Sweet Almost
Chapter 10: Yellow Paint Fights
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"Oh Hermione dear! You should be siting down! Oh a girl! Finally!" Mrs. Weasley popped in carrying about five gallons of light blue paint. "We'll just transfigure this to yellow." She set the buckets down and pointed her wand at them. "Hermione sit! Sit!"
"I don't understand how did you?" Hermione sat down confused.
"Fred, he popped in screaming 'it's a girl' at the top of his lungs then popped right back out." Mrs. Weasley explained.
"He seemed about to pass out when he left here." Hermione said relaxing into the couch.
"Oh he was just excited… we all thought you were going to be having another Weasley boy…but you're having a girl! It's wonderful!" Mrs. Weasley helped Hermione sit down, before hugging her, not quite as hard as normal, since she was watching out for the baby. "Now show me where my first grand-daughter will be sleeping."
"Well. Erm Mrs. Weasley were not sure which room we want to use yet." Hermione explained, kind of wanting to do the painting herself, so she could actually do something.
"Oh that's quite alright dear, but you can call me mum now." Mrs. Weasley told her in a motherly tone as she sat down next to her.
"Right…" Hermione said with a sigh.
"Hermione…" Mrs. Weasley started.
"Yes Mrs. Weasley." Hermione answered.
"See I knew you wouldn't. Harry gladly calls me mum." Mrs. Weasley scolded.
"Well you practically are Harry's mum." Hermione explained.
"And? I've raised you just as much as I have Harry. Now you will call me mum." Mrs. Weasley continued to scold her as if she had been behind one of Fred or George's pranks.
"Yes. Mum." Hermione said in an obedient tone.
"Good now, I'll just fix you up a snack." Mrs. Weasley patted Hermione's knee and stood up.
"Oh no that's fine really. I'm sure Fred was going to-" Hermione wasn't hungry after she'd eaten all that ice cream and was trying to get out of eating again.
"Oh forget about that boy will you. Now my grand-daughter needs to eat." Mrs. Weasley waved off Hermione and started to make her some sandwiches.
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"Hermione, love, what is that delicious smell?" Fred smelled the air deeply.
"Mum's here Fred." Hermione said standing to take her plate to the kitchen.
"Your mum?" Fred said taking the plate from her.
"No yours." Hermione said taking the plate back.
"Doing what?" Fred took the plate once more, then headed to the kitchen before Hermione could take it back.
"Keeping me here." Hermione said following him to the kitchen.
"Good job mum!" Fred said kissing his mother on the cheek.
"Fred!" Hermione said not at all amused.
Mrs. Weasley turned to him wiping her hands on a towel. "I've made some brownies for later. Hermione'll want a snack before bed. And I think I better get home and cook the rest of them dinner. Now Fred what have you planned on making Hermione for dinner?"
"I was going to make a ham mum." Fred leaned back on the counter.
"Make sure that's alright with Hermione." Mrs. Weasley inclined her head towards Hermione.
"'Mione. Is ham ok with you?" Fred said sweetly batting his eyelashes mockingly behind his mother's back.
"Just fine hunnie." Hermione stifled a chuckle.
"Ok… then I'll get it in the oven. And sample those brownies…" Fred reached for the cooling brownies.
"Fred now those are for Hermione and my grand baby." Mrs. Weasley scolded Fred.
"But mum just one." Fred whined, not entirely realizing he sounded like a two-year-old.
"Ok… one. And I expect that room be painted next time I come over here." Mrs. Weasley suggested.
"Yes mum." Fred said taking a big bite of the brownie he had just cut out.
"And I better not see Hermione doing it." She pointed her finger at him.
"Yes mum, dress me in white and call me a plumber." Fred said popping the rest of the brownie in his mouth.
"Painter Fred." Hermione corrected.
"Right." Fred's ears turned a bit red.
Mrs. Weasley chuckled at him.
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Mrs. Weasley was gone. "So love… what now?" Fred curled up by Hermione on the couch nuzzling her neck.
"Well not that Fred."
"Of course. So I'll just put this in the oven and we can get to work on painting. Well I'll get to work and you can watch." Fred picked Hermione up and carried her into the room that he wanted for his daughter, the one closest to theirs.
They had been sitting there for about an hour, and had already eaten. Fred was getting extremely bored. SMACK! Hermione had grabbed the paintbrush in mid stroke and hit Fred in the cheek. "Hey!" He grabbed the other paintbrush and hit Hermione in the nose.
"Hey! Don't paint the pregnant one!" She threw more paint at him.
They continued like throwing paint at each other for hours until Mr. Weasley popped in.
"What on earth is going on here! There's more paint on you than the walls!"
"Sorry dad."
"You better be! You didn't even invite me!" He flicked a bit of paint at both of them. "But now in all seriousness. Hermione you should be getting to bed, and your mum sent me to make sure this room was painted…" He charmed the paint brushes to finish the work and then lay down for Fred to clean in the morning. "Now off to bed both of you! And I won't tell your mother about this."
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A/N: I'm sorry to say this is the last chapter i get to edit tonight... i'll do the other two tomorrow after school... glorious school... ok not really but what ever, the first day is always the easiest... oh and i'll post two chapters quite close together for the inconvience i've caused my loverly readers.