the_debt_of_time

At first, it had clearly been awkward for Arthur to think of her as anything but
Hermione Granger, the best friend of his two youngest children, but after a few get-
togethers, she did her best to remind him of who exactly he was dealing with.
Waggling his eyebrows, he gave an implicating chuckle and said, "All the kids are
out of the Burrow. What do you think?"
"Arthur!" Molly called from the other room.
He jumped in his seat and looked up toward the sound as though he had been
scolded, innocently blurting out in a louder tone, "Oh, just a quiet night in, I think! Early
to bed. Might read a book. What's that, dear?"
Molly stepped into the room, eyeing him suspiciously. "Can you help me with some
of the plates?"
Arthur moved to stand.
"Tilly does it!" The house-elf stormed up beside Molly. With her hands on her hips,
her large blue eyes narrowed up at the witch.
"We can manage, Tilly, thank you!" Molly said sternly as she moved back into the
kitchen to be followed by both Tilly and Arthur.
Mia chuckled, wondering how long before her house-elf cracked and bit Molly.
"What about you, Fleur? Is Bill taking you out dancing?"
"In these feet?" Fleur laughed, rubbing her ankles and swatting Bill's arm when he
tried to help her. "I think not! I am the size of a dragon."
All the women chuckled, Fleur included.
"You are not," Bill insisted, rolling his eyes at her theatrics.
"Non?" She looked at him, eyes blazing, and he cowered slightly at the sight of her
pent-up rage. "I fought a dragon in the Triwizard Tournament. Have you seen one that
close?"
Bill took a breath and spoke slow and soft. "I'm not arguing with you, love. I'm just
saying, you're beautiful."
"Yes, well... I know that!" she snapped and drank down half of her water, yelping
when a small burst of Accidental Magic shattered the glass in her hand. She sighed in
frustration as Bill was quick to clean up the mess and repair the glass. Fleur looked over at
Mia and Sirius apologetically. "Pardon. The hormones."