as it was.

Rose stood at home in front of the mirror, thinking back to the afternoon in the shop, she had undressed and checked her reflection. Her new undergarments were so pretty, thinking about Scorpius had stirred something inside her lower regions, she had felt these feelings before, but they seemed more prominent now than ever before, she had found a damp patch in her crotch as she had changed in the shop. Scorpius had been affirmative of her appearance, boys and especially the platinum one had never even paid heed at her before.
Rose touched her bra, thinking about Scorpius making her nipples rub against her new bra, the feeling wasn't entirely unpleasant, on the contrary, her crotch dampened again. A sigh escaped her lips, her hand trailed her toned stomach, and she had worked out as she had started playing Quidditch the year before.
She felt so naughty as she looked at the mirror, her fingers rubbing the fabric between her legs, a jolt flashed through her stomach. 'Oh', that was nice, the memory of Scorpius and her fingers brought a tingling sensation to her core. She had never felt it like this. The barmy git made her feel this, so forbidden, so good... She closed her eyes, nudging the fabric covering her pussy aside, her fingers met with wetness; she slipped a finger inside her slit. 'Ohh, nggh Scorpiushhh...' a whisper left her lips, rubbing some more, adding a finger, as fluids oozed from her private parts. Her other hand fidgeting with her fabric clad nipple, adding to an increasing burning sensation in her body. She knew she was masturbating, she had read about it in a book her mother had provided her after their girl-to-girl talk last summer. She had never engaged in it as heavily as she did now, she had never had anyone particular in mind, the insufferable git turned her on, how annoying!
Rose was so deep in bliss, she wasn't aware she was being watched from a crack in her door. Hermione had left for the evening; she was meeting a friend for drinks. Hugo was staying at the burrow; her father had gone to a Quidditch match with her Uncle.
Ron had been watching his little girl from the landing, he wanted to have an early night in, he and the lads had been engaging in heavy drinking after the match, he saw light in Rose’s bedroom; he had nearly walked past as he saw his young girl in front of her mirror. She was sporting some more mature undergarments, he knew Hermione and Rose had gone shopping, his wife had not mentioned she was taking her to buy some racy outfit. Rose wasn't nearly old enough for these type of garments. At first, he had thought she was checking her appearance in the mirror, but he abruptly became aware of what Rose was up to. His little girl was engaging in a sordid act.
'Wait?!' What the fuck!! 'Scorpius' he wasn't hearing it right, she was moaning a Malfoy's name?!

Ron Weasley snapped, this wasn't what he'd raised her to be, a fucking Malfoy whore. He pushed Rose's door opened, her eyes were wide with horror as he scooped her up, and he sat on her bed and spanked the hell out of her.
"You, fucking, whore, this-is-not-how-I-raised-you! Masturbating under my roof to his name, how dare you!" He seethed as he proceeded in spanking her white cotton covered buttocks. He didn't hear her pure terrifying screams, pleading with him to stop hurting her.
"Daddy, please, stop, you're hurting me, no...... Stop....please...." She sobbed like mad.
"Daddyyyyy???!! Nooooooh..." She wailed.
Ronald Weasley wasn't having it, how dare his bitch of a wife buy this for his pure little girl, letting the girl whore herself like this. The garments needed to come off, Ron pushed Rose off his lap onto the ground, her face tear stricken, wailing, clinging to her father’s legs.
"Daddy, please..." She looked up to him pleading, no begging not to hate her, she hadn't done anything wrong, or did she?! Rose wasn't sure.
"Take off those filthy unbefitting garments, you whore!" Rose eyes grew wider. He wasn't serious, he wasn't ordering her to undress in his presence, was he?! He had not seen her without clothes since she could remember.

"Now, girl I'm asking again, take those filthy things off!" Ronald wasn't joking.
Rose did as he asked, trying to cover her modesty. Ronald picked up the garments.
"Now, tell your mother to get you some sports underwear!" Ronald left a sobbing Rose in her room, she scrambled to her feet as he left, cleaning her face, donning her PJs.
Ronald felt aggravated as he slumped down in his room, still clutching Rose's cotton and lace undies and bra. Her knickers where moist, he held them to his face, his sweet girl, she was a woman, she smelled so fucking nice. He couldn't have her, but he would make damn sure no one would in the foreseeable future. He pocketed her knickers burning her bra in the fireplace.
He sat on his knees in front of the bedroom door, awaiting Hermione's arrival. He would let her punish him, she wouldn't be aware of what he had done. His Dominant wife liked to put him in his place, his reward would be fucking her. He would think of Rose as he was punished. He had done a bad thing, slapping his little girl.
He would have to make sure she didn't stray in the future.

He turned up at Rose’s first Quidditch match of the season, her team had beaten Ravenclaw, and he had asked Professor McGonagall if he could take her to Hogsmeade for a celebratory lunch. The Head Mistress had happily agreed to it. He had apparated Rose to his room at the Three Broomsticks, making sure it was sound proof. He had spanked the hell out of her, showing her he meant business, checking if she wore the right undies, fortunately she had done the correct thing. He'd send her on her way as her behind was a nice shade of red. Making sure she was aware of leaving the Malfoy boy where he belonged, he was a different species, he was upper class she just a Half Breed. He was above her standing.

He had visited her often, making sure she behaved appropriately.
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