The Kitchen Is Where You Bear Your Soul

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Disclaimer: Do I really have to do this...I mean really! I danced with Ron last night and he seemed fine with me writting stories about him, but than again I need to ask J.K Huh? Note to self: Find J.K and Dance with her. Meanwhile remember to keep out all the books for Hermione and keep the food I want High up in the cupboards so Ron can't get to it!

On with the story!!!!


The morning brought a beautiful sun creeping through Ron's curtians, Harry and Ginny woke up half an hour ago before deciding to go down to the kitchen to talk with Mrs. Weasley they knew she would be awake early worrying for Hermione.

They entered the kitchen together holding hands, Molly was busy making a grand breakfast, enough to feed an army Harry thought, but he knew Mrs. Weasley when she was stressed she would cook, and she would cook like she was going to feed the world.

She was turned to the stove her shoulders shaking slightly, a pan of bacon was beginning to burn by the smell of it. Ginny broke her connection with Harry and walked softly to her mother putting a soft hand on her shoulder.

"Oh Ginny dear," she brushed at a few stray tears rolling off her cheeks and putting on a smile, "How bout a spot of breakfast? Harry?…Ginny?"

Her voice gave her away, the lump in her throat was making her voice low and shaky.

"Mum… Are you Ok?" Ginny put her hand back on her mother's back again.

"Oh yes dear I am fine, don't you worry. Here, sit, sit have some bacon." Molly turned back to the stove getting the pan.

Ginny looked to Harry a look of defeat and hurt on her face.

Ginny sat down at the table in her normal spot.

Harry walked over to the stove and put his hand in Molly's as she grabbed for the bacon with the other.

"Mrs. Weasley… it's ok to cry. We all are." He whispered so low that Ginny could not hear it.

Ginny watched her mother turn to Harry and stare at him her grip tightening on his hand, tears brimming her already red eyes.

She opened and closed her mouth many times trying to say something but her voice failed her a chocked sob came out and with it.

"I burnt the bacon."

She took a deep breath and cried harder as Ginny stood up and walked behind Harry putting a hand on his back.

"Oh Harry she is hurting so much and I don't know what to do to help her. I want her to know that she had a mother that loves her, but I just don't know how to do it." Molly sobbed.

Harry wrapped his arms around her back holding her up and letting her sob onto his shoulder as he cried wetting her hair with his own tears, while Ginny put her arms around Harry's waist and crying with them.

The three of them stood together in the kitchen crying and holding each other for several minutes whispering comforting words to each other letting out all their tears.

Once they let each other go Molly threw away the burnt Bacon and insisted on make more.

The silence burned into Harry's ears making it hard for him to think. Ginny put her hand on top of his seeing him staring into space when he looked at her she gave him a feeble smile and he tried to return it.

Molly had finished breakfast and sat down with Harry and Ginny trying her best at a smile when they looked at her, she waved her wand and three plates came out of the cupboard stopping at each tray and pan getting a bit of food from each of them before resting in front of Molly Harry and Ginny.

The three of them each picked at their plates and occasionaly looked up at each other giving fake smiles, every now and then Harry would give Ginny's hand a tender squeeze.

The tension in the room tore at Ginny, she could not take it. She could not help but feel lost and scared, as if she was six years old again when the storms would come after Fred and George went to school, the fear she would have when she could not go and crawl in their beds for the comfort she needed.

Just the thought of what Hermione was feeling made her feel more helpless, she did not know how to comfort her friend. A tear came to her eye and Molly got out of her chair and moved to one next to Ginny stroking her hair.

"Oh my dear Ginny, talk to your mother tell me what's wrong."

Ginny squeezed Harry's hand and let another tear fall.

"I know that we should be done crying Mum, but I don't know what to do. She obviously needs us and I don't know what to do. I should have know Mum. She has been my best friend for four years and my roommate for just as long and I did not see how much she was hurting, as I cried and worried about Love and Quidditch and exams and I would just ramble for hours Mum, what if she tried telling me and I told her I was too tired or… I just cut her off with another one of my trivial problems. What if she comes to me when she is crying or has a nightmare Mum? I won't know what to do or what to say. Mum I love her like a sister and I am scared that I am going to fail her, she is hurting so bad Mum, I love her so much I don't want her to hurt anymore." Ginny had broken down now.

Molly had taken her into her lap like she did when Ginny was younger rocking her back and forth just whispering in her ear while Harry cried his own tears.

Molly motioned for him to sit in the chair that Ginny was occupying and she pulled his head to her shoulder and put an arm around his neck smoothing the trail of hair at the nape of his neck.

Harry broke down harder thankful that she out of everyone in the wizarding world she had chose to adopt him as her own son.

Molly held her children, cradling them and kissing them on the forehead whispering words of comfort in their ears, singing them lullaby's while silently crying her own tears.

Arthur and Bill came in the kitchen, watching Molly rocking her children back and forth softly singing a lullaby that Arthur remembered singing to his children when they were young.

A tear came to his eye as he softly put a hand on his wife's shoulder she looked up with red eyes looking in to her husbands own tear filled eyes, Bill came up behind his father looking in on them.

Arthur turned to Bill and motioned towards Harry, Bill gave a half smile and walked to Harry's side carefully picking him up and cradling him in his arms as his father softly picked his daughter up and they walked out of the kitchen with the children in their arms.

They reached Ginny's room and laid Harry and Ginny on the same bed covering them with Ginny's quilt her mother had made for her tenth birthday full of her childhood clothes.

Arthur bent down low and kissed his children on the top of their heads before walking out the door.

Molly was waiting for them outside.

Arthur put an arm around her shoulders leading her to the next door where Percy's room was.

She opened the door Arthur dropped his arm and took his beautiful wife's hand in his following her in the room she went to his bed and pulled the covers up and she bent low kissing his cheek while Arthur smiled at his son sleeping peacefully.

They left his room and went to Fred and George's room each taking a bed and kissing them and adjusting the covers.

They went to Charlie's and kissed him as they walked out of the room he woke and rubbed his cheek where his mother's lips had just been.

Next was Ron and Hermione, they walked in and found the two of them laying in Ron's much to small bed, his feet dangling off the edge the blanket thrown off of himself and Hermione tucked in as tight as he could get it.

The tears that hung on Molly's lashes fell off and landed on her cheek rolling down her face creating a new stain.

Arthur went to Harry's bed and took the blanket off of it, walked over to his son and put it over him as softly as possible careful not to wake them.

Molly was standing next to Hermione stoking the hair out of her face, looking over to Ron's hand wrapped carefully around Hermione's waist holding her protectively.

Arthur noticed a small sliver of light coming from the window landing on Hermione's hand holding Ron's free hand afraid that it would wake them sooner than needed, so he closed the curtains.

Molly had bent down and kissed Hermione's hair and than kissed Ron on the cheek, Arthur did the same.

Molly stood there looking over her children when Arthur took his wife's hand once again and led her out of the room shutting the door as quietly as possible.

Charlie came out of his room when his parents walked by he noticed their tears and noticed that they had just came from Ron's room so he looked at them with an worried expression than walked up to his youngest brother's room.

Opening the door just slightly and checking in on Ron and Hermione he let out a sigh of relief when he saw them sleeping soundlessly. He turned and walked down to the kitchen to join his parents.

He walked into the kitchen and sat down next to his oldest brother, noticing his stare out the window, his father had taken his mother outside and was dancing with her.

The two of them were entranced by the romantic scene before them.

They watched as their father wiped a tear from her eye and kissed her lightly giving her a reassuring smile and than she smiled back at him giving him a laughing smile.

They sat watching their parents comfort each other and give each other the strength they would need to get through the rest of the day.

A small sound came form the room above them and startled Charlie out of the trance he was in.

"Fred and George are getting up, we should get breakfast warmed up for them." Charlie stood up and walked over to the stove turning the fire back on letting the bacon and eggs simmer in the pan.

Bill took the full plates of pushed and picked at food, to the trash can empting them and started the sink to wash them up.

Charlie looked out the window at his parents again, his father had his mothers hand held tightly to his chest swaying her back and forth to the music he was most likely humming as her head lay against his shoulder.

Bill shut the curtain to the window once he heard his brother's coming down the stairs to give his parents a few more moments of privacy.

Bill was not used to the stillness that lingered over his childhood home.

Fred and George, when they woke up usually they are so loud that the Lovegood's would wake up from the noise they would make coming down the stairs, but now they walked down the stairs quietly, almost as if walking in a house where someone had died.

Bill watched them wander into the kitchen, both still in their night things their hair was wild and the trademark smile of theirs was gone the sparkle from their eyes were gone.

Fred looked around the kitchen surprised not to see his father sitting at the table with the morning Prophet and his mother at the stove.

George followed Fred's gaze and said what he was thinking,

"Where's Mum and Dad?" he asked quietly.

"They are outside, they need some time alone." Bill said solemnly than continued with the dishes.

Fred wandered to the table as George grabbed two glasses out of the cupboard and poured him and Fred a glass of milk before sitting down next to his twin. There was silence in the kitchen again, an awkward silence.

Charlie felt his heart wrench at the thought that this could happen to his family.

Fred and George were normally so happy and always up to something, Charlie had not spent as much time with Hermione as they had but he still felt as if his own sister had been scorned his heart gave a loud beat as a lump grew in his throat.

He hoped that Hermione could see how much they all loved her, how much she had impacted his family.

Fred and George loved her despite all the times they made fun of her.

Ever since second year, when Ron had talked about her the whole summer before they knew one day Hermione would become a Weasley, but that was not the only reason they loved her.

She had become a part of this family, apart of their hearts when she had put their family before her, when she would break the rules to appease them all and risk her life for Harry and Ron and Fred and George and Ginny and hell everyone in their family.

They truly did love her spunkiness and boldness, when she stood up to them she won their hearts, when she would defy the rules or defy a teacher, she won their hearts.

But when she began staying with them all year round and they had more time to spend with her alone that was when she became their younger sister, despite if her and Ron ever did marry.

But the moment that she became their sister was different for Fred and George, they both had their separate stories.


"Shortly after David and her mother came home form the honeymoon she was staying with us, it was dark and stormy out everyone had gone to bed.

Well I had got up to get a drink for Ginny, she had came to our room to hide form the storm. When I was coming down the stairs I heard a small cry, thinking Ginny was on our room I could not place who was down stairs, but it was Hermione she had stayed behind reading a book in the armchair by the fire."

Fred smiled lightly staring at his glass of milk. Everyone had stopped at the sudden noise filling the kitchen staring at their brother listening intently.

"I stood at the top of the stairs watching her for a minute, she was wrapped up in her blanket, the book was thrown by the fire. Her wand was in her hand and she was crying softly, but I couldn't see her face she had her hair down in front of her eyes.

I laughed thinking maybe it was the book that had made her cry so I came down the stairs and came over to the chair and asked her what was wrong.

She just looked at me and told me that the storm scared her and she was too frightened to move. The look she gave me… to be honest it broke my heart."

Fred had a nervous smile on his face, he had never been this open with his older brothers before but when he looked up he saw Charlie and Bill sitting at the table watching him not one smirk on their faces, he grew more confident and continued his story.

"I was not sure what Hermione was used to, what her mother did for her when the storms came so I just did what we did for Ginny.

I walked over to the fireplace and picked up her book, it was a muggle fairytale called "Sleeping Beauty," I put it on the table by the couch and went over to her and picked her up and carried her over to the couch. I laid down with her and held her.

I took the book and opened it up where her marker was I began to read it to her and she started to calm down just a little bit.

She had been crying so hard that her breath was hard for her to catch, she was struggling not to cry anymore, so I leaned down and whispered in her ear that she was safe and I was here to protect her… she closed her eyes and she cried a little harder… I told her that she did not need to cry anymore, that I was there for her.

I wiped at her tears and kept reading to her it was not long before she had fallen asleep…I should have know then huh?" Fred looked up at his brothers, tears shinning in his eyes.

"No Fred, she was not ready for anyone to know. You could not have know. That was a beautiful moment you shared with Hermione, hold on to that Fred. You protected her from her dreams that night Fred, really." Bill told him.

Fred blinked and rubbed at his eyes before taking a drink from his glass of milk. Another rustle form upstairs told them that Percy was awake, it brought the boys out of their thoughts and Bill and Charlie returned to the breakfast.

Charlie handed Fred and George a plate of eggs and bacon and pancakes than built up a plate for Percy.

"Do you think she is going to be ok Bill?" George asked so quietly that Bill almost didn't hear him.

He turned around slowly thinking his words carefully before answering, he was looking at the towel in his hands rubbing them together even tho they were already dry.

"Yes George she will be," Bill spoke confidently. "It's just gonna take a lot of time and a lot of love. I am going to talk to mom today about taking her back to St. Mungo's and try to set her up with a councilor.

She needs someone to talk to, someone that knows what to say and do for her. We can all be there to listen to her and give her all the love we can give but she needs more than that.

I think she needs to get on a sleeping potion, she can't sleep without thinking about it. It's going to be a real hard time and it is going to take a long time to get the Hermione we know back. We just have to be there for her." Bill told them than turned back to the sink, he knew he could do this with his wand but the muggle way just seemed so much more…relaxing.

Percy entered the kitchen his hair unruly and his face puffy with sleep. He sat down in his seat and took a drink of the milk that Charlie put out for him.

"Where is everyone?" he asked after a waking up a bit more.

"Well Hermione and Ron are in his room asleep and Harry and Ginny are in her room asleep and mum and dad are outside for a few." The silence once again took over the kitchen.

Percy chewed his toast thoughtfully,

"How is Hermione? Did she sleep through the night?" Percy looked to each of his brothers.

"She slept through the night, as for how she is doing, I guess she is doing ok. I don't know Perc." came Charlie's voice.

"I hope she's ok, she is such a nice girl she did not deserve this." Percy said before taking another bite of his eggs.

He had gotten more human since Hermione came into their lives but he still had his moments and like most of the Weasley children, food was just something that could not be missed.

Fred and George picked at the food on their plates, but after a few moments George gave a deep sigh and pushed his plate away,

"I need a shower." and walked out of the kitchen.

"He just needs some time, he'll be ok." Fred reassured his family.


In George's fifth year, Hermione's fourth, George had developed somewhat of a crush on Angelina Johnson, Just as she had began to notice her growing feelings for Ron.

Ron was getting pressured to find a date to the ball…well everyone was but Ron was one of the last people to not have a date.

Earlier in the year Hermione had came up to him after one of the games of Quidditch making sure they were alone she took him by the hand and led him to the stands.

She had told him that she knew. He questioned her on what she knew, knowing every well that she knew more than the average person, but her reply surprised him.

"I know you have a crush on Angelina." She had told him with a large smirk.

George being George Weasley became defensive quickly, but she told him that she would keep it a secret, stood up gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked away.

He sat in wonder at her, she confused him and also amazed him.

She was so caring and beautiful, inside and out he had wondered briefly why Ron would not just come right out and tell her how he felt for her just so he could hold her and kiss her whenever he wanted.

But he knew his brother the stubborn git would make her cry time and time again before finally admitting he was in love with his best friend.

Not much longer after the day after Quidditch Fred being a total prat, asked Angelina to the ball and to George's dismay she accepted.

His heart was torn, and Hermione saw it, he watched Ron and Hermione fight about him asking her to the ball too late than watched her storm off.

Later on that night she was sitting in the common room curled into a tight ball on the couch in front of the fire just like almost every night.

He had come down because he could not sleep his heart had been broken by his own twin no less. He came down the stairs and looked at Hermione reading by the glow of the fire, she looked beautiful, the way the fire brought out the bits of gold in her eyes and made her hair more bushy than usual.

She had heard someone come down the stairs and looked up as the footsteps stopped close by.

She saw him.

He had a look she had never seen on his face before, he was defeated and dejected she closed her book, wordlessly sat up a little straighter and motioned for him to sit with her.

He came to her side and sat with her, they looked at each other, a small tear fell from his eyes, she laid him down on her lap, his head on her legs while an arm wrapped around her knees, he cried and she just held him and stroked his hair letting him cry, she calmed him by humming a lullaby to him.

Together they shared an heartache.

Two days had passed, most of the Quidditch team was out in the courtyard together when George saw Ron across the courtyard screaming at Fleur Delacore about going to the ball with him.

She laughed and he went pale with fear.

The team rushed to him and led him back to the common room along George tagging along with them.

When they came to the common room Hermione came to Ron's aid.

Once Harry had taken Ron up to his bed and the rest of the common room began to clear out George caught Hermione's eye.

He walked to her and gave her arm a squeeze and a small encouraging smile and left her.

Later that night after everyone had gone to bed George stayed downstairs in the common room sitting on the couch just staring at the fire.

He could see why Hermione loved it so much, it warmed him yes but it warmed his sou as welll. He got lost in his thoughts while staring at the fire he could see him and Angelina dancing in it's flames.

George heard footsteps leading to the common room and stop by the side of the couch when he looked up he saw her.

Hermione was wearing her night clothes and her hair was wildly out of control and a tear was gently falling down her cheek and it landed on the crossed arms on her chest, George gave a warm smile and motioned for her to sit next to him.

She came rushing at the couch and sat down next to him George looked her over the clothes she was wearing looked somewhat familiar, they were Ron's old maroon sweatpants and gray Chudley Cannons sweatshirt with no socks. He reached behind him and grabbed the blanket that hung on the couch and pulled it over Hermione before wiping a tear the was rolling off her chin and guiding her to lay down on his lap.

Like she had done for him two nights ago, he hummed her a lullaby, one his parents used to sing to him when he was young, and smoothed her hair staring into the fire sharing her pain.

George heard a knock on the door to the bathroom and was shaken from his memories,

"Be right out." He turned off the water and got ready for the day.


So this is a chapter that came out of nowhere, I had no plans of writing this but I was staying at my sisters and a brilliant rainstorm came on. Me being me, (I love to dance in the rain, Don't you?) I went outside and began to dance and hum a song when I looked down at my feet there was theis adorable little bunny, I bent down to pet him and he bit me, damn plot bunnies!.

Hope you liked it! please Review it keeps me awake that extras 20 minutes to finish a fluffy chapter for you!!

Love always

Maggie Ann