Revalations
"Yes Mum. We'll stop using magic for everything and just use it for taking the piss out of dear old ickle Ronnikins over here" The Twins answered in unison, wearing equally devious smirks across their freckled faces.
"Okay boys now what exactly are you up to this time, because right now we all have had enough drama to last us at least until the start of school again." Mrs. Weasley asked the boys who stood in front of her, towering over with their height and yet she still managed to get them squirming and looking in all directions execpt at her.
"Nothing" They answered trying to seem as innocent as possible whilst still sporting the most incriminating of grins on their faces.
"Now you listen here if you try anything so help me Merlin. For I don't even know what I will do to you. This household has had enough of the dramatics. First with those two doing all kinds of things that I don't even want to think about as it makes me sick to even think about it." Mrs. Weasley raved, turning a bright shade of red in the process. "They are children and they shouldn't even be thinking about sex, they should be concentrating on schoolwork and Quidditch, not when the next time they will be getting it on. It's just wrong and incredibly idiotic, Hermione could get pregnant, they could get STI's they don't even know what it takes to make a relationship at such a young age." She finished after running out of steam for her tirade .
Plopping down into the nearest chair she put her head in her heads and wept for the loss of innocence of two teenagers that she viewed as her 8th and 9th children.
The twins just stood there and let her work through everything that she had bottled up over the past few days. Once they deemed it safe to approach they stepped forward towards their mother and enveloped her in their embrace as she cried out all her anguish.
"Shh Mum, you know that Harry and Hermione can't be classed as children any more, not after what they have seen and done. Those two were the driving force that won the war for us. Sure Ron is their best friend but really he is only viewed as the comic relief of the trio whereas the lovebirds are the brains and brawn." Fred whispered in her ear which only seemed to give her more steam as she continued to cry. Looking over at his Twin with a helpless expression.
"Mum we know you love Harry and Hermione, but they are in love with each other and if you just took the time to look at the way they act around each other, you would see what the whole wizarding world has seen since they were 12. They know how to protect themselves and anything that may happen to them you know they are equipped to deal with it. They are after all the Man-Who-Destroyed-Moldywarts, and the brightest witch of our age so they really have nothing to fear." George reasoned.
"They never would have gotten involved if they didn't believe that they would last, Harry and Hermione wouldn't risk the friendship they have just to give it a go at a romantic relationship unless they were certain that it would work."
Slowly Mrs. Weasley's sobs turned to hiccups and sniffles. Extracting herself from their embrace, she pulled a handkerchief out of dress pocket and wiped away any evidence of tears. A look of understanding found it's way onto her face, as she slowly comprehended that what the Twins had just told her, was probably the only great thing that has come out of the War. Finding a new resolute trust in Harry and Hermione, she set a determined look on her normally placid features and set off to find the pair in question, to give them her blessing and advice in any future decisions.
Unbeknownst to the occupants of the kitchen the now dubbed 'Love Birds' were stood at the top of the stairs, with a pair of extendable ears between them, listening on all the juicy gossip that had just presented itself.
Hermione turned around and ran in what Harry believed to be the library. Sensing that Hermione just needed sometime for the conversation they had heard to sink in. Collecting up the extendable ear, he followed in her wake but at a much more leisurely pace, compared to his Girlfriend as she all but flew down the corridor.
Reaching the old oak door that guarded the library from the rest of the house, Harry could hear sniffling and the faint sound of sobbing.
"Oh Mia." Harry said to himself, before he pushed on the heavy brass doorknob. The creaking of the hinges announced his presence before he could utter a word. "Oh baby girl. What's got you in such an emotional upheaval?" He asked softly as he took the space next to her on the worn out, yet surprisingly comfortable aged couch. Gently he curled her into his chest and let her unleash her frustrations on his chest. "Come Sweetheart if you don't tell me what's wrong then I can't go beat up the cause." He whispered in her ear, earning him the effect he wanted when her crying turned into chuckles.
"It's nothing really, just that all I've ever wanted was the approval of those who matter the most to us. My parents loved you, we had an amazing holiday with them, then we had to come back to reality, but the fact that my dad didn't once need to break out the trusty baseball bat, speaks volumes on it's own. When we got here it was like the novelty wore off just a little. I thought that yesterday would be the day that we received your unofficial families approval, but all we got in return was, a very pissed off best friend, a woman who is like your mother hating me and we've given the Twins enough ammo to tease us, for quite a substantial amount of time. I just wish that we could be back on the island away from people who won't accept that I love you and no amount of destruction and war could ever change that." Hermione fumed into his chest.
Pulling away from him to look into the eyes that appear so often in her dreams. "Just so you know I do love you more than I could ever possibly show or say to you, but I promise to no matter how hard our lives may get I will never leave you, never abandon you and never give up on you, for I can't imagine my life without you in it, you're the other half of my soul." Hermione said gently as she watched tears well up in Harry's eyes.
" I know things have never been easy for us, but I promise that non of that approval crap matters all I need is yours, that's the only one that counts in my heart. I love you too, I do, so much that sometime it scares me, makes me wonder why you ever chose a broken boy to deserve the love that you so freely give. Then there are times like this when all we do is sit, talk and just hold each other, those are the times that when we are old and gray, going a bit senile, those are the times we will tell our grandkids about. I love you so much that it physically aches to be away from you at times. Your right I wouldn't be able to function if anything to you so I don't expect an answer right now, but it would be the greatest honor if you would agree to spend the rest of your life with me." Harry spoke softly as the tears ran unchecked down his cheeks. "Hermione Jane Granger will you marry me?"