Fic: Tell Her, Hermione/Bill, PG
Title: Tell Her
Author: Gilly
Rating: PG
Words: 602, Drabble
Disclaimer: JKR is a Goddess, and I am unfit to write her characters.
AN: This was written a few months ago, in early Spring, so it doesn't follow the newer developments of HBP.
Bill Weasley apparated onto the porch on the front of his family home, The Burrow. It was warm, and the humidity hit him instantly, a far cry from the cool dankness of the cave he had been working in only moments before. The air felt heavy, as though it were pressing in on him, and squeezing the air from his chest. He raised his wand, and quietly uttered a cooling charm around him, before going into the lop sided home.
Bill had been staying at his family home for a few months now, ever since an accident which had broken his now healed leg. The house, which had been nearly empty when he arrived all those months ago, had since filled with people. His youngest brother, Ron, had left behind his last year at Hogwarts, and both he and his friend, the famous Harry Potter, had immediately started training as Aurors. Besides them, his sister Ginny had come home for her last free summer before she was an adult, and had dragged a friend of both hers and Ron’s, Hermione Granger. Hermione was taking the summer off before starting an apprenticeship in Charms in the fall.
His mother was standing at the sink, rinsing off some vegetables. He glanced around the Burrow, but saw no one else in the immediate area. Before he had a chance to remark on the unusual quietness of the home, Ron and Harry bounded down the stairs wearing just shorts, with towels slung across their shoulders. Ron and Harry must have only just gotten home, Bill thought, before glancing at the time. It was late afternoon, which meant his father should be home soon, and Ginny should be lurking around some where.
“Oi, Bill.” Ron shouted on his way out the door.
“Hey Bill,” Harry followed up with as he darted out the door. Molly Weasley turned to glance at the door, and smiled brightly at Bill.
“Pumpkin, come help your dear old mum.”
“Don’t call me pumpkin, and I will.” Bill winked at his mum as he made his way over to her, giving her a brief affectionate hug. Prodding gently, Bill pushed Molly aside, and took over cleaning the potatoes off. Molly snorted, and rather than sitting down, grabbed a cleaned potato, and began to peel it. Bill glanced out the window, and watched as Ron and Harry raced down a small hill over to a pond a bit further away. Bill could see it without any problems, and his eyes flitted over the two girls already there. The hair color made it easy for him to pick out which witch was Hermione, and which witch was Ginny. His eyes settled on Hermione as he quietly continued.
“You should just ask her, Bill. I think you might be surprised at her answer.” Bill blinked, and turned to see his mother watching the two girls, before she turned towards him with a twinkle in his eye to rival that of Professor Dumbledore.
“Don’t know what you’re talking bout, Mum. Where do you want these?” He held up a pot of cleaned potatoes.
“William Weasley, don’t play dense with me. I know you too well for that to work. Now, set those on the table, and go upstairs and get into those swim things you have. Get out of here.” She swatted at him with a towel, chasing him until he got to the stairs. She smiled before turning back to her cooking. Bill turned at the bottom of the stairs and looked at his mother with a fond smile, then turned and disappeared up the stairs.
Author: Gilly
Rating: PG
Words: 602, Drabble
Disclaimer: JKR is a Goddess, and I am unfit to write her characters.
AN: This was written a few months ago, in early Spring, so it doesn't follow the newer developments of HBP.
Bill Weasley apparated onto the porch on the front of his family home, The Burrow. It was warm, and the humidity hit him instantly, a far cry from the cool dankness of the cave he had been working in only moments before. The air felt heavy, as though it were pressing in on him, and squeezing the air from his chest. He raised his wand, and quietly uttered a cooling charm around him, before going into the lop sided home.
Bill had been staying at his family home for a few months now, ever since an accident which had broken his now healed leg. The house, which had been nearly empty when he arrived all those months ago, had since filled with people. His youngest brother, Ron, had left behind his last year at Hogwarts, and both he and his friend, the famous Harry Potter, had immediately started training as Aurors. Besides them, his sister Ginny had come home for her last free summer before she was an adult, and had dragged a friend of both hers and Ron’s, Hermione Granger. Hermione was taking the summer off before starting an apprenticeship in Charms in the fall.
His mother was standing at the sink, rinsing off some vegetables. He glanced around the Burrow, but saw no one else in the immediate area. Before he had a chance to remark on the unusual quietness of the home, Ron and Harry bounded down the stairs wearing just shorts, with towels slung across their shoulders. Ron and Harry must have only just gotten home, Bill thought, before glancing at the time. It was late afternoon, which meant his father should be home soon, and Ginny should be lurking around some where.
“Oi, Bill.” Ron shouted on his way out the door.
“Hey Bill,” Harry followed up with as he darted out the door. Molly Weasley turned to glance at the door, and smiled brightly at Bill.
“Pumpkin, come help your dear old mum.”
“Don’t call me pumpkin, and I will.” Bill winked at his mum as he made his way over to her, giving her a brief affectionate hug. Prodding gently, Bill pushed Molly aside, and took over cleaning the potatoes off. Molly snorted, and rather than sitting down, grabbed a cleaned potato, and began to peel it. Bill glanced out the window, and watched as Ron and Harry raced down a small hill over to a pond a bit further away. Bill could see it without any problems, and his eyes flitted over the two girls already there. The hair color made it easy for him to pick out which witch was Hermione, and which witch was Ginny. His eyes settled on Hermione as he quietly continued.
“You should just ask her, Bill. I think you might be surprised at her answer.” Bill blinked, and turned to see his mother watching the two girls, before she turned towards him with a twinkle in his eye to rival that of Professor Dumbledore.
“Don’t know what you’re talking bout, Mum. Where do you want these?” He held up a pot of cleaned potatoes.
“William Weasley, don’t play dense with me. I know you too well for that to work. Now, set those on the table, and go upstairs and get into those swim things you have. Get out of here.” She swatted at him with a towel, chasing him until he got to the stairs. She smiled before turning back to her cooking. Bill turned at the bottom of the stairs and looked at his mother with a fond smile, then turned and disappeared up the stairs.