Hermione
Molly spent the day keeping me busy, first we picked some fruits from the orchards. Then we went about feeding the chickens. We cleaned ourselves and had lunch. After lunch we began to plant some rose bushes.
I loved the colors she chose; one was a sunset rose, they always reminded me of fire. The others were blue roses; I knew that they didn’t occur in naturally, so I asked Molly.
“They are kept blue with a potion. I just love the shade that they are.” Apparently, you mix the potion in with white roses while they are still in a pot, apply the potion weekly until they keep color, and they stay like that for as long as the plant is alive.
“Yes, the color is truly beautiful. They remind me of my mother.” I told her. “My mum had blue eyes, almost like half of your families. They reminded me of the ocean.”
“You know, why don’t I send one with you to Romania. With a few charms you can keep them looking good all year round, I can show them to you.” She told me.
“Oh, no Molly I have a hard time keeping plants alive in general. Professor Sprouts was always upset with my at Hogwarts.” I cringed remembering the last couple of plants that I killed.
“I can take care of it for you.” We turned around to see Charlie standing behind us with a sandwich in hand.
“You Weasley men always have some type of food in hand.” I laughed at the site of him. He’s in yet another flannel and white shirt. His hair is tied back this time. “Can you keep plants alive Charlie?”
He stuck his tongue out at me. “Yes, I can. Mum can attest to that.”
Molly nodded her head agreement. I looked between them and then at the blue rose bush. It was lovely and a small reminder of my mother. All I had from her was a necklace that she gave me when I turned fifteen. I haven’t worn it since I obliviated them.
“Okay, I’ll take one with me then.”
Molly’s smile grew wider and proceeded to tell Charlie and I the spells to maintain it. After a while I grew tired and excused myself to go inside. Charlie stayed behind to help his mother put the last two bushes in the ground.
I sat on the couch, and suddenly wanted to listen to music. I didn’t want to listen to wizarding music I wanted the muggle music that I grew up listening to. There was no way to do that though because muggle music players don’t play to well in the magical world. One of my favorites was Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper. I was a kid listening to that song, thinking about a fake romance, one that would leave me in pieces after we broke up. I would sing it dramatically and my mum would roll her eyes. I didn’t even realize that I had started to sing it.
If your lost you can look and you will find me, time after time
If you fall, I will catch you, time after time
“Who knew Hermione Granger could sing?” Charlie stood behind the couch, where I was sitting.
“I can also do magic, want to see?” I pointed my wand at him, a smile dancing across my lips.
He held his arms up in defense. “No thank you. I’ve seen it enough time.”
“Awe, too bad then.” I put my wand back into its holster on my leg.
“So, what song it that? Muggle?” He sat next to me on the couch.
“Yes, It’s by an American singer. When I was a kid, before Hogwarts, I used to sing it and imagine this crazy romance. I remembered it because my mum would roll her eyes at me when I sang it.” I moved to be closer to him. I shouldn’t rely on him this much, shouldn’t keep thinking of my dream last night, but it’s of no use. I curse at my heart for choosing fantasy over the cold hard reality of the situation.
This was not the situation where a happy ever after is going to happen. I had to think of the future of my children that would be here in less than eight months. But for the moment I will let comfort win.
He welcomed me next to him, opening his arm for me to put my head on his chest. I didn’t refuse, instead I got comfortable in his arms. Listening to the sound of his breath relaxed me in a special way. In a way he felt closer to home, and that was a dangerous thought. Because Charlie can’t be home for me. Not anymore.
. . . . .
I blinked my eyes open several times; it was dark in the room. I felt overheated, there was a blanket over me, and I felt like I was being weighed down. My eyes finally adjusted so I could see what it was. It was Charlie’s arm still over me; I turned my head to look at his face and he was asleep too.
Shit. I must have fallen asleep on him. Damn him and his good nature, he probably didn’t want to wake me. But then who put the blanket over us?
I quickly realized that it was the smell of food that woke me up. If this kept up, I ready would be one of the Weasley children. I unwrapped Charlie’s arm from me and made my way to the kitchen. The smell was heavenly, some type of roast. Molly was working on something on the countertop.
“Do you need any help Molly?” She turned around and smiled.
“I’m alright. Just about finished, why don’t you set the table up.” She pointed her head to the cupboard.
I did as she instructed.
“How are you feeling?” Molly asked rather quietly.
“I am okay. Overwhelmed more than anything. It was a lot to take in for me and I know nothing of pregnancy, especially twins. But I feel better now, I should have known that keeping everything to myself was absurd.” My hands went down to my little bump that had thrown my world upside down.
“It’s okay, you were scared, and doing what you thought best for your babies. None of us can fault you for that. It’s a different type of protectiveness, it can take a hold of you with such force.” Molly hugged me. “Do not feel bad for one minute. Now we are all here for you. And I cannot wait for two new grandchildren. Let’s get some food in you dear.”
I nodded. Of course, Molly always thought that food was the best answer. And for once, I agree with her, my life was not my own anymore. I shared it with two more and that was a fact that will never change.
In the distance I could hear Charlie roar to life quite literally. What I am assuming was supposed to be a groan sounded like a roar. It made me laugh, this man was more beast than anything.
Dinner went quickly, I was correct that it was a roast. The small talk was a welcomed break for me. It was only Molly, Arthur, Ron, and Charlie. The rest would join us tomorrow for Sunday dinner, as well as a handful of them going to my flat with me to collect the things I need for the move. I was never going to be allowed to be alone for a while.
. . . .
The morning went similarly to yesterday, Molly made breakfast and said she didn’t need my help. I think she just wanted to get me to rest, smart witch too because she handed me a book on twin pregnancies. I sat in the living room and made it about fifty pages in before Charlie came into the living room without a shirt on. His tattoos on full display, I would be lying to myself if I didn’t imagine what it would be like to have my hands on his bare chest. I found my eyes looking at his chest. My cheeks flushed, and I gathered myself.
“If your mum sees all your tattoos, you’ll have a lecture first thing in the morning.” He turned his head, not having noticed me on the chair.
“True, but I thought you liked looking at my tattoos?” He smirked.
“I do, I told you before the reason why.” I take not of the animated dragons gliding on his skin. I raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t change the fact that your mum is going to be upset.”
“That she is.” Molly was now standing in the living room behind him. It took everything in me not to smile. “Charles Weasley, why on earth are you shirtless? Are there more tattoos on you? I swear you will never find someone at this rate.”
He groaned. “I’m going to go on a short run mum. I’ll be back before breakfast.”
He was out the door before she retorts anything back to him. Molly returned to the kitchen muttering under her breath about her children. I let my smile show, I had told him what would happen.
Through the window I could see him head off through the orchards. He looked very fit; he probably had no issue finding women to date. He probably just never brought them back home. I had to pull my eyes away to get back to my book. It felt like it was going to be a long day. For now, I would just enjoy the early spring sunlight.
. . . .
I knew that I had forgotten something. It was nagging at me after breakfast. I was getting ready to head to my place with Charlie, hoping to separate some things before the rest came over. But by the time I realized what I forgot; Charlie was already in the bedroom grabbing things to pack up.
And now, I felt like a teenager up the duff. I forgot to pack the box of things under my bed.
“Well. Well. Well. Hermione, I never knew you to be the type.” Charlie said, trying and failing to hold in a laugh.
He knew my darkest secret now, my gods, I should have been more careful. I could die of embarrassment. He found my toys. “You see Charlie, muggles make these great little things”-
“This one is not little.” He reached in pulling out one of my larger dildos.
“I know, everyone has their preferences, Charlie.” I walked over to grab the box away from him.
He bent over in laughter, and I knocked him to the floor with my foot. “That hurt.”
“Oh really? Big, burly dragon tamer hurt by little me?” I laughed at the site of him on the floor. Next thing I knew I was on the bed being tickled. Our laughter filled the room, and I promised revenge, he didn’t take it seriously. Neither would I because the words came out between fits of laughter. Once he stopped, he laid on the bed next to me, both of us calming down.
“So immature.” I told him. Then I stuck my tongue out at him.
“You started this, witch.” He turned to look at me.
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get up before your siblings get here.” I rose to get out of bed.
I looked back at him still laying on my bed, I didn’t know how much longer I could keep my distance from him. It wasn’t a big difference, between the attraction that I held for him before and now. I suppose the difference was that I used Malfoy to move on from those feelings and now I am left with this mess.
“Okay, to be continued later.” He got up and picked up my fallen box, closing it up.
We organized the boxes in the living room. Then the rest came piling in, everyone except Percy who was busy with Arthur. The boys all started to pile the boxes into corners, taking care of my book boxes that they put weightless charms on to lift.
The last of the Weasleys to come in was Ginny, who looked like a God of war. Harry right behind her with a similar look.
“What’s wrong?” I looked between them, all of us having a look of worry.
“This! Look at it!” She threw down a copy of the prophet.
Source Leaks the Real Reason for Malfoy Nuptials: Parkinson Pregnant 4 months along
I felt my heart drop before my legs gave way. I was never truly in love with Draco, but I tried, I cared for him. The shock made my legs buckle underneath me.
A pair of arms caught me before I hit the floor. I vaguely heard them yelling for me, but I couldn’t understand it. I did hear Charlie call out for me before I let it all go.