A/N: Well, here is part two of I'm A Mudblood, Darling! I'm thinking this story is going to have ten parts, I think I want to do like a little exploring on everyone else's relationship and not just Hermione and Ginny. I don't know, what do you guys think?
A/N: Oh, also I'm looking for a beta so if your interested e-mail me and we'll talk(:
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that lucky person happens to be J.K. Rowling.
Hugo Harry Weasley was raised to know it was a man's job to keep his family safe and since he was the man of the family he had taken to the role quite early on. At the age of four-years-old his protectiveness of Hermione had never failed or slowed down.
"I'm gonna go get a pastry!" Hugo exclaimed as he set his Wizard Cards down and pocketed his remaining Chocolate Frogs.
"Hurry back or we might steal all your cards again!" James warned with a laugh as he watched his cousin turn and give him a small glare.
"I know how many cards I have, James, don't even think about trying to steal my extra Dumbledore card either." The boy ordered before turning back around and exiting the cozy den, his small legs hurrying towards the kitchen.
Ginny, Luna, and Maria were sitting on barstools chatting and sipping their coffee, Ron and Harry were laughing and punching each other's shoulders, and Hermione had her back turned to the groups as she sliced banana and apples.
"Mum!" Hugo squeaked, rushing forward and leaping into Ginny's lap, the red head's coffee shifting and almost flying out of the class.
"Hug, sweetie, be more careful." Ginny ordered with a stern glance, the boy blushing as he muttered a small apology and twisted himself to snuggle into Ginny's stomach causing the woman to smile lightly. "What did you need, buddy?"
"Can I have a pastry?" Hugo questioned with a flutter of his eyelashes, Ginny sighing and chuckling as she ran her fingers through his ginger hair.
"I think you should probably ask your mummy." Ginny suggested with a raised eyebrow and with a whine and pout the four-year-old slid from his mum's lap and moved around the kitchen island to get to his other mother.
Hermione felt a small jerk on her knee-length skirt and she glanced down to stare into bright, doe shaped hazel eyes that were full of innocence, "Yes Hugo?"
"Mum says I has to ask you if I can have a punkin pastry." Hugo explained with a scrunched nose, Hermione sighing as she set the knife down and scooped her son to rest on her hip the boy stringing his arms tightly around her neck.
"I suppose I can spare you one, but…you have to give up a chocolate frog." Hermione bargained, grabbing a pumpkin treat from a plate nearby and resting it on a napkin.
"But I only has two left!" The boy complained as he pouted his lip and watched Hermione chuckle and settle him on the counter.
"Fine, you can have the pastry for free." Hermione agreed with a roll of her eyes and the boy clapped his hands in excitement and grabbed the dessert, taking a large bite.
The adults continued with their business while Hugo swung his legs and ate the sweet pastry, watching Hermione chop away at the assorted fruit. The brunette woman was halfway done with chopping apple slices when the knife came down and sliced the front of her index finger.
"Ahh, dammit." Hermione hissed as she dropped her knife and grabbed a hold of her hand, blood oozing from the wound as she winced and tried to gather herself and keep from cursing out loud again, especially in front of her child.
"Mummy! Are you okay?" Hugo demanded as he scrambled down from the counter to rest his head against Hermione's thigh, looking up at her as she forced a smile.
"It's just a cut," Hermione soothed.
"That's not just a cut, babe." Ginny whispered appearing beside her wife as she moved to stand behind the brunette, pressing her hips to Hermione's back as she sighed.
"It's bleeding," Hermione pointed out and Ginny nodded slightly, resting her hand on the brunette's hip to hold her steady as she grabbed a hold of the injured finger and moved it to rest under the steady cold water that came from the tap.
"There," Ginny grinned, reaching out for a dish towel as the cut was cleansed and she smirked at her wife before winking. "That wasn't too bad, now was it?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and as she reached to take the dish towel from Ginny her son grabbed her hand and pulled it down to his face, inspecting the cut before pressing a quick kiss to it. The mother smiled in a watery way before moving to kneel in front of her son, taking him into her arms.
"All better, Mummy?" Hugo questioned and when Hermione nodded he wrapped his hands on her neck and lifted himself on his tip-toes to press a kiss to his mother's cheek before snuggling into her with a quick little grin. "Good."
"Thank you, my little protector." Hermione grinned as she ruffled his hair before turning to grab her wand off the counter. "Accido band-aid."
A small pink covering arrived it the witch's palm and Hugo snatched it up and pressed it to his mother's cut before beaming and scrambling out of the room, a half eaten pastry still lying on the counter and fruit slices abandoned beside it.
Hermione glanced up to see her friends and wife smiling brightly at her and Ginny held her elbow and lifted Hermione back to her feet, placing a small kiss on her lips as the older witch sighed and snuggled into the warm body before her.
"He gets that from you, y'know?" Hermione mumbled into the red head's chest, the brunette's head bouncing as Ginny chuckled.
"Yeah, I know." Ginny whispered.
Suddenly, Hermione squealed as she felt someone scoop her away from Ginny and toss them over her shoulder so everything appeared upside down, "Harry James Potter! You put me down this instant! I am not a toy!"
Hermione squeaked and complained, a light amusement in her voice as the three disappeared out the door and left their wives to cook and clean while they spent their time down by the creek catching up on everything in their own lives.
When they were far enough from the house, Harry set Hermione back on her feet and allowed her to walk in between himself and Ron. It was a tradition for them to catch up; although their lives had changed and they had families they knew they would forever be the Golden Trio.
"Rose and Hugo asked Ginny and I quite the question last night." Hermione sighed as the tough rocks crunched under their feet and the wind whipped at their faces causing her honey curls to swipe through the air.
"Oh yeah?" Harry muttered, tucking his hands in his pockets as he glanced at his best friend who breathed out heavily and shook her head seemingly fighting back tears. "Whoa, Mione, what is it? Is everything okay with you guys?"
"They had another run in with Malfoy's son, it's not the first time it has happened and I have a feeling it won't be the last." Hermione scoffed, rolling her eyes to the side as she attempted to shake her bad thoughts out of her head. "It ended in a row."
"Oh no worries, Hermione, the kid is a git…just like his father." Ron assured her, rubbing Hermione's back in an attempt to comfort her as they walked on. "Malfoy is a bloody idiot and it's no surprise his son came out the same way."
"Ronald! He's a mere child." Hermione scolded as she nudged him with her shoulder, the red head man stumbling with a small chuckle. "He knows no different, I assume the way he treats my children is the way he sees his parents acting."
"His father is still an ass, Mione." Ron muttered under his breathe as his gaze flittered towards the stream, the sound of trickling water overtaking the air as they crossed the bridge and settled themselves near the large oak tree.
"Harry, help me out with this!" Hermione pleaded as she turned to her other best friend, the man simply shrugging his shoulders.
"What am I to say, Hermione?" Harry sighed as he picked up a rock, tossing it in his hand before he skipped it lazily across the clear water. "Malfoy has been an ass since the day we met him back in Hogwarts. How can you expect his child to be different?"
"I don't know. I just…I was hoping the war had changed people's hearts. With all the good we have done for the Wizarding world, how can they all be so cruel?" Hermione questioned as she slid down the tree and stared out into the distance at the Burrow.
"Some people just don't change, Hermione, there's nothing you can do about that." Harry whispered as he trekked his way to sit beside her, stringing an arm over her shoulder and pulling her into his side as he rubbed her arm softly.
"Let it go, Mione. Hugo and Rosie seem to have it under control anyway." Ron reminded her as he skipped a set of rocks, the soft and gray stones slicing through the waves and bumps of the cool liquid as the red head glanced from that to his friends.
"I can just let it go, Ronald." Hermione snorted as she shook her head and folded her arms over her knees, drawling them up to her chin. "The kids will be receiving their wands in a short amount of years. What happens then?"
"They fight to the death," Harry and Ron answered together and their caramel haired friend went pale as she whimpered lightly.
"It was only a joke, Hermione, s'okay. Rosie is perfectly responsible and has a good head on her shoulders; she knows what to do and when to do it." Ron soothed as he finally faced them both and tucked his hands in his pockets.
"And what about Hugo?"
Ron and Harry traded looks before sputtering over answers while their jaws gapped and with another long heave of air Hermione dragged both her hands through her locks and closed her eyes, everything seemed to be a battle now a days.
Things seemed simple when it was just Hermione and Ginny raising two babies who didn't know what magic was, but the moment they both had released a spark from their fingers the two women knew they had a pair of trouble makers on their hands.
Ron had been ecstatic to find out about his niece and nephew and had bought them miniature broomsticks that Hugo seemed to use more than his sister, like Hermione, Rose simply enjoyed burying herself in a book and learning about magic that way.
"What do we do?" Hermione whispered with a shake of her head.
"What do we do?" Ginny questioned as she shifted her eyes from Maria to Luna who only traded glances and looked at the red-head woman with a look of wonder on their faces. "See, not even my best friends can give me some advice on this!"
"Well, I'm not a witch so I'm no help in this." Maria pointed out with a look of innocence that only caused Ginny to groan and bury her face in her hands in defeat while Luna chuckled. "Gin, maybe their just kids being kids."
"No, this is different though, their magical and they have curses." Ginny stressed as she shook her head again and ran a hand through her hair. "I don't want Hermione worrying anymore; she's so stressed about all of this."
"Can you blame her?" Luna piped in as she raised an eyebrow, taking a long sip of her tea as she gazed at the younger witch. "While you had multiple rows with Malfoy, Hermione has had several that ended in magical duels."
"Ugh, am I a bad wife?"
"No!" Luna and Maria answered together as they stared at the worried woman in disbelief; they feared that this problem ran deeper than Ginny was speaking of. "What aren't you telling us, Ginny?"
When both women's voices blended together Ginny snapped her head up and gazed into their worried eyes, watching as they both flickered between fear and wonder. She wanted to tell them what her kids had asked; she just fretted Hermione would be upset if she did.
She was torn from spilling it out and keeping it bottled in, but on her gut was telling her to ask because she didn't know how to react to Hermione's words from the night before. Her wife couldn't have meant that she was okay with being called a mudblood.
It was Hermione…she was never okay with anything.
"Rose and Hugo asked us what a mudblood was." Ginny murmured and Luna gasped while Maria looked between them with a look of straight up uncertainty. "A mudblood is a wizard word that insults a muggle born witch or wizard; it's a way of calling them filthy."
Maria gapped as she stared at the two witches who traded gazes and bit their lips, "Why do I feel like I'm out of the loop on something else?"
"Because you are," Ginny answered dryly before sighing. "When Hermione was younger, during the biggest war of Wizarding times, she was taken and tortured for being a mudblood. A witch carved the word into her wrist; it's why she wears the diamond bracelet. She doesn't want the kids to see it."
"Oh," Maria's eyes were glazed as she stared off into the distance; marrying Ron had opened her eyes to a lot of things in live and she had gained amazing friends and knowledge but it was times like this that she wished was still a clueless muggle.
"When they asked her what it was she froze up and I sent them to bed, but the thing that gets me is that later on that night Hermione was fine. It was like she had forgotten the whole ordeal; she had said that she had accepted who she was." Ginny breathed out.
"Well, maybe she has. Hermione isn't the same witch we knew back in Hogwarts, Ginny, she's grown up. I think its best you just let this one work itself out." Luna offered standing and draping an arm around Ginny's shoulders so she could give her a reassuring squeeze.
"I suppose, I just…it feels too familiar." Ginny whispered with a shake of her head, hands limply lay in her lap as she breathed in through her nose before glancing at her friend. "Don't you remember how she handled Ron at that dinner? That's the Hermione I know."
"Oh," Luna whispered as her face paled and then she noticed Maria staring at them with a look of total loss and puzzlement. "Well, Ron had just found about Hermione and Ginny…"
Flashback
"What?"
Ginny Weasley squeezed Hermione Granger's hand as she faced her older brother who had stood from his chair with his eyes narrowed and his fists clinched at his side. With a gulp, Ginny gave him a look of confidence and sighed
"I said, Hermione and I are dating." Ginny repeated slowly and before she could blink, Ron had drawn his wand and had it pointed to his sister's throat as he backed her towards the wall.
"Ronald Billius Weasley! Have you gone mad?" Molly Weasley gasped, standing from her chair as well as she rushed towards her son who continued to back Ginny up until a dull thud alerted them that Ginny had reached the wall.
"Lower your wand, Ron!" George snapped in anger as his hand twitched toward his own wand, Molly sending him a glare that caused the man's hand to drop instantly.
"How could you do this to me?" Ron hissed, ignoring the angry shouts that erupted from his family as he shook his head, pressing the wand tip tighter into Ginny's neck. "You're my sister, how could you just go and take the girl I love away?"
"I love her too, Ron." Ginny whispered as she drew her own wand, raising it slightly but pointing it away from Ron. "You're not the only one who gets to love Hermione, she's not yours, Ron. I'm sorry you're hurting but I love her too."
"No, no you don't! Your in love with Harry, always have been I've seen the way you stare him. You love him…you don't love Hermione." Ron whispered with a crack to his voice, he wasn't going to let Hermione go this easily.
"I'm married, Ron, I have a child on the way. The feelings Ginny and I shared are long gone." Harry murmured as he stood behind Ron, placing a comforting hand on the man's shoulder but only to have it shrugged off.
"Ronald, lower your wand immediately!" Bill Weasley ordered as he marched over to his son, but Ron only growled out a denying answer as he pressed it harder to Ginny's neck, the red-head witch wincing as she bit her lower lip softly.
"Ronald, please, she's not the one at fault."
The soft voice brought Ron back to reality as he whirled around and stalked towards Hermione, the small witch shuffling over her feet as she felt the edge of the table dig into her lower back while the pants of Ron's breathe washed over her neck.
His normal happy eyes had darkened into anger as the corners of his mouth twisted into a smile of disbelief, his wand now coming to rest against Hermione's chest as he chuckled darkly and shook his head with a heavy sigh.
"Your right, it's your fault! You're the one who has been snogging my own sister behind my back, tell me Hermione, did you ever once have feelings for me or was I just a ploy?" Ron demanded as he leaned his face closer to the girl he had loved, their noses brushing.
"You were never a ploy, Ronald, I loved you."
"Oh come off it!" The red-head man laughed as he shook his head, his laughter leaving as quick as it came and then his wand pressed further into Hermione, causing the witch to cry out in a light pain. "You never cared at me. You're just…"
"Expelliarmus," A panting Ginny watched Ron's wand go flying across the room and George was quick to scoop it up and tuck it into his back pocket. "Back off, Ron. When you're rational and calm you can come back in the house."
"You're not my mum, you don't get to tell me what I can and cannot do." Ron sneered as he glared at her before turning his attention back to Hermione. "I'm done with you, have fun snogging Ginny. We're through."
"We never started, Ronald, and I'd appreciate it if you would please back away from me." Hermione ordered in a deathly low voice, her words hissed out. "You never gave me the time of day when I wanted you back, now that Ginny is here you just can't take it. So, you come off it Ron."
Hermione stormed past Ron and into the downstairs guest room, slamming the bedroom door as hard as she could manage and the lock clicking. Ginny stared at the door for a moment before whirling back on Ron and narrowing her eyes.
She understood where he was coming from, her dating Hermione was something that had come out of the blue but they were happy together and they just wanted everyone's acceptance. In the back of the red head's mind she always knew Ron would react this way.
But threatening Hermione had crossed a line, seeing her girlfriend in fear had caused a rage of fire to slowly grow in the pit of her stomach and she wasn't going to let her brother go with a simple scolding. No one ever threatened Hermione.
"Ron," Ginny seethed as she breezed her way to stand before him with her fists clinched angrily at her side and her brow furrowed. "If I ever see you raise your wand at my girlfriend again I will hex you into next year."
The anger washed from Ron's face as it was replaced with sadness, his brow dipped before he raised his orbs to stare into his sister's, "How could you do this to me?"
"I didn't plan this, Ron. I would never intentionally hurt you, Hermione and I tried so hard to stay away from each other but…I love her." Ginny whispered a small smile crossing her lips as she lightly shrugged her left shoulder. "She makes me happy and I'm so sorry we hurt you."
Ron closed his eyes before turning his back to Ginny and marching his way to his coat, his foot steps creaking against the wood of the Burrow before he came to a stop and began to dig through the deep pockets of his jacket.
He removed something and held it in his palm, staring at it before he spun back around and strutted towards Ginny till they were standing inches apart. Ginny watched as her brother's eyes filled with tears and he played with the small item in his hand.
"What is that?" Ginny quietly asked.
Unfolding his palm Ron reveled a gold band with a small diamond set in the middle and the room slowly chorused with gasps of shock and Ginny felt her heart stop in her chest as realization dawned on her. Ron didn't just love Hermione; he had planned to marry her.
"Worked all summer for it, I did." Ron whispered as he cleared his throat and looked back into Ginny's eyes. "I was wrong to act the way I did, I guess Hermione is better off with someone who's not a git and someone who will treat her right."
"You're not a git, Ronald."
Hermione's soft voice washed over the room as she appeared beside Ginny, a small hand coming out to rest over the ring that lay in Ron's large palm. Using her own hand, Hermione forced Ron's palm to fold back closed so the ring was hidden again.
"I think you loved the idea of me, Ron." Hermione sighed, shaking her head sadly as she locked her orbs with Ron's and the red head shook his head slightly. "No, Ron, I really think you did. I was wrong to lead you on and make you believe we had a future…you don't love me."
"I do love you," Ron argued with a chocked tone.
Ginny glanced from her girlfriend to her brother, she felt as if she didn't belong in this intimate moment between them. She felt the same loneliness and hallow drop in her heart, the same feeling she used to get when Hermione and Ron dated.
"Someday you're going to fall in love and when that happens I'll be so happy for you, I'll be proud of you and I'll be okay knowing that you're safe with someone who truly loves you. But right now I need you to feel those things for me and Ginny." Hermione murmured softly.
Ron looked torn as he stared down at the girl who he had given his heart to, part of him wished he could just disappear into the ground and never has to deal with this hurt again but another part of him longed to just pull Hermione into a hug.
He went with the latter.
"If that's what you want me to do then I will, I'll do whatever makes you happy." Ron whispered into her hair as he squeezed her to him tightly and tried to savor the last moments of the embrace. "I'm sorry I was such a jerk."
"Its okay, Ronald, your blessing makes everything okay." Hermione assured him before she drew away and allowed Ginny to pull her close, smiling at the red head she kissed Ginny's cheek before looking around the room. "Does anyone else have something to say?"
Luna squeaked from the corner and everyone's eyes shifted to her as she raised her excited eyes to Harry and bit her lip, "My water just broke."
End of Flashback
"Ron acted like that?" Maria gapped as she furrowed her brow. "My Ronald?"
"Your Ronald," Ginny nodded as she let out a soft laugh before turning to glance at Luna. "She had stood up for herself and then left to calm down, but she came back and fought it. The Hermione I saw last night did everything but fight."
"Give her time, Ginny." Luna ordered.