A/N Hello all! I trying to get these chapters out fast, but it doesn't seem
to be working! Oh well..
I just want to THANK everyone who's reviewed this story so far. I even have some people who put me on their favorite list! That's just amazing, and thanks oh so much to all of you.
All right, I had a few people who wanted Harry's view. Sorry guys, but you're going to have to wait. I promise I'll do it, but it won't be towards the end. Right now I'm going to do Mrs. Weasley's view.
I don't really think Mrs. Weasley would be like this, but for the sake of the story, she will be.
Oh and P.S: DanielsGirl4eva: I saw what you wrote as a review in Swimming, and you're being ridiculous! Of course I still like you! And I'm sorry if I offended your friend, but I really liked that story, and just felt a little pissed when I read that review! Anyways, I really appreciate you reviewing my stories and all! Thanks a bunch!
Molly Weasley should have listened to Rita Skeeter.
But no, she had listened to Harry Potter:
'Mrs. Weasley, you didn't believe that rubbish that Rita Skeeter wrote in Witch Weekly, did you? Because Hermione's not my girlfriend.'
Rubbish indeed. She hadn't missed the look the Hermione had given the boy after he had finished talking. But she had just ignored it, like all the other little clues that had been left by the two. She had seen them, but never really thought about them.
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It had been summer, and Harry and Hermione, as usual, had been invited to stay at the burrow.
"So Hermione, why didn't you go to Bulgaria this summer?" Ron had asked.
"Oh, I dunno." The two boys looked at her skeptically.
"You had to of had a reason 'Mione." Harry said.
Oh that nickname he had always called her was another thing she had missed, anyways:
She looked at him, "I would just rather be here that's all."
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Never once, during that time had she looked at her little Ronniekins. There were countless other things too. Those little looks in between them happened more than once. And, they always seemed to know what the other was thinking.
They must have been going behind everyone's backs for a long while. Someone just caught them now.
Oh, how she detested Hermione Granger and Harry Potter.
Then why were they coming to the Burrow for Christmas?
Then why was she in the car with Arthur going to pick them up?
The reason for this still bewildered her.
Why would her babies want those * traitors * come to their home for Christmas?
Hadn't they done enough damage?
Arthur must have noticed the look on her face, "Honey, will be there soon, so why don't you settle down. We don't want to make Harry and Hermione seem * unwelcome* now, do we?"
She couldn't help it, she snorted aloud.
Arthur sighed, "I know you're upset, but obviously Ron and Ginny have forgiven them. Why can't you?"
She felt like screaming, but instead she merely said, "I'm not upset."
He gave her that look, the one that said: 'You're lying!' but he said nothing.
They pulled into Kings Cross Station, and parked the cark, or whatever it was called.
Why did they always have to use these strange Muggle objects?
They went through the barrier, trying to keep a smile on her face the whole while.
As soon as she spotted them, her fake smile immediately faded. Her eyes narrowed, and her jaw became clenched.
All four of them were there. Ronnie and Gin were standing there laughing at something that Harry had just said. His arm was around Hermione, whose head was leaning slightly on his shoulder, and she was laughing also.
Oh, it made her so * mad *. They were such.such... She couldn't find a word for it, but she new that this scene in front of her was so.. Wrong.
Then why did it look so right?
What? Where had that thought come from? Right? How could hurting her babies be right?
She stalked over. Arthur was patting her back, trying to comfort her, but it wasn't working.
"Ron! Ginny!" They spun around, and exchanged glances. She also saw Harry remove his arm from Hermione.
Too late! You've already been caught, you little...
"Hey Mum." She gave them both a big hug.
There was an awkward silence as she straightened up, and looked directly at Harry and Hermione. They both looked extremely nervous.
Which was good, they should be.
"Hello Harry. Hermione." She gave them both a curt nod.
"Hello Mrs. Weasley."
Oh they were so innocent on the exterior.
"Mum." Ginny's voice was tense, "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
She brought back her fake smile, "Of course sweetie."
She and Ginny walked over to a deserted area of the station. As she looked over her shoulder, she saw Ron talking to Harry and Hermione. He looked like he was apologizing.
She scolded, what was * he * apologizing for.
Ginny seemed to read her thoughts, "He apologizing for what * you * did."
"Virginia Weasley! Don't you start with me."
This seemed to do it for Ginny, "I've had it Mum! In all your letters you're saying how ungrateful Harry and Hermione have been, and how wrong they've been, but have you even stopping for one second to actually look at them?" Her knuckles were clenched tight. "You don't get it! All you think about is what they've done to Ron and I, but we're over it! Why can't you let it go?!" She was practically yelling now.
"Let it go? Let it go! How am I supposed to let a thing like * that * go."
Maybe they had brainwashed her baby.
"Look at them!"
"What is this supposed to..?"
Ginny's voice softened, "Just look at Harry and Hermione, Mum."
She did.
It was a normal scene. Harry's arm was back around Hermione, as it had been before she had stormed over.
"Look at their eye's Mum. Can't you see it?"
She peered into their eyes, which wasn't an easy task since they were so far away. But even from the distance she was at, she saw the look Harry was giving Hermione, and Hermione to Harry.
She was surprised she hadn't recognized it before, well, maybe she had, but she had been to blind by her rage to comprehend it.
"Do you see it Mum? Do see the look in their eyes when the look at each other. Surely you must recognize it."
And she did. How could she not?
She gave her daughter a big hug, " Who are you and what have you done with my little girl?"
As she hugged her little girl, who wasn't so little any more, she looked over her shoulder once again.
Then she realized that even if she had been cold to Harry and Hermione the rest of her life, even if Ron and Ginny had never forgiven them, even if everyone had shunned them for the rest of their lives, well, then Harry and Hermione's love for each other would still be there.
Who was she to come in between that?
PLEASE REVIEW!
ALSO, CONSTRUTIVE CRITICISM IS WELCOME! I could improve a bunch!
I just want to THANK everyone who's reviewed this story so far. I even have some people who put me on their favorite list! That's just amazing, and thanks oh so much to all of you.
All right, I had a few people who wanted Harry's view. Sorry guys, but you're going to have to wait. I promise I'll do it, but it won't be towards the end. Right now I'm going to do Mrs. Weasley's view.
I don't really think Mrs. Weasley would be like this, but for the sake of the story, she will be.
Oh and P.S: DanielsGirl4eva: I saw what you wrote as a review in Swimming, and you're being ridiculous! Of course I still like you! And I'm sorry if I offended your friend, but I really liked that story, and just felt a little pissed when I read that review! Anyways, I really appreciate you reviewing my stories and all! Thanks a bunch!
Molly Weasley should have listened to Rita Skeeter.
But no, she had listened to Harry Potter:
'Mrs. Weasley, you didn't believe that rubbish that Rita Skeeter wrote in Witch Weekly, did you? Because Hermione's not my girlfriend.'
Rubbish indeed. She hadn't missed the look the Hermione had given the boy after he had finished talking. But she had just ignored it, like all the other little clues that had been left by the two. She had seen them, but never really thought about them.
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It had been summer, and Harry and Hermione, as usual, had been invited to stay at the burrow.
"So Hermione, why didn't you go to Bulgaria this summer?" Ron had asked.
"Oh, I dunno." The two boys looked at her skeptically.
"You had to of had a reason 'Mione." Harry said.
Oh that nickname he had always called her was another thing she had missed, anyways:
She looked at him, "I would just rather be here that's all."
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Never once, during that time had she looked at her little Ronniekins. There were countless other things too. Those little looks in between them happened more than once. And, they always seemed to know what the other was thinking.
They must have been going behind everyone's backs for a long while. Someone just caught them now.
Oh, how she detested Hermione Granger and Harry Potter.
Then why were they coming to the Burrow for Christmas?
Then why was she in the car with Arthur going to pick them up?
The reason for this still bewildered her.
Why would her babies want those * traitors * come to their home for Christmas?
Hadn't they done enough damage?
Arthur must have noticed the look on her face, "Honey, will be there soon, so why don't you settle down. We don't want to make Harry and Hermione seem * unwelcome* now, do we?"
She couldn't help it, she snorted aloud.
Arthur sighed, "I know you're upset, but obviously Ron and Ginny have forgiven them. Why can't you?"
She felt like screaming, but instead she merely said, "I'm not upset."
He gave her that look, the one that said: 'You're lying!' but he said nothing.
They pulled into Kings Cross Station, and parked the cark, or whatever it was called.
Why did they always have to use these strange Muggle objects?
They went through the barrier, trying to keep a smile on her face the whole while.
As soon as she spotted them, her fake smile immediately faded. Her eyes narrowed, and her jaw became clenched.
All four of them were there. Ronnie and Gin were standing there laughing at something that Harry had just said. His arm was around Hermione, whose head was leaning slightly on his shoulder, and she was laughing also.
Oh, it made her so * mad *. They were such.such... She couldn't find a word for it, but she new that this scene in front of her was so.. Wrong.
Then why did it look so right?
What? Where had that thought come from? Right? How could hurting her babies be right?
She stalked over. Arthur was patting her back, trying to comfort her, but it wasn't working.
"Ron! Ginny!" They spun around, and exchanged glances. She also saw Harry remove his arm from Hermione.
Too late! You've already been caught, you little...
"Hey Mum." She gave them both a big hug.
There was an awkward silence as she straightened up, and looked directly at Harry and Hermione. They both looked extremely nervous.
Which was good, they should be.
"Hello Harry. Hermione." She gave them both a curt nod.
"Hello Mrs. Weasley."
Oh they were so innocent on the exterior.
"Mum." Ginny's voice was tense, "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
She brought back her fake smile, "Of course sweetie."
She and Ginny walked over to a deserted area of the station. As she looked over her shoulder, she saw Ron talking to Harry and Hermione. He looked like he was apologizing.
She scolded, what was * he * apologizing for.
Ginny seemed to read her thoughts, "He apologizing for what * you * did."
"Virginia Weasley! Don't you start with me."
This seemed to do it for Ginny, "I've had it Mum! In all your letters you're saying how ungrateful Harry and Hermione have been, and how wrong they've been, but have you even stopping for one second to actually look at them?" Her knuckles were clenched tight. "You don't get it! All you think about is what they've done to Ron and I, but we're over it! Why can't you let it go?!" She was practically yelling now.
"Let it go? Let it go! How am I supposed to let a thing like * that * go."
Maybe they had brainwashed her baby.
"Look at them!"
"What is this supposed to..?"
Ginny's voice softened, "Just look at Harry and Hermione, Mum."
She did.
It was a normal scene. Harry's arm was back around Hermione, as it had been before she had stormed over.
"Look at their eye's Mum. Can't you see it?"
She peered into their eyes, which wasn't an easy task since they were so far away. But even from the distance she was at, she saw the look Harry was giving Hermione, and Hermione to Harry.
She was surprised she hadn't recognized it before, well, maybe she had, but she had been to blind by her rage to comprehend it.
"Do you see it Mum? Do see the look in their eyes when the look at each other. Surely you must recognize it."
And she did. How could she not?
She gave her daughter a big hug, " Who are you and what have you done with my little girl?"
As she hugged her little girl, who wasn't so little any more, she looked over her shoulder once again.
Then she realized that even if she had been cold to Harry and Hermione the rest of her life, even if Ron and Ginny had never forgiven them, even if everyone had shunned them for the rest of their lives, well, then Harry and Hermione's love for each other would still be there.
Who was she to come in between that?
PLEASE REVIEW!
ALSO, CONSTRUTIVE CRITICISM IS WELCOME! I could improve a bunch!