Warning! Not for children. Language and sexual situations.
* Denotes personal POV
Diary of a Frustrated Wife by Yawning
Chapter 2
As the Weasley parents slept in, the children sat around eating the breakfast they had scrapped
together. The tiny kitchen was filled with loud conversation, overflowing with red haired children
and friends. The twins, Fred and George, along with siblings Ron, Ginny sat around the large
wooden breakfast table entertaining guests Harry and Hermione.
"Mum never sleeps in. You don't think she's sick, do you?" Ron questioned around a mouthful of eggs. The table was covered with plates of scrambled eggs, sausages, grits, bowls of oatmeal and buttered bread.
"Don't talk with your mouthful, Ron. No one wants to see that early in the morning." Ginny grimaced, reaching for the glass pitcher of orange juice in front of her.
Fred and George nodded in unison, causing Harry to snicker and wink at Hermione and Ginny. They all shared a laugh at poor Ron's expense. His reddish tint earlobes and the dirty look he sent them was his only reply.
The explosion of laughter greeted Molly and Arthur when they came downstairs twenty minutes later. That and the mess in the kitchen the children had made...A skillet with dried egg bits was soaking in sink, dishes and cups piled over one another, large grease stains on her counter top, crumbs everywhere!
"Good gracious! Look at this mess!" Molly furiously gasped. Her face reddened to match her hair as she practically puffed up in anger.
"But Mom, we can clean it up with-" said Fred, sweated nervously. There was nothing in the world scarier than Molly Weasley's anger. Nothing.
"That's not the point! Who do you expect cleans up all the messes around here?" Molly asked, in a dangerous sort of voice.
"Now Molly, the kids will clean up their mess. If they made it, they'll clean it." Arthur firmly stated. He put his arms around her shoulders, rubbing soothingly in hopes of calming her.
"They'll clean it all right! And no magic, either. And I have plenty more chores for the children to do. They'll not be lazing about this vacation." Molly said. She stared her children down in her meanest look, before turning to Harry and Hermione.
"But not you two dears. You're guest in our home. So just make yourself comfortable." she smiled at the two, genuinely happy to have them.
Harry and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, glad at the moment not to be included in the wrath
of Mrs. Weasley. The Weasley siblings grumbled to themselves about the unfairness of it all as
they set to work cleaning up-and without magic.
While the children worked, husband and wife shared a secret grin between them as they sat down
to eat the remaining breakfast. Harry and Hermione wisely found things to occupy their attention
outside in the yard.
"Awfully harsh weren't you, Molly?" Arthur whispered, leaning his head toward her.
"Yes, but it's a lesson they need to learn. Besides, I don't have any energy to clean up after anyone this morning." she winked, sipping at her juice. He chuckled in reply.
Arthur eat quickly, plowing through his eggs and sausage, while Molly only sipped daintily at her drink.
"Hon, you're going to have to-" he started.
"I told you, I need to loose some weight. As of this moment I'm on a diet." Molly announced.
Arthur frowned at her, but held his tongue. He didn't think she needed to lose a pound, but she was too stubborn to listen and he couldn't really get into with the children around. He'd have to do something about this fool idea of hers later.
Getting out of his chair, he wiped his mouth, straightened his green robe and glasses."I'm off to work. I'll be home early to get you for the party. Kids be good and mind your mum." Arthur said.
He bent and gave Molly a quick kiss on the lips before disapparating to work at the Ministry of Magic.
"Guess Mum's not sick at all." Ron grouched, washing a particularly caked on plate. He hated
washing dishes, especially the muggle way. He just didn't understand how muggles could stand
it?
"Shut up, idiot. Don't get her on a roll." George hissed as he and Fred dried. Ginny nodded to
that while she stacked up the clean dishes. They all turned to see where she was and she was still
at the table. Watching them. The four Weasley children sighed in defeat. This break away from
school did not seem to be going their way at all.
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After tormenting her children with chores for two hours, Molly sent them off to enjoy the rest of
the day-thankfully away from the Burrow. Frankly, she wanted the peace and quiet. Warning the
children to be careful and making sure they had money, she allowed them to leave.
"Promise to be home before dark. And no funny business or getting into trouble." Molly said, looking meaningfully at her twin sons, Fred and George. They had the nerve to appear shocked by the insinuation, causing everyone else to laugh.
"Be careful now." Molly begged. She couldn't help but hug each and every child, ignoring their protests and halfhearted efforts to stop her. Harry, blushing red, tried to wipe the smile from his face as she hugged him. Mrs. Weasley had become the mother figure he so desperately needed, so he often put up with her smothering behavior. Hermione and Ginny shared a smile, while her boys all looked embarrassed, but pleased.
"Bye!" they shouted and waved as they ushered out the front door. And into Merlin know's what.
She was all alone. The clock on the wall pointed to her husband's picture showing him at work and the children in town. The house was so eerily quiet without the sound of screaming children. Only the occasional hooting from the always overzealous Pig, Ron's owl, could be heard. Gazing around the cluttered, but comfy living space, she was dumbfounded.
*I bloody can't believe it. The house it dead quiet-and I don't know what to do with myself. And I wanted peace and quiet. This is a first.*
Molly usually kept very busy while her family was at work or school, doing chores, gardening, cooking and such. But she just wasn't in the mood.
"Maybe I'm the one who needs to get out of the house. Maybe a bit of shopping will do me good?" she wondered. Smoothing out her well worn burgundy rob and checking for her wand, she headed to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of floo powder and went on her way.
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Window shopping for a few minutes, Molly went from store to store until she found something to that caught her eyes. Desdemona's All Purpose Desire Boutique. Desdemona's was infamous for having/selling risque and slightly dangerous magical and muggle items. If you really wanted it, had to have it, Desdemona's sold it.
Of course only insane wizards and witches bothered to shop there...
She only waited outside the shop for a second before opening the door and going inside. The store was well lit and decorated with plush red fabric curtains all along the ceiling. Several large glass cases held strange muggle items she had never heard off. What in the world was a tongue scrapper?
"May I help you madam?"
Molly jerked in surprise as a elderly woman of undetermined years jumped out behind the display case she had been eyeing. Head full of straggly white hair and dressed in a long black dress robe with sparkles circling the collar, she looked peculiar and downright scary.
"I-I was just looking." Molly replied.
"I can help you find that special item you desire, madam. At Desdemona's we have everything to suit your needs." the woman smiled smugly, showing off her mouth full of yellowed teeth. "Oh, please forgive my rudeness. Desdemona's Figglestick at your service."
She held out a thin, wrinkled hand for Molly to shake. Quickly and politely, she shook the withered old hand.
"Hello. My names Molly Weasley. I'm looking to lose weight. But I don't want anything drastic or dangerous, mind you?!" Molly confessed.
"Hmm.Weasley? Had a couple of young ones, haven't you? Yes, children can ruin a woman's figure. Don't worry dear. I have some items for you."
The old woman bent down and pulled out a silver plated box from underneath. She dug inside before pulling out four unknown items. She first held up a black covered spell book. Flipping through the book, she finally found the page she was searching for.
"It's called the Bodicus Sevletisca. It's a powerful incantation that will make you slim as a teenager." the old woman smiled.
"I've never heard of it." Molly stated. She narrowed her eyes suddenly at the shopkeeper. "Sounds like dark magic to me."
"Of course. All the best kinds are."
"What are the side effects? I have the feeling this spell has some."
Sheepishly rubbing the back of her hair, the old lady grinned. "It may cause balding, flatulence, acne and impotence-but that's one thing you don't have to worry over, huh? Ha, Ha!"
Molly counted to ten as she gripped her wand in her robes pocket. *Remember to be kind to the elderly, Molly. Be kind!*
"No. I don't think so. Next." she grimaced.
Holding up a gold bracelet, she laid it out on top of the case."This one is an illusionment charm. It makes whomever wears it look slim. Just imagine how small you want to look and-"
"No. I don't want to deceive anyone. I want to actually lose the weight. I don't need to try and fool myself into thinking I've lost anything." Molly said, shaking her head no.
Nodding, Desdemona moved aside the bracelet to place a small vial of purplish liquid down next.
"This one is a potion that will melt the pounds right off you in no time at all."
"What's the catch?" Molly questioned, suspicious.
"Hmm.Well, once you drink it, you must drink it daily for the rest of your life. Or else..."
"Or else what?"
"Or else the body build up toxins to it and you explode. Literally." Chuckling, Desdemona shrugged her thin shoulders.
"Good day to you." Molly snapped, whisking around, heading for the exit.
"Wait! This last one isn't life threatening at all!" Desdemona shouted, running after a highly ticked off Molly.
Turning around, the much shorter red haired seemed to tower over the taller witch in her rage. "No, but I will be life threatening if I stay here one more minute. Good day!"
Slamming the shop door with such angry force, Molly stormed off as all the curtains fell away from the wall.
Desdemona shook her head in dismay. "Kids today are so impatient. Hmph."
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Walking around Diagon Alley for half an hour was just what Molly needed to calm her temper. Chalking up the trip as a failure, she headed home. Arriving home around five, she wasn't surprised the children weren't home yet. She was pleasantly surprised her husband was though.
"Where in the world have you been, Molly?' Arthur questioned, sliding off the worn out pale gold sofa.
She quickly explained about her trip and subsequent stop at Desdemona's All Purpose Desire Boutique.
"Damnit, I wish you would quit this. You don't need to lose weight. You're fine." Arthur said, running his hand over his forehead in frustration. *Why couldn't she see what he saw in her?*
"I outweigh you, Arthur. My own husband. That's not fine in my book." she snapped.
"Damnit, Molly!" he growled, before grabbing her face in his hands and roughly kissing her on the lips. He captured her lower lip in his mouth and suckled aggressively. Her lips parted, encouraging him to let his tongue play against the soft corners of her mouth. Their mouths relentlessly dueled with one another, mindless for more. Holding her tightly to his chest, he blazed a trail up and down her back with his hands. She moaned aloud as he reached up to stroke her heavy breasts. Her eyes clenched tightly as his fingers teased her nipples through her thin robe and the dress underneath.
"You're perfect the way you are." Arthur whispered, nipping at her left earlobe.
Signing, Molly pulled her head away from his questing mouth. "I don't feel perfect, Arthur."
"I love you just as you are! The only one who doesn't is you!" he yelled.
A raspy clearing of a throat caught the couples attention as they turned their eyes to the open front door.
"Um, are we interrupting? Sorry." Ginny grimaced, blushing to the roots of her hair. Her embarrassed face matched the shocked looks of the other children's. Their facial expressions were answer enough. Whatever they had walked into was probably scaring material. Oh, dear....
That's it for ch. 2. Glad people are getting a kick out of my version of the Weasley's. And
thanks for the nice reviews. See you next chapter! Bye. ^_^