When Hermione Fights

Shouting, Screaming and an Amicable Smile

Chapter beta: Dani

Chapter translator: Aivy

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I walked down the white steps that glittered in the sunlight.

The Twins stood in front of the red, two-storey house that housed their brightly coloured shop, and clashed violently with their mother. Arthur looked around, lost and embarrassed, and Ginny and Ron just stood there, slightly superfluous, looking interested into the shop window so as not to be drawn into the argument.

Only Remus and Tonks were gone, probably to escape the squabbling. Let them have their respite.

Remus certainly had a lot to digest. Apart from the news concerning me - that in his eyes, his friend had probably forced himself on a child, in two different ways, which surely wouldn't leave him unaffected in his morale - there was also the fact that he himself had inherited a considerable sum and obviously hadn't anticipated it.

I tried my luck, but as per usual, I had none. As expected. Before I even got the chance to cast a spell, a loud call sounded.

"Hermione, come here," Ron and Ginny demanded immediately.

They both hit the same horn and Mrs. Weasley even stopped nagging at the annoyed Twins and turned to me with a piercing look and hands raised to the hips. Although she hadn't seen me before, she had now, thanks to Ginny and Ron. Great job, both of you, I thought resentfully.

"What was that about, young lady? You did ... with Sirius... That's not acceptable, that's outrageous. Do you know how old he was? Over 35 years old, clearly older than you; more than twice as old!" she shrieked loudly. Thus, the matron of the Weasley family pounced on me, her latest victim.

Ron stood to the side, trembling with anger, and Ginny looked at me disparagingly, as if I was a slut. That was irritating because she had no right to tell me anything at all. Nobody had! Okay, well, the three annoying snakes maybe, but only with reservations.

"Hi, Mr and Mrs Weasley... Ron, Ginny," I greeted the group politely. That didn't change the fact that everyone looked at me all upset. Although, that wasn't true, not everyone. Arthur measured me rather reprehensively and the Twins only rolled their eyes frustrated and compassionate as I had gotten into the focus of their over-moral mother.

Well, a sorrow shared is only half, or something like that?

"Um yes... I knew about his age and I didn't care," I retorted relatively coldly and calmly. She wouldn't upset me, not Molly Weasley.

"You really had an affair? You? You've already slept with a man, a real man and with Sirius at that?" Ginny suddenly asked excitedly, with shining eyes. It seemed as if the girls in Gryffindor thought I was going to bed with my books!

Ginny just seemed like she could warm up to the subject. As a mother, I would be alert if my daughter emphasized something that. 'A real man.' Then the guys she had already spread her legs for - I knew that our dear Ginny no longer had the famous or rather infamous hymen - fell under 'boys', or what? But I didn't intend to respond to Ginny's words. Why should I? It brought me nothing to cause her trouble.

"Hermione, I cannot believe that! You and Sirius?! ... Did you even think of Harry?" Ron became worked up for his friend and seemed thoroughly overwhelmed.

"What does Harry have to do with the fact that I was with Sirius?" I asked confusedly because the connection did not seem clear to me, except that Sirius had been Harry's godfather.

"That doesn't matter. What would your parents say if they knew that you were intimate with a man twice your age? I never expected Sirius to let himself go like that, Hermione! That was wrong, so wrong! I would have expected you to be the one who is the most morally decent," Molly said, outraged.