This is dedicated to doom mongerer. If you read this, know that it was inspired by Little Hands, a cute story.
Marriage is Sometimes Troublesome to Explain
A screech woke everyone up at seven in the morning.
"When did this happen?!"
Everyone, still a bit groggy, rushed down the stairs to find Mrs Weasley holding a letter in her trembling hands. Her face became a furious kind of red, and furious was the right way to describe her right now. She silently gave the letter to her husband and showed him the precise sentences she wanted him to read out loud.
"Err…Right, darling…"How wonderful our wedding was! I almost can't believe I married you! Your idea of eloping isn't bad, but I couldn't possibly do that to your mother, since we already deprived her of planning our wedding, not to mention she also doesn't know we dated in the first place…"Sweet Merlin, Molly, who wrote this?"
"Hermione."
The word said it all. Hermione, apparently, had married one of her boys, as she said in the letter, but unfortunately didn't mention who. So she was reduced to asking each of her sons if they were the one who went behind her back and date the girl and get married and proposed to elope.
So that was why she convoked each of her sons in turn in the kitchen. Hermione had gotten up in the mean time and, after a satisfying shower, had gone down, only to be directed into the living room by the famous Weasley glare coming from the matriarch of the family.
Puzzled, she entered the room where all eyes were suddenly on her. Uncomfortable, she walked to the couch, lifted George's head to sit down and eased it on her lap. She began petting his hair absentmindedly and asked what was wrong.
"Hermione, did you really marry secretly one of my brothers?" asked Ginny seriously, but secretly approving.
Immediately, Hermione crisped her hand and George, now well-awake, let out a pained moan.
"Watch it, 'Mione, that hurt, ya know."
"Sorry…And…yes, Ginny."
She let out a long sigh and said she'd better go and explain everything to Mrs Weasley. The twins, then Ginny, then the rest of the family followed, except Ron who was in the kitchen at the moment, and she felt safe, knowing she at least had the twins on her side. She greatly preferred having them on her side than against her.
Gathering all her courage for the explosion she knew would come, she opened the door.
"You fell for a prankster, dear, didn't you?" asked right away Mrs Weasley.
Hermione didn't bother to lie but winced internally when she saw the reddening face of Ron.
"Yes."
"I had a feeling this might happen. Which one?"
She mentally counted to three and said the words that would activate the bomb that was Molly Weasley, for although she had seemed relatively calm, that revelations would surely create a pandemonium, especially since she would have to convince her that she was sure of her choice and that it was right for her. So she took a deep breath and let the words slip past her lips.
"Both, actually."