Hey so i will probably not be updating tomorrow night this is the last pre-written chap i have and im running on 20 minutes sleep in the last 36 hours so you're lucky to be getting this haha. I am hoping to update the day after though. fingers crossed. With any luck Faith can come home tomorrow.
Any who, enjoy, let me know what you think. I own nothing
Hermione had barely lifted a sandwich to her mouth when the twins bore down on her, Ron and Harry were in the den playing wizards chess and Ginny was sitting across from Hermione plucking at her Clean Sweep. Hermione hesitated and looked up at the identical red-head males and lifted a curious eyebrow.
"Yes?" Hermione prompted when neither spoke up but continued to stare.
"What are your intentions with out mother?" Fred asked seriously and Hermione smirked.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Hermione dead-panned and lifted her sandwich to her mouth again.
"You're kidding right?" George asked and Hermione noticed the three present red-heads wore shocked expressions.
"Yes i'm kidding you bloody gits. My intentions with your mother is to be here for her as she sees fit. Before you idiots jump to conclusions I will tell you what I told Ron. Your mum has just been asked for a divorce. She isn't getting intimate with anyone for a while yet. Least of all me." Hermione huffed rolling her eyes before going back to her sandwich as if that was the end of it. It wasn't
It took them a little while and thankfully they had stopped inheriting the brunette about their mother but that didn't mean they were done. A subject change was apparently in order as the twins decided they need to know about Hermione's sexuality. Hermione narrowed her eyes as if sensing the new conversation topic but she remained silent.
"So..." George started as the twins were now seated, one either side of Hermione, George was to her left.
"You're gay?" Fred finished a smile on his face.
"Apparently." Hermione's tone was flat, she really hadn't intended to come out today.
"How do you know?" Fred wondered aloud.
"Because I'd rather date Ginny than either of you." Ginny looked up at that and grinned blowing Hermione a playful kiss before going back to trimming her broom.
"Wait, so you've got the hots for my sister?" George asked frowning and both young women frowned.
"No bloody git, Hermione doesn't have the hots for anyone. Yes she is a lesbian, no she isn't seeing anyone and no she doesn't want in my pants. Why are you interrogating her?" Ginny huffed clearly annoyed with her brothers.
"Curious Ginny. Besides how do you know she doesn't want in your pants?" Fred frowned looking at his sister.
"Because if she wanted in them she probably could have been in them by now. Besides she knows i'm straight and Hermione is my best friend. She doesn't crush on her friends." Ginny shrugged as if it was obvious and went back to her broom again.
"Wait how do you know who she crushes on?" George went on and Hermione was scowling at her sandwich now.
"She doesn't crush on anyone. Its Hermione, she would rather study and then date not try and juggle both." Ginny spoke to the boys as if she was trying to explain something to little children.
"Yeah that's a good point." Fred mumbles scratching his head.
"Wait... you'd shag Hermione?" George blurted at Ginny who just shrugged.
"Hermione is very pretty. I'm not exactly into girls but if I was going to experiment with anyone I would want it to be Mione." Ginny explained lightly going back to her broom. Again.
The twins both sat back at this point and stared at the table clearly deep in thought. Hermione seemed to have lost her appetite, she wasn't the biggest fan of being the centre of attention. Instead of finishing her sandwich she stood up and walked out the back door deciding she needed some fresh air. With a soft sigh she walked along to the chicken coup thinking about going and collecting eggs.
Molly was already in the coup however so Hermione simply moved over to the stone wall surrounding the Burrow and leaned against it letting out a deep breath and looking up to the sky. She was aware of Molly noticing her and moving towards her, part of her was glad of the witch's presence but the logical part that realised she was developing unrequited feelings for her wanted to be anywhere else.
"You alright dear?" Molly moved so she herself was leaning relaxed against the stone wall.
"Yeah. Just needed some air. Gay Hermione seems to be quite the novelty at the moment." Hermione smiled to lessen the harshness of her words but Molly still frowned.
"Ron?" Molly inquires seriously, Hermione shakes her head no.
"The twins. For some reason people think I intend to shack up with you." Hermione let out a small laugh but the amusement was false and Molly could see that.
"Its none of their business even if you did intend it. I'm a grown woman and can do whom and what I please. It bothers me that they suddenly want to question you just because you like women." Molly huffed and glared towards the back door. Hermione wondered for a moment if the older woman was going to storm the house and set all her children to task.
"It doesn't bother me that they think I would want to sleep with you. You're a beautiful woman, who wouldn't? What bothers me is that they seem to think you would do that. Do they simply assume you're some kind of... scarlet woman?" Hermione grumbled scowling.
"Scarlet woman? Oh... oh Merlin." Molly gasped covering her mouth as she looked at Hermione.
"What? No one really thinks that of you I swear!" Hermione immediately regretted her words thinking she had upset the woman before her.
"No of course not but... I... like a git, believed that of you. In fourth year, Rita Skeeter penned you as a scarlet woman I... Oh Merlin Hermione I am so sorry." Molly felt completely ashamed of herself especially now she knew Hermione was a lesbian. What kind of fool could truly believe such things of a barely 15 year old girl?
"Oh..." Hermione stared for a moment before she began to laugh hard.
Molly watched entirely bemused as the young witch laughed heartily at the situation. Though she would have rather not she found that she couldn't help but begin to laugh too. The absurdity was apparent and it only made the situation all the more amusing for both witch's
"Oh Molly... I needed that. Don't apologise for that. Rita could spin a pretty tail I will give her that, though I personally wouldn't believe a word that came from her quick quotes quill after the Tournament." Hermione was still chuckling at she spoke and Molly smiled.
"No I suppose not. I shouldn't have believed her as is. What a fool I was." Molly sighed and shook her head at herself.
"Molly I mean no disrespect but you were a house wife with a little too much time on your hands after the house work was done. I could understand how you would get caught up in the lies. Rita was quite good at taking a few things out of context and making a good scandal. Who doesn't love scandal?" Hermione shrugged, it really was in the past and besides now she had something she could use against Rita.
"Well us housewives do love a good scandal." Molly agreed with a straight face. Hermione regarded the woman for a moment before they both began to laugh.
They were still chuckling when the back door opened and Percy Weasley stepped out into the back yard. He zeroed in on them and marched towards the duo who had calmed quickly and looked at him with trepidation. Percy was known for being blunt and tactless. Molly watched her third eldest son briskly walking towards them and worried for what might happen. To say she was surprised was an understatement.
Percy strode right up to his mother without sparing a glance at the suddenly tense Hermione and without hesitating he threw his arms around the woman that gave him life in a tight hug. Molly's eyes immediately began to water and she quickly returned the hug with her son. Hermione suddenly felt like she was intruding and headed for the house, Molly noticed and wanted to call the young witch back though she couldn't explain why. Molly didn't stop her.
Hermione went back inside and into the den where she picked up a book she had been reading, her sixth year potions book. Settling into the sofa she flipped open the book and began to read ignoring what was going on around her. She didn't get much reading done, she couldn't stop herself from thinking about Molly. She had enjoyed hearing the older woman's laugh, uninhibited as it was a moment ago. She enjoyed Molly's company more than she cared to admit. The woman was no genius but she smart and understood things easily.
The more Hermione thought about it the more she realised she was fast passing the point of no return as far as her crush was concerned. Sighing heavily the brunette tossed the book aside and spread out on the sofa closing her eyes as she relaxed on her back. Hermione Granger, best friend to Ron Weasley and the boy who lived Harry Potter, was developing some serious feelings for Molly Weasley, someone she should have seen as a mother not as a potential romantic partner.
"Merlin's balls, i'm a bloody idiot." Hermione whispered to herself.
She was glad she was alone, her thoughts were a jumble and she was struggling to focus on anything. This morning was good because she had house work and cooking but now as she assumed Molly would probably prefer to cook and the house work was done she had nothing to distract herself with. More and more she found herself having thoughts she had never thought before, well never seriously entertained any way, she was a teenager after all.
Thoughts like how else she could make Molly laugh or how appealing it was watching her walk away, or even wondering what the woman's body was like beneath the thick layers of robes. She couldn't help but smile remembering she would be sharing Molly's bed again that night, perhaps she could find out just how nice Molly's figure really is.
Most shocking to Hermione though was the other ways she could find out what Molly looked like beneath her robes while in a bedroom setting. The warm tingling feeling beginning between her thighs was the first real indicator that she was screwed. The second was the fact she couldn't stop her line of thoughts. Hermione sighed heavily again and brought her hands to her face rubbing her eyes almost as if she could rub the thoughts from her mind.
"Completely inappropriate Granger. No chance." She chastised herself softly.
Hermione was still lying on the sofa trying to control her thoughts when Ginny, Harry and Ron came down from upstairs. They stopped in the den and looked at the frustrated brunette for a moment before Ginny poked her. Slowly Hermione opened her eyes and turned her head to glare at the red-head.
"Where's mum?" Ron inquired looking around. Not ready to apologise apparently.
"She was in the back garden with Percy." Hermione explained lightly only to see the two siblings stiffen.
"Calm down, Hermione wouldn't have left them out there if Percy was here to be a prat." Harry sounded amused the brother and sisters reaction.
"Indeed. He walked right up and hugged her so I left them to it. Its fine." Hermione sat up on the sofa and looked at the grandfather clock across the room.
"I guess. He's been such a prat lately." Ron grumbled and Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Absolutely. How ever he isn't being a prat right now. He loves his mother." Hermione's tone was abrupt as she got to her feet and went into the kitchen.
The others had followed but none of them moved to help her as she started peeling and washing vegetables to start a vegetable stew. The other three sat down and Hermione had to bite her tongue to stop from yelling at them to either help or get out. These people were hopeless. Rolling her eyes she continued on with her work ignoring the conversation the trio behind her had started up.
It was an easy ten minutes later when the back door opened into the kitchen and in walked Molly, who was smiling and talking lightly with her son, and Percy who was also smiling and generally looking happy. Immediately Ron and Ginny's expressions turned dark as they looked up at their older brother. Hermione didn't pause in her chore as she cut the vegetables and put them in a bot to boil.
"Lay off you two. Percy is allowed in this house." Molly immediately went sour which made Hermione scowl to herself. She'd rather the smile.
"Of course mum, but he's such a prat." Ginny stated like it was obvious.
"Ginny that's enough. Percy is here to make sure I am ok which is more than I can say for any of you since all you've done so far is accuse me of cheating on your father with Hermione." Molly was getting upset.
Ron opened his mouth to say something the same moment Hermione turned around and glare at him making him close his mouth without speaking. Percy just seemed confused and Harry was simply staying silent. Ginny looked slightly ashamed as well but when she opened her mouth she ignored Hermione's glare. With difficulty.
"For what its worth. You could do way worse than Hermione." Ginny mumbled softly.
Harry, Ron and Percy all gasped at this comment, Hermione frowned at Ginny and Molly just grinned. How curious.
"I dare so you are right Ginny but its beside the point. Don't be mean to your brother." Molly chastised her daughter though her tone and expression was considerably softer than a moment ago.
"Staying for dinner Percy?" Hermione asked seriously and Percy finally turned his attention to the until now silent witch.
"Oh. Yes please. But can anyone explain why they think you would be good for my mother?" Percy looked like he was so confused it almost hurt.
"Because i'm gay and sharing your mothers bed while she needs me." Hermione just shrugged as she supplied the information and turned back to the pot of now boiling vegetables.
"Oh... well good for you. Ginny is right though mum. You could do way worse than Hermione." Percy was grinning, Hermione could hear it on his voice but her heart skipped a beat when Molly only chuckled.
"Indeed. Let me help Hermione. What are you making?" Molly bustled over to the stove beside the teenager who smiled at her.
"Vegetables stew." Hermione offered before watching the older woman set to work spicing the stew to give it flavour