Okay yes, this chapter AGAIN, but skip all the old stuff to near the end and it's a different ending or rather not ending, it's all up to you as readers.


In the days leading up to their return to Hogwarts, the Burrow had lost all cheer that it had previously invested in and was riddled with building tension.

Harry saw it much like a creature, as if it was slowly possessing all of them until they would end up killing one another.

Molly Weasley being the stirrer of such an atmosphere and the catalyst to later events, she was blind to the trouble she was causing.

Ron and Molly had been clashing heads ever since boxing day. Molly wanted her son to stay at home and not return to Hogwarts until she was assured some how, Ron would be rid of the Lycanthropy.

Lupin had tried to talk her down, upon receiving a desperate letter from Ron. He arrived a day after New year and tried to calm Molly's motives, but it was to no avail. Molly then took it out on Arthur one night, wildly shouting that he should have been with Ron Christmas eve.

Ginny, Harry and Hermione, along with the other inhabitants of the Burrow that Christmas had tried to stay away from the topic and Molly for that matter. The woman would corner anyone of them and try to get them to convince Ron to stay put. Hermione had been a victim of this manipulation four times over the course of three days, Molly ranted to her about Ron liking her and he would see sense if she explained her reasons.

This however just made matters worse.

Ginny, upon hearing the news that Ron was indeed infatuated with Hermione began to size up to her brother whenever the bookworm was concerned. Baffled with his siblings behaviour, Ron started to suspect Ginny was, like himself, after Hermione. This only came to him after Harry had mentioned Ginny had spent one afternoon with Hermione reading Jane Austin.

Sat in Ron's room, after discussing the matter in scarce detail, Ron broke away from just grunting in idle response.

Fred and George lingered around, but were too caught up in the production of their newest batch of products to really listen to gossip.

"What? You think-" Ron sat up quickly, his whole body jerked forward. The bed creaked with the loss of weight.

"What?" Harry recoiled back at Ron's sudden outburst.

"That Ginny, you know-" Ron grimaced and whispered. "Likes Hermione?" he soon looked green in complexion.

"I dunno mate" Harry had his suspicions, he just didn't want to go and make accusations. "They were only reading Jane Austin"

Ron was soon frantic. "A girl book"

"Yes?"

"They're girls, reading a girl book-"
"Ron" Harry shook his head. Ron screwed up his face, he contorted his features either in confusion or thought. To Harry, both expressions looked similar. "It's just Jane Austin"

"Exactly, no, wait..." Ron sunk back down to the bed and pouted.

"Ron. Shut up" Harry chuckled and continued to decide his move whilst playing Wizard Chess without much success.

Just down stairs, Ginny and Hermione resided, away from the boy's talk.

"I still don't get it" Ginny sighed as she kneaded Hermione's bare feet as the bookworm's legs lay upon her lap.

Sat on the sofa, they claimed it as their territory.

"Get what?" Hermione peered up from Blood Brothers: My Life Amongst the Vampires.

"Muggle literature, it's all well-"

"Muggle" Hermione smirked and flicked another page. Ginny rubbed the ball of Hermione's left foot and smiled as the bookworm made a small hum of content.

"How is it?"

"The book?" Hermione raised her eyes once more from the page she'd been trying to read.

"No, the weather in Limpopo" Ginny pinched Hermione's little toe and made her squirm. "Yeah, the book"

"It's a brilliant, it's so, graphic" Hermione recovered, with a clumsy smile.

The corners of Ginny's mouth twitched into a sexy smirk, her eyes were glowing with intrigue, her left eyebrow arched as if to say 'oh really?'.

"As in gore"
"Gore can be sexy" Ginny walked her fingers across the top of Hermione's foot and circled the bone of her ankle.

"Only if you're a Vampire or-"

"Werewolf" Ginny smirked but the word was like a trigger. Molly Weasley strode past and snapped.

"Don't use that word in this house"

Hermione straightened her back and removed her legs from Ginny's lap, to avoid speculation.

"Merlin it's like I'm saying Voldemort or something"

" Ginevra, you'll stop using such language" Molly jabbed at finger at her daughter.

"It's names Mum" Ginny huffed.

"It's crass"

"It's stupid" Ginny snapped back, irritated of how her Mother could be so stern.

Hermione winced as Molly turned sharply, she tried to focus upon her book to try and get out of the argument.

"Don't you talk back to me Ginevra Molly Weasley" Molly's eyes soon grew large and watery, her voice cracked under the pressure of keeping a thunderous expression.

Arthur skidded in at that point, grasping his wife by the shoulders.

"Molly, calm down"

Everyone in the room, soon including Arthur knew that was a bad move.

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down Arthur!"

Harry and Ron hung near the stairs, as they had made there way down seconds before. They watched with morbid fascination as Molly slowly came undone. Ron soon realised, a bacon sandwich was out of the question.

Ginny motioned for herself and Hermione to make a swift exit.

As they did, Molly slapped Arthur on the shoulder and marched into the kitchen.

Ron craned his neck, maybe the bacon sandwich was still a possibility. With the clatter of pans then a frustrated growl, Ron finally decided he wanted his head more than a sandwich.

"Molly! The ministry haven't written back... although Dumbledore has written to say Ron will be closely watched"

Ron's stomach lurched, but then something flashed across his mind.

For once in his life, the spotlight was on him, however negative the reason.

"She has to make a show" Ron rolled his eyes and headed up stairs, Harry was quick to follow. Ginny and Hermione caught up with them in Ron's room.


Fred and George were put out to be intruded upon while they were making new sweets, one going by the name of Humming Honeydukes. Alas, they let the four sit down at take refuge from Molly.

"She's gone bloody mental" Ron sighed and sat on his bed, his face was notably thinner than it had been previously.

Harry picked at the rubber rim on his shoe and nodded in sympathy. The chess game was discarded with ease.

"Your Mum only wants what's best for you Ron" Hermione hugged her book to her chest she was sat at the foot of his bed, Ginny was sat to her left.

"So you're actually agreeing with her?" Ron gawked.

"No" Ginny cut in. "She's just saying she can see where Mum is coming from"

"Who gave you permission to talk for her?"

"Her has a name" Hermione's comment went unnoticed by the pair, Harry had picked up on it and smirked.

"I'm just saying" Ginny defended and Ron rolled his eyes.

"Hermione can speak for herself"
"Yes, I can" Hermione snapped, her voice cut through Ron's blundering attempt to get in her good books. "And I think we should all stop being so fixated on this topic, I'd rather like to plan where you're going to make your monthly transformations"

Her directness cut Ron short and made his face fall with grim realisation.

"Oh cheers" he dead panned. "Isn't that just the same topic?"

"No" Hermione stated. "It's a branch of the topic, it's a more detailed analysis-"

"Yeah, okay, McGonagall" Ginny chuckled and received a sharp glare from the bookworm.
"The shrieking shack" Harry smiled at Ron in attempt to boost his obviously deflated spirits.

"Of course!" Hermione grinned, at this point Fred and George had stopped brewing a nasty yellow coloured potion and focused in on the conversation. "It's a perfect place, you'll be away from trouble"

"And we'll brew Wolfsbane potion for you" Harry added.

"I suppose you'll want me to read Wanderings with Werewolves too?" Ron said bitterly, putting Harry and Hermione out of their attempt of cheering him up.

"No" Harry furrowed his brow, but didn't judge Ron's disgruntlement, taking it into account that it was a sore spot. "We're just trying to help"

"Yeah well, fat lotta chance it actually is" Ron grumbled.

"Moody" Fred and George teased.

"Grab your handbags, this is about to get bitchy" Fred spoke in a camp tone and Ginny tried to stop herself from laughing.

"This cats got claws" George joined in.

Hermione gave the pair a disapproving stare, then nudged Ginny to hinder the girl's laughter.

Ron bristled.

"Yeah, bloody tease me, you know, it's all fine because it's not Harry"

Harry felt like his skin was made of nettles and whirled his head to face him.

"Where did that come from!?" Harry snapped and rose to his feet.

"The golden boy, if you're fine, everyone else must be too" Ron's face started to redden and his jaw set into a moody pout.

"Ronald, stop it!" Hermione warned somewhat in a panic as she saw Harry's fists clench. She was about to tell Harry to calm down but was sharply veered off track by Ron.

"Oh and you!" Ron turned his attention to her with a lethal stare. "I see the way you look at Ginny!"

The twins exchanged stares and knew it was soon going to get ugly.

Ginny narrowed her eyes and covered for Hermione, who sat shocked to silence.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ginny coolly.

"Don't act stupid!" Ron wagged his finger at her. "I know you fancy her!"

Ginny's face flushed a dark pink. It even travelled to her ears and eradicated her freckles like wild fire across her skin. Harry and the twins soon had their attention on the girls, as Hermione too was flushed with mortification.

"Ron, I think you need to step outside" Arthur was soon stood in the door way, his voice low and stern.

The man had heard the argument, admittedly as he'd passed to go to the toilet. Opting that his bladder could wait, he'd intervened smoothly.

"Maybe I don't want to go back to school with these bunch of-"

"Out Ron" Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose and Ron waisted no time in hobbling outside only to be marched down stairs by his Father.

Harry took off his glasses and wiped them on the hem of his shirt before putting them on again, it helped him adjust.

"The cats out of the bag" Fred tapped his nose.

"Oh, piss off" Ginny growled and tucked her knees to her chest. Harry remained in a knowledgeable silence. Ever since he'd given Hermione her book back, for some reason, he'd had the impression it was intended to aid her in the seduction of a woman, not a man.

Maybe it had been the way Hermione had acted when he had said he'd picked it up.

"I don't mind" Harry smiled, but he knew it was like going at a block of ice with a tooth pick, the tension was tangible.

Hermione smiled shyly back upon hearing him. Ginny now had her head resting on her knees, keeping her mouth shut due to irritation.

"Let's just keep it under our hats" Hermione mumbled and peered at Ginny to see if she agreed.

Ginny nodded once and got back to milling the situation over.


A fine misty drizzle fell down in the early hours of the morning, all the snow began to melt into grey sludge.

Hermione had fallen asleep upon the sofa in the Weasley living room, stubbornly warding off anyone who tried to urge her to go to sleep hours before, she was too intent on getting lost in literature than dealing with the prospect of being outed.

Alas, in every stray second when Hermione's attention had dropped from the page, her mind would go to Ginny and where she was dwelling.

Ginny had in fact been held up by Fred and George.

In the smoky company of the twins, Ginny found only a temporary distraction.

Sat on a cluster of boxes, she held contraptions out to her brothers, she had done so for the past two hours.

When the twins muttering subsided, silence hung for a few brief seconds.

"So are you thinking of telling Mum?" Fred turned to his little sister, once they had boxed away another batch of sweets.

All joking was drained from their features.

Ginny tapped a particularly strange cog grinder on the side of her knee and shrugged stiffly, her patience wearing thin.

"Why does she really need to know? It's my love life"

"Your love life is inside her house" George wiggled his eyebrows and tapped the box with the tip of his wand to send it up to sit on a shelf.

"I thought you were going to tell Mum anyway, if me and Hermione, you know-"

"So you two have?" they both blurted.

Ginny rolled her eyes and dashed the grinder into the floor with a loud clank.

"Of course you bloody idiots" her voice held a tremor. Fred was the first to spot it before he cackled. Ginny sunk her shoulders into a defeated slouch.

"I don't know what to do" she whispered and George, who had been chuckling, calmed and scratched the back of his neck.

"Tell Mum"

"But I don't want her to blow up, with Ron and all" Ginny grumbled.

"Mum is Mum" Fred got to making another assortment of sweets. "She blows up at anything, just, tell her"

George recovered the grinder and jutted his head towards the door.

"Get some sleep or go for a walk, we're just here to say stuff, we're not here to tell you what to do sis"

Ginny gave them both a soft smile.

"You two can be wise"

The twins exchanged looks.

"You love us" they chimed.

"Prats" Ginny rolled her eyes with a smirk and made a swift exit.


Warmth prickled Ginny's skin and as she crept past the sofa, the small figure upon it made her seize her movement.

With a bed head of brunette hair and a book hugged to her chest, Ginny cast a prolonged gaze over Hermione.

Hesitant to walk towards her or walk away, Ginny was indeed rooted to the spot.

Hermione's face was illuminated by the glow from the fire, her lips slightly parted and her breathing shallow. Just bellow her top lip, Ginny could just see the white of her two now lesser prominent front teeth, her lashes were heavy and her petite frame welcomed so much more than warmth.

A faint smile crept upon her lips and she peeled off her soaked hoodie (she had been the victim of many exploding water bomb sweets) the heavy material became irritating.

Ginny dropped it absently to the floor and tip-toed to Hermione's side.

Ginny sat upon the floor near the fire, gently so she didn't wake Hermione. Ginny peered softly at the brunette, as much as she wanted to hold the girl, she didn't want to wake her, she didn't want to disturb such a serene slumber. It was as if Hermione was made of fine china and Ginny was a bull, ready to destroy her with an intrusion for simple comfort.

Ginny didn't want to break the moment.

"Night Hermione" Ginny whispered as she knelt upon her knees and planted a soft kiss upon her forehead and stroked a strand of hair from her face. Her touch was feather light. Ginny soon lay upon the floor, on her back, peering up at the beauty above her.

Ginny knew it was a matter of time before Hermione would wake, but she wasn't going to wake up alone, not after the day they had, endured.

Hermione stirred.

The rain stopped abruptly around five that morning, the sudden cut off had made the bookworm wake to streams of sun through the windows.

Still clutching the book, Hermione discarded it on the sofa arm. Disappointment riddled her stomach, she had no idea why she had such a feeling intrude upon her morning. As if on cue, she was soon relived of such thoughts as she saw Ginny curled on the floor asleep.

Why not sleep with her upon the sofa?

Hermione slunk down and kissed the back of Ginny's neck tenderly.

"Gin" she wrapped her arms around the redhead and stroked her fingers up and down the side of her lovers neck.

As if her freckles were a map, Hermione traced them with her finger tip. How she loved those freckles.

Ginny sighed happily in her sleep and Hermione nuzzled her nose near the redhead's ear.

"I love you Gin" Hermione breathed. "I wish I could tell everyone I love you" her words were spoken into the crook of Ginny's neck.

Ginny slowly opened one eye and parted her lips softly, but refused to produce a word.

Hermione kissed the soft skin and nuzzled it over with her nose, she withdrew as footsteps thumped ever nearer to the pair.

Ginny sighed shakily and closed her eyes, she let her muscles relax, she wished she could fade into the floor, forever silent, only to hear those words.

Ginny's wish was soon shattered.

Hermione's voice cut across the room.

"Ron?"

"What are you doing up so early?"

"I could ask you the same question"

Ginny tried to keep as still as she could, but she was betrayed by her sudden urge to urinate.

She cursed under her breath and listened, to zone out on the issue she least expected to irritate her.

Hermione scuffed her feet, but didn't move from the spot.

Ron flattened his sleep worn hair and moved closer, the only thing between the pair was the sofa.

The boy soon looked flustered.

"I'm sorry about the other night" he grumbled. Hermione remained icy. Ron continued. "I never knew you went, that way" his voice shook, with either anger or nerves, Hermione couldn't tell them apart. "I suppose, you like Ginny then"

Hermione took a glance over her shoulder to the still redhead by her feet.

"Yes" Hermione crossed her arms over her chest.

"I can't say anything to change your mind?"

"Ron-" Hermione winced, but he got the message and shrugged.

"I'm here if you, you know, change your mind"

"Thanks Ronald" Hermione rolled her eyes with little emotion towards the statement. Ron then shuffled into the next room, Ginny, by this point was crippled on the floor, her bladder had her paralysed.

Hermione yelped when Ginny leapt to her feet and hobbled from the room.

"You heard-"
"Not now" Ginny staggered up the stairs, leaving Hermione bemused and slightly red in the face.


After breakfast and an hour being quizzed about a Fax machine by Mr Weasley, Hermione retired to Ginny's room, spent.

The bed was on her brain, all she could imagine was collapsing back into it's comfort and into Ginny's scent.

It was all too inviting.

Entering Ginny's room, the musk of the wood and the faint trace of perfume welcomed the brunette.

The mattress made a rusty twang and a spring popped out at the side of her, narrowly missing the Hermione's right thigh as she tried to fulfil her craving.

"Merlin!" Hermione leapt up and surveyed the tragedy that had befallen Ginny's bedroom. The covers were torn to shreds, her mattress had chunks missing and the curtains possessed pin holes in them, as if tiny bullets had been shot through.

Hermione peered around hesitantly, she trod over broken class and spilled books to look at the true scale of the destruction.

The ache in her stomach told her Crookshanks was the culprit.

Hermione's ears pricked up to a low mewl that grew into a growl, the sound made her consider it to belong to a gremlin, not her cat.

Hermione crept over the shards of broken belongings and drew her wand, feeling more than stupid that she was scared of her own pet.

"Crookshanks?" she hissed under her breath, retreating towards the door backwards. Franticly eyeing the room, the second growl confirmed that Crookshanks was roaming upon a high level.

Turning her attention the the roof beams, Hermione suppressed a startled yelp when she became aware that Crookshanks was dangling from the beam above her head.

"Down Crookshanks" Hermione commanded firmly, alas she struggled to keep the quake from her voice. The ginger cat hissed and clawed at her, only to pounce down at her feet and charge towards her. The heavy patter of his paws had Hermione retreating quickly, her mind blank of any spell to harm her beloved pet.

"Petrificus To-"

Hermione stood by the door, only to leap out of the way when it swung open. Crookshanks didn't avoid harm like his owner.

As the door swung open, it was sent like juggernaut into Crookshank's side and propelled him across the floor with a muffled whumph and irritated hiss.

"'Mione" Ginny hoped in brightly, only to be stunned moments later. Crookshanks hit her draws, clearly knocked out.

Hermione sank back into the wall and laughed shakily.

Ginny peered around, slack jawed.

"What happened?"

"Crookshanks went crazy" Hermione's face reddened and guilt attacked her. "I'm so, so, sorry Ginny, I'll-"

"I knew that cat was-"

"Don't say things like that about him" she cut in, but soon hushed as she yet again knew she was partly responsible for Ginny's train wreck of a room.

Ginny took a side glance at the cat then back at Hermione.

"I'm sure he wont mind, he's knocked out" she said smartly.

"You hit him with a door"

"I deserve a medal" Ginny winked and jutted her hand to the mess. "Shouldn't we clean this up?"

Hermione pushed off the wall and she wordlessly cast tersus restituo to finish the job quickly, to avoid a prolonged guilt trip.

Objects began to fly around their heads to fix themselves and return to their proper places. Glass rose from the floor and formed a jar then set itself back on the draws. Splinters of wood got sucked back into the arm chair and the mattress sew itself back up. As the sound of clattering and pops subsided, the dorm looked pristine.

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but Crookshanks began to stir, setting both girls on edge.

"Ginny quick get his cage" Hermione aimed her wand at the cat, but found herself distracted when Ginny brandished it.

The metal bars were broken, as if Crookshanks had bit his way out. A cat sized hole was prominent, all the bars bent out at different angles, jagged and grizzly.

"That warrants a how the hell- did it do this?" Ginny examined the cage with wide eyes.

"I don't know" Hermione sighed and dropped her arms to her side in defeat. Crookshanks had silenced once more.

"Where in Merlin's name was he?"

Hermione simply pointed to the roof and Ginny knitted her brow.

"He dropped down and ran at me" Hermione continued.

"I would to if you kept giving me 'organic' cat food" Ginny dead panned.

"It's healthy-" Hermione countered.
"Not if he destroys a whole house-" Ginny then looked down to find Crookshanks had gone. "Not to startle you, but he's gone" Ginny drew her wand and Hermione grimaced as a few yelps sounded from the hallway.
"He's out" Ginny groaned.

"Apparently" Hermione slammed the door shut.

"Whoa, what are you doing? Shouldn't you be taking responsibility for him?"

"And you call me bossy"

"I'm just saying, he could hurt Ron or I dunno, Percy" Ginny cringed at how much she had started to sound like her girlfriend.

"That's why I cast a sleeping spell on him while you were ranting on about the cage, he's probably asleep now"

Upon hearing no more startled yells and just laughter, Ginny figured Hermione was right.

They fell into a awkward silence, before Ginny sheepishly nudged Hermione.

"At least you're okay"

"Thank you" Hermione smirked at her girlfriend and went to sit on her bed.

Ginny messed with the hem of her shirt, then flashed a nervous smile.

"'Mione, I was wondering if well, actually, erm-"

"Yes?" Hermione patted the space next to her. Ginny moved closer but didn't sit down.

"Well I wondering around the house and well, I got an idea"

"Go on" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, erm-" Ginny scratched the back of her neck. She had no idea why she was so nervous about asking the brunette, it seemed like another step towards a more solid relationship more than a teenage romance. "I think we should tell them"

Hermione stilled, her eyes flicked up to meet Ginny's.

"Your Mother?"

Ginny cringed.

"Yeah"

Hermione lay back with a sigh, her hair fell around her head like a halo.

Ginny finally sat by her and walked her fingers along Hermione's exposed midriff. Her jumper had ridden up to let Ginny glory over a pleasure she had convinced herself she'd lost due to her paranoia with her family being around.

"I'm taking that as a yes?" Ginny drew patterns into Hermione's skin.

"Mmhh" Hermione's eyes fluttered shut as she suddenly felt exhausted. Ginny retracted her hand much to Hermione's displeasure and rose from the bed.

"Tonight?" Ginny winced and Hermione propped herself up on her elbows.

"Are you ready?" Hermione whispered. Unconvinced that Ginny was in fact mentally prepared for the possible repercussions.

Ginny leant down and pecked Hermione on the lips, savouring the feeling of her plump lips pressed with hers. With a soft peck they parted.

"I'll always be ready, how about you?" Ginny whispered into Hermione's ear. Hermione tugged at Ginny's shirt.

"I've been planning the day ever since we kissed on the Quidditch pitch. I'm ready" Hermione began to unbutton Ginny's blouse, coaxing a raspy chuckle from the redhead.

"Are you talking about coming out or having sex?" Ginny whispered and felt Hermione's fingers hooked under the waist of her skirt.

"I'm not too sure any more" Hermione spoke into Ginny's neck and closed her eyes to get lost in the flesh of her lover.

"Hermione Jean Granger, not sure, Merlin, that's a first" Ginny rasped as Hermione attacked the tendons in the Weasley's neck with nips.

As Hermione's fingers roamed to Ginny's shoulders to pull her t-shirt off, a heavy knock sounded at the door.

"Hermione!" Ron bellowed. Ginny made a frustrated grumble and turned her head to the door, but Hermione pulled her head back around and kissed her.

"Hermione! Mum wants to know what you want for dinner"

With kiss swollen lips, Hermione pulled away and Ginny slunk away to button her shirt back up.

"So much for that" Ginny grumbled and Hermione was busy correcting herself.

"Tonight" Hermione gently rubbed Ginny's arm.


Tonight came too soon for the girls.

The sun set too soon for Ginny's liking, not matter how much she wanted to get the news out of the way, she was a fond procrastinator. Ginny rode her broom until the sky turned from a bruised purple to black. The flickering light from the Burrow offered home, but a delicate one, made of egg shells. Ginny couldn't get the idea out of her head that she was going to bulldoze the balance between hushed issues and chaos.

Landing back on the ground, Ginny threw caution to the wind.

So be it if it went wrong, they were going back to Hogwarts in a matter of days, they couldn't get kicked out of a Wizarding school for being gay.


Molly set the table with a quick flick of her wrist and the food soon followed. Plates of beef and various vegetables sprung up, in a colourful steaming rainbow.

As Hermione sat down at the table, Crookshanks popped up from under Fred's legs and glared at her with his squashed face.

Hermione visibly flinched at her pets presence.

"Oh there he is" Fred chuckled and let the cat leap into his lap. Hermione furrowed her brow.

"It was you two!" Hermione hissed as Ginny walked through whilst peeling off her coat.

"What?" Ginny slid next to Hermione and gave her a soft smile.

"They turned Crookshanks crazy" Hermione glowered.

Ginny stared at them, expectantly.

"It was a joke" George held up his hands, Fred followed in an identical movement. Molly sat next to Arthur, her eye trained on the beef, her ears on Ginny and the twins conflict.

"You trashed my room you prats" Ginny jutted a fork at the both of them.

"What spell did you use?" Hermione was furiously spooning herself carrots while she spoke.

"It was just a new pet product, it's like -urgh- what do Muggles call it George?"

"Cat dip" George shrugged.

"Nip" Hermione snapped. "And I want to know why you thought taking Crookshanks without my permission was a good idea"

"We didn't think it was good" said George.

"We thought it was brilliant" Fred finished and the pair chuckled.

Harry took a glance towards Ginny and suddenly sat rigidly.

Before Ginny could really register what she was doing, she had thrown a clump of mash potato at Fred. The soaring clump of potato landed square in his chest with a damp splat. George let out a booming laugh at his assaulted twin, this led to Fred crushing broccoli into his hair.

"Boys!" Molly snapped over the breakout of laughter, but at that precise moment a parsnip flew past her head, wooshing past her ear, as much as a parsnip could 'woosh' and hit Ron in the forehead, bouncing off and landing in the gravy boat. Gravy was soon sprayed over the occupants of the table.

Hermione ducked as a rain of carrots soared in her direction. They hit the wall, landing with whumphs.

"Stop! Stop it" Molly shrieked, it was to no avail.

Vegetables of all manner and slices of beef were sent into the air.

"Duck" Ginny who had been making a slice of beef chase Crookshanks, shoved Hermione to the floor as more potatos made their way to claim the brunette as one of their own.

Arthur walked out from the kitchen, his eyes trained on his shoes rather than the scene in front of him.

"Arthur, do something!" Molly had taken refuge behind a tea tray.

Cauliflower made a thump against the tray, Molly yelped and dragged her husband behind the tray.

"I blame you" Molly jabbed his chest.

"Why? What?" the man peered up from behind the tray. "That's a terrible misuse of our vegetable patch"

As Fred and George attacked Ron with cheese sauce, Ginny was dragged to the floor by Hermione who rubbed mashed up sweetcorn into her face.

"Hermione!" Ginny shrieked and laughed, licking some off her face and stuffing a Yorkshire pudding into the side of her head.

Meanwhile, behind the refuge of a tea tray, Molly rolled her eyes and cast a fire cracker spell. It rose to the ceiling then exploded in streams of red. The sound of dropping food followed in the aftermath.

Molly set the tray down and witnessed her children, drenched in all manners of food.

Harry was flicking clots of broccoli from his glasses lenses.

Hermione and Ginny clambered up from the floor and ducked their gaze, but Hermione hooked her pinky finger with Ginny's.

As Molly's face grew from pink to red in a matter of seconds, everyone braced themselves, Arthur had picked up the tea tray to defend himself.

Inhaling, Molly let out a shaky laugh.

"You lot" she regained a level head and huffed. "Get to your rooms"

As the teens swiftly evacuated, Molly cut through their mutter with a quick.

"Your four. Stay"

Instinctive, Ron, Harry and Hermione swivlled.

"Four" Molly noted. "Fred, George, Ginny and Hermione"

Ron and Harry made short work of dashing up stairs, Bill and Charlie and Percy all shot glances to Ginny and Hermione more than the twins.

It was new for the girls to be grilled.

"You owe me five galleons if they are sleeping with each other" Bill mumbled to Charlie.

"Done" they shook hands briefly and left Percy to stare down his nose at them.

"Percy" Molly shooed him away with her hand.

"Now, where was I?" Molly's voice lowered and she bristled.


Molly had managed to wrangle the four to stay in sight after pressuring an explanation out of them.

Fred and George were made to clean the dinning room, under Arthur's gaze.

Ginny and Hermione were made to clean the dishes.

The window was fogged and Hermione stared at her ghostly reflection more times than she rotated her wrist to clean the food from the surface of the dishes. Her face was still a little mucky and she could feel mash potato crusted on her cheek.

Whilst cleaning, Hermione shot glances to Ginny from her reflection, Ginny caught most of them with a reassuring wink or smile.

Molly caught these glances and set down the cross word she had been doing.

Ginny dried the dishes and as they clinked down upon the drainer, Hermione ducked her head lower and lower into her task.

Molly then found she had run out of pencils and patience.

"Tell me" she pulled back out of her chair.

Ginny stopped drying the plates.

"Pardon?"

Molly raised her eyebrows.

"You know what I mean Ginny"

Hermione bit down on her lip and the constant slosh of water from the basin interrupted the silence.

Oh, how she felt it approach, Hermione felt her heart flutter and a ball tighten in the base of her throat.

"Mum" Ginny started, somewhat awkwardly. Molly narrowed her eyes, her wrinkles became visible.

Hermione gulped and scrubbed harder.

"How long?" Molly tried to sound eager, but it was difficult with the tone her daughter possessed. Ginny turned and gripped the counter behind her.

Molly sat in silence, waiting.

"How long what?"

"Have you been a lesbian?"

Hermione dropped a plate back into the basin.

"As long as I can remember" Ginny frowned back at her Mother.

"How long have you and Hermione been together?"

Ginny pressed her lips together. Hermione turned to face Molly.

"Ginny asked me to be her girlfriend on the Quidditch pitch" Hermione smiled at the floor then flicked her eyes up to meet Ginny's.

The pair blushed.

Molly smiled softly at the pair.

"And it took the whole of Christmas, Ron being turned into a Werewolf and a food fight for you two to tell me?"

"And a book fight" Ginny sniggered.

"And McGonagall" Hermione interjected.

Molly's eyes widened.

"Are you two happy?"

"Yes" Ginny grinned brightly.

"Yes" Hermione followed.

"Then I'm happy" Molly rose to her feet and hugged the pair. "At least I know neither of you can get each other pregnant"

The girls gave nervous giggles and Molly kissed them both on the forehead.

"Just tell me one thing" Molly pulled back and tapped her finger on her chin. "Have you two, erm-"

"Merlin! Mum" Ginny groaned and Hermione bit on her lip, trying to fend off a small bout of nervous energy.

"You're right, I don't think I need to know"

"No you really don't" Ginny's face was pale, Hermione turned back to the sink and hoped to Merlin she could find the escaped plate.


Okay so I changed it up a bit, I feel guilty not giving you guys a proper ending.

So, review what you want to happen, I'm all eyes and ears.

Your opinions are always welcome.