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Not a Prettier Girl in the World
a Harry Potter fan fiction
Hugo Weasley knocked on the door to his parent's bedroom. The door was already halfway open, but his parents taught him to always knock on someone's door before entering.
"Come in," came his mother's voice.
He opened the door all the way and approached his mother. She was relaxing on the large bed, wearing only her green nightgown. There were tears in her pretty brown eyes.
"Mummy," he said. "Why are you crying?"
"I'm watching a sad movie, my dear," she said, motioning to the television, where she had a movie set on pause.
"Oh. I thought it was because you miss Daddy."
"Well, I do miss Daddy, but he'll be back from his mission tomorrow morning," she said, pulling her seven-year-old son into her lap. "Where's your sister?"
"That's good. Shouldn't you be asleep? It's late."
"I wanted to see you," he replied, playing with the silky material of her gown. "Why does Daddy have to leave a lot?"
"As an Auror, your father has a very important job at the Ministry of Magic. And sometimes having a job that important means going away on missions now and then. But just remember that he's doing it to keep people safe, including us."
"Can I ask you something else, Mum?" he asked.
"Of course, my love. You can always come to me or Daddy for anything. Always remember that."
"Well, actually...it's about Daddy."
"What?" she asked, pushing some of her son's ginger hair from his eyes.
"Does Daddy...hurt you?"
"What? Of course he doesn't. Your father loves me and would never hurt me. Why would you think such a thing, Hugo?"
"It's just...the day before Daddy left for his mission thingy...you two said you were going to bed...but I heard you yelling and stuff. Yelling and screaming. Really loudly." He looked into his lap, feeling strangely ashamed.
"Oh," Hermione smiled and blushed deeply. They had forgot to put up a silencing charm that night. "I was yelling, Hugo. But your Daddy wasn't hurting me. He would never do that."
"Then why were you yelling?"
She sighed. She hoped that when it was time to give one of her children "the talk", she would at least have Ron here to help her out.
"You see, Hugo, when a man and a woman love each other very much..." she started but trailed off. It sounded so cliché.
"Yes?" Hugo said, urging his mother to continue.
"Well, sometimes mums and dads like to do things that...involve yelling. But there's nothing wrong with it and it's nothing that you or Rose should worry about. I'm sorry it scared you, my dear. Your father and I will be sure to put a charm up next time so your cute little ears don't hear anything."
"Okay," Hugo said, feeling a sense of relief. "But what exactly are you and Daddy doing?"
"Your father and I will explain it to you in a few years. You wouldn't understand now, you would think it's gross."
"No, I wouldn't! Honest!" said Hugo, excited. "Tell me, please!"
Hermione laughed at her son's eagerness. "In time, my love, in time."
Hugo nodded in understanding and looked up at his mother. He always thought she was pretty. With her bushy brown hair the color of chocolate, a few light freckles on her face, and her eyes dark and intense, he was sure that he would never meet a girl that was more beautiful than his beloved mother.
"You're really pretty, Mummy," he said, still admiring her. "Beautiful."
"Why, thank you, Hugo," she said, ruffling his hair. "You are very handsome yourself. You remind me so much of your father. One day some pretty girl is going to look at that handsome face of yours and fall in love with you right away." She kissed his head. "Then if you love that girl too, you two might just get married."
"You're a pretty girl, Mummy," Hugo replied, reaching up to touch her face. He rubbed away some of the drying tears. "Can I marry you?"
Hermione let out a small giggle and shook her head. "You don't marry your mother."
"But why not?" asked Hugo, confused. "Daddy once told me that when you love a girl and you think she's pretty and smart, then you marry her. I think you're pretty and smart and I love you, so why can't I marry you?"
"For so many reasons, love," she said, pulling her son closer to her. "But mainly for two reasons: the love you have for someone you want to marry and the love you have for your mother is very, very different. It's still love, but it's a different kind of love. And the second reason is, I'm already married!"
"Daddy, of course!"
"Oh, yeah," Hugo said, laughing at his own silliness. "I forgot."
"Well love, since you're up, do you want to finish watching this muggle movie with me?"
"Okay," said Hugo, making himself more comfortable on his mother's lap.
She grabbed the little remote control and pressed play. The movie started back up.
"That's a pretty actress," Hermione said, admiring the woman on the television screen. "Don't you think so, Hugo?"
"Yeah, but she's not as pretty as you, Mum," he responded. "There's not a prettier girl in the whole world than you."
Hermione beamed down at her son, looking so much like his father. She leaned down and kissed his soft, freckled little cheek.
"I love you, Hugo, my son."
"You too, Mummy."
"Forever?" she said.
He looked up at his mother once more, feeling his eyes getting heavy with sleepiness.