Molly Weasley sure is tired. She went to Hogwarts, then her son, Ron Weasley, is dead and now she is going home. She walked for about 5 hours then had to go ahead and sit down to rest her sore and swollen ankles.

"I may be the 'Maiden of the Steel Rose Bushes' but I just can't walk for hundreds of miles without rest!" She said.

There was no one there to catch her out trifling so she lied some more, savoring the delicious untruths on her fickle tongue.

"Oh boo hoo I am sad because my recent loss," she lied and; "whatever will I do without Ron Weasley around in my life anymore!?"

But then she got bored of lying to no one in particular because there were no particular people about her.

She decided to go to the village she could see from where she was sit down.

The Village had a comfy cozy look about it, there were old fashioned street lamps lining the main street of the town and a bunch of thatched roofs on the houses. Molly estimated there was about 2000 or so people all told in the village. There was a small apothecary shop called 'Miltons' and a Wal-Mart right smack in the middle of the town square.

Molly went to Wal-Mart because she is lonely and that's where she got knocked up with Ron in the first place so she was feeling a little sentimental.

"Hello Molly Weasley we haven't seen you in a couple of years!" The greeter welcomed her at the door.

Molly didn't even deign to respond to the lowly greeter because he is an elderly person with no one to love him enough to take care of his enfeebled state and so he works at Wal-Mart...

"Don't you know who I am!?" Molly demanded angrily, "I'm Molly -Fucking!- Weasley and I don't need any more of your bullshit today Im in mourning!"

Then she went the store.

Inside the Wal-Mart the lights were so very bright! The floors were waxed and you couldn't even see all the shit, mucus, and blood the local hicks were liable to track into the store every-time they came to town for corn liquor and straw hats.

Molly had arrived to Hogwarts that morning at around 8 am and she hadn't had anything to drink since so she was starting to lose her buzz. She sauntered sullenly to the beer cooler at the back the store.

On her way she passed the Camping/Outdoor section and she grabbed a camping chair, then she unfolded the prongs that make up the 'legs' to the chair and she sat down on it right in front of the cooler with all the PBR's in it. Normally she couldn't afford something like that but since she didn't actually plan on paying money for any of this because she is so very poor she decided to treat herself.

"PPPPssSt" went the can of beer she just opened.

She gulped it down in one enormous swallow then belched in a manner most unladylike. Someone was in the aisle with her, his name was Edmond Trillby the 4th and he scoffed at Molly's boorish behaviour.

"Really!" He muttered under his breath and he straightened up his tie. He began to walk away sniffily with his held head high but Molly rose ponderously from her camping chair and blocked his path.

"What's all this then faggot bitch boy nice tie and suit you wearing you some kind of gayboy playing dress up becausey you like peckers to your butthole faggot!?" Molly said.

Then Molly began to stand even closer to poor, befuddled, Edmond Trillby than she already was and she got right up in his face!

"Ermm. oh... oh my," Edmond said innefectually.

He was a willowy thin man, tall and pale. A little bit of color was reddening the cheeks on his otherwise very pale face. Edmond was so pale that he made a point of never wearing white shirts because it looked like he wasn't even wearing a shirt at all that way because he is so very pale and that would be inappropriate!

"please ma'm let me pass," he said weakly.

"That's right you dumbass coon, I do what I want when I want!,... who I want..." Moly responded sagely, she let the last part of what she said trail of into a suggestive whisper and she undid the top part of her blouse to further expose her pendulous breasts.

A few years back she had gotten even larger breast implants for her 54th birthday and the silicon didn't age properly because of her thin, freckled skin allowing too much sunlight into it and they drooped down further and further the more she unbuttoned her shirt in front of Edmond.

"Oh daer oh please someone!" Edmond mewled, kittenishly.

"MMMMMMMMM" Molly said and she rucked up her mini skirt and show him her pussy.

She was wearing lacy pink understockings and both sides of her vaginal lips plopped out around the elastic rim of the panties, she gyrated her hips seductively and made the dangling lips plop together with a wet "SplishSplish"ing sound.

Edmond was too horrified to even repsond to this invitation properly.

He got even paler than he already was (see the preceding paragraphs for more information about Edmond Trillby's specific skin tone, it's usually not important at all because I don't even see race but it actually matters for the story in this instance, xoxo-E.b)

"Oh...Oh! No!" Edmond said and he began to back away with faltering steps.

"Mmmmmm big boy u like this!?" Molly said, seductively.

She began to advance upon the poor stuttering fellow and her loose pussy lips sagged down about 1/3rd way to her nobbly knees and swayed back an forth. There was a sharp tangy odor and the motion of her drooping vagina wafted it about further: it smelled like a block of cheese got left in a hot car, but not just any car, a car that has some really bad water damage like its been in a flood and has mildew inside of it and black mold too.

"C'mon big daddy give us a shag!" Molly said.

But by then Edmond had backed into a very stern looking Security Guard.

The Security Guard was Albert Edmington and he was in mood for shenanigans today because he was in the process of a bad divorce...

"Ma'm I'm gonna need you to roll your vagina back up into your underwear and please leave this very flustered gentleman alone!" Albert barked authoritatively.

Edmond was making pathetic mewling sounds of agreement and he rapidly shook his head all the while he stood behind the Security-Guard, keeping Molly's distended genitalia out of sight.

"Whatever you daft cunt!" Molly bellowed, clearly dissapointed and not a little angry.

"sMASH!" She smashed her bottled-beer on the floor in her anger.

The Security Man folded his arms at this silly display of feminine jealousy.

Edmond scampered out of the Wal-Mart and he never did come back...

SMash SMASH SHASH!

Molly went to a cooler and began throwing bottles of Mike Hard Lemonade and Budweiser with Lime onto the floor.

Smash SMASH! went the broken bottles, one after another, right there in the aisle with Molly who kep throwing them.

"Okay, really...!" The Security Guard said.

BUt Molly didn't listen and she kep smashing bottles. She had a special disdain for the Budweisers with Lime; "Bud with LIme! HA! Who would even drink this trash when they's perfectly good piss lying around!"

Now that Molly Weasley is good and drunk she also gets pretty horny. I mean, they don't call her a 'bush-maiden' for nothing!

"Who's gonna fuck me!?" She demands.

The Security Man doesn't like it when people say swears or talk dirty about sex because he has autism so he left.

"Which one you limp dick piece of shits gonna give me a shag an' a baby eh!?" Molly demands.

Everyone still in that area of the store makes a point to avoid eye contact with this very emotional woman and they give her a lot of space to work through her grief. Eventually Molly got tired of smashing bottles and she went to leave the store and keep going home... Maybe she could get Arthur to put on some KISS records and wear face paint to fuck her like old times... Maybe...

Afterall... a girl can dream... can't she?