A/N: so, as I've been writing, these little snippets of story pop into my head. Some of them are actually kinda good, so I figured I'd write them down, but they're drabbles at best. And they seem to come after I have published the story they fit into. Hence, I have created this 'story' to deposit the drabbles into. They will all fit into "Unconventional Fairytale', and I will note in which chapter they do. As always, constructive criticism is welcome.

J.K. Rowling owns my soul - so anything I make belongs to her too.


Yours Now (part of 'Open and Closure')

Hermione walked down the halls of Hogwarts looking for ways to help restore some order. Outside the great hall she saw Molly Weasley surveying damage to one of the staircases. "Is everything alright, Mrs. Weasley?"

"Oh, Hermione dear. Yes, it will be." The older women scrutinized the young lady before her. "I wanted to thank you."

"Thank me? For?"

Molly reached out to stroke Hermione's cheek, "for looking after my boys. I slept better, knowing you were with them."

She turned pink at the praise, unsure if she deserved it.

"I know it wasn't easy, being boys and all. But if anyone could temper them, it would be you."

"I tried," she stammered.

"You brought them home. I could ask for nothing more. Thank you." Molly embraced Hermione, holding her close.

"I always wanted it to be you," Molly whispered. "Take care of him. His heart is so good, so kind, but that makes it fragile." She pulled back and cupped Hermione's face in her hands, "he's yours now. You'll take care of him?"

Hermione was at a loss for words. She didn't even realize Mrs. Weasley had known she and Ron had finally become 'official'. And here she was, essentially 'giving' her youngest son away. Hermione's' eyes teared up and her throat caught. She was able to choke out, "I will."

Molly's' eyes had not fared much better, "I know you will."

The two women embraced again; family for the first time.