Here's chapter seven, this one's more of a lead in to the next chapter that I'm planning on being from Hermione's mother's POV.


The next week went by quickly, Molly had a new mission - to feed Hermione up so she could be healthy enough to one day give her grandchildren. After that first night Ron had not been allowed back into his girlfriend's bed. Molly may have been sympathetic, but she didn't want to contradict her own rules, and those rules were there to stop her children from doing something rash. It may have seemed a little harsh but she knew from experience how easy it was to find comfort in each other when tragedy occured. She didn't think that Ron would take advantage of Hermione, but she knew it may be hard for him to resist, after all, he had been waiting to be with her for so long.

It wasn't until the day after her appointments at St Mungos (where she had thankfully been declared 'steadily improving') that Molly got up the courage to talk to Hermione about her parents. She found her curled up in an armchair with her face buried in a book, the rest of the family were outside playing (or in Fleur's and Arthur's case, watching) Quidditch. Molly had stayed behind under the pretense of having chores to do, Hermione had said that she still couldn't stand Quidditch and would rather stay in and read. Ron had tried to persuade her, saying she could read outside, but she had told him that the sun made the pages glare and it hurt her eyes. Molly had smiled at the sound of their bickering, it was a sure sign that the pair were recovering - though Hermione seemed to have gotten over the news far too quickly, which made Molly wonder if she hadn't just repressed it all.

Molly took a moment to watch the girl in the armchair. Looking at her sat there with her messy curls, wrestled back into a bobble that wasn't quite holding it all in; and her brow furrowed as she balanced a large tome on her knees that were drawn up near her chest; she almost looked like the fifteen year-old girl Molly remembered her being. It helped that her weight loss had made her look much smaller in comparison to the heavy books she was usually reading. It was as though the act of reading restored Hermione's innocence, which only made Molly remember how visciously it had been torn away from her.

"Hermione?"

She took a few seconds to answer, "Sorry Molly! What did you say?"

"I want to talk to you for a moment." Molly sat down on the sofa opposite her.

Hermione lifted her head in surprise, taking note of the serious tone Molly had employed.

"Oh, Okay." She put a bookmark carefully between the pages and place the book on the floor, signalling that Molly had her full attention.

Molly had been preparing the speech for days, "Ron told us that you wanted to see your parents, and Harry told us what you did to them. I want you know that while we don't like what you did, we understand why you did it and we would like to help you to find them." Hermione was speechless, so Molly continued, "Percy has been in contact with some people at the Ministry, and they have been in contact with the Austrailian Ministry who have been working to find them for you. They've been using the information that Harry gave us about their names and professions too locate them through muggle ways. It's all very complicated, but they managed to find a few possibilities." She paused for a moment to let it sink in. Hermione was sat still, with her lips parted and her eyes wide. "They want you to go to the ministry tomorrow to look at some photographs that were sent over of the people they think could be your parents so that you can tell them which ones they are. When you've told them, an Auror will acompany you and Ron to Austrailia via the portkeys so you can remove the charm and explain everything to them. The rest depends on what you, and they, want to do. You can stay however long you want, and the Ministry has gifted you money and documents that will mean you can come back on muggle transport whenever you wish." Realising that Hermione still hadn't moved an inch, Molly waited a moment for a reaction. When she still recieved none, she started to worry.

"Hermione?" She prompted. The girl's eyes suddenly filled with tears and she stood up and ran towards Molly, where she flung her arms around her, crying. Molly went stiff with confusion, she squeezed Hermione once before pushing her shoulders back to look at her face.

"What's wrong?" She asked, bewildered. "I thought you wanted this?"

"I -I do. I just - what if they hate me for it? What if they won't speak to me? You said it yourself! You didn't like that I'd done it! I couldn't handle it if they hated me!" Molly pulled her in again, this time holding her tightly and stroking her hair.

"Shhhhh. They won't hate you. They might be disappointed, but they're still your parents, they love you. You knew this wouldn't be easy when you did it. Now you have to face the consequences of your actions, and no one will be able to do that for you, you have to be the brave Griffyndor I know you are and do the right thing."

Hermione pulled back, nodding. "I miss them. I miss them so much." She admitted. She looked a little sheepish before adding, "Sometimes I used to feel like they didn't understand me because they could never really understand the Wizading World, that's why I used to spend so much time here in the summers. Now I wish I'd spent more time with them. I bet they won't even recognise me now."

Molly wasn't quite sure how to respond, she thought about how she would feel for the Granger's, seeing their only daughter for a few weeks each year, never really understanding when she came home injured or a little more sad each year. They must have found it incredibly hard to not understand exactly who their daughter was, and it would be terrifying for them when they found out that she had turned her extraordinary powers on them. She would have to talk to Ron about being understanding when they were angry at her, he was likely to defend her and make it worse. Maybe it would be a good idea to send one of his calmer brothers with him to stop him from doing something stupid. Bill maybe? "Molly?" Hermione startled her out of her reverie. "When you said for me and Ron, is he coming with me?"

"Yes." Hermione smiled, shocked. "I wanted to talk to you about that too. It's your choice what you do, but I want you to be careful and not rush into anything you're not ready for. You have only been together a short while, and though you may have been close for many years, it doesn't mean you should move too fast. Physical intimacy is different to emotional intimacy, you have to be completely comfortable around each other, and not just in an emotional sense, before you take that step, if you aren't then you aren't ready."

Hermione had turned a bright red, and was currently looking anywhere but at the woman in front of her. "Mrs Weasley, I - we - we haven't -"

"I guessed that, I just wanted you to be prepared. There are charms and a potion, knowing you, you probably already know them. I can teach you if you don't though." Molly was a little embarrassed herself. "I just thought that as your mother isn't magical, you might need someone to teach you the wizarding methods." She explained.

"Thank you." Hermione looked into her eyes through her embarrassment, and Molly could see how much this had meant to her, even if it had embarrassed her a bit.

They were saved any awkwardness by a very sweaty family parading through the door and into the kitchen, making lots of noise about being 'starving'. Molly caught Hermione's eye and they both giggled.

"What's up?" Asked Ron as he flopped on the sofa next to Hermione, flinging his arm around her shoulders, which she subsequently threw off.

"Ewww! You're all sweaty!" She complained.

Ron laughed, a michievious glint in his eyes. He scooped Hermione up, wrapping his sweaty arms around her and kissing her full on the mouth. She kissed him back for a moment before pushing him away, half laughing, half moaning.

Molly was shocked for a moment as she realised that she had never actually seen the pair kiss before. She had actually never seen her son be kissed by anyone ever before. The pair had kept to subtle touches and innocent flirtations around the family, and she had never met Ron's previous girlfriend. It was a bit of a shock to the system, seeing him kiss someone, as though he was growing up right before her eyes. Charlie whistled at them from the kitchen door, smiling himself, though his eyebrows were raised as he shared a glance with his mother.

Ron rolled his eyes before making his way upstairs to jump in the shower, and Hermione sat back down and picked up her book, hiding her rosy cheeks in her hair. Molly watched as the rest of the family filtered in, holding sandwiches and the room filled with noise again. Hermione's smile didn't fade all day.


It took me a while to decide what I wanted to be in this chapter, but I think it went okay... Thanks for reading, and again, thank you for the reviews! :)