Chapter 3 of A "Burrowing" Affection
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Harry ran to Hermione's side, thinking the worst. When he got to Hermione she was staring open-mouthed at the small clearing just ahead of them. Ron was sitting at one of the small stone tables the Weasley's often at lunch at, having an animated conversation with a girl of about 17. Harry gave Hermione a puzzled look and stepped closer to the clearing. Hermione pulled at Harry's arm and motioned for him to follow her. She led him back into the house and told Mrs. Weasley they had found Ron. Molly looked expectantly over their shoulders, her face full of confusion when she didn't see him behind them or in the doorway. "And?" She demanded, already starting to swell up into her somewhat bigger, somewhat scarier mother self. Harry silently mused how Mrs. Weasley could so easily change from her sweet self into a saber tooth tiger. Hermione and Harry stumbled through explaining what they witnessed.
Mrs. Weasley was fuming when they finished. "How dare he! Sneak out in the night, bed empty, no note! For some scarlet woman!" Fred looked bit frightened and tried to calm her down. "Now Mom, you don't know her, she could be very nice. And he didn't exactly leave the yard, so he is still home." Hermione snorted, "Nice, if she was nice why couldn't he bring her to meet his family." George smiled and mentally noted that he had something new to tease Hermione about. "Well, what are we going to do?" Ginny asked, with her hands on her hips and her eyes sparkling with excitement. Harry gave Ginny a weird look out of the corner of his eyes. Is she actually happy that Ron is about to be murdered by his mum? "I don't know yet, wait I guess. Kids up to bed!" Mrs. Weasley shouted, already gearing up for Ron's chewing out. Fred and George laughed, " Honestly mother, do you really think we are leaving the room? You should know us better!" Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes and threw her hands up in the air, muttering something about respect and stupid kids. She walked into the living room and plopped down on her usual chair. Harry looked around the cluttered kitchen. The dishes were still washing themselves. Harry noticed the cooking books by Lockhart had been disposed of. They were replaced by an assortment of Witch Weekly, which, Harry hoped, had been rid of the frivolous articles that involved Hermione. The grandfather clock showed that Mr. Weasley was still at work. Harry felt a pang of guilt for him and watched as the hand that contained Ron's name turned from Garden to House. Harry looked at the door in time to see Ron's surprised face.
Ron's ears immediately turned bright red and he managed to ask what was going on. "You should be answering that question!" Mrs. Weasley was back and already seeming taller than Ron, although Ron was a good six feet. Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Hermione, and Ginny backed away from the kitchen and ran up the stairs to wait for Ron.
{Author Note: I am not very satisfied with this chapter, I had a bit of trouble with it. Sorry!}
{Author Note: I will be answering the reviews in the review section! Thank you!}
Harry ran to Hermione's side, thinking the worst. When he got to Hermione she was staring open-mouthed at the small clearing just ahead of them. Ron was sitting at one of the small stone tables the Weasley's often at lunch at, having an animated conversation with a girl of about 17. Harry gave Hermione a puzzled look and stepped closer to the clearing. Hermione pulled at Harry's arm and motioned for him to follow her. She led him back into the house and told Mrs. Weasley they had found Ron. Molly looked expectantly over their shoulders, her face full of confusion when she didn't see him behind them or in the doorway. "And?" She demanded, already starting to swell up into her somewhat bigger, somewhat scarier mother self. Harry silently mused how Mrs. Weasley could so easily change from her sweet self into a saber tooth tiger. Hermione and Harry stumbled through explaining what they witnessed.
Mrs. Weasley was fuming when they finished. "How dare he! Sneak out in the night, bed empty, no note! For some scarlet woman!" Fred looked bit frightened and tried to calm her down. "Now Mom, you don't know her, she could be very nice. And he didn't exactly leave the yard, so he is still home." Hermione snorted, "Nice, if she was nice why couldn't he bring her to meet his family." George smiled and mentally noted that he had something new to tease Hermione about. "Well, what are we going to do?" Ginny asked, with her hands on her hips and her eyes sparkling with excitement. Harry gave Ginny a weird look out of the corner of his eyes. Is she actually happy that Ron is about to be murdered by his mum? "I don't know yet, wait I guess. Kids up to bed!" Mrs. Weasley shouted, already gearing up for Ron's chewing out. Fred and George laughed, " Honestly mother, do you really think we are leaving the room? You should know us better!" Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes and threw her hands up in the air, muttering something about respect and stupid kids. She walked into the living room and plopped down on her usual chair. Harry looked around the cluttered kitchen. The dishes were still washing themselves. Harry noticed the cooking books by Lockhart had been disposed of. They were replaced by an assortment of Witch Weekly, which, Harry hoped, had been rid of the frivolous articles that involved Hermione. The grandfather clock showed that Mr. Weasley was still at work. Harry felt a pang of guilt for him and watched as the hand that contained Ron's name turned from Garden to House. Harry looked at the door in time to see Ron's surprised face.
Ron's ears immediately turned bright red and he managed to ask what was going on. "You should be answering that question!" Mrs. Weasley was back and already seeming taller than Ron, although Ron was a good six feet. Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Hermione, and Ginny backed away from the kitchen and ran up the stairs to wait for Ron.
{Author Note: I am not very satisfied with this chapter, I had a bit of trouble with it. Sorry!}