Molly Weasley scoops another spoonful of mashed potato onto Hermione's plate. "You need to eat dear, there's nothing of you." Hermione smiles politely, as she pours thick gravy over the mound of potato, "I honestly do eat Mrs Weasley, it's just my new job keeps me extremely busy." Ginny begins to laugh "I'll say it keeps you busy... I don't know how you manage to keep up with your demanding schedule." Hermione shoots a sharp look at her red headed best friend, who ducks her head back to her plate. Molly sits herself back down at the table, tucking into her lunch. "I don't understand why it is you didn't take a job here at the ministry dear, they're ever so hard to come by. Instead you chose to take a job in a muggle bar." She sniffs as though the choice of employment really wasn't something she would wish upon anyone.
Hermione shoots Ginny another look for starting her mother on this topic again, it had become the reason Hermione spent very little time at the burrow anymore. Taking a deep breath she started on what was now becoming a well rehearsed answer, "Mrs Weasley I'm only doing it until I finish my course with the university in France. It pays much better than anything else I could be doing and it allows me the spare hours I need to do my study. If I had been able to afford to study full time I would be over in France completing it, however since I can't afford to do so, the next best thing for me was to do it by correspondence." Luna smiles at her serenely before launching into a loud conversation with Fleur who was seated next to her. Hermione shoots her a grateful smile as Mrs Weasley turns her questioning to Luna instead.
Charlie stops in the shade of an apple tree, his gaze following the movement down at the lake. He smiles as Ginny and Luna move to dunk Hermione as she throws a beach ball to Fleur. Fleur catches the ball, moving with it towards a hoop set up at the water's edge, her shot flies past the hoop, rolling onto the grassy bank. Charlie's breath hitches as he watches Hermione haul herself out of the water, muscles rippling as the water runs off her skimpy blue bikini. She scoops the ball up laughing as Mrs Weasley comes into view carrying a tray of lemonade. Her shocked voice rings through the afternoon air "Hermione Granger, is that a tattoo?" Charlie cranes his neck trying to see as he is joined by Bill, George, Harry and Ron. "Did you know Hermione has a tattoo?" he asks Ron, as Bill lets out a whistle next to him "Wow look at 'Mione, when did she get so hot? whoa what do you mean a tattoo?" Bill cranes his neck past his brother trying to catch a glimpse. Ron shrugs his shoulders shaking his head. Charlie tears his eyes away from her long enough to answer "I don't know, I just heard mum telling her off for having one…" he stops as George takes off down the hill his voice carrying back to them "Hermione my darling show me your tattoo."
Ron and Harry start to laugh as an angry Molly Weasley points her wand at him in warning "Oh no you don't George. You boys can get yourself up to the house for your lunch. What and where Hermione has decided to disfigure herself with is absolutely none of your business." George makes his way back up the hill slowly "Hmm well that's that till later. Let's eat!" Laughing they make their way back to the house.
Hermione stops in the kitchen doorway at the burrow, as two pairs of eyes fall on to her. "Ugh hi guys" she steps forward to pour a glass of wine from the bottle next to Charlie. George pulls the bottle out of her reach. "Mione, Mione, Mione. Whenever were you going to tell us you had a tattoo?" he asks as Hermione takes Charlie's glass from his hand, she takes a sip of the wine before handing it back to him, shrugging her shoulders at George. "It never seemed a big deal, I got it not long after the battle. I generally put a glamour on it when around your mother, I must have forgotten this time." She settles onto a chair pulling her bare feet up in front of her. She proceeds to twirl her hair around her wand, steaming it into ringlets before letting them fall back around her shoulders. She looks up innocently as Charlie and George continue to stare at her.
Charlie raises his eye brows at her a smile playing on his lips. "Oh fine, but only one look." She huffs, putting her wand on the table as she turns around, she pulls her top up and pulls the back of her skirt down, exposing her creamy white flesh adorned with a lion. A whistle breaks the silence of the kitchen as Bill walks in the door "Nice tatt there Hermione." He sits down as she turns around dropping her shirt back down in the process. Her cheeks flame red as she hurries to pick up her wand. "I had better go get dressed. Wouldn't want to be late for Ginny's hens night." Bill shakes his head as they hear her running up the stairs. "Does anyone get the feeling that Hermione isn't very comfortable around us?" he asks pouring a glass of wine.