alisanne

Title: Caring is Sharing
Author:

alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Harry Potter, Molly Weasley.
Word Count: 660
Warnings: According to my beta, traumatizing talk from Molly.
Summary: Harry gets a stamp of approval.
A/N: Written for

adventdrabbles/

adventdrabbles' prompt # 11: Gingerbread. This is part 11 of my How Harry Claimed Severus series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s):

torino10154.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.

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Caring is Sharing

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Harry stumbles through the Floo into the Burrow, looking around. Happily, nothing appears to be on fire or smoking. In fact, it smells amazing, like Christmas.

Molly looks up and smiles when he enters the kitchen. “Ah, there you are. I just pulled some gingerbread out of the oven. Would you like some?”

“Albus?” says Harry.

Waving a hand toward the shed, Molly says, “Oh, he’s still out there with Arthur. You know how those two get.”

Harry shakes his head. “But…bombs?”

“They were made of Muggle things, dear. How bad could they be? Now, James went upstairs to play cards with Teddy and Victoire, and Lily’s down for a nap, so we have time for a talk before you take them home.”

Sighing, Harry says, “Molly, I really don’t think—”

“You don’t have to tell me anything personal. All you need to do is listen.” Molly points to a chair. “Sit.”

Head bowed, Harry obeys, smiling when she places a cup a tea and a generous slice of gingerbread in front of him. “This looks delicious.”

Molly hums. “I think it may need a bit more allspice.” Exhaling, she sits down across from him. “First, I’m thrilled you have a love interest. It’s about time.”

Harry, unable to meet her eyes, stares into his tea. “Honestly, it took me by surprise. I didn’t think I’d ever find—”

“Find what?” asks Molly gently. “Love again? Oh, my dear boy, you’re young, and people have needs. Needs that can’t always be fulfilled by one’s own hands or even a dildo.”

Harry’s head pops up and he stared at her. “Merlin! Molly, look, I appreciate the, erm, support, but I dunno if I’m comfortable discussing—”

“What? Your sex life?” Molly looks amused. “You should see your face. Harry, I have sev—six children, remember? There is nothing you could tell me that would shock me. You like men and women? Well, so does Charlie. You have a thing for threesomes? So do Bill and Fleur. You enjoy bondage? Ron and Hermione—”

Wincing, Harry covers his ears. “Godric! Should you be telling me this?”

“Nothing that I’ve said is secret.” Reaching across the table, Molly clasps his arms, pulling his hands away from his ears. “We’re a family, Harry. Those things I’ve told you are things I know because my children, Merlin bless, all tell me things. And, in case you’re worried, none of what I mentioned is confidential.”

“Oh.” Harry blinks, wondering how he’ll ever forget Ron and Hermione’s bondage fetish. “Well I’m not like that. I tend to be a bit more private. I don’t think I can share anything like that with you.”

“And you don’t have to. I just want you to know I’m here for you in the event you do need to talk.” Molly winks. “Although I know enough about you from things Ginny told me before the accident.”

Harry goes still. “Erm—”

“Don’t worry. It wasn’t anything bad.” Molly giggles, and for a moment Harry sees in her the mischievous girl she once was. “It was all good.” Her smile widens. “Very good.”

Sure his face is flaming, Harry picks up his tea and drinks.

Still laughing, Molly continues, “Anyway, I’m not trying to embarrass you. I just want you to know that no matter who this person is, or what happens with them, you are both welcome here.”

“Thanks.” Picking up his fork, Harry samples the gingerbread. “Mmm, delicious.”

“You don’t think it needs more allspice?” Molly frowns.

“No, it’s perfect.”

“Thank you, dear.” Molly stands up. “Now, I know you and the kids have afternoon plans, so I’ll round them up while you deal with those love bites on your neck.” Chuckling, she leaves the kitchen.

Clapping his hand to his neck, Harry gets up and hurries over to a mirror. When he doesn’t see any marks, he shakes his head. “Now I know where Ginny got it,” he mutters.

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Continued in Meeting the Family (LJ/IJ/DW).