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Chapter 5: Molly Weasley Sees Two Times Red.

Dinner at the Weasley's was a rowdy affair. The teens minus Hermione all had aching stomachs from their happy little session. That didn't stop their hunger though. Molly Weasley couldn't fathom why the vast majority of kids came to the table gently holding their stomachs and why Hermione wasn't; but appeared to be wearing every piece of clothing she owned.

'Hermione dear, you must be hot in all that. Why are you wearing it?'

The twins shot Hermione a quick look. Harry and Ron looked gently at her through the corners of their eyes.

'I had a cold chill earlier this evening and so I put on some more clothing.' Slowly Hermione peeled off her layers until she was wearing the same amount as everyone else.

Everyone except Molly was watching Hermione, anticipating something, anything, but all was silent. Dinner wasn't though. A moment of silence in the Weasley household was rare and promptly broken. The ghoul in the attic started singing a whole lot of nonsense words and everyone jumped back into their traditional rhythm.

The conversation flowed and words were hungrily consumed, filling everyone with a fattening sense of contentment. Harry explained how he broke his arm again and aired his growing suspicion that Arabella may not be as muggle as she appears. Arthur Weasley rapidly changed the conversation, explaining that he wouldn't fix Harry's arm as Skele-grow was expensive and healing wasn't his specialty. Besides he didn't want Harry to have to regrow the bones in his arm twice.

Hermione briefly explained her holiday, giving enough detail to let everyone know that she hadn't been all that happy without actually saying it outright.

Just as Ron went to tell his buddies about some of the other pranks he had endured over the summer break, the sensation in Hermione's arms returned and the interlude to 'Hall of the Mountain King' started.

'Fred, George, stop that.' Molly growled absently, not paying attention to which direction the noise was emanating from.

Suddenly it got louder and Molly looked at Hermione, noticing the pastel rainbow on her hands, wrists, arms. Molly turned, her eyes wild with fury and stared down her twin sons.

'George, Fred. I am assuming that I am not being over presumptuous in supposing that you two are responsible for this?' The dead calm of her voice made it all the more petrifying, creating a deeper understanding as to why Snape could invoke such fear in his students.

'Mrs. Weasley, Please…'

'Hush Hermione dear, you don't have to stick up for them. It's amazing that I am not addicted to a calming potion with these two. Now….'Her eyes blazed back at her twins. 'Did I or did I not give you boys strict instructions to leave Hermione alone while she is here? I want you to fix her up now and if you so much as alter a single strand of hair on that girls head, or anywhere else you will be returning to Hogwarts in a series of pieces that Dumbeldore will have to spend the rest of the year PUTTING BACK TOGETHER!'

The foundations of the burrow shook and a single bit of plaster fell off the partician between the kitchen and the living room.

Fred and George had never looked so genuinely freaked out before. 'Yes, M'am.' Perfect unison as usual, but tinted with an unusual swirl of sincerity.

'Right. Now Diagon Alley is to occur tomorrow and there are to be no glitches. One single thing goes wrong and I am going to hold you two responsible. Got it?'

'Yes 'M.'

'Good. Now take Hermione up stairs and fix up this problem.'

They stood and left chairs scraping along the floor as they went, the sound of 'We Didn't Start the Fire' becoming fainter as Hermione ascended the stairs.

'Well that's that.' Molly flicked her wand and dinner started cleaning itself up. 'Get ready to go to bed. It will probably be a big day tomorrow. Good night Ron, Good night Ginny, Good night Harry dear.'

'Good night Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.' Harry smiled as he headed up the stairs.

The Weasley parents smiled and watched Harry go up the stairs, then looked at each other and shook their heads sadly.

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Sorry that it is another shortie, next one is longer!!!