Loyalty | Hermione Granger Lesbian Story

Mayhem at the Ministry

We trek back into The Burrow as the sun starts to rise, to be greeted by an anxious Mrs Weasley who instantly pulls the twins into a headlock of a hug.

"Ouch! Mum - you're strangling us-"

"I shouted at you before you left!" Mrs Weasley starts to sob, "It's all I've been thinking about! What if You-Know-Who had got you, and the last thing I ever said to you was that you didn't get enough O.W.Ls?"

Mr Weasley rushes to reassure her while Hermione makes her a very strong cup of tea, complete with a shot of firewhiskey.

The oldest three brothers and Mr Weasley check the Daily Prophet, which is nothing but critical (written by Rita Skeeter of course). Percy quickly goes off into a spiral,  complaining about her and anything else he can get his eyes on.

"Do us a favour, Perce," Bill pauses to yawn, "Shut up."

Percy and Mr Weasley leave, setting off to the Ministry. The trio give each other glances that only they can understand before quickly leaving at the same time.

After an anxious floo visit from my Mum following the events of the World Cup, I follow the twins up to their room. I sit cross-legged on George's bed.

"Why did you go back for Hermione?" Fred asks, as soon as he shuts the door.

"I could see she wasn't going to move, and they're obviously a muggle hating group." I defend with my arms folded.

"She's a smart girl, she would've got out of the way, you literally went off, away from everyone else in the night, which you hate, to go back for her." George adds, sitting on the floor in front of me.

"Well someone had to! I wasn't going to leave her there to be levitated and spun around was I?"

They glance at each other before dropping it. It's quiet for a second before they smirk.

"What? What did you do?"

"Nothing. To you, anyway."

"Tell me." I narrow my eyes but can't keep the smile off my face.

"Well, Percy won't open any dragon manure again, he won't make the same mistake twice, but he would open a packet of sweets left to him by an amazed critic of his cauldron leak report. A packet of sweets filled with Ton-Tongue Toffee, in a different wrapper."

"You think he'll fall for it?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Probably." They grin identically, to which I laugh. A loud knock breaks up our conversation.

"Come in!" George calls, "Unless it's Percy!" He adds as an afterthought. Ron's freckled face appears around the door.

"We're gonna have a match of Quidditch, wanna play?"

"Sure." The three of us say, following him downstairs. Bill, Charlie and Harry are already in the air, Hermione standing to the side, muttering boys in confusion.

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Neither Mr Weasley or Percy make many appearances at The Burrow the following week, but when they do, Percy won't shut up about all the complaints and howlers they're getting abour security and property damage.

Ginny and I sit in front of the living room fire; I'm helping her Spellotape her copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi back together. Bill, who's playing Wizard Chess with Ron, adds into the conversation when Percy gets dangerously close to blaming his Dad, somehow prompting Mrs Weasley to ask if she can cut his hair.

"No, Mum."

It's raining harshly outside, meaning everyone is sitting in this room. Hermione is immersed in The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4, Charlie is darning a fireproof balaclava, Harry is polishing his Firebolt, and the twins are sitting with their quills out in a far corner, heads bent over parchment. This inspires questions from Mrs Weasley, who only recieves vague answers of homework.

"You're not thinking of restarting Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes, by any change?" Mrs Weasley says shrewdly. I bite my lip to hide a smile, knowing that's exactly along the lines of what they're doing.

"Now, Mum," Fred comments, face full of fake hurt, "If the Hogwarts Express crashed tomorrow, and George and I died, how would you feel knowing that the last thing we ever heard from you was an unfounded accusation."

We all laugh, even Mrs Weasley.

Percy and Hermione start arguing again, Percy trying to pull the high-ranking Ministry card, to which Hermione is unimpressed. Mr Weasley quickly breaks up the fight, sending everyone upstairs to check they've packed properly.

After I check I've packed, I hear Ron give a disgusted yell. Too curious for my own good, I enter his room to see him and Harry staring at a set of maroon dress robes with frilled lace in disgust. The conversation turns to money, causing Harry and I to look away. Either of us would split all the money we have with the Weasleys, but they'd never accept it.

"Why'd you think we need dress robes?" Harry whispers to me as Ron and his Mum argue, while we pretend to fold things in Harry's already packed trunk.

"No clue."

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Much shorter this time, because next chapter, we are back on the Hogwarts express. Don't worry, Hermione things will be coming very, very, very soon 👀.

Hope you're enjoying 😊.