Molly's back! And she is continuing to support her children as they find their way through their new adult relationships. These chapters are stand alone stories. They follow on from After the Funeral. It's not necessary to read it first, but might help with understanding my perspective of writing as Molly.
Harry Potter is not mine but wish it was. Thank you to JK for allowing us to borrow and play with these characters.
Ron learns that what he may think as a compliment may actually appear to be an insult.
Calmness reined at the Burrow for a while after the funeral. It felt like we were returning to normality. The only thing that was missing was the bickering between my youngest son and his girlfriend. Until one afternoon when yelling could be heard from high above me as I began to prepare the evening meal.
"For God Sake Hermione! That isn't what I meant at all! And you bloody know that!"
"Well it sounded like it's what you meant Ronald! I mean the words came out of your mouth! Unless you have some amazing book called "What Ron says and What he Actually Means" hidden away somewhere how am I supposed to know?"
"God woman! You are so insufferable! That'd be just be bloody perfect for you wouldn't it? Everything you need to know about me written down in a book? Instead of trying to work it out like normal people do! Not everything is written down in a bloody book you know?"
"Oh so not only do you go comparing to me to Lavender, you don't think I am normal either?"
I stared up the stairs towards the shouting. Had my son really just compared Hermione to Lavender? I know my son could be dense at times, but really!
There was a slamming of a door and Hermione came charging down the stairs.
"Sorry Molly!" She said as she headed to the kitchen door, obviously fighting back the tears.
As Hermione headed outside Ron came down the stairs
"HERMIONE!"
"Sod off Ronald!"
Well, whatever my son had said it had really got to Hermione. I don't think I had ever heard her swear!
Ron stood in the middle of the kitchen as the door slammed shut behind Hermione.
"ARRRGH!" He yelled pulling at his hair with both hands.
I looked at my son who was very red in the face
"Bloody Hell Mum! What am I supposed to have done now?"
I sighed "I don't know Ron, unless you tell me what comment you made to make Hermione think you were comparing her to Lavender"
Ron slumped into a chair at the kitchen table
"All I did was comment on a top she was wearing"
I raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yeah. I just said that Lavender had a top similar to it, but she, er, filled it out a bit more" Ron placed his hands in a cupping action in front of his chest.
"Oh Dear Lord Ron! Did that book your brothers gave you last year for your birthday not teach you anything?"
Ron looked rather shocked
"You know about the book?"
"Yes Ron, I do."
"OH!"
"Yes and you obviously skipped the chapter on paying compliments!"
"I was paying Hermione a compliment!"
"Really? How do you think Hermione is feeling knowing you think that Lavender filled out that top better than she did?"
"But that's not what I meant! I meant she made that top looked beautiful! Why would she think I'd prefer the way Lavender used to hang out of it?"
"But," I said, sitting down at the table and covering my youngest son's hands with my own "That's exactly what it sounded like"
"OH! ... Really?" Ron asked. I nodded my head "It's not what I meant Mum. I tell her all the time she's perfect and I am so lucky she's decided to be with me."
"Well, I think maybe you should be reminding her of this right now ?"
"I was trying to until she ran off!"
"Calling her insufferable was telling her that she's perfect is it?"
Ron looked at me dumbfounded.
"Did I really say that?"
"Yes Ron you did. Now that you are an adult having an adult relationship with Hermione, it's about time you started thinking about engaging your brain before opening your mouth and putting your foot in it."
"Oh bollocks!" He said putting his head in his hands "I need to apologise properly but I don't even have a clue where she might be... "A look of fear crossed over his face "She could have apparated off somewhere and I wouldn't have a clue"
"Well I suggest you go and find her "Ron jumped to his feet "I don't think she's apparated- ... Maybe try down by the lake"
"Yeah. That sounds like a good place to look" Ron headed out of the door.
"And Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"Think about engaging your brain before opening your mouth in future?" He gave me a sheepish smile as he headed out the door.
HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPH
Hermione came back into the kitchen a few minutes later. It didn't appear that Ron had managed to calm her down at all. She slumped into the chair Ron had just left
.
"Molly, I know he's your son! But really Ron really hasn't got a clue!"
"He told me what he had said to you and that he hadn't meant it in that way. I did talk to him about how he needs to start acting like an adult if he's in an adult relationship" I sighed "So what has my daft son said now?"
Hermione looked a bit sheepish at this.
"Well actually I didn't give him a chance to talk" She looked down at her hands
"So where is he?" I asked beginning to feel a little concerned as to my son's whereabouts "You haven't hexed him into next week, have you?"
"Urm ... No" Hermione hesitantly.
"So where is he Hermione?"
"Well, I was down at the lake and Ron came up and tried to apologise and I, er, I may have acted in a not so adult way ..."
As she talked the kitchen door opened and in walked a dripping wet Ron.
"Th th th thanks for that Hermione!" He shivered. I gasped, as my son made puddles on the kitchen floor. I grabbed a towel off the laundry pile sat on the kitchen table and threw it to him.
"I pushed him in the lake!" Hermione shouted.
"See how grown up you two can be?" I laughed at the spectacle before me. Then turning on a motherly tone I said "I think maybe an apology is in order?"
"Sorry!" Both Hermione and Ron said at the same time, then looked at each other and laughed.
"Well" said Hermione "I guess that was our first argument as a couple then."
"Yeah," said Ron "I am sorry Hermione, all I meant was, you look far better in that top than Lavender ever could. You are perfect to me. Maybe I should have said that rather than saying she had bigger knoc..."
"OK Ron!" Hermione said, jumping up and heading towards him. "I think we get the point"
"Do you?" Said Ron with a mischievous grin appearing across his face as he grabbed his girlfriend's wrists and pulled her into a wet and cold hug.
"Kids!" I laughed as Hermione squealed at Ron's' attempts to share as much of the lake water still coating him with her as possible.
AN Thank you to Valkyriexx for being a fab daughter, for getting me into fanfic and Betaing for me-please R&R as her stories are getting LOADS of reviews and I can't be outdone!
