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"What's that?" Molly exclaimed as she sat up in bed.
"What's what?" Harry asked, not having any idea what Molly was talking about.
"That noise, didn't you hear it?" Molly asked.
"No. I'm sure its nothing, dear. Go back to bed," Harry said.
"There it is again," Molly said, this time getting out of bed and getting dressed.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked her.
"I'm getting dressed so I can go see what that noise is. I thought you would do it, but I must've been mistaken," Molly said, glaring at Harry.
"Hold on," Harry said as he got out of bed and slid on his pants, "I'll come with you."
Harry groggily made his way down the stairs in front of Molly, in case there was something waiting to attack them. As he reached the bottom step, he saw Ron pushing Hermione up against the table, hands covered in flour, capturing her in a passionate kiss.
"Oh, hi, Harry," Ron said as he pulled away from Hermione. Both of their faces turned red with embarassment. "Oh, um, Mum," Ron said as Molly stepped of the final step to stand alongside Harry.
"Sorry if we woke you," Hermione said, pulling her hair out of her face, "Ron and I just thought we would make breakfast for everyone."
"Oh, its quite alright, dear," Molly said, "To be honest, I've grown so accustomed to a quiet house, that is just frieghtened me a little when I heard noise coming from down here. If anything, I'm pleased to know it was just you two," she finished as she walked over to the stove to pour her and Harry a cup of tea. She walked over to Harry and handed him his cup before turning to Ron and Hermione. "Can I help you with anything?" Molly asked.
"Oh, goodness no, Mrs. Weasley. Just have a seat in the living room and relax. You, too, Harry," Hermione told them.
"Hermione, dear," Molly replied.
"Yes?" Hermione turned around to hear what Molly had to say.
"Since you will soon be my daughter-in-law, I think it is about time for you to start calling me Molly. I don't know why you still call me Mrs. Weasley, anyway. I've known you since you were eleven, and you still call me Mrs. Weasley. Please, call me Molly,"
"Okay, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione giggled, "I'm only joking, Molly. Now, go and have a seat. Ron and I will let you know when breakfast is ready."
Molly and Harry made their way to sit down by one another on the sofa. "I just can't believe it," Molly sighed as Harry wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"What's that?" Harry asked.
"My little boy, all grown up and getting married, to his best friend, no less. Standing in my kitchen doing something besides scaveging for someting to eat," Molly said, cracking a small smile at the sight of Ron and Hermione in the kitchen.
"Yes, well, things have changed quite a bit in the last eight years, haven't they? Ron isn't that little boy you sent off to Hogwarts anymore, is he?" Harry said.
"Oh, certainly not. Then, of course, there's you," Molly said, resting her hand on Harry's thigh.
"What about me?" Harry asked, looking mischievously into Molly's eyes.
"Well, look at everything you've been through, everything you've become. You've become quite the man, dear. But, mostly, you are still lounging around without a shirt on while there are others in the house," Molly said. Harry looked down at his chest and realized that it was, in fact, still bare. "Now, I don't mind, but, I think the others might not appreciate it quite as much as I do."
"Okay, I'll be right back," Harry said as he stood up. He went upstairs to find a shirt to put on and to clean himself up a bit. Molly sat on the couch, admiring the sight of young love in front of her. She watched as Hermione took careful steps to make sure Ron knew exactly what to do. She watched as the two worked in perfect harmony to cook a simple meal. She thought back to when they were just children, getting on the train at platform 9 3/4. She really couldn't believe how much things had changed since then.
"Better?" Harry asked as he made his way back into the room and sat down next to Molly.
"I'm not sure if its better," Molly winked at Harry, "But its much more appropriate. Thank you."
"You're welcome, darling," Harry replied.
"I wonder what they're making out there?" Molly asked after she took a sip of her tea.
"Who knows. Let's just hope its something edible," Harry said sarcastically.
"I'm sure it will be. If there's one thing Hermione can do, its follow directions. And, what is a recipe if not directions?" Molly said.
"I didn't see a cook book or any recipe out there," said Harry.
"Oh, I'm sure it will be just fine," Molly replied.
"What's going on down here?" George said as he made his way down the stairs and through the kitchen. "Oh, I see, the lovebirds are making breakfast. Oh, wait, the lovebirds are on the sofa. No, they are making breakfast. This is just too much for me," said George.
"Oh, George," Hermione said, "Stop being so foolish. Pour yourself a cup of tea and have a seat. Breakfast will be ready any moment. Harry, Molly, come have a seat at the table," Hermione shouted across the room.
Harry got up, offered a hand to Molly, helped her up, and the two made their way to the table. Ron set plates for everyone, and helped Hermione carry over what they had cooked, which had been concealed by a lid on top of the serving dish.
"Oh, what is this? Smells fantastic!" Molly said as Hermione and Ron sat down at the table.
"Take a look. Its not much, but its something," Ron said.
Molly lifted the lid off the serving dish to find a mountain of pancakes surrounded by berries and syrup. "It looks wonderful, thank you, children."
"Oh, it was no trouble, Mum," George joked.
"Really, Ron, Hermione, thank you for preparing breakfast for everyone. It looks great," Molly said once more.
"Yes, thank you," Harry agreed.
"You're welcome," Ron said as he began filling up his plate.
"Really, Ronald. Let everyone else get some before you take them all!" Hermione said as she elbowed Ron in the arm.
"Sorry," Ron said, setting the pancake on his spatula back down on the serving tray. The others filled their plates, and Ron took what was left.
"Hermione, I'm afraid I may have caused some trouble for you," Molly said, "It looks like you're going to have to do a lot of cooking to keep this one happy."
"I already do, Molly. All he does is eat!" said Hermione.
"I do not!" Ron protested.
Molly smiled at Hermione and rolled her eyes at Ron's comment.
"These aren't half bad," said George, "very well done, indeed."
"Thank you," Hermione said graciously.
"So, you two, any idea on when the big day's going to be?" Molly asked.
"Not a clue. Hopefully in the fall," Hermione said.
"If I had it my way, it would be tomorrow," Ron interrupted, "But Hermione is insisting on having a proper wedding, so I must oblige."
"The fall sounds loveley," said Molly.
"How about you two?" Hermione asked, "Any ideas?"
"Well, that depends on a lot of things, dear," Molly said, "There is still a lot that has to happen with Arthur and I before Harry and I can go on with our plans."
"Right, sorry, I forgot," Hermione said apologetically.
"It's quite okay," Molly said.
"Well, hopefully you and Arthur get everything worked out quickly and problem free," Hermione said.
"Yes, dear. Hopefully," Molly agreed sadly.
"Well, the rest of the family sure is going to have some news when they get home, aren't they?" George said, trying to lighten the mood.
"Oh, they certainly will," Harry laughed, "Hopefully the news of Ron and Hermione will make everyone a little more cheerful after your mother and I tell them about us," Harry said.
"Oh, they won't be upset," Ron said.
"No, not a one," George laughed.
"Oh, stop it, you two. Harry and I are very nervous about breaking the news to everyone. You should have seen us before you three got here. We were a mess, we didn't know what we were going to say to you." Molly said.
"Well, you've already told us, Mum, and you've seen how we've reacted. How bad could it really be telling everyone else?" George asked.
"Well, you've got a point, George. Its just Ginny we're worried about, really. She and Harry, well, you know," Molly said shyly.
"I do know," George winked at Harry, remembering the sight of Ginny and him snogging the day of Bill and Fleur's wedding.
"Still," Ron said, "She's really the only one you have to worry about, and I don't think she'll take the news any worse than I did."
"That would be an unexpected relief," Harry said.
"I'm sure it will be alright, chap," George laughed, "Hermione, Ron, that was a very good breakfast. I'll clean up, you all go relax."
"George, are you feeling alright?" Molly asked, surprised by her son's offer.
"Yes, Mum, why?" George answered.
"Its just, you've never offered to clean up before. Are you sure you wouldn't like some help?" Molly replied.
"No, I've got it. Got sit down and relax," George said.
Molly walked into the living room where Hermione, Ron, and Harry already had taken a seat. Molly took the empty seat next to Harry. "I feel so strange. Breakfast cooked and cleaned, and I didn't have to do a thing. What a treat," she said.
"Its no trouble, Molly, not after everything you do on a regular basis," Hermione said.
"Well, thank you, dear. Its just very odd," said Molly.
"Well, that was easy," George said, walking into the living room and taking a seat.
"Done already?" Ron asked.
"Yep. Simple housekeeping spell I learned. I like to keep things as simple as possible," George answered.
"Wow, I'm so proud," Molly laughed.
"Um, Mum, I hope you won't be too upset, but we've set up a meeting with some old friends down in Diagon Alley. We've got to leave for the day. You're not too upset, are you?" Ron said.
"Oh, not at all dear. Go and have a good time," Molly quickly answered.
"Thanks, Mum," Ron said as he got up and gave Molly a peck on the cheek. "We'll be back around six."
"All right. Stay safe, and we'll see you, then," Molly said. Ron, Hermione, and George got up and individually Flooed out of the Burrow. "Why didn't you go with them, dear?" she asked Harry.
"Wasn't invited," Harry said simply.
"Oh," Molly said curiously, "Well, do you have any plans for the day?" she asked.
"No, do you?" he replied.
"Nope," Molly giggled, "But I think we can make some," she said as she pulled Harry to her for a kiss.
"Oh, I'm sure we can," Harry agreed.