A/N: Written for the second round of the Fanfiction Triwizard Tournament.

It was Mother's Day. Well, not the real Mother's Day, but the Weasley's always celebrated it sometime after Hogwarts, because they couldn't do it at school. When Hermione woke up that morning and walked downstairs in her pyjamas, she could instantly tell by the way Bill was cooking at the kitchen while Molly sat at the table looking relaxed and happy. It was the only day the twins behaved, to her knowledge. In fact, the two of them were currently sitting next to her, ready to cater to her needs at a moment's notice. Ron, as usual, was already stuffing food into his mouth while simultaneously handing her an enchanted card.

Hermione went and sat across from the red-headed woman. "Happy Mother's Day, Mrs. Weasley."

The woman smiled at her kindly. "Thank you, dear." As she was lifting a piece of pancake into her mouth, she glanced at her youngest son and paused. Considered. And then a grin spread across her face. "How would you like to have afternoon tea with me later Hermione?" she asked, secretly rubbing her hands under the table.

Charlie, who was just coming up behind them, gave his mum an odd look before shrugging and settling down to eat.

Hermione looked surprised and a little touched. "Of course, Mrs. Weasley. I'd love to!"

After breakfast, Hermione rushed up to her shared room with Ginny and for the first few minutes, was frantically fixing up her hair. Then she stopped and stared at her reflection. What was she doing? She didn't need to impress Mrs. Weasley. She had seen her in her pyjamas for Merlin's sake!

'Except for the fact that she's the mother of a certain red-headed boy.' A voice said snidely in her head. She shoved it down viciously and walked downstairs.

She stood in the doorway of the kitchen hesitantly, wondering if she should come in.

"Mrs. Weasley?" she asked uncertainly. "Are you sure you don't want to have tea with your children? It is Mother's Day after all."

Molly simply beamed at her and waved her off. "Nonsense! I can see my boy's every day. Come, sit down."

Hermione softly smiled at the older woman and took a seat across from her. It was peaceful to sit by the window and a bit strange too. The Burrow was usually loud and chaotic, not quiet and passive.

"So, how was Hogwarts this year?" Molly asked.

Hermione paused, considering. "It was… hectic, to say the least." That was a huge understatement. With the basilisk and all the paralyzed people, the whole year had been wrought with panic and fear.

Hermione snapped out of her brief moment of thought and smiled sheepishly at Molly. The woman simply beamed back. They were having a very nice conversation until she asked The Question that Hermione dreaded.

"So dear, do you have anyone you like at Hogwarts?" Molly asked mischievously, leaning forward to whisper.

Hermione, shocked, was unable to hide the redness that spread across her face.

Molly grinned. "So you do then? Who is it?"

"I-I don't like anyone!" Hermione stuttered in embarrassment. She inwardly cursed her own body for reacting like that.

Thankfully, she was soon saved.

Light footsteps sounded as Ron Weasley came into the kitchen. "Hey mum, do we have any tape?" He asked, glanced down at Hermione, who refused to meet his gaze. As Molly went to rummage through the cubboards, Ron leaned down to eye level with the girl. Again, she reverted her gaze to the wall behind him. Just as he was going to sigh in exasperation and straighten up, Molly came up right behind him and accidently bumped into him.

Hermione's eyes flashed wide open in shock. Ron's equally surprised gaze met hers. Dimly, at the back of her mind, she registered that his lips were actually softer than they looked. Then, the moment was over and the two broke apart silently. Ron's face changed from astonished to furious as he saw the twins behind him, who had just happened to come in at that moment.

"Fred! George!" He roared in anger.

The twins gave their mum an amazed look. How did she do it? Was it just them or were all mother's slightly insane? She had timed the kiss so perfectly that when the two came in, Ron would blame them! It was… the work of a true prankster. Those were the thoughts that flashed in their minds for a split second before they were being chased by their murderous brother.

Left in the kitchen, Hermione touched her lips, which still burned pleasantly from where she had been kissed. Her first kiss… she smiled dazedly and floated up the stairs without another word.

Molly smiled happily. Her plan had worked perfectly!