Chocolate Chip Muffins:

Ingredients:

1½ cups/ 220g plain flour

½ cup/ 70g granulated sugar

¼ tsp salt

3 tsp baking powder

160g/ 1 cup chocolate chips

1 egg

200ml/ 1 cup milk

1/3 cup/ 45g butter

Method:

Turn oven to 375 °F/ 190 °C/ Gas Mark 5.

Mix all the dry ingredients and add the chocolate chips.

Combine the rest of the ingredients and mix in: Stir, don't beat.

Bake for 20 minutes.

It was Hermione's idea that I write an autobiography. That's the 3rd version of that sentence that I've attempted and now that I've gotten this far, I don't know what to write about. I'm not a high powered woman, I'm a housewife who cooks too much and is slightly over bearing. I'm not pretty and my CV is appalling.

The things that really matter to me are my family and cooking. Almost every major event in my life has been marked by a recipe. So, rather than writing my autobiography, I think this will be the Weasley cookbook.

This is me. The me that people forget about when they see the apron and the figure. Rereading what I've written, it doesn't sound like me but I suppose that's just the way things are,

I suppose it would make most sense to start with my childhood and move on from there but I'm not going to write this in chronological order. It's not going to have any order actually. It's just recipes and the stories that go with them.

The first thing I want to write about is the making of this book because that's really what began it all. I said I wasn't going to do it chronologically, I know, but I want to start with this.

I stood in the living room of Shell Cottage for a minute or so, immersed in memories. It hadn't changed drastically since Fleur had left and Hermione had moved in but you could see that she was gone. There were touches that showed her reign and gifts from France but the house had changed somehow. I'm not sure how to put it into words, there's just a different feel to the place.

Hearing Hermione and Bill's laughter, I followed the sound into the kitchen where Hermione stood; oven mitts covering her hands, flour in her hair and chocolate on her nose.

Bill was perched on the sideboard, his legs swinging, half a muffin in his hand. Seeing his mother he swallowed something and grinned impishly at me. Evidently he was aware of why I had been invited but wasn't telling. He jumped of the sideboard and stuffed the muffin into his mouth before giving me a hug.

Hermione beamed at me before coming and hugging me tightly. Before she opened her mouth to explain why she'd invited me over, Bill spoke.

"It was nice seeing you Mum but I've go to go and meet Charlie, I said I'd help him move into the Wales reserve so I'll leave you two to it." He grinned at us both and disapparated with the expected crack.

Hermione's eyes remained on the spot he had vacated for a few seconds before she turned back to me and put her hand on my elbow. Hermione smiled at me without a word for a while, listening to my chatter.

We sat in the kitchen at the table and looked around ourselves, each of us dwelling on private trains of thought until Hermione broke the silence.

"Have a muffin; they're quite good according to your son, nasty muffin thief. They're just out of the oven," She continued, pulling off the oven mitts. "How are you? I've had an idea." The last sentence burst out of Hermione's mouth as she let go of her surprise. I gave a small smile, used to Hermione.

"I think you ought to write an autobiography."

And so this book began. Hermione didn't bother explaining herself to me, just took another muffin while I sat in shock. Goodness knows how she came up with the idea.

"Oh." I frowned slightly, sure it would work considering the fact that Hermione had thought of it but unsure whether she really wanted to write a book. "Well then."

We sat in silence until I came to my conclusion, absent-mindedly eating muffins.

"Are you sure people will read it?" I know I looked worried and Hermione hastened to reassure me.

"Positive. I know you can do this Molly." The young woman leant forward, her face eager.

"It's not like I have anything else to do…" I murmured more to myself than Hermione.

Not that it stopped Hermione squeezing the life out of me.

An. I know it's really short but I'll try and do a longer one next time. Please review for me and Molly! Oh and I don't own Molly or the recipe. But I'm not sure where the recipe came from.