Point of Reference: If you have been reading my entire story then you should already know by now that Mrs. Weasley has been kept in the dark about Hermione no longer dating Draco and what Ron has really been doing for these last three month in Romania. For all Mrs. Weasley knows is that Ron is in Romania getting over his heartache of Hermione cheating with Draco. The original thought behind this chapter is based on how Mrs. Weasley treated Hermione in book 4 when she thought Hermione was dating Harry. In her own way, Mrs. Weasley has been the strongest supporter of the Ron and Hermione ship in Canon. I always found it funny to read Harry/Hermione shippers, before book 6, who thought Mrs. Weasley would look favorably toward their ship. With that being said, I wrote this chapter along that line. Go - Mrs. Weasley! Let the row begin.
Now the POV changes back and forth from Ron to Hermione, a little too quick I grant you, but I went for effect.
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Chapter 37 - Hermione's wrath
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Ron's POV:
Ron had to admit that he was happy to be home again at the Burrow even after an eye-popping hug from his Mom and a more-proud-than-ever slap on the back and a firm handshake from his proud Dad. Even though it meant he was going to miss Charlie, Jane, the rest of the staff, and definitely the Dragons back in Romania. Hopefully, after finishing what he needed to do and graduating from Hogwarts he might one day go back to the Preserve to rejoin them.
Until then he needed to finish his required essay for Hagrid, which had already grown to over thirty-five feet, and only twenty feet was required. He just kept adding more and more information about Dragons and Phoenixes he thought Hagrid would like to read.
Merlin, thirty-five feet - now I'm acting like Hermione. I've going bloody mental.
"What the?" Ron questioned as he felt a weird sensation of anticipation in his body and heard someone approach the Burrow from outside.
-Knock-knock!-
"Who is it?" His Mom asked as she answered the front door.
"It's me, Mrs. Weasley," a familiar voice that Ron knew all too well and what she was going to say next.
"Hermione Granger."
Hermione! Ron's heart raced into overdrive as he accidentally knocked over a bottle of ink onto his parchment.
Bloody hell!
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Hermione's POV:
Hermione felt her body tingling with excitement as she was about to Apparate to the Burrow outside of the front gate. She hadn't even told Ginny or Harry that she was going to see Ron tonight. She made an excuse that she had a special assignment with Professor McGonagall and quickly left the Gryffindor Commons room before she had to answer Harry or Ginny's inquiry on the subject. Quite simply as far as she was concerned she had every right to see him first. Harry had argued and won the right to pick him up at the Hogsmeade train station the next day, but tonight - Ron belonged to her.
Finally. She thought as she looked forward to seeing a smiling Ron again.
"Apparate!"
Even before looking up at Ron's window, she could somehow feel that he was up there waiting for her. To her heart's delight, there was a heartfelt glowing light from his window. She practically skipped to the front door of the Burrow before knocking.
-Knock- -knock!-
"Who is it?" Mrs. Weasley kindly asked from inside before she opened the front door.
"It's me, Mrs. Weasley - Hermione Granger." Hermione said in a cheerful tone as she watched Mrs. Weasley's face swiftly turn from a warm smile to a deep scowl.
"What can I do for you, Miss Granger?" Mrs. Weasley coldly requested.
"I... I came to see Ron." Hermione frighteningly remarked, as she was surprised and a little bit hurt by Mrs. Weasley's negative reaction.
"Ron's busy working on his Co-op essay, so you will have to see him some other time." Mrs. Weasley rudely snapped, then slammed the door in Hermione's face.
-SLAM!-
Hermione choked for air at what had just happened. She bravely started knocking on the door again fearing she might have lost her chance to see Ron.
-KNOCK- -KNOCK- -KNOCK!-
"Mrs. Weasley! Please, Mrs. Weasley… Mr. Weasley said I could come over for dinner anytime!" Hermione yelled into the house hoping that Mr. Weasley's invitation would override Mrs. Weasley's anger.
The door quickly re-opened to find a doubting and scowling Mrs. Weasley standing behind it.
"When did he say this?"
"Wednesday, Mrs. Weasley, in Professor Dumbledore's office. I promise."
"I can't believe Arthur would —" Mrs. Weasley said in a confused voice before conceding defeat. "Very well you can come in and help me cook dinner."
"Cook... ah... you see I don't… yes ma'am." Hermione answered back, as she was a bit nervous, because she was a horrible cook unlike Mrs. Weasley.
Surprisingly, Ron said nothing and continued to stay up in his room even after fifteen minutes of trying to cook with Mrs. Weasley. Unfortunately, it became crystal-clear to Mrs. Weasley that she didn't know how to cook.
"Miss Granger, are you telling me you don't know how to make gravy from scratch." Mrs. Weasley accused her with both hands on her hips watching Hermione pulling out a salad bowl, and cartons of sugar and flour.
"Ah... well you see… Yes ma'am," replied Hermione a little bit ashamed as she could make the most difficult of Potions but never learned how to cook.
"I see, so you were expecting the Malfoy's elves to do that part for you."
Hermione flinched and she immediately recognized the source of Mrs. Weasley anger. "Mrs. Weasley, I'm...I'm not dating Draco Malfoy. I regret ever doing it."
Mrs. Weasley didn't seem the least bit satisfied as she pressed on. "Oh, what's a matter dear, catch him going at it with another girl!"
Hermione could bring herself to answer and instead she hanged her head in shame as Mrs. Weasley answered for her.
"Oh, well who could've seen that coming!?" Mrs. Weasley cracked as she also rolled her eyes in contempt at Hermione. "I mean a boy from such a fine, caring family as the Malfoys'!"
Hermione could certainly see where Ron inherited his ability to be cruel and sarcastic from. "I...I made a mistake." Hermione softly retorted while trying to hold back her tears from Mrs. Weasley on-target sarcasm.
"Nooo! Not the smartest girl at Hogwarts, I mean she couldn't have possibly been STUPID enough to fall in love with that... that evil boy over a smile, a bunch of lies... and WHAT ELSE DEAR?! GINNY HAS WRITTEN TO ME THAT HE'S BEEN WITH SO MANY FOOLISH YOUNG GIRLS THAT HE'S PROBABLY AN EXPERIENCED SHAG BY NOW! WHAT ELSE HAPPENED AFTER YOU FOUND HIM WITH ANOTHER TART?! ARE YOU'RE KNOCKED UP!?"
-Bumpfh!-
A large drop of a noise finally came from Ron's room upstairs. The noise was most likely Ron falling out of his chair by his desk.
"NO! I NEVER HAD SEX WITH HIM!" Hermione hollered in her defense upstairs at Ron instead of Mrs. Weasley.
"NO THEN, WELL WITH ALL THE SNOGGING I HEARD YOU TWO DID IN EMPTY CLASSROOMS…"
"MUM! KNOCK IT OFF!" Ron screamed downstairs from his room interrupting the argument that Mrs. Weasley was determined to win.
A brief silent pause broke out between a red-faced furious Mrs. Weasley and a near-crying Hermione, as Mrs. Weasley no doubt wanted to continue. After a few seconds more, her faced dropped into a look of momentary defeat and then she struggled to speak civil to Hermione once again.
"Here you can make yourself useful by peeling these." Mrs. Weasley reluctantly offered, as she threw down a bowl of potatoes and a knife onto the dinner table for her. "You do know how to peel potatoes?"
"Yes ma'am," answered back a relieved Hermione no longer suffering the open wrath of Mrs. Weasley. She quickly set down at the dinner table and slowly starting peeling a bowl of potatoes. She also made it a point for the rest of the night not wanting to look directly at a scowling Mrs. Weasley again.
After two hours of sweating work in the kitchen with Mrs. Weasley, Ron finally came downstairs to see them. She immediately dropped her pan of dinner rolls and leaped at Ron with a deep hug. At first, a surprised Ron half-heartedly returned the hug by awkwardly patting her on the back, but after a minute, he grasped her body tightly and fully returned her hug as if his life depended on it. Hermione felt happy and relieved as she breathed in his scent and felt the warm sensation of his body. Ron was finally home safe-and-sound in her arms and nothing else mattered to her.
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Ron's POV:
After five minutes of the best hug Ron had ever felt in his entire life his ill-timed father came back home to break it up. Almost for a second, he thought he saw a flash of disappointment across Hermione's face and he hoped it was, because he definitely felt it too.
"Hello son, Molly, oh... hello Hermione!" His Dad joyously announced in high spirits after watching Ron and Hermione hug and then slowly break apart. "I'm glad you took me up on my offer for dinner."
Ron noticed Hermione start to blush and wondered what else had she been talking to his Dad about.
"Arthur, you really did invite her?" His Mum questioned, as she sounded completely in the dark about his Dad's open invitation.
"Oh yes. We always have room at the table for Miss Granger here. Let me just put my coat away and we can all have dinner." His Dad proudly announced as he gave a warm smile to a pleased Hermione with his Mom looking bewildered.
After everyone finally set down at the dinner table, Hermione looked across the table and finally spoke to him directly.
"I'm happy to see you again, Ron."
Ron couldn't help himself as he smiled back to her before answering, "I'm happy to see you too Hermione."
Then an odd silent pause broke out before Hermione who looked like she had something on her mind finally spoke up again.
"Ron, I need to know – do you still love me?"
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Hermione's POV:
Hermione impatiently waited for a shocked Ron to answer her back as he was now coughing out his Pumpkin juice. She could practically see his mind working furiously to come up with an answer to her question. Which was total un-Ron like as he often blurted answers to most questions without even thinking of it beforehand. She realized it wasn't the most opportune time to ask at the dinner table with a speechless Mrs. Weasley and a smirking Mr. Weasley looking on, but this question had been on her heart and mind for the last several weeks and she desperately needed to know the truth about Ron's feelings.
She patiently looked across the table at a struggling red-face Ron as he softly muttered, "I... I don't know." He then looked down at his plate and was unable or unwilling to look up at her or anyone else sitting at the Dinner table.
An eerie period of silence set in as a shocked Hermione considered Ron's answer. It didn't last long as her anger came boiling up and over the top as she slammed her fork down onto the dinner table.
-Slam-
"You don't know?!" Hermione shouted in exasperation as she remembered all the pain and suffering she had to endure for the last three months since Ron had left her.
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Ron's POV:
Ron timidly looked up to see the anger and hurt in Hermione's eyes. She was starting to involuntarily clinch her jaw outwardly, clear her throat, and inhale a breath of air before speaking. He had watched enough Dragons belching huge fireballs at one another to know that one was coming his way. His survival instincts in his head were screaming at his body to run. Except this time, his heart gave the overriding order to stand fast and take it like a man.
He simply watched as Hermione reached down to her dinner plate and scooped up a handful of mash potatoes before she threw it straight at his face.
-Plat!-
His Dad and Mum were even more shocked at Hermione's reaction, but sat in silence as Ron roared back, "Hey, you can't be throwing perfectly good food around!"
He watched in fear as Hermione flashed an even higher state of anger all over her face, immediately scaring Ron to silence as she retorted back.
"I peeled them, boiled them, mashed them, and cooked them just for you. So I could listen to you tell me - you don't know!" Hermione shrieked as she reached out and grabbed another handful of mash potatoes from her plate.
-Plat!-
Ron had to remove the mash potatoes from over his eyes to keep direct eye-contact with an enraged Hermione. In his entire life after years of rowing with Hermione he had never ever seen her this upset.
"Let me tell you what I know, RONALD WEASLEY! For the last six years I waited, hinted, and pushed for you to tell me your true feelings. I had to endure your stupid arguments about Victor and everything else, hoping that you would say – something! You can go into a cave of spiders and Acromantulas with Harry but you can't spend five minutes with me to tell me your true feelings!"
"I went in there to help save you," retorted Ron, instantly realizing his mistake that he shouldn't had said anything.
-Plat!-
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Hermione's POV:
"Always coming to my defense - MY HERO!" Hermione screamed in contempt and was now reaching for the big bowl of mash potatoes on the dinner table; while Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley weren't saying a word as they watched the two of them row.
-Plat!-
"I just gave up and figured that you never wanted a girl like me, especially as you didn't even notice I was a girl until our 4th year. Remember that Ron?!" Hermione screamed, as she was red face and just fed up with Ron and everything else as she grabbed another big handful of mash potatoes.
-Plat!-
"Neville's right, you are a girl!" Hermione mocked in Ron's voice from the 4th year as she chucked a large mound of potatoes at Ron's open mouth.
-Plat!-
"So here we are in our last year of school, where I - make the biggest, stupidest mistake of my life with Draco Malfoy! He said I was beautiful, intelligent, caring, and wonderful. All the things I wanted to hear from you, but instead I heard them from him!" Hermione roared in hatred as she pulled out the last bit of mash potatoes and pitched it at Ron bowing his head in regret.
-Plat!-
"AAGGH!" Hermione growled in volcanic anger as she wasn't through with Ron and looked around the table for something more to use.
"Here, I peeled the spring peas and cooked them for you too." She proudly announced as she scooped a handful of peas and tossed them at Ron.
-PLIFF!-
"And... and like an idiot! I fell for him! I thought he cared, nooo! I was just some stupid cow who he could use to win his stupid Quidditch match. Make the bloody Keeper jealous enough to leave the country so he can go off chasing Dragons and having bar fights with Death Eaters!"
Hermione heard a large gasped of air before she heard Mrs. Weasley finally speak up.
"WHAT?!" Mrs. Weasley demanded to know, obviously hearing the news for the first time as she looked at a livid Hermione, a flinching Ron, and finally onto her nervous husband.
To Hermione it looked as if Mrs. Weasley was completely in the dark about Ronald mis-adventures in Romania. It was something that she was very eager to correct to the detriment of one Ronald Bilius Weasley.
"Oh, Mr. Ronald Bilius Weasley is having a great adventure every single week. While I'm putting fingernail marks in my face week after week, listening to his letters to Ginny and Harry of him drinking, fighting with Dragons, and his deadly barfights with Death Eaters! In top of that he was carrying out some stupid personal vendetta to kill Antonin Dolohov - scaring me to death that he might get killed!" Hermione roared in frustration as she grabbed another handful of peas.
-PLIFF!-
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Ron's POV:
Ron knew he was in trouble, but at the same time, he was dumb-founded that Hermione knew about all the stuff he did via his private letters to Ginny.
"You read my letters to Ginny?!" Ron inquired forgetting not to say anything even though he was covered in mash potatoes and green spring peas that were sticking to the white mash potatoes on his face and hair.
Immediately, he was answered with a flying massive wave of green spring peas.
-PLIFF!- -PLIFF!-
"We all did you PRAT!" Hermione howled as she was now reaching across the table for the dinner roll breadbasket. "Ginny read them every week in the Great Hall. All of them cheering you on as Charlie and you did missions for the Order!"
Ron unmistakably heard a huge gasped of air from the direction of his mother. It immediately told him that she was never in on him doing missions for the Order. He gulped in fear at her response to this news as he slowly tilted his head to look at his shocked mother.
"Arthur, did you know about this?!" His Mum demanded to know in a manner similar to Hermione looking outraged at Ron.
"Ah... dear he might have helped Charlie," softly replied his Dad as he was doing his best to calm his Mum down.
Hermione, however, was determined to be the fly in the ointment.
"Ha! Dumbledore and Mr. Weasley couldn't wait to talk to one another about Ronald. Proud as bloody peacocks, they were. Oh Ronald did this, Ronald did that, I'm so proud of my boy!" Hermione mocked in tribute of their praise toward him. "I heard them two going at it every time I had to go up there and clean the Headmaster's office. For the last three months, I was the only one sick with fear about Ron getting hurt or killed! Merlin, he even managed to break Charlie's record of time spent in the hospital infirmary! He was in the infirmary so often they officially changed the name to the Weasley bed and even wanted to add a Weasley wing."
Ron watched a rather dramatic Hermione pointing her finger accusingly at his dad then him as she testified to his Mum.
"Mollywobbles, it's not like that." His worried Dad defended himself as his Mum turned thin-lipped and red face by the second.
"Arthur, I'll deal with you later." His Mum growled in a low voice snarl then nodded for Hermione to continue. All the while, his Mum scowled at him and his Dad from across the table.
Hermione as if prosecuting a case in front of the Wizengamot for his own death warrant pressed on.
"Forgot to add, week after week Ronald refused to read my letters of apologizes and my begging and pleading with him to be careful and come home!" Hermione shrieked at him with one finger pointed directly at him and the other reaching for the dinner roll basket.
-Puff-
"No, he was having the time of his life and didn't even want to come back to finish school."
Ron inwardly groaned as he looked over at his Mum who gasped again with her eyes opening up wide in shock and then immediately squinting in pure raw anger as she scowled at Ron and then back to his nervous Dad while Hermione tossed another roll at him.
-Puff-
"I had to go running five kilometer through the snow at night to make it to the Hogsmeade Post before closing. Couldn't even think to Apparate, as all I could think of was - you. Just so, I could send you an International Next Day Howler that cost me two Galleons. Cause you wouldn't open none of my letters! It was the only way I could beg and plead for you to come back home safe and sound!"
-Puff- -Puff-
As if feeding an uncontrollable fire his Mum resolutely threw in with Hermione.
"Here dear, you cleaned and cut the vegetables too." His Mum said in a pleasant voice toward Hermione as she slid a dish of cold sliced tomatoes and cucumbers for her to use in his death trial.
"Oh then, there was the two weeks I spent in the library researching that stupid parchment scroll. All because Harry told me that Charlie and your life depended upon it. It didn't even get me so much as a thank you – from you!" Hermione bellowed, while she picked up the vegetable dish and walked around the kitchen table to stand beside a timid Ron.
She reached out and grabbed his shirt then yanked it forward to make an opening.
-SPLAT!-
Ron could only flinch as the cold tomatoes and cucumbers slid downs his chest under his shirt like greasy slugs.
"Wish I had never touched it! All it did was help you to walk into a trap, have your wand broken, get tortured by Voldemort himself, and left for dead in the bottom of a well!"
As if that experience wasn't bad enough for Ron the fact that Hermione told his Mum about it was the same as if she had signed his own Death Warrant. Even the news of him thinking about leaving Hogwarts paled into comparison to what she had just told his Mum. Reluctantly, he glanced over at his Mum. She had gasped so hard that she seemed out of breath and her eyes had open so wide in shock than it looked like her eyeballs were about to pop out of her head.
Both his Dad and he could do nothing more than slump further down into their chairs unable to look at the fuming women in the room.
"To top it all off - my fellow students, my housemates, and the Professors all hate me because you left. I can't even think or look at Draco without having to run to the shower to douse in soap to scrub him off every part of me. I can't sleep at night and I can barely pay attention in class because I'm worried to death about you!"
"Hermione dear, don't forget you also helped with the gravy… the hot gravy," his Mum added as she called Hermione by her first name for the first time tonight.
It was Ron's turn to gasp in shock and for his eyes to go big.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," replied a confident Hermione as she reached across the table to grab the gravy dish.
"Please call me, Molly, dear," warmly replied his Mum in a pleasant voice as he watched a resolute Hermione pick up the gravy dish and hold it directly over his head.
All Ron could do was close his eyes and go rigid for what was coming next.
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Hermione's POV:
"To listen to you tell me - I don't know! More like you don't ever want to tell me!" Hermione shouted in pure rage as she grabbed Ron's belt and pants yanked them forward to make a hole to slowly pour hot gravy into his crotch.
"AAGGHH!" Ron cried in scalding pain as Hermione slowly poured hot gravy into his pants.
"Well Ronald Weasley, I suffered all of this because I made the worst mistake of my life causing you to leave for bloody Romaina, and do you know what else Ron?!"
"No," Ron whimpered in pain.
"You could have prevented all of it by telling me how you really felt! YOU INSENSITIVE, TACTLESS, LAZY GIT!" Hermione hollered at him as she poured the last of the hot brown gravy into his pants and dropped the heavy ceramic gravy dish straight on top of his crotch.
"Oof," moaned Ron in pain.
"Thank you Mrs. ...er Molly. I had an excellent dinner." Hermione remarked in a new confident and pleasant tone as she smiled handsomely at Ronald.
Hermione took one last satisfying look at Ron wearing a thick white lumpy coat of mash potatoes with green sprinkles of spring peas all over him. A dinner roll that was still sticking to the mash potatoes in his red hair and cold slices of tomatoes and cucumbers were all over his chest and shirt. Finally, she looked down to see the steam of hot brown gravy coming from inside his pants.
To her surprise, Mrs. Weasley stood up and softly cradled her hand. "Hermione dear, I deeply apologize for earlier and I want to say that you are always welcome here and I mean that. So please stop by more often, even if it's just to visit me."
"I shall, thank you, Molly. Good night, Mr. Weasley, and I'll see you tomorrow at school, Ronald." Hermione calmly stated before making her way out of the kitchen.
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Ron's POV:
There was no questioning the fact, as Hermione confidently strolled out of the kitchen, that she had brilliantly and masterfully prosecuted, tried, and sentenced him to death. Ron was certain of this even if he was having a hard time hearing, what with all the mash potatoes and spring peas in his ears.
"Let me walk you to the door, dear." His Mum warmly offered Hermione with a sweet caring smile as if Hermione was the daughter she always wanted. "Now wrap warmly - it's freezing out there."
As his Mum was about to walk out of the kitchen to join a victorious Hermione in the living room by the front door she turned her head to growl at both his Dad and him. Instantly gone was the sweet caring smile that she had reserved for Hermione. In fact, she had her wand out and was pointing it at the both of them.
"Both of you... don't ... even... think... about moving!"
Ron immediately went frigid in his chair as did his Dad who looked as he had totally lost control of the situation. All they could do was both watch his Mum turn around and join Hermione by the front door.
"Hermione dear, I can't tell you how much I appreciate you coming tonight. I feel like a great light of truth has been shown to me."
"My pleasure, Molly, it was an excellent dinner. Good night!" Hermione declared then triumphantly waved her last goodbye to him.
"Good night, dear. Be careful!" His Mum said to his departing prosecutor.
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Mrs. Weasley's POV:
After a minute of watching the most endearing child that she had ever met leave, Molly finally returned to the dinner table with a face of murderous anger. Unfortunately, she knew her anger had to be solely focused on just one of the men in her kitchen if for no other reason than for effect. If she took on both, then she ran the risk of them sharing in on the punishment. No, it wouldn't do at all as both of them had to suffer the whole punishment individually. However, both of them were deserving candidates in their own rights, but her maternal instincts got the better of her.
"Normally, I would have a go with you, Ronald, but I'll leave that for the morning." She barked as she stormed up to beside her husband and picked up a pan of pudding. "Arthur, I also cooked some things."
Her husband instantly went rigid and her son exhaled in blissful relief as she slowly poured yellow pudding down her husband's red hair.
"Oh Molly, don't worry he's safe and having the time of his life up there. Poor boy is total heart stricken over Hermione." She mocked in a bad imitation of her husband's voice as she continued to slowly pour pudding down his head.
"Then I remember asking you if it was good for him to be missing so much school before his NEWTs'. Do you remember that, Arthur? What was it you told me, or should I say lied to me... oh yes? Oh Ron, has nothing but study time after dinner." She quoted her husband's lies as she dropped the empty pudding pan onto the table and grabbed a bowl of white rice.
She slowly poured and scooped the white rice down Arthur's yellow pudding covered face.
"Tell me, Arthur, do you really think I would've agreed for Ronald to leave school to do dangerous missions for the Order?" She calmly and rationally asked after finishing off the rice and then picking up the big platter of hot roasted lamb that she had cooked.
"No," Arthur whimpered in fear, as he no doubt knew what was coming next.
"Then why, Arthur, did you allow my son to go?" She simply inquired as she grabbed his Ministry work robes, yanked them forward to open a hole for her to pour hot greasy broth from the roasted lamb down his chest.
"AAGGHH! It's hot, Molly!" Arthur squealed in pain as she slowly crisscrossed the hot greasy broth all over his chest.
"Yes it is." She knowingly answered back with a smile at her husband's scalding pain. "I just cooked it."
After pouring out all the hot grease and broth, she carefully lifted the big platter above her husband's head, and then dropped the ten-pound (4.54 kilograms) meat on his crotch. If for no other reason than she wanted to duplicate Hermione's actions on Ron.
"Oof," moaned Arthur in pain.
"Now boys - let tonight be a lesson to the both of you. It's not nice to withhold your feelings or the truth." She advised to both the food-covered men in her dining room while moving the heavy brass platter over to and behind her husband's head. This is where she decided she would be different from Hermione.
-Bang!-
"Ow!" Arthur moaned in pain as he reached the back of his head that was covered in yellow pudding with white rice.
She had to admit she now understood why Hermione had left so proud and confidant. She had only to admire her own work. Arthur was covered in yellow pudding with white rice, a scalding red and broth looking chest, and a huge cooked lamb still sitting on his lap.
"Now since we cooked for both of you; I'll leave you two to clean this up." She ordered.
"Now I'm going to the living room to make up your bed up on the couch, Arthur. You'll be spending a lot of time there. And when I get back I better see this kitchen and table spotless – or so Merlin help me."
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Ron's POV:
After his Mum had confidently walked out for the living room, he finally relaxed that his life was going to last till morning at least. It was almost reassuring in a weird sort of way that both the Father and Son were still alive and sitting in their seats at the dinner table covered in food.
"Dad."
"Yes, Son."
"You okay Dad?"
"For now... how about you Son?"
"I'm okay."
"Dad?"
"Yes, Son?"
"Are women like them… that we seem to attract… are they a part of the Weasley male curse, like me throwing up in the wastebasket when I got lovesick?"
"Truthfully, yes Son. But I think you'll find out that it's still a good curse to have. The women part… that is."
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Hermione's POV:
Hermione made it back to Hogwarts and all the way back up to her private room before saying to herself, "Merlin that felt good! I should cook more often."
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A/N: A part of me still wonders when I originally wrote this story out on paper that I should've ended it here with Ron swooping into Hermione's arms.