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Chapter 2:
As we approached Mrs Weasley, the relief on her face was so evident. She burst into tears, pulling us both into a tight hug, something I did not know I was craving until that point. Harry loved me as a brother would, and Ron loved me as a soulmate really, but maternal love is different. I could feel the happiness, relief of Mrs Weasley and Ron next to me. The hug seemed to say that everything will be alright now. Even if it wouldn't. After a minute I stepped back, and watched as she and Ron had a private reunion. I looked away to give them privacy. For months, Ron's greatest fear was his family, for months he head talked nothing but his mother's meals, his mothers cuddles and warm words. And Mrs Weasley, who would (and had) killed for her children I'm sure thought of him too. I looked back, and Ron and Mrs Weasley were still embraced in a mother, son cuddle. After a minute she pulled back, looked him in the eyes and brought her hand to slap him on the face. "Do you realise how worried we were Ronald Weasley". Gone, with Harry Potter no less the most wanted person in the world". With that, she broke down and let out a wail, like mournful whale calling from the ocean. She held on to Ron so tightly that he looked startled and taken aback at first, but then melted into her, protecting his mum. I looked at him and saw the side of Ron that he showed after I was tortured. If he wasn't occupied, I would run and kiss him again, throw myself at him like I did when he mentioned the house elf outside the Room of Requirement that morning. I was so preoccupied in my thoughts that I hadn't realised that Mrs Weasley had removed herself from her youngest son and embraced me. I heard her whisper: "Thank you, thank you Hermione. I was was so worried. Thank you for looking after them. Thank you for looking after my Ronnie". I melted in her hug, swimming in comfort that I had not felt in so long. My thoughts drifted to my own mother, somewhere across the world. She had no idea of what has happened. But it became too painful and I relished my comfort in Mrs Weasley's embrace. All too soon, Mrs Weasley pulled back, took a deep breath in composition and smiled. "We need to fatten you two up. Look at you! All skin and bone. I think this calls for some nice Irish stew or a roast lamb". Ron grinned a smile I hadn't realised I missed. I agreed with him. "But first"… mrs Weasley reasoned "We must get you two and Harry to the Hospital wing" Ron and I opened our mouths in protest, as would Harry if he wasn't in the great hall still being bombarded by people, "I will take no objections" She said "You can have a good rest there". It struck me that no longer was I responsible for so much. That now someone could look after me. For the first time in years, despite all the devastation and death. I felt truly happy.