Breakfast

After eating Fred yawned, "I'm exhausted guess we'll head to bed."

“You will not,” snapped Mrs. Weasley. “It’s your own fault you’ve been up all night. You’re going to de-gnome the garden for me; they’re getting completely out of hand again —”

“Oh, Mum —”

“And you two,” she said, glaring at Ron and George. “You can go up to bed, dear,” she added to Harry. “You didn’t ask them to fly that wretched car —”

"It's ok, I'm going to have a little more then I'll join you guys."

The brothers sulked out to the yard and Mrs.Weasley went back to the dishes. Harry waited until the boys were clear and walked up behind her.

He wrapped his arms around her startling the beautiful mother. "H-Harry...?"

"I want to let you know how much I appreciate the kindness you've shown me in the past year. Must be hard for you taking care of everyone with noone and no time to take care of yourself."

His right hand dropped fingertips lightly tracing a circle on her leg just below the hem of her dress.

"It is really no bother, Harry,"

"I'm sure, but it's important to me that you know how much you're appreciated."

His hand slowly rose under her skirt. "What are you....?" She gasped as he traced her lips through her thin cotton panties. She grabbed his wrist, "this really isnt appropriate."

Harry could hear the longing in her voice despite her protest.

"Its okay, Mrs.Weasley, your boys overlook you, your husband too busy to see to your needs, let me take care of you."

Her hand still on his wrist but she didn't stop him as he pulled the damp panties to the side and curled two fingers inside her. She drew in a breath free hand gripping the counter.

He pulsed his fingers in her tight tunnel, her breathing heavy she leaned her trembling body into him.

"Harry I....I need......" Her hand clenched tight, her walls gripping his fingers like a vise, she bit her lip to stop herself from crying out as she came.

She panted trying to regain control, Harry heard steps approaching kissed her neck and slipped around the table.

He was eating a muffin when the youngest, eighteen year-old Ginny stepped through the door in a long night gown and gave a small squeal upon seeing him.

Mrs. Weasley tried to compose herself, she was still a little pink when she turned to her daughter. "Ginny dear, Harry will uh.. be staying with is for the remainder of the summer."

She shot a glance at Harry who, having finished, held eye contact as he licked his fingers clean. "Your muffin was delicious, Mrs. Weasley."

Her eyes widened face flushing as she spun back to her dishes.