Summer of Change (GxG) - A Hermione Fanfic

Chapter 7

No nightmares.

For the first time in months, I slept and my mind wasn't plagued by nightmares. I woke up this morning feeling more refreshed than I had ever been before. It must be this place. When I first stepped into the house. I noticed a warm feeling enveloping me, making me relaxed. I... I couldn't believe it. It was the same feeling as when I was with Molly, but intensified.

I awoke with a yawn, stretched my arms, pulled the sheets off my body, and got out of bed. I went to the window and opened the blinds to reveal the day's first light. I stood there for a little while.

Just... stood there.

I basked in the sun's rays. It felt amazing on my skin. Staying inside had paled me considerably. My parents would be truly appalled if they saw me now.

I looked like a bloody ghost!

I sighed.

Having enough of my photosynthesis session, I closed the blinds and started to do my morning routine. Showering, brushing my teeth, and changing into new clothes.

I felt refreshed, so I started to head downstairs.

The house was quiet. It made sense because only Molly and I were here. I wasn't too keen on the silence. It reminded me of all the Weasleys that had died in the war. Too many died...

Making my way down the many stairs, I could hear the sounds of Molly already cooking. I was amazed that she was up this early and functional! I definitely wouldn't complain about her cooking.

And Molly was cooking up a storm like I suspected.

"Good morning, Molly," I said.

"Ah!" Molly said, surprised. She turned around and faced me with a smile. "Good morning, dear! I had just started cooking. Why are you up so early?" Molly asked.

"Actually, this is the latest I've slept in months," I replied.

Molly sighed, her eyes shining with sympathy.

"I understand. I'm glad you slept at all." Molly said.

I shot her a grateful smile.

"Is there anything I can help with?" I asked.

"Could you start on the sides? I just dropped the eggs in a few minutes ago."

"I would be happy to," I said.

I made my way to the icebox that housed all the non-perishables. I always found it fascinating that the wizarding community had its own way of doing things. Their ice-box may just be a box, but it's charmed to keep everything inside at the perfect temperature, so it doesn't spoil. If I remembered correctly the charms were preservation and cooling.

Younger me was so fascinated with the world of magic.

"What has you so lost in thought, Hermione?" Molly asked.

Molly's voice brought me out of my thoughts. I had already gotten the things needed, but I guess I was going a little too slow.

"I was just thinking about the differences between our two worlds. I always found it fascinating that the wizarding world did things to the muggle one." I answered.

Sides in hand, I handed them over to Molly, who proceeded to throw them in their respective pans like she had done this a million times over which I guess she had. The flames on the magic-powered stove roared to life and the sizzling of the food grew louder. The cacophony of smells radiating from the stove was amazing.

Molly was in her element, so I decided to really look at the woman before me.

Molly was short. Really short. She was about 5'4, which brought her to my chest. I had a growth spurt, so I was about 5'8 now. Her fiery red hair was wild and untamed, much like mine used to be with curls for days. The woman was 44 but didn't look older than 35. Her body was always hidden under unflattering clothes, but I had a glimpse of her without them once, and she had curves. Molly wasn't a petite woman. She was a bigger woman but wore the weight well. The weight actually defined the curves she had more than if she didn't have it.