Chapter 4: Facing Molly Weasley and vulgarities

Chapter summary: Hermione and Bill return to the Burrow to get ready for Egypt. Mrs Weasley demands an explanation as to why they were going to Egypt together, and why the two pairs of couples have broken up.

Hermione stayed awake for the rest of the night. Usually, she dreaded the night, and longed for dawn to come. Now, she dreaded both the morning and the night.

As soon as Bill was awake, they would have to leave for the Burrow, and face Mrs Weasley.

Time seemed to fly, and before she knew it, dawn brought the first rays of the morning sun.

Bill awoke, and gave a yawn, "Morning, Hermione…are you ready to go back to the Burrow?"

She was dreading that question, but she had to answer it. She nodded, regretfully.

She adjusted her robes, to make them look presentable, and set off with Bill to the Burrow.

Mrs Weasley looked relieved when she saw Bill and Hermione. "Bill! I was worried sick! Why did you spend your night outside, when you have your warm bed at home?"

Her eyes drifted from Bill to Hermione, and her expression became suspicious.

Bill said, "Yes, mum. Your suspicions are correct. I was with her the entire night, but I assure you we didn't do anything…wrong. Hermione and I are leaving England for Egypt, so we're here to pack our stuff, and at the same time…bid farewell."

Mrs Weasley's eyes flashed dangerously, "Bill! What is the meaning of this? You left poor Fleur alone in bed yesterday night and Ron had to comfort her! And you too, Hermione! What is the meaning of this? You're both going to be engaged soon! Why can't both of you act like your age? I don't care. You're going to stay here, and you're not going anywhere! I mean it, Bill!"

That was the last straw for him. "Yeah right, mum. Is that all your entire mind can think about? Why the damn bloody hell must I pamper Fleur like a bloody princess? I have been kicked out of my OWN room at least a hundred times since she moved here, and for some unknown stupid reason, and you expect me to shower her with kisses? Dream on, man!"

Mrs Weasley looked at him, anger filling her already red face. Hermione tried to silence Bill with a look, but he ignored her.

"And what's more, I caught them both in MY bed, fucking. What am I supposed to be doing about that NOW, I ask you, mum? The fucking couple was in my bed, fucking," Bill said, unable to conceal his tears.

He continued, "Hermione was also being abused by Ron all this time! Why did you have to open your fucking mouth and talk about the fucking unimportant engagement?"

At that point, Hermione shouted, "Bill! Shut up, just SHUT up!"

She was flushing, and her unshed tears were burning in her eyes.

Mrs Weasley was clearly hurt by what he said.

"So to you, I'm just a meddlesome person that is not needed huh?"

"Don't be ridiculous, mum," Bill said.

Without talking, without any explanation needed, the mother and son pulled in for a hug.

"What's happening downstairs, mum?" Ron's voice came from the room above.

The three turned their heads to the direction of the stairs. "Quick, Hermione. You had better start packing now," Bill said, with a tone of urgency in his voice.

He gave Molly a kiss before he went into his room, where Fleur and Ron were.

"Hello Bill. I zee you're back…early," Fleur said stiffly. Sure enough, there was an apologetic tone in her voice. For a moment, he wanted to forget all that he had seen, and pretend that nothing had happened.

His expression was halfway softening as he looked at her in the eye, when Ron had to step out of the bathroom and announce his presence to him.

Ron was dressed in a bathrobe, and he acknowledged Bill's presence with a cold stare.

"So…had fun with making out with Hermione? But of course…you must be suffering away, knowing that Fleur was with me here… but then again, I offered you the choice of a threesome."

Every word Ron said was like a pierce in his heart. How could Ron be so cruel to him?

Gritting his teeth, so as to not give his feelings away, he continued to pack his things.

"Vhere are you going? Bill, are you leaving?" Fleur asked, her tone was panicky.

Bill grunted, but did not look up at her.

Fleur leapt out of the bed, and wrapped her hands around his waist, her front facing his back.

He stopped in his packing. He wanted so much to keep her there, and hold her tight.

He could feel her hardened nipples through his shirt, and it made him slightly aroused.

However, he took her arms and tried to free them from her waist, but she clung onto him tighter.

She was sobbing, and she said in a soft voice, with the perfect English he had thought her over the years, "Don't leave me here…I need you…"

God, his heart ached. Careful to not let his tears fall, he said, "Then why did you do it in the first place?"

It was not a demand to know. It was not an order to know. It was a request to know, and he said it with utmost gentleness.

She could not answer him. All she could do was sob.

Taking that as a cue for him to leave, he picked up his trunk and left.

He closed the door behind him, and went down the stairs. Mrs Weasley and Hermione were waiting for him.

He was careful not to let his tears flow. He did not want to worry Mrs Weasley.

"Mum, I'm leaving now. Don't worry, I'll be fine." He gave her a kiss, and a hug.

"I'll write as soon as I reach there. Tell Dad not to worry." He gave a final smile before he left.