Escapades with Hermione | MULTI-SHIP ✔️

FW/HB/GW

Pairing: Frederick Gideon Weasley / Hermione Regalia Black / George Fabian Weasley

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Setting: Outskirts of Ottery St Catchpole, Devon, England.

Date: The Fourteenth of August, Ninteen Eighty-two.

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Lord Regulus Arcturus Black took a deep breath. Adjusting the precious bundle that was resting on his left shoulder, he stared at the pigpen-like building that would surely be impossible to build with anything but magic. A lopsided sign near the entrance read 'The Burrow'. This architectural structure amazed and scared him at the same time. Amazed, that so many people are going to be here to attend the gathering that the Lady Weasley was throwing on behalf of the Order of Phoenix - when it looks like it's going to fall any moment. Scared, that his little Angel is expected to be under it's roof for the time being.

The handsome black haired wizard sighed. Realising that he had sighed many times I this evening than he had ever done in his entire lifetime, he sighed again.

Pushing the ragged door, he clenched his jaw - reflexively - when it hissed and opened. He thanked Salazar Slytherin when his Angel was unperturbed by the disturbing noise and continued sleeping her little eyes off.

There was laughter resonating from somewhere deep in the house. When he entered, or more specifically when the door opened, he could hear the scraping of chairs, people getting up and walking towards the entrance.

Lord and Lady Weasley's pudgy faces greeted his line of sight first.

"Lord Weasley, thank you for inviting me." Arthur shook his hand warmly. "It's only fair for what you've done to help us."

Regulus nodded his head at the Lady of the House. "You've got a beautiful house, Lady Weasley. Hermione would love to explore it once she wakes up, with your permission of course."

"Oh Regulus, call me Molly. Of course little Hermione can do so as she pleases. I'm sure she would've seen beautifuler, larger houses than this." Regulus clenched his jaw in annoyance when the older woman used his given name without his permission, but decided to swallow his Slytherin Pride away since he knew that this is the way Gryffindors normally behave. So, he settled for a polite smile.

Molly held onto his shoulder - the one that wasn't occupied at the moment - and chirped. "Remove your coat and come on in, the guests are all inside making merry." Then, shaking her head as if to clear her thoughts. She added. "Let me hold your daughter, whilst you get comfortable."

"Lady We-" noticing the look of disapproval she was shooting him, he corrected himself. "-Molly, it's fine." Then, with an incredibly perfect display of wandless, non-verbal magic his coat found itself hanging at the coat hanger.

Arthur looked surprised at that. Molly, on the other hand, was not the one to be moved and eyed the obviously expensive grey blanket that he had bundled his little love with. "Do you require the blanket too?"

He made the move to answer the incessant woman, but was interrupted by a very familiar voice doing it for him. "-my darling niece likes to have her blankie on her person when she wakes up, Molly."