Disclaimer: I feel like I'm going round in circles putting this up all the time. HarryJk Rowling.

A/N: Thanks to Chantal J, PadfootsLuvr and SongOfStarsfor again reviewing my last one. I get the feeling that you are the only people who read these. Oh well. Nice short one here about Molly Weasley. Kinda dreary too but...read on.

Grown Up

Molly Weasley sat at the kitchen table at the Burrow staring into her now cold cup of tea. She felt lost. Her last baby, Ginny, had left home the day before to live with her fiancé, Harry. It was just Arthur and her now. No one to clean up after, no one to shout at when they were up to mischief and only two people to cook for.

She had always enjoyed the time she had during the term time and they were at Hogwarts, but at least they would be back for the holidays to keep her busy. Now all she had was flying visits from them. Who was she going to care for now?

"Good morning, dear. You're up early," Arthur cheerfully greeted her as he entered the kitchen. He walked over to the side and began to make himself a cup of tea.

"Who am I going to look after now?" she asked with a sigh.

"What do you mean?" Arthur questioned as he stopped what he was doing and went to sit with her. He took her hand into his. "What's wrong?"

"Our children have grown up and left. They don't need me anymore," her voice wavered a little as her bottom lip wobbled. "I have nothing to do, no one to fuss over." The floods of tears took over while Arthur giggled at the trivial problem.

"Molly, we've spent the better part of thirty years raising children and you're upset because you don't have to do it anymore."

"Don't ridicule me, Arthur," she snapped at him, "I loved every minute of bringing them up and now it's all gone."

"But now you've got all the time in the world to do what you want," he told her soothingly.

"I did when they were all at Hogwarts, but I always looked forward to the holidays when they would be home," she growled dangerously at him. He was stumped now; he wasn't sure what would lift her spirits. Then it hit him.

"There'll be grandchildren," he cooed sweetly. Her head shot up with a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. "The children will need babysitters when they want to go out and have some time with their wives or husband." She had a broad smile across her face now.

"You're right; we mustn't waste any more time. At least two of the bedrooms need turning into nurseries," she told him excitedly as she stood up. "Come on, up."

"Why? Where are we going?" he asked as he stood up.

"To start clearing the bedrooms," she answered as she walked out of the kitchen.

"But no one's pregnant yet," he said quietly as he chased after her. He was just happy that she had now found something to do with herself.