Two Step
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
5,574
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Two Step
DISCLAIMER: Characters are the property of J.K. Rowling
“Molly, I’m telling you, I’ll be fine!”
Bill Weasley chuckled as Hermione Granger’s annoyed voice carried out of the kitchen window and across the back yard. Not wanting to be drawn into any argument that involved his mother, he sat down on the back step to listen.
“It is not safe for a young girl to live alone in the middle of London!” Molly Weasley’s tone brooked no argument. Naturally, the twins decided to argue.
“But Mum,” Fred said, “This is the Girl-Who-Made-Lucius-Malfoy-Cry!”
“I forget,” interjected George, “How did you do that again, Hermione?”
“You know very well how I did it! I wish you two would just shut up about it!” Hermione was getting angrier by the minute. Bill chuckled again. In the final battle three weeks before, Hermione had come across Lucius Malfoy torturing a helpless Ron. Like an angry lioness, she had jumped on him, claws bared. Jerking his head back by his ponytail with one hand, she had grabbed his omnipresent cane with the other and beat him over the head with it until he burst into tears and begged for mercy. Since then, the twins had spoken of little else, and had taken to proposing mage age to Hermione at random intervals. That stopped after she planted a passionate kiss on Fred and accepted his proposal. He had backed up in horror and stared at her until she burst into peals of laughter.
In the kitchen, Hermione was girding herself for further argument with Molly. She loved that the Weasleys had practically adopted her along with Harry, but it meant taking the good with the bad. Hermione adored the feeling of a large, loving family, but Molly brought oroterotective to new heights. She had made it through the battle with her family relatively unscathed, and she wasn’t about to let one of them risk themselves now.
“You are not living by yourself, Hermione Granger, and that’s final! And I don’t want to hear any more from you two, either!” Glaring at the twins, Molly walked out of the kitchen, her shoes clicking angrily all the way.
Hermione closed her eyes and gave a weary sigh. Holding up a hand to forestall aommeomments from the twins, she walked out the back door and sat down heavily next to Bill. He put a friendly arm about her and pulled her head down onto his shoulder. “Tell me all about it, love.” Bill put on his best big brother voice as he leaned his head on top of Hermione’s.
“I got an owl from my parents today. They’ve decided to stay in Canada even though it’s safe to come back. The house and practice are alreadld, ld, and I can portkey over anytime, so there isn’t any reason for them to stay. The problem is my grandfather’s house in London. They don’t really want to sell it yet, and they don’t feel good about renting it to strangers, so they want me to live there and take care of it while I decide what to do with my life.” Hermione rolled her shoulders to release the tension there. “Your mother doesn’t think it’s a good idea. I’m obviously too weak and helpless to live on my own.” Suddenly realizing she was talking about Bill’s mother, she hastily added, “Not that I don’t love her, but she can be…”
“Difficult!” finished Bill, laughing. “I used to think that we should lure Voldemort into tracking mud through Mum’s kitchen. He’d have been dead in an hour.” They sank into a moment of companionable silence.
“I just don’t understand why she thinks I need someone to take care of me!” Hermione blurted out. She was aware she sounded distressingly like a whiny teenager.
“I know. Ever since I left Fleur, she won’t hear of me moving out because she’s afraid I won’t have anyone to ‘take care of me’ if I leave. As though I didn’t do fine in Egypt without any help!” The silence fell over them again. Suddenly, Hermione lifted her head and looked Bill in the eyes. A smile lit up her face.
“Bill,” she began, “my grandfather’s house has two bedrooms.” She raised an eyebrow in a move that was eerily reminiscent of Professor Snape. Suddenly, she burst out into enthusiastic speech. “It would be perfect! She’d think you were protecting me and I was taking care of you! We know each other well enough to trust each other, but not so well that we’ll smother each other and…”
Bill put his hand over her mouth. “Relax, Hermione. I think it’s a great idea. We’re roommates!”
“Molly, I’m telling you, I’ll be fine!”
Bill Weasley chuckled as Hermione Granger’s annoyed voice carried out of the kitchen window and across the back yard. Not wanting to be drawn into any argument that involved his mother, he sat down on the back step to listen.
“It is not safe for a young girl to live alone in the middle of London!” Molly Weasley’s tone brooked no argument. Naturally, the twins decided to argue.
“But Mum,” Fred said, “This is the Girl-Who-Made-Lucius-Malfoy-Cry!”
“I forget,” interjected George, “How did you do that again, Hermione?”
“You know very well how I did it! I wish you two would just shut up about it!” Hermione was getting angrier by the minute. Bill chuckled again. In the final battle three weeks before, Hermione had come across Lucius Malfoy torturing a helpless Ron. Like an angry lioness, she had jumped on him, claws bared. Jerking his head back by his ponytail with one hand, she had grabbed his omnipresent cane with the other and beat him over the head with it until he burst into tears and begged for mercy. Since then, the twins had spoken of little else, and had taken to proposing mage age to Hermione at random intervals. That stopped after she planted a passionate kiss on Fred and accepted his proposal. He had backed up in horror and stared at her until she burst into peals of laughter.
In the kitchen, Hermione was girding herself for further argument with Molly. She loved that the Weasleys had practically adopted her along with Harry, but it meant taking the good with the bad. Hermione adored the feeling of a large, loving family, but Molly brought oroterotective to new heights. She had made it through the battle with her family relatively unscathed, and she wasn’t about to let one of them risk themselves now.
“You are not living by yourself, Hermione Granger, and that’s final! And I don’t want to hear any more from you two, either!” Glaring at the twins, Molly walked out of the kitchen, her shoes clicking angrily all the way.
Hermione closed her eyes and gave a weary sigh. Holding up a hand to forestall aommeomments from the twins, she walked out the back door and sat down heavily next to Bill. He put a friendly arm about her and pulled her head down onto his shoulder. “Tell me all about it, love.” Bill put on his best big brother voice as he leaned his head on top of Hermione’s.
“I got an owl from my parents today. They’ve decided to stay in Canada even though it’s safe to come back. The house and practice are alreadld, ld, and I can portkey over anytime, so there isn’t any reason for them to stay. The problem is my grandfather’s house in London. They don’t really want to sell it yet, and they don’t feel good about renting it to strangers, so they want me to live there and take care of it while I decide what to do with my life.” Hermione rolled her shoulders to release the tension there. “Your mother doesn’t think it’s a good idea. I’m obviously too weak and helpless to live on my own.” Suddenly realizing she was talking about Bill’s mother, she hastily added, “Not that I don’t love her, but she can be…”
“Difficult!” finished Bill, laughing. “I used to think that we should lure Voldemort into tracking mud through Mum’s kitchen. He’d have been dead in an hour.” They sank into a moment of companionable silence.
“I just don’t understand why she thinks I need someone to take care of me!” Hermione blurted out. She was aware she sounded distressingly like a whiny teenager.
“I know. Ever since I left Fleur, she won’t hear of me moving out because she’s afraid I won’t have anyone to ‘take care of me’ if I leave. As though I didn’t do fine in Egypt without any help!” The silence fell over them again. Suddenly, Hermione lifted her head and looked Bill in the eyes. A smile lit up her face.
“Bill,” she began, “my grandfather’s house has two bedrooms.” She raised an eyebrow in a move that was eerily reminiscent of Professor Snape. Suddenly, she burst out into enthusiastic speech. “It would be perfect! She’d think you were protecting me and I was taking care of you! We know each other well enough to trust each other, but not so well that we’ll smother each other and…”
Bill put his hand over her mouth. “Relax, Hermione. I think it’s a great idea. We’re roommates!”