So, here is another short story, but in chapters - I am a little slow translating the stuff. Therefore it's parted, but I think it's not that bad, so there is something to wait for... or not.

Well, this is about Ron and Hermione, but mostly from Molly Weasleys POV. So... read and enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Again, it's not mine.

"AS IF YOU WOULD KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS...!"

"BUT YOU KNOW, DON'T YOU MISS KNOW-IT-ALL?"

"ARGH, LEAVE ME ALONE."

Then you could hear someone storm up the stairs, followed by a loud door slam.

At least that was, what Mrs. Weasley could hear. While rolling her eyes, she sighed softly.

Just a few minutes ago, everything seemed to be normal. Ron, her son and Hermione his best friend were sitting together in the living room, mostly chatting.

A scenario which wasn't new. They talked, even laughed together, but eventually the mood changed abruptly and the conversation ended in a big fight. Instead of talking, they

shouted, until one of them ran away. Then, usually they weren't talking for a few hours if not days, until they were just friends again, as before.

Mrs. Weasley watched the whole thing with mixed feelings. Since the first meeting with Hermione, she felt something special about that girl with the bushy hair, especially in

dealing with Ron.

When she and her husband Arthur had picked up their youngest son from the Kings Cross station after the first year at Hogwarts, they were introduced to his friends. To the

famous Harry Potter and this small, sweet, but also more mature-looking young lady Hermione Granger. That Ron would become friends with a girl, was somehow new to them. He

had a very good relationship with his younger sister Ginny, and yet ... From then on, Mrs. Weasley had an eye on Hermione, as it probably does every mother who is afraid of

losing her son to another woman. But there was no such indication, after all, they were children. Nevertheless, it was clear to her that Hermione would play an important role.

And her feeling was right. Now, five years after their first meeting, said Hermione sat in the next room. She had become a close friend of Ron and an integral part of the family.

Since Hermione's parents were muggles, but a large part of her life took place in the wizarding world, Hermione visited more often the Weasleys. Mostly in the summer, sometimes

also at Christmas.

So Molly Weasley had plenty of opportunities to get a clear picture of her son and his friend. As the years passed by, the behavior of the two adolescent teenagers had changed.

They fought constantly, because of unimportant things. This only showed that they were different characters, so far, so good. But their disputes were often very offensive.

Nevertheless, they forgave each other very quickly til the next fight.

It could be confusing, but Molly Weasley knew what this whole thing was about. They could only argue with eachother so intense and then forgive again immediately, because

they had brought their friendship to a new level a long time ago - unconsciously. Being best friends was long gone, they were more than that, but nothing definite. Noticing those

confusing feelings, but not knowing what to do with them, let them fight all the time.

Shaking her head, Molly Weasley stood in her kitchen, from where she had heard the last confrontation.

"When will they finally get it?", she thought. Probably everyone on earth had noticed the connection between them, everyone except themselves.

Actually she never wanted to interfere, rather her husband had forbidden her. They should have the chance to figure it out by themselves, which was true. But now she was

looking through the open door to the living room and seeing Hermione so alone and depressed, she decided to help at least a little.

Soooooo...? What do you think, interested in more...? I hope so. See you! Quen