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Tellin’ Molly - H/R - G
Title: Tellin’ Molly
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: G
Happy Christmasrosina_alcona, magicofisis, lysrouge, lardencelover, green_fairy_, maegunnbatt, resqdog51 and aidendavis !
What a pleasure to write for people who grock a canon ship! And no, Lily, you do not get Ron/Draco! It hasn’t been betad, because it is a gift for all my H/Rers I usually bother!
And it can be thought of as a sequel to Mud and Custard and The Green Fairy and Telling Hermione and All things being equal.
Tellin’ Molly
****
Their lips were a millimetre from meeting in the perfect kiss when there was a dreadful noise from the lounge as somebody fell out of their fireplace and a voice called “Ronald Weasley, you come out here this minute!”
Ron’s face, which had been rapt with wonder and love, tightened with fear. “Fuck,” he whispered, “it’s Mum!” and he dived under the covers.
Harry laughed, hauled him out by one arm and threw some clothes at him. “Come on you,” he muttered, half way through a sweater, “let’s go out and face the music.”
Ron groaned and looked miserably at the t-shirt in his hands.
Harry sat down beside him and turned his gloomy face towards him with one fingertip on his chin. “Ron,” he said, “are we adults?”
“Mmmm.”
“Are we in a serious relationship?”
“Mmmm.”
“Do you love me?”
“Yeah!”
“Are you scared of your mother?”
“Merlin, yeah!”
Harry rolled his eyes and whacked him on the shoulder. “Get dressed, Weasley!” he ordered and stood up to pull on his jeans.
When he had pulled the grumbling Ron to his feet and practically dressed him, he opened the door to the lounge and they entered – Harry purposefully, Ron dragging his feet.
Molly was standing in the middle of the room, arms folded, eyes flashing and steam coming from her ears. OK, maybe not actual steam, but her 6’3” son quailed before her.
“Well?” she demanded, the second they stood before her.
“Have a seat, Molly,” said Harry gesturing to the armchair and pulling Ron to the sofa.
Molly harrumphed and sat down opposite them, “Well?” she repeated.
“Well, what?” muttered Ron, and Harry rolled his eyes.
“I take it you were listening to the wireless?” he asked, calmly.
“Yes, yes I was Harry. And how dare you do this to me!” she practically hissed, and Harry flinched as Ron crumpled into his corner of the sofa.
“Molly,” Harry said, one hand held out to her, “I don’t think you…”
“No, you didn’t think, did you?” she interrupted. She took a deep breath. “I know your up bringing wasn’t all it could have been, Harry, but I have been like a mother to you for eight years. And I know that Ron wasn’t brought up to…”
“Molly, please…”
“How could you both…”
“Stop it!” Ron shouted, leaping to his feet and towering over his mother, who gaped up at him, astonished.
“Ron,” Harry said, “it’s OK.”
“No, Harry, it isn’t OK,” said Ron, turning back to Molly. “Yes, I always thought I’d been brought up well, and yes, you are like a mother to Harry, but we are adults now, and we have been through more together than anyone should ever have to, and now we are together together, and I love him. I love him so much that sometimes it hurts.
“And this is one of those times, Mum. Because I never thought I’d have to justify it to you of all people. What about everything you and Dad taught us about toleration? About people being equal – or was that just a Pureblood/Muggleborn thing? Doesn’t it apply to Harry and me being together? Is there something wrong with that? Is there, Is there?
“Because I can’t believe that there is. Not when I feel like this about him. And did you actually listen to him on the wireless? Did you hear him tell the world that we are together? Because he cares more about me than anything else in the world. And he wants everyone to know that. Everyone.
“You heard that journalist – The Boy Who Loved! We are going to get such flack for this, and you were the last person I thought would hate us for it, Mum, the last one.” And, running out of steam, he sank down onto the sofa, breathing heavily, to find them both gaping at him, stunned.
“Ron,” Harry breathed, reaching out to take his hand.
They stared at each other for a handful of heartbeats and Harry raised his hand to push Ron’s hair out of his eyes.
Molly cleared her throat, and they both blushed and turned to face her again, holding tight to each other’s hand.
She looked at them with a strange expression on her face, then reached out and took their free hands in her own. “OK, maybe I over-reacted and came in here shouting at you, but you didn’t give me a chance to finish, did you?
“Yes, I am angry; yes I am disappointed. I am angry with you both for letting me find out on the wireless. I am angry that my feelings mean as little to you as those of one of the groupies Harry has hanging around at the Cannons. I am disappointed that you didn’t come to us and tell us that you were together. This is not the way I should have found out, Ronald.”
“I’m sorry, Mum,” Ron muttered.
“Yes, Molly, you’re right, we’re sorry. We should have told you first. I, um, I didn’t mean to tell the world like that, it’s just the journalist kept assuming I’d be thrilled with all the attention and I just wanted everyone to know I’m taken.” He pulled their joined hands into his lap.
“OK, so you’re upset we didn’t tell you – but what about us being together?” asked Ron, swallowing nervously.
“Yes, well. I can’t say I’m thrilled about it – but that is mainly because I know you are going to be treated horribly by some people – and I don’t want my babies…”
“We’re not babies, Mum,” Ron interrupted.
“You are still my boys, both of you. But I’ve always known how close you are – and I can’t imagine anyone else managing to come between you anyway – I was talking to Arthur about that just the other day – saying I cannot imagine either of you with a girlfriend.” She sighed and smiled wryly. “Well, I won’t have to worry about that now, will I?”
They both laughed nervously.
“You take good care of each other?” she asked, seriously.
“We always have, Molly,” Harry said.
“There’s no one I’d else trust to take care of him,” said Ron, earnestly. “Really Mum, it couldn’t have worked out better. This way Hermione will always keep an eye on both of us, and I will always be able to focus on Harry.”
“Honestly Molly,” Harry said, “no one else could put up with me – no wonder I fell in love with Ron.”
There was a crash and a scream from the top of the stairs leading down to the shop and they all turned in time to see Ginny turn and run back downstairs.
“Um, I’ll take this one,” said Ron, kissing Harry quickly on the cheek and rushing after his sister.
Title: Tellin’ Molly
Author:
shocfixPairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: G
Happy Christmas
rosina_alcona, magicofisis, lysrouge, lardencelover, green_fairy_, maegunnbatt, resqdog51 and aidendavis !What a pleasure to write for people who grock a canon ship! And no, Lily, you do not get Ron/Draco! It hasn’t been betad, because it is a gift for all my H/Rers I usually bother!
And it can be thought of as a sequel to Mud and Custard and The Green Fairy and Telling Hermione and All things being equal.
Tellin’ Molly
****
Their lips were a millimetre from meeting in the perfect kiss when there was a dreadful noise from the lounge as somebody fell out of their fireplace and a voice called “Ronald Weasley, you come out here this minute!”
Ron’s face, which had been rapt with wonder and love, tightened with fear. “Fuck,” he whispered, “it’s Mum!” and he dived under the covers.
Harry laughed, hauled him out by one arm and threw some clothes at him. “Come on you,” he muttered, half way through a sweater, “let’s go out and face the music.”
Ron groaned and looked miserably at the t-shirt in his hands.
Harry sat down beside him and turned his gloomy face towards him with one fingertip on his chin. “Ron,” he said, “are we adults?”
“Mmmm.”
“Are we in a serious relationship?”
“Mmmm.”
“Do you love me?”
“Yeah!”
“Are you scared of your mother?”
“Merlin, yeah!”
Harry rolled his eyes and whacked him on the shoulder. “Get dressed, Weasley!” he ordered and stood up to pull on his jeans.
When he had pulled the grumbling Ron to his feet and practically dressed him, he opened the door to the lounge and they entered – Harry purposefully, Ron dragging his feet.
Molly was standing in the middle of the room, arms folded, eyes flashing and steam coming from her ears. OK, maybe not actual steam, but her 6’3” son quailed before her.
“Well?” she demanded, the second they stood before her.
“Have a seat, Molly,” said Harry gesturing to the armchair and pulling Ron to the sofa.
Molly harrumphed and sat down opposite them, “Well?” she repeated.
“Well, what?” muttered Ron, and Harry rolled his eyes.
“I take it you were listening to the wireless?” he asked, calmly.
“Yes, yes I was Harry. And how dare you do this to me!” she practically hissed, and Harry flinched as Ron crumpled into his corner of the sofa.
“Molly,” Harry said, one hand held out to her, “I don’t think you…”
“No, you didn’t think, did you?” she interrupted. She took a deep breath. “I know your up bringing wasn’t all it could have been, Harry, but I have been like a mother to you for eight years. And I know that Ron wasn’t brought up to…”
“Molly, please…”
“How could you both…”
“Stop it!” Ron shouted, leaping to his feet and towering over his mother, who gaped up at him, astonished.
“Ron,” Harry said, “it’s OK.”
“No, Harry, it isn’t OK,” said Ron, turning back to Molly. “Yes, I always thought I’d been brought up well, and yes, you are like a mother to Harry, but we are adults now, and we have been through more together than anyone should ever have to, and now we are together together, and I love him. I love him so much that sometimes it hurts.
“And this is one of those times, Mum. Because I never thought I’d have to justify it to you of all people. What about everything you and Dad taught us about toleration? About people being equal – or was that just a Pureblood/Muggleborn thing? Doesn’t it apply to Harry and me being together? Is there something wrong with that? Is there, Is there?
“Because I can’t believe that there is. Not when I feel like this about him. And did you actually listen to him on the wireless? Did you hear him tell the world that we are together? Because he cares more about me than anything else in the world. And he wants everyone to know that. Everyone.
“You heard that journalist – The Boy Who Loved! We are going to get such flack for this, and you were the last person I thought would hate us for it, Mum, the last one.” And, running out of steam, he sank down onto the sofa, breathing heavily, to find them both gaping at him, stunned.
“Ron,” Harry breathed, reaching out to take his hand.
They stared at each other for a handful of heartbeats and Harry raised his hand to push Ron’s hair out of his eyes.
Molly cleared her throat, and they both blushed and turned to face her again, holding tight to each other’s hand.
She looked at them with a strange expression on her face, then reached out and took their free hands in her own. “OK, maybe I over-reacted and came in here shouting at you, but you didn’t give me a chance to finish, did you?
“Yes, I am angry; yes I am disappointed. I am angry with you both for letting me find out on the wireless. I am angry that my feelings mean as little to you as those of one of the groupies Harry has hanging around at the Cannons. I am disappointed that you didn’t come to us and tell us that you were together. This is not the way I should have found out, Ronald.”
“I’m sorry, Mum,” Ron muttered.
“Yes, Molly, you’re right, we’re sorry. We should have told you first. I, um, I didn’t mean to tell the world like that, it’s just the journalist kept assuming I’d be thrilled with all the attention and I just wanted everyone to know I’m taken.” He pulled their joined hands into his lap.
“OK, so you’re upset we didn’t tell you – but what about us being together?” asked Ron, swallowing nervously.
“Yes, well. I can’t say I’m thrilled about it – but that is mainly because I know you are going to be treated horribly by some people – and I don’t want my babies…”
“We’re not babies, Mum,” Ron interrupted.
“You are still my boys, both of you. But I’ve always known how close you are – and I can’t imagine anyone else managing to come between you anyway – I was talking to Arthur about that just the other day – saying I cannot imagine either of you with a girlfriend.” She sighed and smiled wryly. “Well, I won’t have to worry about that now, will I?”
They both laughed nervously.
“You take good care of each other?” she asked, seriously.
“We always have, Molly,” Harry said.
“There’s no one I’d else trust to take care of him,” said Ron, earnestly. “Really Mum, it couldn’t have worked out better. This way Hermione will always keep an eye on both of us, and I will always be able to focus on Harry.”
“Honestly Molly,” Harry said, “no one else could put up with me – no wonder I fell in love with Ron.”
There was a crash and a scream from the top of the stairs leading down to the shop and they all turned in time to see Ginny turn and run back downstairs.
“Um, I’ll take this one,” said Ron, kissing Harry quickly on the cheek and rushing after his sister.