Chapter 12: It's getting Hot in here!

last time-"Besides it's your mum's hormones which are messed up, not her love life!" Harry added patting Ginny on the back.

A cold a tired woman sat on Ayr beach shivering, it may be the height of summer in most of Britain but on the west coast of Scotland it was a different story. The over cast sky and hurling wind mirrored Mrs Weasley's emotions. She felt confused like something terrible was surging through her veins; it was like a hatred for her family and life. Something she had never experienced. She thought of her daily monotonous routine, her constant worry for her children, the pressure of the war, the death of Hermione's parents, and wished with all her might that it had been her killed that night and not the grangers, at least then she would be release from the constant strain of daily life.

She had such an exciting young life; her boyfriend was rich and sexy with huge prospects ahead of him. Some called him dark and slightly sinister but she couldn't see it, he was blonde and exciting. He took her to Paris for her 19th birthday where they made passionate love in a swanky Muggle hotel over looking the "Arc de triumph". But two weeks after that beautiful night her friends and families worries were confirmed to her, when he pulled off his top to reveal a horrible tattoo on his fore arm, a black skull with a snake pouring from its sneering mouth, leered at her from her lovers arm.

"What the hell is that?" she screamed at her proud lover.

"It means I'm in with the right people!" he had shot back in a defensive tone; he had expected this from her.

"The right people, what the hell are you thinking of, your in with a bunch of nutter's Lou!" she yelled back tears filling her eyes.

"Lord Voldemort is not a nutter, He is the greatest wizard on this planet and he says that I have great potential." He shouted puffing his chest out.

"Lord what's his face, is a crack pot short of a spoon, and will end up dead or in prison if he carries on the way he's been recently. He and his friends kill people; they torture people just because they are muggle's! That does not make someone great." She wept into her robe.

"You could join too Molly, we could be so powerful! We could be his second in command. We'll get married and have babies and you'll never want for anything and our children will never want for anything. We'll grow old in the lap of luxury with more power and money than most people dream of." He said trying to stroke her long chestnut hair.

"Don't touch me Lou, I'm sorry that it had to end this way, but you need to know that I will never let my principles come second to a man, and as crazy as this may seem my principles kinda don't agree with killing innocent people just because I can… "

"So this is it then, we're finished? Well fine but let me tell you something; Molly Ginerva Strand, you will never and I mean never find a man like me who's willing to marry you. You're a poor witch with no real family. And when you're a fat old woman living in a shack with too many children, you will look back and think: "shit I should never have let him go!"" he spat as he pulled his top back over his floppy white blonde hair.

"Well let me tell you Lucious Fucking Malfoy, when I'm an old fat woman living in a shack and I see in the Daily Profit that you've been sent to Azkaban I'll think; "thank God I never married that fucking murdering Nazi Nutter!" because let's face it your no better than a Nazi now!"

Molly snapped out of her reverie by a small tap on her shoulder, she turned round sharply to see a man standing behind her, a man who for some reason she felt great happiness in seeing, a man who had hurt her and neglected her feelings… Molly Weasley looked happily into the eyes of her love, Arthur Weasley.

"How did you know I was here?" Molly asked, shocked at her own happiness.

"I just used my brain… for once, I know it seems improbable but I did and I knew you would be here!" he said apologetically.

"Arthur I can't come home, I just can't I can't face everyone, Not after all we've been through. I feel drained I need a little time to think it over. It's just that I thought after the war everything would be great, but look at me I'm still a dumpy woman who scrimps and saves all the time!" Molly wept into her husbands shaking arm.

"Molly you do not have to scrimp and save, I'm earning a lot more now. And as for dumpy, well you know I find you extremely well… sexy!" Mr Weasley looked bashful as he said this, and Molly appreciated the compliment.

"Arthur, I just wish we could spend some time together, we never seem to have any time alone and what with the sick patients doing god knows what up in that room and well… this evil hating surge that seems to be burning through my veins!" she suddenly stood, shocking Mr Weasley she pointed a stubby finger at him and shockingly she screamed:

"You knocked me up you ginger headed twat! Over and over again, did your sperm have to be the most potent in all the wizarding community… mm? Was it absolutely necessary that when we were young, you had the libido of a rampant Niffler at mating season? I never seemed to get a break between the children; once I had one potty trained I was wiping the arse of another. I have no time for me and I hate you and all your ginger brats!"

Mrs Weasley wobbly ran away from her shocked husband who sat silently with his head in his hands alone, until suddenly with a crack Arthur was no longer alone. A young blonde woman sat very close to him and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry Mr Weasley, she doesn't mean any of it, she's having what we call in the hospital game witch'a'pause its somewhere between a mid witch crisis and a menopause. Her hormones and her magical power are unbalanced sending her into a state of gloom and doom!" The witch smiled happily as though she were giving him the best news in the world.

"Is there a cure?" Mr Weasley asked wearily.

"Oh yes there is a simple charm we can do, all we need is to hunt her down and keep her still for 10 minuets so that we can re balance her!" the witch said chirpily.

"You know I don't know where she would go from here, this is where we spent our honey moon and where Charlie was conceived!" Arthur stated.

"On the same night?" The Witch wondered aloud.

"No different occasions, we liked coming to Scotland, we wanted to retire here!" he sighed putting his head in his hands and weeping.

"Well as soon as we find her we'll have to immobilise her, probably give her a stun then we will place the charm on her and bob's your uncle, your going to have your wife back." And with that the medic witch was off.

Meanwhile in the sick ward.

Hermione was so short on clean clothes now that she had to create a top by singeing a sheet with her wand to make toga like dress. She sat at the window in her toga trying to tempt a non existent breeze.

George was lying down on his bed, wishing that he was in a freezer. The sun was beating down straight into the room, heating the room up like an oven. Their meals had become slightly better, though George was wondering when his mother learned how to cook Chinese or Indian cuisine. Hermione on the other hand had worked out that they were eating left over take away food. Hermione having stayed at the Dursley's when they had gone to Florida for two weeks had discovered Harry's secret obsession for Muggle take away food. She didn't say anything to George as even he would worry at Mrs Weasley's sudden disdain for home cooking.

They both started when two plates appeared in the fire place, on each plate lay a slice of hardened cold Pizza:

"Jesus mum could have done a bit better for our lunch!" George whined as he flopped the Pizza about noting the rubbery nature of his food.

"She's probably just a bit busy!" Hermione said, hoping George would not pursue the subject any further.

"Yea but left over take away Pizza, Jeez mum hates Pizza. She never makes it!" George said now tapping the pizza with his index finger.

"Well as I say she's just Busy!" Hermione uttered scared of the outcome.

"I dunno I think something's going on, the laundry not getting done, bad food, and she usually comes up every few days to check we're not dead!" George said standing up.

"George it is fine, just leave it!" Hermione half shouted standing up.

"Hermione what is wrong, Oh Merlin you don't think she's dead do you?" George panicked.

"no I don't think your mum's dead, if she was someone would have told us now sit down and eat your Pizza!" Hermione shouted pointing at George.

"Fine, if my mother is dead she's definitely possessing you!" George shouted back confused by Hermione's sudden outburst.

Hermione and George sat comfortably eating their rubber Pizza. When they had managed to Digest the bouncy treat George stood and picked up the empty plate, he walked over to Hermione and stretched out her hand to grasp the plate. As she passed the plate to him he pulled his hand back suddenly making her fall into him. He grabbed the plate from her hand and placed both on the bed then lifted her face up to his with the timing and speed and grace of Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca.

He placed his lips on hers and kissed her so deeply that momentarily her breath was taken away, he fumbled loosely for her hand and when he found it he pulled her slowly to her feet, still not breaking the kiss. As Hermione found her feet she had to steady herself against George's tensed torso.

At long last it was Hermione who broke the kiss to end all kisses:

"What was that in aid of?" she asked panting slightly.

"That toga dress has been driving me wild since you put it on!" he said rather honestly.

"Is that recurring VERITAS syndrome or are you just trying to be bold Mr Weasley?" Hermione asked purring slightly.

"I like Mr Weasley, makes me feel grown up!" George smiled as he reached down to kiss Hermione again. He stopped suddenly, as a small smile crept across his face.

"Do you know what the best thing about your toga is?" he said as he ran his fingers up the slits on either side of the bottom half of her crude Toga.

"What would that be…Mr Weasley?" she whispered seductively into his neck.

"They are…" he whispered as he gently tugged the bath robe belt she was using to hold her toga together at the sides.

"Very easy…" he pulled the belt off and let it drop slowly through his fingers to the floor.

"To remove!" he whipped the sheet over her head removing the toga completely leaving her standing her chest bare and only a small pair of lady boxers on.

George pulled off his own T-shirt so now their damp hot skin stuck together slightly, their skin acting like glue. They didn't kiss immediately, they just stood, their chests pressing against each other, breathing on each others skin.

George put both his arms round Hermione protectively and held her though not taking his eyes away from hers. He then leant his head forward and began to kiss her again, slowly at first then deeper and deeper; Hermione reached up and wrapped her arms around George's neck, pulling herself up onto her tip toes and his head further down to hers.

George placed his hot hands on either side of Hermione's hips, then he let them slip slowly up her sides letting his pinkie run over her breasts, then quickly he ran them back down to her hips and lifted her quickly. Hermione's body reacted with the agility of a cat. Her legs quickly wrapping round his waist. As George stumbled forward to the wall Hermione's legs damp with sweat slipped up and down his waist.

He pushed her back hard against the wall, letting some of the weight off of his hips. He raised her slightly so that his face was now just above her breast and he kissed them gently. She moaned slightly and groaned a sigh of relief.

Hermione writhed happily then started pushing George back off of the wall, making him stumble backwards. He wobbled slightly then steadied and lowered Hermione to the ground a questioning look spread across his face.

"Can you smell that?" Hermione enquired sniffing the air.

"What?" George looked confuse.

"It's burning!" Hermione shrieked; "George theirs smoke coming from under the door!" Hermione screamed as she grabbed her wand from the bedside table.

They stood motionless until suddenly, BANG! The door came flying off the hinge.

TBC

A/N I am so sorry about the delay in my updates, I have just started UNI and it has been pretty hectic! I hope you guys enjoy this. Another thing someone said that in one of my chapters I said Nan in regards to Genitals and said the proper word was Nads, I know the word Nads but I dunno if its just my friends but we say Nans! just so you know!

A/N2012 gosh I remember writing this big times for wee alf!