Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

AN: This is a series of one-shots I've been working on. I know some of these will make Ron sound like the bad guy, but I don't mean for it to come off that way. I just think he has a lot of growing up to do in regards to his jealousy, but I hope you like them all the same. Please don't forget to review.

Chapter 1: Mrs. Weasley

I've seen their friendship steadily grow into something so much more, but they've remained oblivious to these changes. I can say without a doubt that I'm happy about this. I don't want them to get together.

If Harry and Hermione find out they're in love, my children will suffer and as a mother, I can't allow that.

So I worked through the years to push Harry to Ginny and Hermione to Ron and to my great surprise, it worked. I could see how much Hermione was starting to fancy Ron and Harry finally asked my Ginny out. When my little girl owled me the good news I couldn't be happier and I knew that everything would turn out for the better. That things were finally going as planned.

What I didn't expect was for the affection between Harry and Hermione to grow even stronger. It was as if my children were just passing fancies, but I couldn't remain mad at them for that.

If my children could accept their relationship who am I to complain.

I could try as hard as I could to keep Harry and Hermione from realizing their true feelings, but that would only help so much. Sooner or later I wouldn't be able to influence them anymore. They'll no longer be children. They'll be adults, ready to make their own decisions.

It happened too fast.

I knew that things changed indefinitely after the three of them came back from their secret mission. I had heard rumors that my son had deserted Harry and Hermione for a short period of time and even though Harry and Hermione never spoke a word against him. I could see that his betrayal had cut them deep and I believe that's when everything changed.

When the war against Voldemort finally ended I was happy to see Harry go back to Ginny and my son finally ask Hermione out. It was only the next morning that I realized that they wouldn't last. That no matter what my children did, they would never be enough.

An it was by no fault of anyone.

There was just something that drew Harry and Hermione towards one another. Something that couldn't be explained.

When I woke the next morning I passed through my living room to see two figures lying in front of my fireplace. Immediately, I thought Harry and Ginny had snuck down for a bit of alone time. An I was going to quietly reprimand their teenage hormones, but I froze by what I saw.

Neither of my children were asleep on the floor, it was Harry and Hermione. They were not doing anything inappropriate, they weren't even touching, but for some reason it looked too intimate. An I wanted to break them apart. The way they slept indicated that they had been curled toward one another when they were awake. As if they stayed up talking and laughing, just enjoying one another's company. Such an innocent act, but as it occurred in the dead of the night it meant so much more.

I hurried from the room as quietly as I could and stomped loudly down the stairs. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't what occurred. By the time I made it back down they had sat up and smiled lazily at one another before they turned to me and smiled with a whispered good morning.

A part of me wanted them to spring apart, as if guilty. If only so I could allow myself to be upset at them, but I couldn't. They acted as if what they were doing was perfectly innocent.

An so it continued throughout the month that they stayed with me.

Only a few days later something else happened. My children were huddled together debating about Quidditch and I saw Harry approach Hermione and ask if she wanted to go for a walk. She smiled up at him and took his extended hand and just before they stepped out. Each turned around and told their respective partners they were going out.

Ron didn't even glance up, but he mumbled something unintelligible. I could tell from the frown on Hermione's face she was hoping for something more telling of his feelings, but my Ron's never been like that. Ginny glanced up at Harry and her brows creased in confusion before she nodded with a deep sigh.

"Ginny?" I had called.

An she looked up at me, "yes, mum."

"Can I see you in the other room, please?" She nodded and followed me out of the room quickly.

"What did want, mum?" She asked curiously.

I wasn't sure if I should say anything, considering it wasn't my business, but I've never been one to mind my own business. Especially when it had to do with my children. "What was that, in the kitchen? You seemed… unsure."

"It's Harry. He's not himself these days and I want to help him, but I can't. I know only Hermione can help him these days. She's always been able to read him so easily. Can't you see?" She pleaded. "Even Ron can't help him now. Something happened between them, but none of them are talking."

I was shocked, it was as if Ginny knew that she wasn't enough, but she didn't really. All she knew for sure was that Harry needed Hermione, she didn't seem to understand that he didn't need her. That as his girlfriend, Ginny should be all he needs to get through this.

"I'm sure its nothing to worry about." I tried to ease her mind as best I could.

She didn't look as if she believed me, but she nodded anyways.

I don't even believe myself. I cant expect her to.

All I know is that Harry and Hermione will happen eventually. Unfortunately, it will come at the cost of my children's happiness. I can only hope that by then they will have come realize what has been right in front of them all along, before its too late.

The End