Not as long as Part One, but it seemed to be a good stopping point.

Molly Weasley examined herself in the mirror. She was all dolled up for her son Bill's wedding to the French-born Fleur. She had been somewhat vocal in her disapproval of the match, though if she was honest with herself, it was less about not liking Fleur (though she wasn't fond of the blond witch), and more about her frustration regarding her relationship with Hermione. At the end of last summer, she and Hermione had…er…given in to the draw between them that had been building since that first night Molly had let the younger witch hold her as she cried over the situation with Ginny.

They had not had sex, but there had been a lot of kissing, and a fair amount of groping that occurred over Christmas break. Hermione had gotten her own flat this summer, rather than return to her uncle's house, and Molly had gone over often under the pretense of 'Helping Hermione settle in'. About the only thing they'd settled in had been the bed. Molly huffed to herself.

"What's on your mind?" a familiar voice said from the door.

Molly turned to see Hermione standing there, all dressed up as well. "Hermione," she murmured, hungrily eyeing her beautiful lover. "I was thinking of you, as it happens."

"And that resulted in a huff?" Hermione inquired, stepping into the room and closing the door mostly behind her.

"I was thinking of your flat and how for as much as I've been there, you are not very far along in unpacking," Molly explained.

"Well," Hermione teased, "I think what we were doing instead was a good deal more enjoyable."

"Hummm," Molly said with a smile. "Yes, it was."

Hermione stepped forward, put her hands around Molly's neck, and kissed the older woman lightly.

Molly returned the kiss, but did not linger. "Baby, someone could walk in at any moment," she rebuked. "There are dozens of people running about this house right now."

"There's no one in the house, Molly," Hermione smiled. "Everyone's outside trying to get the tent put up."

"Well in that case…" Molly said with a smile, leaning in to kiss Hermione again, "do carry on."

Someone ought to have marked the date, because for once, Hermione Granger was wrong. There was someone in the house, standing right outside that very door, watching the exchange with a look of total confusion on his face. It was Ron.

Hermione was walking around the area which she had warded, checking that everything was still active. She, Harry and Ron were on the run, and had been since Bill and Fleur's wedding. They were hunting Horcruxes, and she imaged they would be until they found them all. Only then could Harry defeat Voldemort. Hermione had meant to tell Molly what they were doing prior to leaving for this bloody camping trip, but when the Death Eaters had arrived, there simply had not been time. No matter how much she knew it was torturing Molly to not know where the three of them were, the older witch was just going to have to cope like everyone else. Molly was strong, Hermione mused to herself, stronger than she let herself believe.

"You're thinking of her, aren't you?" Ron's voice said from behind her.

Hermione spun around to face her friend, looking confused. "What?"

"Mum," he said coldly.

Hermione did her best to look clueless. "Why would I be thinking of your mum, Ronald?" she asked.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Don't play dumb, Hermione. I saw you snogging her at the wedding."

Hermione gulped. "Shit," she muttered.

"What the fuck?" Ron asked, throwing his hands into the hair. "What kind of spell did you put on her? Mum's not gay!"

Hermione kicked the dirt with her sneaker. "That's not entirely accurate," she muttered.

"Which part?" Ron demanded.

"She's not entirely straight," Hermione whispered. "I did not put a spell on her, and I didn't give her a potion either. She kissed me because she wanted to."

"That's sick," Ron spat. "I don't even know how to fucking react to this. Are you telling me that you're having an affair with my mum? When the bloody hell did you go gay anyhow?"

"Ron…"

"Hey guys, what's going on?" Harry asked carefully. "I heard shouting."

"Hermione and I were just chatting about how she's shagging my mum," Ron hissed.

Harry's eyes got wide as saucers. "What?"

Hermione crossed her arms. They were not shagging. They were snogging. She wasn't going to argue semantics right now, though. "It's complicated," she said firmly. "And had you not been sneaking around you would still be blissfully unaware, Ronald, as you have been for the last two years!"

"You've been involved with Mrs. Weasley for two years?" Harry gaped. "Bloody hell!"

"I'm out of here," Ron spat. "I can't deal with this."

"Ron, don't you dare abandon Harry just because you're mad at me!" Hermione seethed. "If you can't deal with me being here, I should leave myself."

Ron took the locket horcrux off his neck and tossed it to Harry. "No, Hermione," he said, voice a bit more gentle. "Harry needs you more than he needs me."

And with that, he was gone.

Molly gritted her teeth as a large part of the castle wall fell, and small chunks of broken stone slammed into her back. She quickly cast a modified shield charm to stop the larger chunks from hitting her, and the moved away from the wreckage and back into the battle.

Then she saw it – more beautiful than ever, Hermione was in the middle of dueling two Death Eaters. She hadn't seen or heard from her young lover in almost a year. That year had really given Molly time to think about what was happening between the two of them. She loved Hermione. Hermione loved her. In a bittersweet way, Molly knew that Hermione loved her so much that she would be willing to remain a secret so that Molly would not need to break up her family. Tempting as it was to take advantage of such devotion, Molly felt that Hermione deserved better.

If they both survived the night, Molly was going to give Hermione a choice. Either they stopped seeing each other, or she would leave Arthur and they would deal with the consequences together. Molly had realized in the last year that she loved Hermione enough to turn her world upside down, and she loved her enough to let her go if Hermione wasn't prepared to risk losing her friends. The later would probably break her heart, but what was a broken heart when she was already pretty sure she'd lost her mind.

Suddenly, Molly realized that Bellatrix Lastrange, who had been picking off Order members with the Killing Curse all night, had begun advancing toward Hermione. The younger witch had brought one of the Death Eaters she had been fighting down, but was still dueling the second. "Not Hermione, you bitch!" she shouted, seeing red. "Avada Kadavra!"

The killing curse hit its mark, and the last thing Bellatrix saw was a look of satisfaction on Molly's face. The distraction gave Hermione the upper hand in her own duel, and a moment later, he was lying on the ground, stunned and bound. "Molly!" Hermione exclaimed, running toward the older woman's open arms. They hugged tightly. "I'm missed you so much!"

Molly held Hermione tightly for a moment, before backing away. "As much as I'd love to whisk you away from here, we both have a duty to this battle," she said. "I've missed you as well, though."

"You killed Bellatrix?" Hermione asked, pointing to the body that lay a few feet away.

Molly leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on Hermione's lips. "She was going to cast a killing curse at you. Damn right I killed that bitch."

Hermione laughed a little. "Molly, language!" she chastised.

Molly shrugged. "Go, Hermione. Stay alive. I will see you soon."

"I will if you will," Hermione replied. "If I find out you've gotten yourself killed, I'll sign up for the first suicide mission that comes along."

Molly rolled her eyes. "Cheeky witch. "What exactly would you call the last year you've been on the run? A pleasure cruise?"

"Now who's the cheeky witch?" Hermione teased. "I love you, Molly."

"And I love you," Moly replied with a small smile. "Now go."

Hermione turned and left, and Molly moved to the first fallen boulder she could find to sit on. She would go back to the battle in a minute. She just needed to rest for a bit. To her surprise, her youngest son suddenly appeared from around a nearby corner, and began walking toward her. Molly's heart began to race as she realized that Ron may have just witnessed the exchange between herself and Hermione.

"Ron?" Molly said.

"Do you really love her?" he asked, looking rather defeated. "Hermione?"

Molly sighed. "Yes," she said simply. "I'm sorry you had to find out like this."

Ron huffed. "I found out about it at Bill's wedding. You two really ought to look up the word discrete if you're going to have a bloody affair."

"Oh," Molly said. "Does Hermione know that you know?"

"Yeah," Ron shrugged. "We talked about it. I was pretty mad at first. Didn't believe you'd actually want to…"

"Be with another woman?" Molly asked. "Or cheat on your dad?"

Ron looked green. "Both. Bloody hell this is awkward."

"We'll talk more about this later, Ron," Molly said, standing. "Now, I think we both need to get back to the battle. Stay safe."

Hermione approached Molly slowly. The older woman was standing dead still, staring at the lifeless body of her husband, Arthur. Fred was in hysterics, and George was quietly explaining that Bellatrix had shot a Killing Curse towards the twins, and Arthur had leapt in front of it, sacrificing himself for his sons.

"I reckon she needs you," Ron whispered, nudging Hermione forward.

"Ron, I don't think…"

"I doubt dad would approve of what you guys have been up to," Ron cut her off, "but he would have wanted someone to comfort her."

Hermione sighed and stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on Molly's arm. "Molly?"

The older witch turned her head and looked at the young woman who had become so much more than just her son's friend. "It's odd," she whispered. "I've seen so little of him since Ginny was cursed, and now that he's really gone, I'm realizing that I mourned the loss of my husband a long time ago. I just finally have a body to bury."

"Oh, Molly," Hermione said, forcing the older woman to turn and face her. "Don't downplay this."

Tears erupted from Molly's eyes seconds later, and Hermione pulled the woman into her arms tightly. "Shh," she whispered, "I'm here." The irony in the fact that those very words had started everything between them five years ago did not escape Hermione. "I'll always be here for you."

The battle ended with a good many casualties, and as the moon rose in the sky, Molly knew that she was not the only one in fear of what dreams might come as she slept tonight. Nonetheless, she was ready to go to bed, and she was not about to go alone.

She approached Hermione, who was talking to Minerva McGonagall, and gently put her hand on the younger woman's arm. "Sorry to interrupt," she said.

"Hey," Hermione replied, a small smile forming on her face. "You okay?"

"I was wondering if you want to head off to bed," Molly said, very aware that Minerva's eyebrow had raised considerably at her comment. "I found us a room."

Hermione stood there, silent for a moment, before replying. "Are you sure, Molly?" she asked, glancing at Minerva, who's eyes had now widened considerably.

"Molly," Minerva said. "Are you implying what I think you're implying?"

Molly took hold of Hermione's hand and smiled. "I'm sure, Hermione. I don't want to be alone tonight."

"Miss Granger?" Minerva gaped.

Molly sighed. "Yes, Minerva, Hermione and I are in a relationship. No need to stand there gaping like a fish. No, Arthur did not know. Ron, and I expect Harry…"

"Yes, Harry knows, too," Hermione confirmed.

"…are the only ones who are aware of our involvement, and they only found out a few months ago," Molly finished.

"Exactly how long has this been going on?" Minerva demanded.

"If I told you," Molly said quietly, "You'd have me arrested. Therefore, I'll leave you to speculate. I love her, and that's really all that matters. Come on, baby," she said, pulling Hermione away.

The pair left the Headmistress staring in shock as they moved away from the scene of the battle.

"Molly," Hermione giggled. "While I appreciate your declaration of love back there, you might have just given Professor McGonagall a heart attack!"

"I'm really not concerned about that just now," Molly replied smugly. "All I want is to get you up to the room, and…"

"And what?" Hermione asked slowly.

"And if you feel as ready as I do," Molly said, in a hushed tone, "I'd like to rip your clothes off and shag you senseless."

Hermione couldn't contain her grin. "Lead the way," she giggled.

The two made it to the room Molly had picked out, locked in behind them, and seconds later they met in a searing kiss.

"Oh god," Hermione moaned.

Molly wasted no time pulling off Hermione's shirt, and in turn the younger witch made short order of her own blouse. Bras were discarded next, and for the first time, the two woman pressed bare skin against each other. They tumbled onto the bed if only to be in a better position to remove each others' pants and knickers, and as soon as that was done, the two naked bodies joined together in a rush that made it clear how desperate they each needed the other's touch.

"Touch me, Hermione," Molly begged.

Hermione's lips descended to Molly's ample breasts, sucking on each nipple in turn while her hands snaked over the older woman's curves, exploring.

Molly could feel her core thumping desperately. "Please," she whispered. "Please."

Hermione's hand moved between Molly's legs and began massaging her opening. Molly's hips bucked forward, in an effort to force Hermione's fingers inside her. "You like that?" Hermione asked with a grin.

"Come on, baby," Molly pleaded. She needed this so badly. It wasn't just about sex, either. She needed Hermione to be as close to her as possible, because when after so many years of waiting, and so many months of not being near her, Molly was falling in love with Hermione over and over again, with every touch.

As if Hermione had heard her thoughts, she plunged her fingers deep inside of Molly's body, and with a gasp the older woman came harder than she ever had before. As soon as she'd caught her breath, she pushed Hermione away and pinned the younger woman to the bed, her need changing like the flip of a switch. Now, she needed to be inside Hermione.

Hermione squealed as Molly flipped her around, and was quickly silenced when the older woman recaptured her mouth, tongues battling in earnest as Molly's hand reached between Hermione's legs. She gently rubbed the younger woman's clit, waiting to penetrate until she could feel Hermione's juices dripping onto her hand, soaking the sheet below them.

"Are you ready, love?" Molly asked, knowing this was Hermione's first time.

"Yes!" Hermione exclaimed, obviously breathless in anticipation.

Without further delay, Molly slowly slid her fingers into Hermione's body.

"Ohhhh," Hermione moaned. "Feels so bloody good."

Molly found a steady rhythm, sliding her fingers in and out, in and out, and with each motion, Hermione's body relaxed, and then tensed.

"Make me cum, Molly," Hermione pleaded, squirming under the older woman's weight.

Molly stepped up the pace of her ministrations, pushing harder and faster until Hermione screamed out in ecstasy.

After a moment of silence, Molly removed her fingers, and moved up to lay next to her young lover. They were both exhausted from the battle, and had the need not been so great, they might have waited to have sex till another time, but now it was done. The two curled up in the bed together much like they had many nights before, albeit clothed prior to this night, and settled in for sleep.

Before Molly drifted off, she thought about what the morning might bring. She knew that things wouldn't be the same after tonight. Arthur was dead, which meant that she didn't have to contend with his reaction to her relationship with the young woman beside her, but she still had five children, six counting Ginny, who didn't know, and would soon enough. That didn't even count other friends who would probably find all of this quite objectionable. Regardless of what the dawn would bring, Molly knew that it was time to stop hiding the amazing love that she'd found in Hermione Granger. She'd made that decision before Arthur died, and she wasn't going to chicken out just because of poor timing. The beautiful young woman beside her deserved better.

Miles away, to the shock of a good many people, the moment Harry Potter had killed Voldemort, Ginny Weasley had opened her eyes for the first time in more than five years.

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