As always I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters within…do you feel sorry for me?
I, Hermione Jean Weasley, the girl who helped save the Wizarding world, am going to be sent to Azkaban. Why? You ask, because I am going to kill my husband, his brother and my best friend. Today I came home from a stressful day at work to find my house a total disaster and deserted no children, no husband, and no clean dishes. I was however able to find a note from my loving husband among the debris. It was short and sweet and another reason he was going to have to die a slow painful death. It read
Love,
Harry and Ron stopped by with the kids and we decided to take them all to the park. Mum owled and said that her and Dad will be able to make it to dinner tonight.
George
It was now six o'clock and I had exactly one hour to clean this mess before the in-laws arrived, kill the men and dispose of the bodies. I may be able to do it if I caught them unawares, of course I wouldn't want the children to see me kill their fathers. Maybe I would leave Harry and Ron for Ginny and Lavender to kill. I am almost positive that they will sympathize with my plight. I started to clean the disaster area that was now my home by sending some household spells about then I walked to the fridge to see what exactly I was going to cook my guests. Opening the door I saw several platters and a steak in marinade with another note.
Hermione,
Ginny sent this over for dinner she won't be able to make it, she has an article due in the morning, and thought you might need help.
Harry
God bless Ginny, she probably known the house would look like this as the guys often spent their days off there. Maybe she would let Harry survive but only because of his wives redeeming values. As I was putting the steaks in the oven, I heard a commotion in the front entrance that could only mean the men and children had returned. I stood in the kitchen, attempting to take deep breaths in an a effort to calm myself. It was working, until George trapped through my now clean kitchen leaving a trail of muddy foot prints behind him. He was worse than our five year old, Fred. He must have caught sight of my glare because he quickly turned and left the room, I was right behind.
"A word please, George" I said quietly, the children were after all in the next room. I could tell by the look in his eyes he was searching for an escape route, so I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the pantry.
"Explain to me please, why you think it is acceptable to leave our house a complete disaster, when you know we are having guest over for dinner."
"You know you're beautiful when you're mad?"
"Don't you try to sweet talk me." I said poking my finger into his chest." Answer me or so help me…."
George's face broke out into his typical Weasley grin, which should have infuriated me further, but I always fell for the grin and he knew it.
"Ron did it?"
"Ha ha very funny, you will help me clean up after dinner." I said giving him the dirtiest look I could muster.
Apparently it wasn't very intimidating as George just leaned down kissed me and quickly walked out the door cleaning up his tracks as he left.
A/N Thanks Vette for your help you are the best huggles