Usually Sunday's at the burrow were a lively affair and today was no exception. The entire Weasley clan, except for Fred and Charlie, were here for their weekly brunch. After the war, Molly was devastated on losing Fred and she couldn't bear the thought of being away from her children for too long. What started as a weekly brunch to help Molly cope soon turned into a regular routine and now a tradition. In the kitchen, Molly was preparing food with the help of Ginny, Fleur and Angelina Johnson. The men, on the other hand, were gathered around the fireplace with warm beverages (some cases beer) and were laughing their heads off at a story from George. Molly, shaking her head at her mischievous son, averted her gaze to her youngest child.
"Ginny, where's Harry? I know that he's an auror, but surely he can't have work on a Sunday. Do you know what's keeping him", she asked with a frown.
Ginny looked up and shook her head. "I wish I knew where he was. Honestly, I don't know what's gotten into him. He was fine a couple days and suddenly he started working late. He even cancelled our plans for yesterday, saying that it was urgent and just left", Ginny replied glumly.
"Ooo, trouble in paradise" George said, who had long abandoned his storytelling to eavesdrop.
Before the pair could start bickering, Molly hastily reassured her daughter that everything was fine and Harry was probably dealing with some rogue Death Eaters.
"Still, it took me months to get that reservation", Ginny muttered glumly while peeling her potatoes. Sensing her daughter's mood, Molly changed the topic to the new fashion line that was launched. Soon, Angelina and Fleur joined in and there was a full on debate about which outfit was the best.
Rolling his eyes at the females, George joined Ron and Bill which in his opinion was better than complaining about the ministry with Percy and Arthur. No offence to either of them, tho. *sniggers* He, soon realized, that his little brother was getting relationship advice from good ol' Bill.
"Maybe go on a picnic or have a nice dinner at some restaurant", Bill suggested at a blank looking Ron.
"I guess. But do I call this a date or like ask her to be my girlfriend and then suggest this", Ron rambled on.
At this point, George couldn't contain his laughter.
"Cut it out, George", Bill said with an amused smile while Ron was still looking blankly between the two of them.
"I don't understand", Ron replied looking embarrassed.
"What I don't understand is that why the hell do you need any more confirmation that Lavender is your girlfriend and has been for almost a year", said George while gasping for air.
"We are not dating", replied Ron who was now a full shade of red.
"Both of you have been shagging for a long time. She comes to your games. You hold hands in public. Go to events. Both of you have been acting like a couple for months. The press knows it. Everyone except the two of you. Genius people", George said smugly. "One more thing. Right now, I can't tell which one is redder: your hair or your face", he added which caused Bill to laugh.
"Uh umm yeah *coughs* Ginny, do you know when Harry might come?" Ron asked, trying very hard not to yell at his brothers. Maybe Harry could give him some brotherly advice. Asking Bill or George was not helpful at the least.
"No clue", replied his sister and returned to her talk about fashion.
Right on cue, the front door burst open and a disheveled looking Harry stepped inside. The members of the household were about to give him a warm welcome and a lecture from Molly about timing, but stopped mid way and took Harry's appearance in. His hair was sticking out wildly and he looked like he didn't get a proper sleep in days.
"Harry dear, you look awful. Come sit. Have you eaten yet? We were just about to set the table", Molly urged the boy.
Harry didn't move from his spot and just stared at them with wide eyes.
"Harry. I think-", Ginny started.
"She's back", Harry whispered.
"Mate, try speaking louder. Some of us only have one ear", George replied, hoping to maybe lighten up the atmosphere.
"She's back", Harry said louder and stared at them.
"Who's back?" Ron replied, still trying to figure out what his best friend was talking about.
"That girl at the pub whose ass he was staring at", George said while sipping his beer and ignored the looks he got from the others, mainly his mom and sister.
"Harry-" Ginny tried again.
"Hermione is back"
