Author's Notes: Ron has a talk with Dr. Granger this chapter, while Harry's got to deal with two of Ginny's brothers. (I don't really have much to say here, since I'm trying to keep a 5 year old occupied right now.) I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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"Aftermath"
Chapter 21 -- Of Fathers and Brothers
Sunday supper at the Weasleys broke up about an hour after the sun went down. Ron and George had already gone into the house…Mr. Weasley was speaking animatedly with Bill and Fleur near the back door…Mrs. Weasley was saying her goodbyes to Percy and Audrey as they prepared to Apparate back to Percy's flat…Harry and Ginny sat under the tree near the pond watching fireflies dance in mid-air above the water.
Harry had his arm around Ginny and she had her head resting comfortably on his shoulder as they enjoyed the peace and quiet of the mild spring night. It had been quite the hectic day, and Harry couldn't help but feel as though there were eyes on him the entire time he sat in the dark next to Ginny.
"Your mum is never going to let us alone again, you know," Harry sighed, squeezing her shoulder.
"We'll just have to find something to distract her, so she's too busy to watch us," Ginny replied, her mind already spinning, "George and Ron will be around. I'm sure they'll keep her busy."
"When they're not at the shop," Harry added, pointing out a possible flaw in her plan.
"Well…" Ginny knew she was about to tread into dangerous territory, but she thought it was worth a shot, "If you went back for your Seventh Year, we'd have, like, nine months away from any sort of parental influence. Imagine all the quality snogging we could get in…!"
"Gin…" Harry's voice had a hardness to it, and Ginny flinched. She knew it was a dangerous topic, but she had to take that chance, "I'm not going back to Hogwarts, and I don't want to keep having this conversation."
Harry pulled away from Ginny and started to get up when he noticed Bill walking down the garden towards them.
"Fleur and I are getting ready to Floo home," Bill said as he reached the tree, "Just wanted to say goodbye…and to tell you that Mum wanted you Gin."
"'Bye, Bill," Ginny said, jumping to her feet and hugging her big brother as tight as she could. He hugged back for all he was worth, and planted a loving, brotherly kiss on the top of her head, "I'll see you next Sunday."
"Okay, Bill," Ginny waved goodbye and hurried up to the house to see her mother, "I'll be right back, Harry."
Harry was about to reply to Ginny when Bill clapped a rather firm hand on his shoulder and turned the Boy-Who-Lived to face him, "Let's you and I have a talk, Harry."
"Uh…okay, Bill…what about?"
Bill looked off beyond Harry at the white, swollen orb of the moon. It would be full tomorrow, and even though he wasn't a werewolf, thanks to Fenrir Greyback during the fight at Hogwarts when Snape killed Dumbledore, Bill could feel the pull…the power…of the moon. It pulsed through his veins and pounded in his ears…he fought the pull as he did every month.
"Percy told me about what you did with Ginny," Bill said, sounding rather calm, considering the subject he had just brought up.
Harry shuddered as he looked at Bill. Ginny had five brothers, and he had a sinking suspicion that he was going to have to go through this with each and every one of them. Percy had already talked with him, so that was one down. If he could make it through the talk with Bill, there'd only be three more brothers to go.
"N-nothing happened, Bill," Harry stuttered, trying to reassure him, "We were…we fell asleep, Bill…that's all. We were still fully clothed…even had our shoes on!
"Harry, the fact that you were still fully clothed is the only reason you're still able to walk and talk without a sever limp and speech impediment." The tone of Bill's voice made it almost seem like he was joking, but Harry could tell that the oldest Weasley brother was doing anything but kidding around. "You know what you mean to Mum and to this family…and to Ginny."
Bill paused and looked at Harry, his blue eyes like steel shining in the moonlight. Harry nodded. He did know what he meant to the Weasleys in general, and to Ginny specifically. He was a son, a brother, a lover.
"Don't let this happen again, Harry. Ginny would do anything for you…don't take advantage of that," Bill cast his gaze back up to the full moon, feeling a tingle run through his body, the hairs on his arm standing up, "I like you, Harry. I always have. Don't give me a reason to stop."
Bill looked back down at Harry and the raven-haired boy could only nod once more. That was enough, apparently, because Bill clapped him on this shoulder once again, this time in a friendly fashion, and turned to walk back up to the house, just as Ginny was coming out.
"Bill! Mum didn't want me," Ginny groused, hurrying back down to her brother and her boyfriend, "But Fleur is waiting for you and she doesn't look very happy. Not very patient is she?"
"Ah, go easy on Fleur, Ginny," Bill laughed as he started back up the garden towards the house and his half-Veela wife, "It's the full moon…Fleur's in for a long night and she wants to get on with it."
"What? Ewwww!!" Ginny made a face as she guessed at what her brother must mean. His laughter echoing into the night told her that she may have just guessed correctly.
Once Bill was gone, Ginny wrapped her arms around Harry and snuggled into his chest. It was then that she noticed the look on his face.
"What's wrong, Harry?"
"You've got five older brothers," he sighed, hugging her tight.
"Yeah? So?" she looked up at her boyfriend, confused, "What about 'em?"
"Nothing…I just get the feeling it's going to be a long couple of days," he looked down at her and kissed her tenderly on the lips, "But you're worth it."
Flattered by his words, even if she wasn't quite sure about their meaning, Ginny stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him deeply. The kissed last for several moments until the shrill voice of Molly Weasley called out for them from the back door, ordering them back into the house since it was much too dark for respectable couples to be wandering about in the night.
Holding hands, the young couple made their way back into the Burrow for the first of many long nights of Molly watching them like a hawk.
"I'm sorry, Pumpkin…what did you just say?"
"You heard me, Daddy," Hermione Granger replied, "Ron is my boyfriend."
John Granger looked from his daughter's nervously smiling face to the sweaty, anxious face of the redhead next to her, and then down to their hands clasped comfortably together, the fingers interlaced in a very loving way. The young Weasley had every sign of a boyfriend meeting his girlfriend's parents for the first time. His face remained stony, but inside the dentist was smiling – this was a first for him…his little girl had never brought a boyfriend home before…and John Granger planned to enjoy it.
"Does your mother know?" Mr. Granger asked, his voice stern and emotionless.
"Uh…no, Daddy, not yet," Hermione admitted, looking a bit scared at the way her father was glaring unblinkingly at Ron.
"Go tell her."
"Daddy?"
"Go tell your mother that you're dating Ronald," John Granger elaborated for his daughter, "While your boyfriend and I go for a walk."
"Daddy…" Hermione gave her father a stern look, "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going for a walk with Ronald," her father replied, "And we're going to have a talk."
John walked over to the front door and opened it. He turned to face Ron who shot a quick look at Hermione that said help. She returned his look with one that said I'm sorry.
"Shall we go, Ronald?" John asked, remaining stone-faced.
Ron nodded and started to take one tentative step after another until he was outside, walking down the concrete walkway next to his girlfriend's father. The nervous redhead shoved his hands in his pockets as he kept pace with the stern-faced dentist as they walked in silence for more than a block. Turning a corner, they continued to walk in silence as the little white house and the slight comfort provided by Hermione's presence disappeared.
They continued to walk in silence until they reached a small park full of trees and flowers. Dr. Granger led Ron over to a stone bench in front of a concrete chess table. Ron's eyes brightened at the prospect of playing chess, until he realized that beating his girlfriend's father at chess might not make the best first impression.
"Sit," Dr. Granger said sternly, finally breaking the silence that Ron had endured for what seemed like hours (but had only been about ten minutes).
Ron did as he was told and Hermione's father followed suit, sitting across from him with the black and white chessboard spanning the space between them. Dr. Granger began setting up the chessboard, placing the white pieces in front of Ron.
"Do you play?" John Granger asked as he finished standing the chessmen in their proper rows. He already knew the answer, from something Hermione had once said about her First Year at Hogwarts. The young man before him was supposed to be some kind of chess master, while John, himself, knew how to play…just not well. He was testing the boy's integrity. Would Ron lose on purpose to try to get his girlfriend's father to like him? John hoped not.
"A bit," Ron lied, taking a seat and wiping his sweaty hands on his pants.
Dr. Granger frowned slightly at the lie, "By all means then, Ronald, make your move."
Ron moved the pawn in front of his queen out two spaces. Dr. Granger then moved the pawn in front of his king's side bishop out two. He looked up to watch the boy who concentrated solely on the board and then moved the pawn in front of his king's side knight out one.
"So tell me, Ronald," John began, moving his king's knight up two and over one, "How long have you and my little girl been dating."
Ron moved his king's bishop diagonally up one, slipping it between his previously moved pawn and his king's knight, "Officially, for almost a week…since the day after my brother's funeral."
"Your brother's…?" John looked up at Ron, a look of surprise on his face as he moved his king's pawn forward one, "I…I didn't know. I'm sorry for your loss."
"Thanks," Ron mumbled, moving his king's knight up two and over one.
John moved his king's side knight's pawn forward one. An uncomfortable silence ensued as Ron moved his queen's knight up two and over one. Dr. Granger slid his king's bishop diagonally across the board until it was adjacent to Ron's queen's knight. Ron countered by moving his queen's side castle's pawn up one, adjacent to John's bishop.
"Did your brother…" John began.
"Fred," Ron said interrupting.
"Did Fred...die in the…" John wasn't sure what to call the conflict Hermione had told him about. He didn't quite comprehend all this business about Dark Lords and Death Eaters – how does one eat death? He did understand that his only child – and he and his wife by extension – had been in grave danger since she was eleven, and now that danger was gone, thanks to his daughter and her two best friends. John took Ron's queen's knight with his bishop, "Check."
"In the war? Yeah," Ron took Dr. Granger's bishop with his queen side knight's pawn, "He was killed in the final battle."
Another uncomfortable silence developed between the two men when the only thing that could be heard was the sound of chessmen being moved about. John moved his queen's side castle's pawn forward two. Ron moved his king's pawn up one. John's king's side castle's pawn was then moved two. Ron's king's knight moved up two and over one. John examined the board, trying to suss out what Ron was up to, thinking carefully about his next move.
"You said you've been officially dating Hermione for a week," John said, remembering Ron's earlier comment, "What about unofficially?"
John moved his queen's pawn up one, adjacent to Ron's knight, ready to take the piece with his next move. Ron's knight moved over two and up one, taking John's king's side bishop's pawn, placing him within striking distance of the king's castle.
"I dunno," Ron muttered, concentrating more on the game than the conversation. A voice in his head said he should be more involved in talking instead of playing, but the strategist in him persisted on giving the chessboard his attention, "I guess since the end of Sixth Year. We kept dancing around our feelings until ten days ago."
John moved his king's castle forward two, placing it next to Ron's knight, "What happened ten days ago that made you stop dancing?"
Ron pulled his knight back, retreating to its previous position, not ready to lose his favorite piece, "We thought we were going to die in the final battle against Voldemort."
John looked up at the boy sitting across from him. He was barely eighteen…how could he have dealt with so much in his short life? Not just fighting in a war, but leading the fight alongside his two best friends. How many times in the last seven years had this boy faced death? For that matter, how many times had his little girl? John didn't know the answer, but he was determined to find out…determined to spend more time with his daughter who had seen far too much in her eighteen years.
Ron looked up, noticing Dr. Granger staring at him with a look of disbelief on his face. Ron blushed and looked back down at the board, "It's your go, Dr. Granger."
John responded by moving his queen's knight up two and over one…placing it directly in the path of Ron's king's bishop. "Damn!"
Ron chuckled at Dr. Granger's swearing, "Don't let Hermione hear that," he joked, moving his queen's bishop diagonally one, placing it in front of his queen, instead of taking Dr. Granger's knight.
"Does she get on you about swearing?" John asked looking up, a smile tugging at his lips, "Her mum's the same way…won't let me get a Hell or a damn in edgewise." John moved his queen's side bishop's pawn ahead two.
"With me, it's bloody," Ron laughed, relaxing a bit at the shared experience, "I can barely get the bloody word out of my mouth before 'Mione's on me about my language." The pawn John just moved had been the only deterrent keeping Ron's bishop from taking his knight, and sure enough Ron's next move took the knight, "Check."
"Damn!" John cursed again, moving his queen's bishop in front of the queen to block Ron's bishop, "Wait…did you just call her 'Mione?"
Ron smiled, "Yeah…that's kind of my pet name for her. She hated it at first, but I think it's grown on her. I called her Hermy once and she slugged me." Ron slipped his knight up two and over one, taking John's king's pawn, endangering his queen.
John chuckled at the boy's comment about his daughter hitting him, until he saw how desperate his situation was on the chessboard. He moved his queen over one to save it. "You know you lied to me earlier. You said you play a bit…but Hermione tells me you're some kind of chess genius."
Ron blushed, both at the compliment from his girlfriend, and at being caught in a lie by her father, "Sorry 'bout that. Truth is I'm wicked at wizard's chess…but never really played Muggle chess before." Ron moved his knight two over and one up, "Check."
"There's a difference between the two games?" John asked as he moved his queen forward taking Ron's second knight…the only two pieces he'd managed to capture. His queen was now poised to take Ron's bishop on his next move.
Ron quickly slid his bishop diagonally two spaces taking Dr. Granger's queen's castle. "Sure. The pieces move and talk and fight each other in wizard's chess. It's much more exciting. Err…not that this is bad."
"Sounds interesting," John moved his knight over two and up one, onto the center of the board, "I'd like to see that sometime."
"Sure, I'll bring my set with me next time," Ron said as he moved his bishop and took the knight Dr. Granger had just moved.
"Why do I get the feeling I'm going to lose?" John said, smirking, as he moved his castle over two.
"I don't know what you mean," Ron said, smiling. He slid his queen diagonally across the board, taking another of John's pawns. "Check."
Grimacing, John slid his king over one, "You know…you cost me ten quid."
"Quid?" Ron looked up confused.
"Quid…a pound…Muggle money," John explained.
"Oh…how'd I…?"
"I thought for sure Hermione would wind up dating Harry," John said, grinning, "Mrs. Granger said that it would be you. I told her Harry was much better suited to Hermione…judging by the way she said you two always fought. But Lizzie swore it would be you…said it was her women's intuition. So we placed a wager on it…and when we get back, she's going to make me pay up."
"Sorry," Ron mumbled, looking down at the board, "If it makes you feel better…I always thought it would be Harry, too. Well…not really thought it…more like…feared it would be him." Ron unenthusiastically slid his queen forward to the end of the board and muttered, "Check."
John moved his castle back two, placing it between his king and Ron's queen, "Don't get too down about it, Ron," Dr. Granger said, reaching over to put a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder, "I'm sure Hermione made the right choice."
Ron smiled a little at Dr. Granger's words, and at the fact he'd called him Ron instead of Ronald. He moved his queen over, taking Dr. Granger's second castle, "Check."
Dr. Granger slid his bishop in between his king and Ron's queen. Ron moved his king's pawn up one, causing Hermione's father to stare quizzically at the board. "I wish I could see what you're seeing, Ron. I just don't have your eye for strategy." John took Ron's king's pawn with a pawn of his own.
Ron slid his queen's bishop three spaces along the board, "Check."
John moved his king over one, out of harm's way. He sighed, looking at his nine chessmen standing in a long line at the side of the board, fallen soldiers in his battle against Ron. He then looked at Ron's lone two knights sitting off the board and shook his head. This game was lost before it even began. Ron's queen moved across, taking Dr. Granger's final bishop.
"Check."
John had no recourse but to move his queen into the path of destruction. Ron moved his queen forward, knocking the black queen off the board and finishing the game.
"Checkmate!"
"Nicely done, Ron," Dr. Granger said with a smile, extending a sportsmanlike hand to offer his congratulations. Ron shook it eagerly, smiling back, his eyes glinting in the morning sun. Still keeping Ron's hand clasped in his own, Dr. Granger's smile faded slightly and his eyes bored into Ron's, "Now that we're done playing games, I have to ask you now, Ronald…what are your intentions towards my daughter?"
"What do you suppose he's doing to him?" Hermione asked as she gazed longingly out the window of her parents' Australian home, "They've been gone an awfully long time."
"Well, dear, you did say he was going for a walk with Ronald," Elizabeth Granger said, doing her best to reassure her daughter, "It's not like they can get into a lot of trouble merely going for a walk."
"But what if Daddy hurts him?" she sighed.
"Oh, Hermione," her mother chuckled, "Your father isn't going to hurt Ron. He's probably just trying to get to know Ron…after all, we never really saw much of your friends, except for a few minutes every summer when we would pick you up at King's Cross."
"I know, Mum. I wish you could have gotten to know Ron and Harry…they mean so much to me."
"Well, dear, there's still time," Mrs. Granger said, coming over and hugging her daughter, "We'll make plans once we're back in England…we'll get to know your friends…especially Ron."
"Provided Daddy doesn't kill him."
"Hermione! Do you really think your father is some kind of ogre who would hurt your boyfriend?" her mother laughed at the ridiculous notion, "You do know why he's doing this…don't you?"
Hermione turned to face her mother, the look in her deep brown eyes revealing that no, she didn't know why her father was doing this. Hermione knew a lot of things, but why men do the things they do was not one of them.
"Oh, honey," Mrs. Granger sighed, "His little girl has finally brought a boy home. As much as he dreads the thought of his little girl growing up and leaving him, he's been secretly longing for the day he would get to play the angry father who tries to scare his daughter's first boyfriend."
Hermione looked shocked. Her father was out there somewhere trying to frighten and intimidate Ron. This was a side of her father she'd never even heard of before.
"He's probably out there right now, lulling Ron into a fall sense of security…making friends with him…just so he can lower the boom and scare the pants off him," Elizabeth Granger sighed, pulling the drapes aside and looking out the window for any sign of her husband.
"That's bloody brilliant!" Mal laughed from across the room. He'd been listening in on the conversation while finishing is tea, "Good on Dr. Granger!"
"That's horrible!" Hermione gasped, shooting a dirty look at Marl, "I can't believe Daddy would do that! Poor Ron!"
"Your father really does have an odd sense of humor," Mrs. Granger said with a smile, "It's one of the things that simultaneously attracts me to him and infuriates me all at the same time."
Hermione gave her mother a strange look, as if she was seeing the woman for the first time. She really was a lot like her mother, and not just in appearance. There was a lot about Ron that attracted and infuriated her. She couldn't help wonder if Ron would do something like this when their daughter brought home a boy.
The bushy-haired girl smiled as thoughts of a future where she and Ron had a brood full of bushy-haired, redheaded children filled her mind. That future would come to pass…she knew it. And that comforted her.
"I just hope your father's not sore about losing our wager."
"What wager?"
"You're…uh…serious?" Ron asked, his voice cracking as he pulled his hand back away after Mr. Granger let go of it. He nervously ran it through his mop of red hair.
"Do I look like I'm joking, Ronald?" Dr. Granger asked, crossing his arms and fixing Ron with a stern glare, "Do you find my daughter's affections to be a laughing matter?"
"No, sir, of course not!" Ron exclaimed, put his hands up in a defensive gesture, his eyes wide, "I just didn't think Muggles…I only thought wizard fathers asked about intentions anymore."
"Well, Ronald, my daughter is a witch who is dating a wizard," Dr. Granger said matter-of-factly, "And considering said wizard has just spent the past year living unsupervised in a tent with my daughter, I'm understandably curious as to that wizard's particular outlook for my daughter and her future."
Ron goggled at Dr. Granger for a few moments as it dawned on him just where Hermione got her penchant for speaking in as complex a manner as possible
"Before I say anything about my intentions," Ron said, trying to keep the nervousness from his voice, "I just want to say that nothing happened between Hermione and me…err…Hermione and I…"
"You had it right the first time, Ronald," Dr. Granger said, biting back a smile, "It's Hermione and me."
"Oh…okay. Thanks. So…uh…" Ron tried to regain his train of thought, "In the tent…we were so busy searching for…looking for a way to end the war, and we were so miserable what with everything going on around us and the conditions we were living in…we were as often as not at each other's throats. It wasn't exactly…y'know…romantic."
"And I take it you and Harry were perfect gentlemen during the entirety of your stay within the tent?" the dentist asked, quirking an eyebrow at the redhead in front of him, "Treating her like a lady and being respectful of her feelings and her…privacy?"
"I'll admit that I can be a great bloody git when 'Mione and I get into a row," Ron said, blushing at the thought of how many times he'd actually hurt Hermione's feelings in the last seven-and-a-half years, "But you have to understand that I would never take advantage of Hermione or try to force her into anything."
"That's good to know," Dr. Granger nodded, his face still stern and stony.
"And you have to believe me when I tell you that I respect your daughter a great deal," Ron said, wishing something, anything he said could erase that emotionless mask on Hermione's father's face, "She's brilliant! She's bloody amazing is what she is! Hermione is capable of doing anything…I really believe that. I sometimes wonder why somebody so special and capable of so much would want to be with me…"
Ron looked away as he was hit with a wave of self-doubt and self-loathing as he worried about holding Hermione back and not giving her everything she deserves. The sound of Dr. Granger clearing is throat brought Ron back to reality and the matter at hand.
"I don't just love your daughter, Dr. Granger," Ron said as confidently as he could muster, "I cherish her. I worship her. Hermione is my Everything. I would die for her. I would kill for her. More importantly, I would live for her…for her and her alone."
Dr. Granger wasn't sure what to say to that. There was something in the young man's eyes that told him he was telling the truth. What's more, John Granger could tell that this young man sitting before him had had a chance to see those convictions proven.
"You still haven't answered my question, Ronald," Dr. Granger raised an eyebrow at him, "What are your intentions towards Hermione?"
Harry Potter was happy. Oh, sure, his alone time with his girlfriend, Ginny Weasley, was being severely intruded upon by the constant vigilance of one Weasley chaperone or another, but he was still happy. Ginny did that to him, and even though he now felt as though he was living under the threat of repercussions from her older brothers (two down, three to go), he happy just to be near her because he was in love with her.
After being called inside by Mrs. Weasley, Harry and Ginny sat in the sitting room of the Burrow, talking and playing wizard's chess and stealing chaste kisses every once in a while…all under the watchful eye of George Weasley. It was after 11:00 when the young couple had decided to go to bed, and George happily escorted them up the stairs, making sure that Harry gave Ginny no more than a simple good night kiss before continuing on up to the attic bedroom.
Before Harry entered the bedroom he shared with Ron (for the time being), George stopped and smacked Harry on the back, smiling that big George Weasley smile that had been missing since Fred's death.
"Well, ickle Harry, this is where I get off," George said, stretching dramatically and faking a yawn, "Good night, lover-boy!"
"'Night, George," Harry ignored the lover-boy comment and made his way into Ron's bedroom, smirking at the way Crookshanks was happily curled up on Ron's pillow, snoozing away. Harry began changing into his pajamas. Once he was stripped down to his boxers and about to pull on the faded pajama bottoms, he felt a slight pinching in his groin. It quickly became uncomfortable and then from there proceeded to painfully burning.
Concerned about what could possibly be going on down there, Harry quickly pulled down his boxers in order to investigate. What he found…or didn't…scared the living daylights out of him. His green eyes widened to the size of saucers and a horrified scream escaped his lips.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!"
Suddenly, the door to Ron's room opened and a grinning face could be seen looking on at the Boy-Who-Screamed.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Potter?" George asked, barely containing his laughter.
"Yes there's a bloody problem!" Harry yelled, turning to look at George as he stood there with that Cheshire grin on his face, "My BITS are gone!!"
"Oh…THAT," the earless Weasley chuckled, "Yes, well, I had to have some sort of insurance that my sister's innocence remained in tact! Sweet dreams, Harry!"
-- End Chapter 21 --
Author's End Notes: I'm hoping the chess sequence in the middle ddn't drag too bad. I actually played out the game using my skill (as a sim for Dr. Granger) against my computer's chess program set at its highest level (as a sim for Ron). I know it probably ran a little long, but I thought it was a good sequence. But, what did you guys think?
Good news! I managed to finish Ch. 22 last night, so there will be new content tomorrow! I'm working on Ch. 23 as we speak, so hopefully knew content for Saturday, too!