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Chapter 9 : The Strength in Bonds
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Hermione sat by the lake with Mrs. Weasley and Ginny. Bill and Fleur were still asleep; Victoire had a rough night, so they hadn’t gotten to bed until the sun had risen. Percy and Audrey had gone for a walk around the lake, and the rest of the boys were exploring the woods with Teddy. The two year old liked looking at the plants. Hermione smiled as she remembered the first time she’d seen Teddy metamorph. Harry had brought him up to her flat one Saturday. He had set his sight on a vase of flowers and right before their eyes his skin turned green and waxy. Then his hair took on the color and texture of the flower petals. Knowing Teddy, he would be sporting some new plant look when he got back today.
Still smiling to herself Hermione tuned back into the conversation the redheaded women to her left were carrying on. “No Mum”
“But Ginny dear, you can talk to me about anything”
“I said no mum; it’s too uncomfortable talking about these things with your mum.”
Mrs. Weasley shot Hermione a shrewd look, “Well then how about a friend. You and Hermione are like sisters talk to her about it.”
Hermione looked between the two women in horror, it was never a good idea to get between two Weasley women when a fight might break out, “I really don’t want to intrude, if Ginny doesn’t want to talk I don’t want to force her.”
Ginny snorted, “you don’t even know what we’re talking about do you?” Hermione shook her head and glared at Mrs. Weasley who was trying to hide her smile.
“Ginny dear, why don’t you tell Hermione the whole story and then we’ll revisit this issue.”
Ginny roller her eyes and began, “okay, we’ve been arguing about Harry. You know that we’ve been together for two years now and that we haven’t slept together. Mum is concerned, although I don’t know why. Most mothers would not try to rush their daughter into bed with a man. It’s not that we don’t want to, our physical relationship is great. The problem is that we both work long hours, we frequently have to travel, so we go extended periods of time without seeing each other. We want our first time to be special.” Ginny paused as though unsure if she should go on, Hermione tried to look encouraging. “Okay fine, but you can’t tell Harry I told you this. I think he’s a little unsure of himself because he never got ‘the talk’. There was no one to sit him down and he isn’t exactly going to talk about our sex life with my dad or my brothers.”
Hermione let what she’d learned sink in, “I could talk to him.” Ginny and Mrs. Weasley looked at Hermione liked she’d grown a second head. “What it’s not like he doesn’t know where babies come from, it’s just sex I have a book I can give him.” Ginny and Mrs. Weasley still looked shocked, “Honestly, he’s one of my best friends, it’ll be an awkward conversation, but I think we’ll survive it. I have a book about it.” Still receiving flabbergasted looks from Ginny and Mrs. Weasley Hermione continued, “I was curious how ‘the talk’ would be different in the Wizarding world, so I bought a book that discusses both.”
Ginny and Mrs. Weasley broke out into giggles, soon Hermione joined them. She couldn’t help but think that this would be one of the most unpleasant conversations she and Harry would ever have. Eventually the giggling subsided and Hermione clutched at a stich in her side. When she looked up Hermione found Ginny staring at her, “What Ginny?” Ginny tilted her head to the side still staring at Hermione, “You would really do that for him?” Hermione smiled, “of course, I always wanted a brother growing up. When Harry and I became friends I finally got the brother I always wanted.” Ginny Beamed at Hermione and nodded her head in thanks.
Hermione noticed that Mrs. Weasley had tears in her eyes and looked down at her lap. She was always a little uncertain when it came to tears. Ginny patted her mother’s hand and Mrs. Weasley collected herself enough to speak, “well that was lovely girls.” As the afternoon progressed the women all occupied themselves with other things. Mrs. Weasley was knitting, Ginny was working on plays for the Harpies, and Hermione was entrenched in rewriting some old Werewolf legislation. Hermione bit her tongue trying to control her anger as she read through the blatant bigotry and silly prejudice that had been turned into law. As evening approached Hermione finished her work and looked around. It struck her how special these moments were. A day of easy chatter and comfortable silence. Hermione had never really had many friends before Hogwarts and then her friends were mainly boys. She stopped and let herself really appreciate the bond she had with these women and how special that bond really was.
Hermione was jolted back to reality by the sound of Ginny’s voice, “Hermione, Earth to Hermione.” “Sorry Ginny I was just thinking.” Mrs. Weasley looked up from her knitting, “what about love?” Hermione smiled, “About how wonderful this is.” Hermione gestured to the space between the three women, “this friendship, I never really had friends who were girls before, it’s nice.” Mrs. Weasley put down her knitting to look at the two young women, “it is the men may not like to believe this, but these bonds are what build a family, they are incredibly powerful and are something to be treasured.”
Hermione lapsed back into silence and the women all returned to their tasks comfortable in each other’s presence. Not long after Hermione heard the approach of the men. Sure enough Teddy’s skin looked like tree bark and his hair like leaves. Everyone gather around the fire for another camping style dinner. They all really enjoyed roasting food on the stakes. As night fell Hermione snuggled into Ron’s side and looked around at the women around the campfire. Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Fleur, even Audrey; were all incredible women in their own way. A deep sense of peace settled over Hermione when she realized she was one of them too, she belonged here.
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