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ARTHUR' REFLECTIONS OR SECOND CHANCES	By : Glorioux Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 8258 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters, locations, and other recognizable places and people, are the wonderful creations and brain children of a master quill: Ms. J.K.R. I do not get paid for this writing. This story is meant for mature readers

Chapter List
- 1-ARTHUR'S REFLECTIONS OR SECOND CHANCES
- 2-Good Deeds Reap Weeds
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Dedicated to a good friend for giving me the courage to publish this, she is fighting a real life monster, a ravaging disease.. It is dedicated to you, and to all of those out there who believe in second chances. There are at least two love stories here. And this is not a love story between Arthur and Hermione; it is rather about their filial love and their finding love once more.

THIS STORY IS COMPLETED. I WILL PUBLISH COUPLE CHAPTERS PER WEEK.

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Infidelity, miscarriage, explicit sexual scenes, Possible triad.

Number of Words: 41011

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Arthur's reflections-

Prologue

The Burrow- 2005

Arthur sat on one of the new chairs at the Burrow's garden. The chairs he bought for Molly, and she was never able to sit on them. He was nostalgic, and also unsure of the party Hermione had planned for that evening; which in turn led him to think of the loves of his life, and of all of those witches who had made a difference.

He felt very lonely; and he still couldn't believe that Molly had died over a year ago. She had never said she was in pain, or gave any indications that something was wrong. After Fred's death, Bill's divorce, and Ginny's fall out of grace, Molly had just faded away. He couldn't imagine how he would have survived the last years, and believed that Molly would have gone much sooner, without Hermione's support and her deep affection.

He had once loved his Molly-wobbles more than life itself, but her children had replaced him in her heart; and consequently she forgot to kindle their love's fire, which died a little at a time, as her children's happiness became her obsession.

Their sexual life might have been ideal for her but it fell short of his expectations. Several times per week would make most wizards happy, but he would have liked at least once daily, and more than once would be preferable. For him, weekends qualified for multiples, so did the holidays when he was home from work.

However, Molly usually spent her weekends entertaining the children and their friends, while he missed the comforts she could have given him and he could have given her. The sad truth, is that he wanted her all the way to the end.

He could not understand why Molly didn't want it all the time; it was the best form of entertainment given to humanity. He lost himself inside a bubble of pleasure where only he and the woman in his arms existed. There were books written about such sensual pleasures, his sons had a few, and he had read them.

No wonder his sons acted in such ways around witches, it was their inheritance; his children inherited his love of sex with their one beloved witch. Well, take Ron out that sentiment; he had the morals of a rooster in a pen full of hens. He could understand maybe a couple of wrong turns, but not as a way of life. Even the wizards just like him, had a slip or two. Some temptations were impossible to overcome.

He just liked sex since his first encounter, but it hadn't been with Molly, it was his deepest secret. He smiled satisfied that his life wasn't an open book. Besides, he would get killed if her name was found out. All and all, it felt good to have a dark secret.

Arthur’s dark secret: Star-crossed lovers

Funny how things turn out, as fate should have it, a Slytherin dark-haired witch had set her eyes on him, she wanted him to be her secret lover; and the fifteen-year old wizard couldn't have escaped her snare had he tried. He was putty on her powerful hands, and one fateful night, he lost his virginity to the most feared of witches of the modern times. It had happened by the Quitdditch field where she sat to see him train, pretending she was admiring the players from her house.

Maybe, it had been real love for the fourteen-year old witch who gave her gift to him; after they were together the first time, she had cried and had sworn eternal love. For several months that year, they had incredible encounters, until she told him their love couldn't be, her father had signed a marriage contract to a younger wizard, and now she wore his enchanted promise ring which held her a virtual prisoner. He cried for months missing her, until he saw Molly again; but he never, ever, forgot about her, or never stopped caring for her.

This was how Molly acquired an enemy for the rest of the dark witch's life, for falling in love with someone else's beloved. Arthur was Bella’s forbidden fruit, one that she never gave up, as he was able to corroborate over the next decades until days before her death. Dear Merlin, the chances he had taken to be with her, his evil-dark lover.

She sought him time and time again. Even came to his very home, by the pond, more than once; she made him a traitor, and he guessed, he made her the same. And as he often said, some temptations were too hard to resist, and with her, he was powerless. He often wondered the road her life would have taken had her parents not sold her into a bad marriage. Or how his life would have turned out instead!

There were times he nearly considered her offer, especially before the Dark Lord started sending her to more demented missions and more than once he felt a tinge of regret, but their paths had taken divergent branches and had separated too far apart.

Now, they were friends again. He might have been one of the only people who ever went by her family's mausoleum, and always brought her a small bouquet of the fragrant wild flowers Bellatrix used to like.

Furthermore, he was sure to be the only person alive who knew what she liked or her dreams had been. He maintained their place in the account his grandmother was buried there. He was also the one who cried for her the day she died, it had been easy to hide it, he had cried for Fred and also for the great love he had lost. He had offered to pick up her fallen body, killed by his own wife; and when nobody was looking, he kissed her cold lips, and closed her eyes. Even in death she was still the most beautiful witch he had ever seen.

Once he saw her ghost, it was Bellatrix Black at the age of fourteen, wearing the summer dress he liked so much. Her look was happy and untroubled, and she kissed him with very cold lips. "Arthur, I loved you so much, you gave me happiness, my Arthur. Real loved saved me from eternal doom, my sweet love." The ghostly apparition spoke.

That night he dreamed of making love to her by the pond, as they had in more than one occasion, and in the morning Molly was upset about the long black hairs she had found on his jumper. He reasoned they were from an encounter long ago, maybe.

At fifty –five not only was he quite handsome, but his physical appearance was that of a late thirties Muggle man. He was as tall as Bill, with short ginger hair that spiked naturally, and his body was fit. To stay in shape, he still played Quidditch regularly, and swam daily laps at the pond unless it was frozen. His eyesight was not as good as it used to be, and had needed reading glasses since a couple years before.

During his walks to the Muggle Ministry, many of the younger Muggle women would often attempt to pick him up; even more now since Hermione had taken over of his wardrobe. Arthur was still shy around women, but could appreciate a beautiful one like any other healthy, heterosexual wizard. He wasn’t blind.

At 35, Bill was often mistaken for Arthur's younger brother. This was common in the Wizarding world, where magical beings aged very slowly once they reached their magical maturity around their twenty-first birthday.

Molly-Wobbles

When they first met, his Molly was a fine looking bird. Why she had given him a love potion was still a mystery to him; after all, he had wanted her since he was able to get an erection. Well, except during the forbidden love interlude. Heck, he would have shagged her on their first date. True that Arthur was a teenager, and at the beginning it had been just a normal teenager's hormonal attraction

She was a lot shorter than he was, and had a face and curves which attracted half of the Hogwarts' male population. It was her Blood-Traitor status that kept many suitors at bay. She was so attractive than even the young tall heir, Lucius Malfoy, four years younger than Molly, had invited her to her last Yule ball when she was nearly 18. It was an unwise decision to accept out of respect for the Malfoys and afraid to cross them.

That same night, after the ball, Arthur made her his, and they never stopped their relations after that. Lucius must have known; however, it didn't stop Lucius' parents to offer a marriage contract to the Prewett family; it was known their wish for a large Malfoy family thus willing to overlook the Blood-Traitor issue

Lady Malfoy had encouraged the match, the Prewett house had been Purebloods for longer than the Black or Malfoys houses had been. She had figured out that four years age difference was negligible; after all, she was five years older than Abraxas, and theirs was as close as you could get to a love match. They were the only couple, that she knew, who slept together with all that it entailed.

Besides the Prewett's women fecundity was legendary. Abraxas Malfoy had offered Arthur a king's ransom; it was to be Arthur's payment had he left the Prewett girl alone. Arthur graciously declined the offer; although, he was briefly tempted until he read in the Prophet about the recent wedding of Bellatrix Black. Abraxas’ offer had been more twice Bella's bride price, and that day he shed tears for what it might have been; from there on out, his heart was Molly’s with the exceptions when temptation arrived at his door step, he was only human.

Lucius never forgave the Yorkshire wizard, the country boy, for stealing Molly away from him. Arthur had always suspected Lucius' hand in the killing of Gideon and Fabian; after all, both had favored him for a brother-in-law.

Molly's fertility was a further injury to Lucius; and triggered Lucius anger, and to actively act upon it, he ruined every good job opportunity that Arthur ever had. Each baby reminded Malfoy that the main reason why parents had favored the match.

Abraxas had wanted Lucius to have a big family; he wanted the Malfoy name to be everywhere. Thus, each child was a further affront, and every time he would see the happy family, his face would betray his hatred for Arthur Weasley.

Arthur was always sad to have been unable to give more to his Molly, it was his one regret, but Hermione had changed that.

Molly and Hermione

Hermione had proven to be more of a daughter to Molly than Ginny herself; moreover Ginevra changed after the war; no, maybe she after owning Tom Riddle's diary, its darkness had tainted her soul.

Hermione, the daughter, took Molly shopping, to the spa, she was a devoted child, but nothing could be done. Hermione, her mother and Molly went everywhere together, to get her hair done at exclusive muggle salons, shopping to Paris, and Hermione bought her clothes Molly had forsaken when marrying Arthur Weasley. But Molly's light was dying, and the damage had been done.

She came to see Molly at least four times a week. Molly had knitted several prize winning throws, which now sold at the most exclusive shop, and after her death the prizes had skyrocketed. Her talent was not in the awful, itchy jumpers she used to knit for the holidays, but in her master creations.

Jean Granger had set up exhibits of Molly's work at crafts' fairs for the well for those with large disposable incomes. In those events a small throw or a shawl went for no less than a thousand pounds. It was rumored that the Muggle Queen herself, had bid for one of her throws during a charity event. They had all been made with finest of wools and natural colors, enchanted to last forever, and to always give comfort and just the warmth needed.

Molly had died wrapped in one of them and had asked to be buried in the same.

Hermione's secret

Hermione had hidden sorrows; one especially painful that only three people, besides her, knew: one was dead, Molly; Arthur was the second person; and the third one, only Hermione knew his identity.

Hermione had been pregnant when Bellatrix casted the Cruciatus on her, but nobody was aware since she hid it well behind a concealment charm. Molly and Arthur had secretly tended to her, and helped with the delivery of a baby girl. She was around eighteen weeks into her pregnancy; too soon, besides she was badly injured and did not stand a chance, she came out in nearly pieces.

The baby's head had a little fuzz, of what appeared blond hair with light touches of strawberry, maybe even ginger. There was not enough of anything to tell whose child it was, and she wasn't sharing. It was impossible to tell if she had even loved the father, but something told Arthur she had, and Molly had been of the same opinion. Both of them had wanted to make her feel better, they wanted to find the father and strangle him, but she sworn them to secrecy.

That girl was truly full of surprises. She was never above anyone; so everyone was rather surprised when the death of her wealthy French grandfather, brought to light that she descended from a family as wealthy as many of the rich Purebloods. Her parents had chosen simple lives; they were children of the social revolution, driven by altruism and the desire to live and work as many others do.

Of course, practice is not always as perfect as we would like it to be, and it was obvious she had always lived in luxury, surrounded with the best of what money can buy, but she had never bragged, not even once.

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