Standard Disclaimer: Don't own any part of Harry Potter. J.K Rowling's has that honor. I'm just a fan. Although
my interpretation of these characters in this story are mine!
* Denotes personal POV
Warning! Not for children. Language and slight adult situations.
Diary of a Frustrated Wife by Yawning
Chapter 3
*Okay, having your children walk in on you and your husband is quite embarrassing, but the
absolute horror on their faces did seem unnecessary.*
"Oh- oh your back. How was the shopping trip?" Blushing, Molly stepped back from an equally
flustered Arthur and smoothed down her robe like nothing had happened.
Silence. No one said anything as they all continued to stand around and gawk at one another.
Harry, Hermione and Ginny nervously exchanged shocked glances. Ron just stood there red faced
with his mouth gaped open like a fish, while the twins identical expressions of disbelief were
quickly changing to smirks as the situation finally sunk in.
After the awkwardness became too much, Hermione stepped forward. "Um, we just went to a
few shops. Dervish and Banges, Zonko's Joke shop and The Three Broomsticks. Nothing
special. Uh, probably should put away this stuff, right guys?"
She gestured to her three bags and pointedly stared at the others packages.
"Yeah. Let's do that right now." said George, trying vainly to wipe the devilish grin off his face.
Fred nodded and muttered under his breath. "Besides I think I need to dunk my head in a vat full
of scalding water."
Each using the same excuse, the group raced up the Weasley's crooked staircase and out of sight.
Slamming bedroom doors signified the couple were alone.
"Well, we sure know how to clear out a room, don't we?" Molly replied, chagrined. No longer
shamefaced about the situation, Arthur chuckled beside her.
"I'll have to remember that the next time I want peace and quiet around here." he replied.
"Arthur! Don't joke like that." Molly admonished, blushing.
"Who said I was joking. And since we were so rudely interrupted, I say we start back up where
we left off. " Arthur winked. He didn't wait for a reply as he took Molly's hand and dragged her
upstairs to their bedroom.
***********
Two flights upstairs with a peeling paint job was Ron and Harry's room. Nearly everything in
the room was a violent shade of orange; from the bed spread to the walls. It was a nausea
inspiring setting but to the boys, especially Harry, it was home.
"Oh Merlin! That was horrible. H-How can they do that?" Ron said aghast, standing in the
middle of the floor, pacing back and forth. His ears were as crimson as his hair, but the mental
imagery refused to leave his mind.
"Don't be a git, Ron. How do you suppose you came about? Cabbage patch?" Harry rolled his
eyes. Now that he was in the safety of Ron's bedroom, the situation now seems quite hilarious.
"Cabbage patch? What's that got to do with-"
Harry sighed, shaking his head as he laid on the corner of his bed. "Never mind, Ron."
Fred and George sat together on the floor passing bags of candies between them laughing. Ginny
and Hermione decided they wanted no part of the boys discussions and set off for the sanctity of
Ginny's room.
"Yes, it's kind of shocking and gross, but come on. Mom had seven children. They obviously
enjoy doing it." Fred snickered at the look of disgust on his younger brothers face. George choked
on the piece of sweet he was chewing and even Harry had to turn his head away to laugh.
"That's just so wrong on so many levels." Ron griped, shuddering at the horror of it all.
***************
In Ginny's room was the exact opposite of her brothers. Soft but tasteful colors decorated the
room. The one color theme that stood out was green. Ginny obviously liked the color green and it
showed in her curtains, matching bed set and accessories. While Ginny nervously packed away
her newly bought items in her dresser drawer, Hermione patiently looked on.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Hermione questioned. She sat down in the middle of Ginny's
bed, sucking on a peppermint stick. The red haired girl stopped and then nodded, sheepishly. She
sat down next to Hermione and started digging into the candy bag for a treat.
"Yeah. I don't know why I'm embarrassed. It wouldn't be the first time I've caught them in the
act." she said, pulling out a lemon drop and popping it in her mouth.
"It wouldn't?" Hermione asked, eyes widening at that revelation.
"No way. Mom and Dad are very affectionate when they don't think we're looking. Remember,
the boys are always out doing something mischievous and I was usually the one home all the
time. Believe me, today was tame in comparison." Ginny replied around a mouth full of sweet.
"Then why the surprise?" Hermione asked.
"Because it's always a shock knowing your parents do that. That they had to do that to make
you. You'd think they'd get tired of it. Ew." Ginny blushed and shrugged.
*Yeah, seeing Mr. And Mrs. Weasley making out one time is traumatizing enough, but more than
once? Yikes. God, I'm glad my parents bedroom is on another floor than mine.* Hermione patted
the younger girls hand in sympathy.
***********(Lemon scene cut)
Molly and Arthur stayed locked up in their room for two hours before emerging stylishly
dressed (for their modest budget) for the dinner party at the Ministry of Magic. Their matching
green robes and bright red hair made for a stunning, attractive combination. The children remained
stuck in their rooms and Molly didn't blame them. She whipped out her wand and slapped
together a nice quick meal for the children to dine on. Ham and mashed potatoes, string beans and
diner rolls would be a nice, easy meal. And a nice chocolate cake for dessert so she could feel less
guilty about the scene from earlier.
When it became dark outside and time to leave, Arthur yelled for the children to see them off.
Molly stood in the kitchen fussing with her robe as the children came down.
"All right, we'll be out late and don't know when we'll be back. If you need us, you know where
to contact us. Hermione, you're in charge." Molly said.
"What?! That's not fair." Fred argued, in disbelief, his gaze going back and forth between his
parents.
"Yeah, she's not even a Weasley. No offense Hermione." George replied to the younger girl.
"None taken." Hermione said, fighting to keep a smile off her face. She winked and Harry and
Ron as Ginny snickered beside her.
Arthur held up his hand to quiet the commotion down and Molly took charge.
"You've seem to forgotten I gave birth to you. I know you better than you know yourselves.
And that's why she's in charge." Molly said, giving her children the dreaded look, especially the
twins. Fred and George grumbled to themselves. But Ron and Ginny wisely kept silent.
Giving each of the children a hug and a kiss, the couple waved bye and disapparated.
**********
The Ministry party was in full swing as guest mingled about, talking and eating when the
Weasley's arrived. Spotting Cornelius Fudge in the corner, Arthur waved to his boss. Although
Fudge wasn't a favorite person to Molly for his stubborn refusal in believing You Know Who
was back, she still politely smiled.
When Fudge gestured Arthur to come over, Molly told him to go one and she'd mingle. She
didn't feel like biting her tongue and knew Fudge would say something stupid to anger her blood.
She reached for a glass of pumpkin juice at a nearby table as her husband walked away.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't little Molly Weasley." a snide voice whispered behind her. She
stiffened, but didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
Lucius Malfoy...Damnit.
How do you like them apples? I love Molly's character and am compelled to write her (my
version) story. Well, stick around for more in the little saga of Molly Weasley. Bye. ^^