Reaching out to pull Ron into her motherly embrace was automatic, simple proximity enough to break through the weakness that had held Molly back till then. If she held on a smidge tighter than usual, well, she was his mother. After a long moment, she pulled back, hands still on his shoulders, as she looked up at him more carefully, but all too soon she was hugging him again.
"Married. My little Ronnie. You're too young, the both of you," she muttered, although a small voice in the back of her head said they didn't look all that young. "I'm happy, of course. Thrilled. I always knew you and Hermione could make a go of things, but..."
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Date: 2014-08-31 07:11 pm (UTC)"Married. My little Ronnie. You're too young, the both of you," she muttered, although a small voice in the back of her head said they didn't look all that young. "I'm happy, of course. Thrilled. I always knew you and Hermione could make a go of things, but..."